Agers Poems

Changing world

Changing world?

In Peru, they import potatoes
In Guatemala, they plant thousands of trees
drink cacao, sit in groups, and sing
think they are new agers 
the new war in The Middle East began 
because Israel saw the need to attack
Iran, this to defend itself
Netanyahu is in uproar with the Iranians
has bombed a hospital
A Jewish lady tells me about the killings in Gaza
is done by Hamas, and it has nothing
to do with IDF!
Iran is in chaos, totally ruined, and ready
to surrender to regime change 
but the lack of potatoes in Peru worries
me the most

From the 1960's To the 2020's

In the '60's I thought we were headed to the Stoned Age
    Psychedelics were huge, PCP was everywhere
  Yet by the '80's America had turned the page
    Teen-agers newly serious, off came their hair ... 

  And today, post-pandemic, where do we stand
    Seems it's every man for himself
      ~ Never mind where we land

Raising a Kid Isn'T Easy

Raising a Kid isn't Easy
    You notice that fish don't do it
  Some even eat their offspring
    If you can't control it, I guess that you chew it

  Teen-agers are especially hard
    Pigs are good for bacon and lard
  They don't attempt to diaper their young
    'Cos they take frequent mud-baths in the yard

  Then there's the inimitable hen
    Who lays eggs and lies on them long
  How long though will they mother their chicks
    When they peck Momma Hen 'til she's sick

  So, yes, we humans sure suffer a lot
    For sticking with the kids we've begot
  In fact, here's a perfect example for you
    My triplets just stepped in dog-doo

A Town Survives By Fishing Early Light

My horse's haunches sway,
Saunter up hillocks and down a valley path,
Above a ridge off and on: a village where some people fish,
Phosphorescent flotsam washed ashore. 

Green embers breathe as if through shriveled lungs.
Wax in contrast to the gloaming dark that's coming on.
Shrubbery shadows lengthen, enlarging blacknesses.
Crickets ratchet down their temperatures.

The earth cools in wan mirage.
Time lapsed, the stars make
A slow, quiet carousel of lights.
It circles far above us disengaged.

Wings of crows scoop pools of air,
Then dive down open maws
On tiny, furred crawlers shocked stock still.
Crows chalk their caws across the night.

A copse will grow into a stand of oaks.
The vintage children like to climb.
Gnarled limbs reminding them of fiction sailing ships.
Hand over fist to where the topmost rigging is.

For now, people and trees are bottled tiny on a shelf.
At dry dock like some whittled models are.
Until the oak is christened keel and frame
And of agers live lives and make their livelihoods at sea.  (9/18/22)

Ode To Duno Brown

Duno Brown, you brought orange and purple into my life
I did not realize until I met you how exciting old agers can be.
You taught me to get rid of things I don’t care about,
And to cherish the things I do
My polka dotted stuffed frog in oranges and greens,
My favorite red Mickey Mouse T-shirt where his grin is ridiculous

I am glad I met you in 2021, you made Zoom okay;
Better than okay, you made it exciting and joyful.
I looked forward to it; because you were dazzlingly fun.

You glorify the loveliness that old agers can bring to the carpet.
I felt like we were on a magic carpet ride.
You could have kicked me off in Kalamazoo or New York City.
I would not have cared, I might have loved rolling onto a stranger.
Meeting you and spending just a few days was enough.

My Wife Never Complains

My wife is a woman who never complains
  She's up before five to make the 6 a.m. train

When I spill food on my shirt, she removes the stain
  Her feet always hurt, but she handles the pain

She's raised two teen-agers without going insane
  She puts up with my infirmities, life in the slow lane

Her wardrobe's modest; she's never been vain
  Eats reasonable portions, fruits and veggies and grains

And unlike 'Lady Luna,' who waxes and wanes
  The smile on my wife's face ~ forever's etched in my brain

The Game of the Year

It's the game of the year
  A contest for the ages
In attendance are celebrities 
  Government officials and sages
 
Ceremony, pageantry and pomp
  As the gladiators get ready to stomp
Onto the field of battle, to contend
  While we mortal onlookers pretend 

That what all this tawdry tinsel signifies
  Is that the combatants we so lionize
Will be worthy recipients of the grand prize
  An impressive silver trophy the size

Of an altar, rests on the sidelines
  As warriors position themselves on chalk-lines
To damage each other on a field of deep green
  Each man prepared to rupture his opponent's spleen...

