Best Agers Poems
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
Categories:
agers, smile, tribute, wife,
Form:
Rhyme
Fabulous Fifties
is what they called it,
we just called it a good time.
It was a great time in history
to be a teenager, to have our
youth, it was a time for some
to rebel, others to grow up.
Movies were some of the best
TV shows were coming of age,
with I Love Lucy, Gunsmoke,
Donna Reed, Ozzie and Harriet,
which brought Ricky Nelson fame.
Who could forget Garry Cooper
in High Noon, or Ray Miland
plotting to kill his wife in
"Dial M For Murder".
No one would believe
Richard Carlson when he
told everyone that a space ship
had landed in the Arizona desert
in "It Came From Outer Space",
or the little boy who said
he saw a space ship land out in
his field and people kept
disappearing by falling through
the ground in "Invaders From Mars"
in 1953.
The Brooklyn Dodgers finally
brought home a World Championship
in 1955. This year also brought
Rock 'n Roll to us teen agers
when Bill Halley and his Comets
had a hit with "Rock Around The Clock".
1956 was the first no-hitter when
Don Larsen of the New York Yankees
threw one against the Brookylyn Dodgers
in the World Series, it has not happen
before or since in the World Series.
The Fifties also brought us 3-D, way
before our so called 3-D TV sets of today.
I remember seeing a few or so, wearing
those white glasses we thought we were
so cool.
Buddy Holly, Elvis Presley, Chuch Berry,
Little Richard and many others will
never have that many big music stars
again. A New York Baseball team went
to the World Series every year of the
Fifties except 1959 and they would
have then also, if the Brooklyn Dodgers
had not moved to Los Angles.
The Fifties was a great time to
grow up, things would never be
the same again, our youth was left
in the Fifties, times would change
and leave us longing for those
good old days when old age
reached us.
Written 6-20-11
Categories:
agers, nostalgiaworld, old, time, longing,
Form:
Free verse
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!
Categories:
agers, life,
Form:
Quatrain
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.
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Categories:
agers, appreciation, blessing, faith, forgiveness,
Form:
Acrostic
HOLDING BACK TEARS
Being a single mother is rarely appreciated,
when it is a very demanding, challenging, complex
responsibility to take on and carry on for years.
Who wants to be a single mother? I chose to.
Couples marry to be together and start a family
and do not think, want divorce or separation.
Yet, couples grow apart, change, unable to adapt
to situations, problems arising in having a family.
So, some ends up being a single mother like me
instead of staying married to a problematic
spouse or in a troublesome, exasperating, taxing
relationship, not a good example for the children.
Single parenting is very difficult for it is physically,
emotionally, mentally draining, exhausting. Tough!
You just bite the bullet and keep on going, doing the
best you can as the breadwinner and the homemaker.
You are on your own to face whatever comes your way
in maintaining the house, putting food on the table,
the children’s education, teen-agers rebellions or
defiance on top of your own emotional roller coaster.
Yet, you show a poker face and you hold back tears
for you want the children to know you are strong,
resilient, cannot be broken, being there for them
and will always be there to support and console.
The reality is you are breaking down, falling apart
inside, feeling all alone and holding back tears,
when all you wanted is somebody, someone to hold
you tight and whisper “Everything will be all right”.
I look back on those years of being a single mother,
years of holding back tears that turned my heart
into a stone for when my daughter calls on Father’s
Day telling me “Happy Father’s Day”, I cannot cry.
I cannot even shed a tear of happiness knowing
she regards me as a mother and a father. Charming!
How I wish I could. What happened to my diminutive
heart? Why is it still holding back tears? Don’t know!
8/18/21 This Or That, Vol 5 Poetry
Edward Ibeh
Chose: Holding Back Tears
Categories:
agers, mother,
Form:
Free verse
We're all so beautiful, physical and ignore our souls
Twinkle twinkle little star, a star never falls
Smile smile and trouble will seems so far
Doves fly and toads get stuck in the tar
Let's play a competition, it's our mission
Solidarity is great, everyone with a shared vision
No broken hearts, solid pen for the best mark
Science over art, flood your pain, erase this crack
Unrequited love, homeworks never left me
Solve your problems, sadness for infinity
Don't you want to make your family proud?
Friendship, romance and happiness all have a code
If we are the future, why it seems so hopeless?
If we are the saviors, why we are blinded by distress?
That girl with the blonde hair had a break up
She will bond her brain with some makeup
Don't be too sad for her because she's so popular
This boy has less than one friend, more than one scar
He's sorry than his wrists stained the prom queen's gown
Don't worry, she'll go high when he'll be hidden down
Aw, a guy has a crush, he's looking at this cheerleader
Oi, his eyes moved and a blush, he's jealous of her
His burning desire for the quarterback is off track
His flame was extinguished with a smack
Forget the bullies' jokes, prefer bullseye jocks
If a man don't like bras, his mouth is shut with socks
In high school, there is idolescents and tiny-agers
They are respected descendants or forgotten disasters
If we are so beautiful, how we ruined our souls?
