Best 64 Poems

The graceful ballet
My work almost completed
The gloomy gray sky

Explore your shadows
Allow yourself to feel joy
Fear of loneliness




20.09.2015 A-L Andresen :)
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I gotta keep working an extra few years,
not like years before.
Government is screwing me for every dime,
I can’t afford a bottle of wine.
Hip's been replaced,
yes I’m getting old.
I Can't Work Any More,
but I'm still needy,
social security won't feed me,
now that I'm 64.

You'll Get Older Too,
and...

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on 
    the
        go
where to,
I do not
         know,
what 
    will be
we shall see!
so
   let's
        just...

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     Are you dying to live
       or living to die

     The answer to that
       is in your laugh or your cry 
...

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Haiku 64
	
	
	Oklahoma heat
	roofers sweating at first light
	crucible of woe...

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Winter solitude

my breath lingers

between us...

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a lone ship

 fades in morn's mist

the mast breaks


or


a lone ship 

fades in the mist

tidal wave 


3/4/3-contemporary haiku...

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sixty-fourth birthday
one candle on the cake
my wife's gift
the Sergeant Pepper album
*will you still love me when. . ."...

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 64

Cogito ergo sum: I LIE therefore I AM
Even if I lie Nothing’s more certain than Death
Not Birth Not Life Nor this Multi-Verse logjam

Does not violence invoke much pain loss all damn
Intended or not openly or in lethal stealth
Cogito...

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NEVERTHELESS IT ALL ENDED IN 19 And 64
By Roy Merritt

(When reading it use a Cockney accent and the h is silent)

Oh alas poor Jimmy Bond 'e didn't go past sixty four
Cause you know 'is creator that's the year 'e went out the door
Yes indeed Ian...

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Rondelet: Don't blame India, the land of the 64 artful Kama-Sutra positions

    for the Punjabi Lady in an all-night jogging bus

Don't blame India
For a thousand three hundred years
Don't blame India
Bored by repetitive Kama
And pedologic incest - tears
In iron-hosing buses - cheers!
Don't blame...

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64 YEARS
~~~*~~~

64 years,
from puberty to the present.
64 years,
I have witnessed mans ignorance!
64 years,
of each other, cultures, colour, and creeds.
64 years,
of no respect for nature, man does as he, please!
64 years,
I have witnessed from puberty to the present life tortured!
64 years,
in 1955 frogs blown up with...

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The envy of the classroom
Back when I was just a child
Wasn't someone who could run real fast
Or one whose hair was styled.

Didn't matter who was smartest
Or who was the teacher's pet
But the one who managed to procure
What no one else could get.

For though everyone had...

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When I’m Sixty-Four

In days of Sergeant Pepper,
When I was twelve years old,
The Beatles recorded a track,
That was Pepper solid gold.

A tune written tongue and cheek,
“When I’m Sixty-Four”
Never believing when I was twelve,
I could ever reach that score....

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The Court of 64
had declared war
thus ending all debate.
The king regarding
not a thing
for loyal subjects' fate
in haste decreed 
his ivory breed 
to crush the ebon stained.
The queen who'd seen
it all routine
was in no part entertained
by an army dyed
in monochrome pride
for honor, king and state. 
But knights would fight
to...

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