We say that teen-agers' flings and romances
  Are half-baked, immature, risky flash-dances
Yet considering our game-time circumstances
  It's we adults who canonize risky chances

Five-Thirty Am Cityscape

Lights dawning
Sleepyheads yawning
Babies crying
Mothers sighing

Coffee pouring
Busses roaring
Winds shifting
Debris drifting

Laborers hurrying
Rats scurrying
Teen-agers snoring
Alarm clocks ignoring

Stoplights blinking
Drivers unthinking
Airplanes arriving
Passengers surviving  

Tender hearts
Works of art
Lovers part 
A new day starts

The Heart of God

Sometimes it seems like God doesn’t care,
We pray and pray and nothing happens,
The pain and sorrow get worse and worse and we wonder? 
Does God have any concern at all for me?
But see, God’s timing is a wondrous and complex thing,
And if we could see her heart,
We would see the Holy Spirit moving heaven and earth to prepare a joyful rest that we can’t forget,
A joyful rest that sits in our consciousness and reverberates joy through our being in an endless, eternal reckoning,
You see it is the will of the Holy Spirit as she works through Hindus, Jews, Muslims, New Agers, Christians, atheists, and agnostics to not lose one soul to despair.
An in the short run this sometimes seems like a quixotic daydream with no merit, 
But in the long run the Holy Ghost always gets her way.  The Queen of Heaven will not be denied,
Your soul will know peace whether it be in this lifetime or the next, 
It will happen,
For Jesus’ love is truly invincible,
And even Satan will one day succumb to it,
God’s heart is to reach you and convince you of how much he loves by all means necessary.
And trust me, what God wants, God eventually gets, and that’s a fact.

X Men

Stranger things beacon
 these young teen agers
when a bald-headed
professor
saw them individually-telekelically

a girl a Marvel girl
she could perform miracles
can read minds nothing can be hidden
from this red head beauty
 
next,...

a cool tween miss guided a little mean
pick on lonely so he spend his youth
frozen, he couldn't be nice
so he was iced, a Iceman

next...

kinda athletic 
sort of pathetic
funny somewhat elongated big hands
big feet
Hank the hairy Beast

next...

a hot head or should I say
He has an EYE
for destruction he had better not look at ya
Cyclops

next last but not endangered
Rich boy at least his parents are
His name he goes by is Angel
The wings on his back, shedding sometimes feathers in his lap

These teens are strange yes
Gathered together being trained in the  DANGER ROOM by
Professor  X
mutants in kind
Beyond humans my oh my
Together teen mesh
these are

 the
XMEN

11/04/17
WRITTEN BY James Edward Lee Sr. POETMAN  -->X MAN

Screen Agers

As the kids from our area,
We're outside having fun,
I  would sit on my computer,
And soon childhood was done.
As we grew to our teens,
And outside the sun shone,
I didn't look from my screen,
And then youth was all gone.
Through my 20's and 30's,
I stayed on the same page,
And in the blink of an eye,
I had reached middle age.
As I reached the half century,
Life had gone at a pace,
But I'd only just realised,
I'd not left cyberspace.
Whilst my friends had all married,
And my relatives had gone,
I'd been online in my world,
Almost always logged on.
With no memories or partner,
And with no souvenirs,
I'd neglected my life,
And had thrown away years.
Life's for the living,
At least that's what they say,
Don't let life pass you by,
And don't throw it away.
For it is no rehearsal,
It's a once only deal,
Every day needs to matter,
Don't neglect how you feel.

Stained Carpet

White cotton balled Q-tips;
Orangey yellowed fuzzy basketballs;
Purple covered lemon balls, lemon heads;
Melted down into the carpet;
Once a highway in the skies;
Home is where the heart is now;
Wrong-way Jones is left way out;
Salamander Samuel eating raw trout;
Carpet stained by Shout;
Pre-teen agers learning to make out (What!)
Melody played by a museum;
Gases arranged by Albert Texan;
Opera souring panes;
Wrong-way Jones spilled his lemonade;
What's all this walking in this room about. . .
Carpet stained by Shout;

written by James Edward Lee Sr.
March 18 2014

Happiness Is You

Have you seen the poor, giving, putting others first?
Anyone who choose to give, learns to live
Perhaps you see so many gifts in life
Priceless gifts exist for you to pose with
I say compassion, kindness, and gratitude are features of gifts
New Agers know, one and all own gifts bestowed
Even your wealth, is with features other than dollars
Smile! canopy of sky holds time set candid cameras
Sleep, eat, pray, and play in smartest of ways.

I shall hold to the belief, that forgiveness, too, is key
Smell the very air you breathe; isn't it friendly?

You and I can climb to see of life's opulent amenities
Out of many, one color called love
Upstairs is cleared of cobwebs, lottery is shared, happiness is you.

*

Hey Kid, Who Did You Say Was Old

When I was a boy of three,
My sister much older than me
Raced me to the teen-age stage
Where we seemed about the same age.

We knew that folks of thirty
Were way over the hill
And their greatest thrill
Was to sit back and relax
While teen-agers furnished them facts.

But when we reached thirty,
Filled with awe, we foresaw,
That thirty was grace to behold,
And knew in our soul
Folks of fifty were hopelessly old!

But in our fifties we grabbed what we said,
And pushed “old age” way up ahead.
And at sixty we did the same.
Age was just a game not to disclaim.

In our seventies we slowed just a bit
But were still not ready to quit.
And now as octogenarians,
We breeze through museums and aquariums.

With many things to learn
While we have energy still to burn.
So youngsters don’t fret,
Old, we ain’t—not yet!

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