Blinded blinded tiny stars, shaped in our roles
Categories:
agers, angst, high school, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
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
Categories:
agers, city, life, love, morning,
Form:
Rhyme
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
Categories:
agers, animal, dog, fish, giggle,
Form:
Rhyme
my chair was in the path of totality
a thin ribbon about seventy miles wide
moving West to East
it does this because of at the equator
Moon's shadow moves eastward
at a greater velocity than Earth's
rotational velocity causing travel
from East to West across the surface
the moon fully covers the sun
surrounding me on the beach
were scientists and New Agers
gravity bending light was discovered
in 1919 proving Einstein was on target
Isaac Newton discovered gravity
which philosophers and scientists
had been ruminating on for centuries
science was here to witness and confirm
my confirmation as the moon's shadow
raced ashore and the birds at sea
turned suddenly inland, that was amazing
the New Agers were hoping to witness
a promise, the Dawning of the Age of Aquarius
where Harmony, Understanding, No Lies
Mystic Cristal Relations, Golden Days of Living
the Minds Total Liberation
and as the light and sun disappeared
one on mushrooms declared
she had seen the face of God
confirming black and a woman
my wry comment brought glaring looks
does she look annoyed, perchance piqued
they would not miss my observations
a few days passed before all left
i had my beach and pueblo back
the mercado had toilet paper
i had breakfast in peace at last
Conchita's taco stand normal
men discussing fishing, politics
children at play purchasing churros
here it is 32 Years later
and the Age of Aquarius
is pretty much the same old crap
humans are cute and predictable
to be avoided, why i so relate
to Ferdinand the Bull, loved that cartoon
i am watching a movie
Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy are walking a lane
once they were upon opposite shores
they have finally come to terms on marriage
this is a mystery to me
why did God so love us
he blessed us with the ability to love
why it is the greatest of them all
why it does not require mushrooms
to see God, if one cares to look
only the Blind in the Heart cannot see
He is the metronome dancing in the trees
only those Deaf in Spirit
cannot hear Him speak in the wind
wandering thru the meadow
and in all of the senses
love is the sweetest taste of all
OKC 8/12
get in the mood at Youtube:
The 5th Dimension Age of Aquarius 1969
Categories:
agers, humanity, myth, psychological, science,
Form:
Free verse
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
Categories:
agers, celebrity, character, hero,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
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.
Categories:
agers, baptism, beautiful, beauty, ,
Form:
Blank verse
~ Surviving Hell on Earth ~
(The Nazi's Camps)
They had seen Hell on Earth
Lived through it, survived
Tight-lipped through all the horror
Never succumbing to bitterness or sorrow
Seen babies thrown in the air and shot dead with rifles
In front of their thunderstruck, disbelieving mothers
Seen dogs rip the flesh off of tender girls and boys
Vultures and crows clean up with their cackling noise
Witnessed gang-rapes of tender teen-agers
Radiation experiments on their private parts
Their eyes plucked out of their heads screaming
Gasoline fires consuming their bodies and hearts
And then, most awful of all, the crematoria
Hundreds daily taking 'showers' of poisonous gas
The stench of their decaying bodies piling up in smoking ruins
While the Third Reich sang and danced to Hitler's tune...
At the end, human skeletons marching weeks on end in rags
Through unforgiving Polish forests in winter storms
Shot through the head should they tarry or stumble
Writhing as their saintly parents died in their arms
This couple, this pair, survived, and they married
Made a new home in the State of Israel
Where Iranian jackals still howl at them daily
Warning them of plutonium and nuclear bombs
Tight-lipped they were and tight-lipped they remain
Building a home, bearing children, carrying on
Burying the pain in the past, they neither pout nor complain
No time to waste on vengeance, life's too soon gone
Two Jewish heroes re-embraced life, made the most of peacetime
Teaching the world ~ even unthinkable horrors can be overcome with time
Categories:
agers, courage, future, hero, holocaust,
Form:
Narrative
I was outside of Philly walking in Bucks County
As I climbed the Tree of Good and Evil
A voice spoke to me about the future
Because of my free will I was asked to make a choice
A brand new cell phone was the new apple
In the Garden and the phone was tucked neatly
Inside the tree
If I listen to the voice of the woman in the window
Then I would have stolen the apple
But I climbed down from the tree and walked out of the Garden
I humbled myself with nothing on my feet
The road was flooded
I sat on the road with people who were like New-Agers doing yoga on the greens
That was not enough for me and they kicked me out of the group
In the middle of the road I saw fluorescent like living beings in the shape of animals
They were different animals but in one body
The HAYYOTH was the embodiment of a lion, an ostrich, a deer and dawn and one animal I never saw before
The HAYYOTH are Seraphims and heavenly beings as foretold by the Prophet Ezekiel
They were afraid and so was I but the HAYYOTH moved out my way and let me pass and I begin my walk cross the East Silver Bridge
In my journey I met a blind man who was also a gatekeeper as was the HAYYOTH but he was an android hoping to be human one day
His second last name was Trump
The East Silver Bridge was another world within itself
It had rivers and streams, housing, movie theaters and restaurants
There were many pathways and crossroads
But I got lost and the blind man guided me the right way to walk
The East Silver Bridge was full of traps
I saw a man with a polka dot shirt who claimed to be my sister’s husband
But I know this to be a falsehood
After crossing the East Silver Bridge
I saw home downtown Philadelphia
The New Philadelphia
I saw my sister and her real husband
I was welcome with open arms
But the fake husband showed up at our door
I fought him with all my power
Until and Angel with a woman’s voice shouted from above
FELIZ!
FELIZ!
FELIZ!
Categories:
agers, courage, faith, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
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)
Categories:
agers, adventure, childhood, growing up,
Form:
Free verse
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
Categories:
agers, adventure, allusion, angst, anxiety,
Form:
Limerick