The ageless will blush from the wine
Their memories hang lush on the vine
Where riesling romantics
Meet dry red fanatics
These vintages will ferment just fine
Abiding hearts that grow with time
Gentle promises carried through the years
Every moment deepening what we share
Light found in another soul
Endless devotion quietly unfolding
Seasons changing but love remaining
Still strong beyond passing days
Lifetimes may come and go
Our bond continues to grow
Vows whispered from the heart
Eternally holding us together
Love is ageless
Love is pure
A gift shared between me and you.
Today is your birthday my love
A special day the lord has made
To commemorate the birth of someone special
A mother like no other
A wife so matchless
A paragon of beauty so ageless
A soul so resilient and true
A star always rising and determined
I salute you today my priceless jewel
Continue to be yourself and nobody else
I wish you the best life can offer
Happy birthday my one and only
Celebrate with grace!
And God will bless you with many more years on this planet
Happy Birthday!
An Avid Pupil of "Mott the Hoople"
A Rocker from the Start
My Soul would Fear no "Megadeth"
But Lost my Heart to "Heart"
I'd never Plant the "Plants"
Or Turn the Page on "Pages"
Till I Cross the River "Styx"
I'll Rock the "Rock of Ageless"
being 'sixty' was
nearing a...
retirement age
and the sixties
were fun just...
as the seventies
were mainly a
pleasure and now
the eighties are
almost less than
closer to what they
coffffhrrrmmmph
might be but that's
life on the edge of
adventure : )
len
Graceful
classy stanzas,
a theme with good posture.
She’s a fresh Capricorn poet.
Walking
with a metaphor on her head,
stubborn refrains echo.
Building ageless
designs.
Ladies are ladies
And men are men.
We're from the same place.
But, then again.
That ageless chase.
Shall never End.
My inner child is ageless
This helps me get through my days
Not feeling guilty for being childlike
She encourages me to play, which I do
Every single day for at least four or five hours
Tomorrow is not promised
And neither is supper time tonight
The soul does not know you,
until you know it,
then you remember
that you are God’s secret hiding place.
Old soul, young soul?
That timeless mystery is,
and always will be a cradle.
You do not grow out of it
only into it.
One day you climb,
an invisible mountain.
You’re not looking for anything,
you are still hidden from yourself.
Then soul, like a hawk, plucks you up.
Of a sudden, you know it knows you
like a mother knows her child,
or a hawk knows its chick.
A secret is revealed.
You spread your arms out
like wings,
Will you let go now,
Will you let that cradle rock you.
Will you?
Timeless dreams stir my heart,
Pearls of light, pearls full of insight,
Silencing the darkness who remembers
Only the trembling ache of past,
Who feels lost in the hectic waves,
From a sea of yesterday’s reservations.
Unending hopes spread into my soul,
Pearls of life’s desires, like the sparks from a fire,
Growing through the doubts, the tears,
Reassuring – despite the worries and fears,
Promising that forever will arise in the flames –
Blazing beyond the still, cool winter’s grace.
Changeless moments dwell in my spirit,
Laughing through the heartaches,
Awakening melodies, songs so brilliant,
Breathless wonders, singing like they mean it,
Whispers of prayers and the faith –
That means, with God, there is no finish.
Timeless, unending, changeless – gospel
Coming alive in the heart and soul,
Erasing the shadows with a clarity to behold,
Feelings more alive than any ever known,
Beauty that abides where sorrow once rode –
The moments of a life where gentle love is grown!
If all the world could see inside
What wrinkled covers have denied
The storied life of one’s caress
For life and love and happiness
The inner glow remains intact
It’s just the outside that’s been cracked
If only they would realize
The key is in the ageless eyes
if not the world but one or three
Who’d care to see what’s really me
And not a ghost of supple skin
Not just the wrapping I am in
Why must they underestimate
Or misconstrue or underrate
The value of an older work
Dismissing with a scornful smirk
Ironic as each page is turned
In every life as we have learned
The same place we shall all arrive
So grateful just to be alive
I know who I am
Wearing what I love
Everyday is the same
Appealing to my needs
Radiating as I walk
Beauty I reflect
Listening to my heart
Ageless I stay
Color of my choice
Knowing who I am
I believe the sun will shine vibrantly as always on every living thing, as the earth wakes to its brilliant nourishing life-giving beams.
I believe the grass will remain a shimmering emerald green, soft as nature's carpet beneath my feet as I stroll in sunlit streams.
As I observe, smell, touch and feel all that is about, I know as well that what resides within this vessel emanates from the source.
I believe this energy is in everything and has neither beginning nor end, is beyond measure and eternal.
Within resides a boundless chasm of knowledge, an everlasting, awesome and amazing force.
Time reminds…
When I was five,
I thought my mom was old
And my grandmother – well, yes,
She was ancient, archaic, antique
My great-grandmother…
Just imagine my thinking!
When I was twenty,
I thought my mom was still old
And my grandmother?
Well she was the ageless saint
The one I listened to and heeded
As the answer to the old-fashioned ways
Of my great-grandmother, who
Had went home to be with Jesus
When I was forty,
I thought my mom was quite young
You see… things had changed for me
My grandmother – she was elderly now
Not the ancient, archaic, antique of the past
And, it wouldn’t be long before she’d move away
To her home on high, where Jesus is the light
When I was fifty-six – today
I realized my mom might one day go away
To that home where Jesus is the King
God only knows… how I dread that day
When her heart rests in the One who created
Each grace, each faith… each moment
When I say… Old age, well, you see…
Old age is just a number, not a picture-perfect rendition
The reality is… old age means being closer to that day…
When Jesus takes my hand and leads me into the promised land!
“The presence of a long-term, conscious goal has helped me maintain stability through the ubiquitous changes of over half a century.”
quote by Mary Craig
Ubiquitous is a fixed measure
of dirty dishes, meals and laundry;
working moms miss out on their leisure.
Days and nights seem set on chronic pause.
Boredom, loneliness, and arthritis
barricade the lives of our grandmas.
For our children, ubiquitous means
constant homework, chores and discipline,
unrelenting on into their teens.
Non-stop updates in technology
and global politics stress adults.
Know change circumscribes ubiquity.
Faith too is of a timeless essence.
Without end, God remains in control;
ubiquitous, His omnipresence.
November 4, 2022
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