Best Aged Poems

How do I shed the label
of a white oppressive man
Do I listen to the message
of Obama's "Yes we can!"
Perhaps I'll go out marching 
With women take to the streets
Hold placards of "Black Lives Matter"
While trying to feel their pained heart beats

Still I wonder should I...

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Flourished and nourished,
hair locks resembling branches,
I gaze as it dances —
when blowing, he looks glowing.

Twenty years had passed,
but still, I last.
I may have ripened,
but I'm still the same berry, same fruit,
slightly fragmented, a little indented,
not demented.

You got a sample of me when I was at...

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Night sweats and crazy
Hot flashes and lazy
Mood swings and a body (?)
That looks pretty shoddy

Eating and bleeding and wanting to scream
These are a few of my Favorite Things

When your doctor
Says a shocker
that your
Uterus is a lobster

I simply remember to pretend I'm filled with glee
and then
I...

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Durin' the time I was passing my urine
My faeces were falling to pieces

Submitted to Juvenilia Contest

13th March 2015...

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We two aged friends were caught today,
By shared glance.  Words I could not say
entranced.  Not you, new friends looked on,
As old friends spoke.  The grey false dawn
Broke thoughts while round us sunset played

Once enemies trapped in the fray,
Alike, but souls between us...

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When tomorrow's door is knocked upon.
To make you face that dreaded dawn.
Where can you turn to face the day.
When the love you've known has gone away. 

Morning shadows cast new found light.
Leave you drifting like a cut loose kite.
To pick up the pieces all caught...

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Staring into a sky so perfect blue

The wispy white clouds 
highlighted now stand further out

And I am suddenly stood transfixed

And I can feel the sun warming 
comfortably at my back

As I am dressed inappropriately in black

And all I see abound me is shimmering in glee

The...

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Soup Friends...

I thought I would share what my daughter send me this morning. She has poetry on here but doesn't come on much anymore. 

Sara



Ralph Waldo Emerson

April winds are magical
and thrill our tuneful frames.
The garden-walks are passional
To bachelors and dames.

My(Doris' poem) counter poem for the...

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The Aged Man
                            Authored by Chuck Keys


There is a sadness inside of him,
Draped by layers of heartaches and...

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“Birth day” is the actual day one exits from the womb, (thereafter, “birthday”, is but a colloquialism for the anniversary of that birth).  Well … today is mine.  I’m finally old enough to drive … (times 4.56!).  Now, I’m old enough to...

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Thirty years since Mrs Meckin 

Said "Sian, who are y' markin'?"

on the hockey field


Wind chillin'

Legs freezin'

Knuckles reddenin'

Clutchin' the rubber handle of my Mum's
old hockey stick



Always third from last to be chosen for The Team

"No, not again, please don't let it happen again"

So humiliatin'

Bro always gets...

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Tall, dark and handsome
With a muscular physic
He's everything a woman could ask for
He even has an impressive technique

Smooth as an aged
Bottle of fine wine
And filled with words
That’ll make a woman
Loose her mind

How can there be such a man
That’s just that sweet
And still be called a...

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Mother, Middle Aged.


Forlorn, she sinks into the abyss of a middle aged
mother,  her pupae no longer the apple of her eye.
Baffled, she sees her cocoon tear open and barge
hastily, fumbling in quest of sham grown ups’ pride.
A mother she remains, middle aged. Spiteful and...

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Ambitious once, a baseball pro,
   For sure I thought I’d be,
But games I watch now let me know
   Old men are just like me.

In fact today to Minute Maid
   I went to cheer the ‘Stros
And harshly learned all those...

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The Aged Youthful Gentleman

 
 He rested in a wooden chair-his good times almost had,
 The aged youthful gentleman-the father of my dad.

 He uttered rarely a word if it weren't amusing  or wise,
 The aged youthful gentleman dealt not with waste nor lies.
...

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