Best Chronologically Poems

Striving for Political Correctness

By Elton Camp

It would just be the end
If by words we do offend.
There’s the devil to be paid
If we call a spade a spade.

“Vertically challenged” means short.
“Horizontally challenged,” a fat sort.
“Nondiscretionary fragrance” means we stink.
“Living impaired” means your’re dead I think.

“Cerebrally challenged”...

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By Elton Camp

It would just be the end
If by words we do offend.

There’s the devil to be paid
If we call a spade a spade.

“Vertically challenged” means short.
“Horizontally challenged,” a fat sort.

“Nondiscretionary fragrance” means we stink.
“Living impaired” means your’re dead I think.

“Parasitically oppressed” it is styled
When...

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Lick Your Lips - Limerick

An old man chronologically aging                        
Ate foods quite gastronomically raging        ...

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A smile from a friend cheered my spirit, 
And then we chatted about the season; 
Then another smile caught me with it, 
He must’ve smiled for a good reason. 

He gave an invitation into his office, 
And although he was much older, 
We had similar...

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I don't know whether to consider it considerate or prideful
But I'd rather roll in coals and coil my soul with a barbed wire one-eyed cobra
Just to show you that
My emotion for you is
Nothing more than a-
Nother fortress I've
Built up just enough to save you from
Neglect

From...

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Absolutely loved old Mickey Mouse
My all-time favourite character
No matter what my age is chronologically
Can't wait to crank up the projector

As he carouses round the celluloid screen
Fills my heart with great happiness
His squeaky voice rings out loud and clear
Always creating such rowdiness

Remember the Wonderful World of...

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From the moment you are born until year twenty five,
is the spring season of your life.
From year twenty five up to year fifty,
is your life's summer season chronologically,
and from the year fifty up to the year seventy five,
is the autumn season of your life,
and the...

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Since the beginning it has been here.........
When we get up,weather its at the crack of dawn or before the roster crows its ahead of us.
We look to see it but it somehow evades our view.
Mere predictions are captured momentarally on precision pieces,which too are subject...

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Absolutely love old Mickey Mouse
He's my all-time favourite character
No matter what my age chronologically
Can't wait to crank up the projector

As he carouses round the celluloid screen
Fills my heart with a much happiness
His squeaky voice rings out loud and clear
His hilarious antics and rowdiness

Remember the Wonderful...

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Mellow Years

The bearded gentleman looked neat,
As he passed my house on the street.
In declining years, yet still enduring,
Scoffing at age, merely maturing.

Chronologically ripened, who knows what age?
He’d smile and say he’s still on life’s stage.
You could set your clock by his daily walk
To get fresh...

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My childhood memory of Easter confronts me with three very pleasant reflections. Perhaps my first experience with the idea of Easter came with the way our parents would sacrifice so much for us to look pretty and handsome at the church on Easter Sunday. We...

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Yikes, aside from mental
     health re: psychotherapy,
     which haint the worse
cyst phase of being
     objectionably being called "old man",
     this poem doth tack
     toward the...

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"Reigning Cats and Dogs"   Posted 6 Dec 2020

the difference between dogs and cats is      dogs have owners, cats have staff 

who's supposed to read the signs that say 'seeing eye dogs only'      the...

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I aged a small number of hours,
     none the worse
since posting about Daylight Savings Time,
     a radiant playful verse
teasingly succeeded against being terse,

a cogent tangential thread,
     where passage of "time"
   ...

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Superman

He just stands there
Hands on hips
As if on guard - watching
His legs are flared in a wide stance
His feet planted firmly on the ground
His red cape flaps in the wind
What he sees, I can’t imagine
What he hears is beyond my range
If he feels, he never...

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