Best Days Of Old Poems
Where have they gone, those days of old:
their melody- simple and sweet;
a blending of the joys that hold
warm thoughts in memories' retreat.
Their melody- simple and sweet:
fires burning, loved ones gathered near;
warm thoughts in memories' retreat-
that peace that hovered to hold dear.
Fires burning, loved ones gathered near;
chores done, the evening shared with zest.
That peace that hovered to hold dear
life's humble ways and means as best.
Chores done, the evening shared with zest.
A blending of the joys that hold
life's humble ways and means as best.
Where have they gone, those days of old?
March 22, 2016
Contest: Pantoum- Old Or New
Sponsor: Joseph May
there once was a time
humans walked for a life time…
in their heads still do
© Harry J Horsman 2022
A long time ago in those days of old,
there was one thing we were supposed to do.
They scribbled it down in letters of gold,
treat others as you would have them treat you.’
We are supposed to love all our neighbors,
feed the hungry and help protect the weak.
If anyone should ever do us wrong,
that’s when we should show them the other cheek.
A crime’s not a crime if we all do it,
a lie’s not a lie if we all believed.
We’re too busy lining our own pockets,
to worry if we are being deceived.
Defending ourselves is our given right,
our ten AR-15’s will work just fine.
Send them illegals back to Mexico,
then all the rest of them will toe the line.
But now we are all modern-day Christians,
and our hearts are filled with anger and greed.
We’ll kneel down in church on Sunday morning,
and pray to God for the things we don’t need.
Don’t want to hear about the poor and sick,
about how life for them might seem unfair.
There is no need to lend a helping hand,
unless there is some way to get our share.
I’m not so sure how it all came about,
how love was replaced by hate, greed, and wealth.
It is no longer ‘United We Stand,’
but it’s ‘Each man must look out for himself.’
We no longer fear for our judgment day,
too many times our faith’s been bought and sold.’
We now live in our own Hell here on earth,
and Heaven stayed back in those days of old
How I still long for those days of old
When I was young and free
When my heart was sweet and pure as gold
How I still long for those days of old
Now days are tough and the fires are cold
Gloom has covered me
How I long for those days of old
When I was young and free
In days of old when men were bold
And they didn’t use moisturiser....
They shaved with a sword,
slapped whisky on their chin
And didn’t use aftershave in an atomiser
The scraped the dirt off with a shell, they reeked a good manly smell
They combed their hair with the jaw bone of an ass...
Not now oh no, their hairdryer is so big
You need a drying license to use it
there’s even an exam you have to pass
They broke their nails with hard work
A beer or two they do not shirk
But now it’s a wine bar and a manicure...
Oh where are the days when a man was a man
And not a female male that’s for sure
We woman must share the blame
We wanted equality
But then we took it too far...
Now we’re down the pub while they cook the tea
And we are the ones having a jar
There was nothing as nice as a man opening the door
To let a lady walk though
Not today’s man we find,
we have to stand behind
And open and hold the door for them to pass too...
When men were the ones we looked to for help
They always came through for us girls
No now I’m afraid,
they are busy at home
Baking cup cakes and tying ribbons for little girls...
In days of old when me were bold
And didn’t use a consealer
Proud to show off their scars
And not refuse a date,
To use their face mask and their skin peeler...
Girls we must shoulder some of the responsibility
We wanted to be more equal to our men
Now we get the tattoos,
Drink pints and pints of booze
Wear jack boots, party till dawn and even then...
Bring me back a real man,
I’ll do all that I can
To keep him happy in his manliness...
I’ll work at it hard and teach him well
Even if I have to I’ll pick out his dress…
© ~GG~ 28/12/2012
Please do not be upset all you men out there I was cleaning my bathroom, I have to grown sons and a husband. I was moving all the products while I cleaned the shelves and out of 15 different bottles and potions I found three were mine and one of those was my toothbrush. I borrowed my son’s hairdryer to dry some moister because I wanted to re-grout behind the sink. I had to ask him how to use it because it was digital…………….dah xx
When I now look out far over the hills,
Fondly remembering the days of old;
I see snow on the ground, and my mind fills
With the numbness of twenty winters’ cold.
I reflect upon the happiest times;
Sitting in the sun with my closest friends,
But as we age, our faces fill with lines;
Like trees turning bare after summer ends.
The harsh wind blows, it leaves our cheeks glowing;
Breaking from an innocence that won’t last.
Hairs start to grey and we begin growing
Increasingly frail as time travels past.
Moments we keep for the rest of our lives,
Preserving reminiscence that survives.
© 2012
In those olden days
People was happier you’d say
For times for us were tough
And living life was rough
But we did not need that much
Not the latest thing and such
We would go out and leave the locks off
And gave each other a wave and not a scoff
It was best said by the four Yorkshire men
Who said “times were tough back then”
“And you know we were poor”
“But we were happy then because we were poor”
Just sitting around “drinking Chateau du Chasseur”
“On the Costa du Sol”
“And you try to tell the kids of today that and they don’t believe you.”
© Paul Warren Poetry
Those olden days those Celtic lands
Now I ponder my ancient kin
Who kept awake while listening
During the stormy nights of rain and winds
Cold wet nights those achy joints brought and bring
And now as then there were books paper and pens
For storms now halt electricity and computers
They lay still and quiet all the day
While back then women tended those in need
And monks made honey mead and prayed
Large dogs sat quietly near the door
Keeping watch for the mistress and meat
That fell from her cooking chores
Pieces thrown to good dogs treats that fell upon the floor
For now pens, books and papers return
As we wait for a heavy storm
Home sounds are softer our minds are quiet
Listening for winds and thunder our new norm
Returned are the memories harsh and sweet of the olden days of yore
I remember a time when,
Things were simple
When kids were kids and technology,
Had not diseased their young minds.
The future of America looked bright,
Then those traitors on bended knee,
Turned their back on old glory.
Shredding the image that we once,
Held dear in our hearts.
Destroying a nation that we can,
Never come back from.
How can we police the world when,
We can not police ourselves at home??
I never will forget the days of old
when having neighbors meant more to us then.
I think that for technology we’ve sold
the sweetness of the way things were back when.
I used to read the tales of Nancy Drew
but couldn’t buy the books since we were poor,
but nearby was a rich girl that we knew.
To borrow books from her, I’d run next door!
We’d borrow other things like sugar and
the butter for the cookies Mom would make.
At Christmas, having neighbors was so grand,
for treats to one another we would take.
We’d talk outside on porches, so laid back,
and I would play with neighbor kids all day.
Conveniences today we do not lack;
Dang cell phones rule, and that’s the modern way.
Feb. 2, 2023
for Sotto Poet's Acquaintance And Neighborhood Poetry Contest
In days of old, as nature's dust laid heavy upon the unexplored land...
As life's untameness bearing it's suffering........
Among all those about....
When deep laughter, became lost within...
When life 's survival lay within actions of other's hands...
When life's uncertainities were.......
Unknown mysteries of living times.
When man's decisions weighing between life or death.....
Binding his soul.....One of which he, himself and God only knew....
Hath, in reality man changed time?......
Or hath time really changed man?....
I remember way back in my childhood time, when most people I knew walked inside the line. Both men and women were hard workers back then. Mother had gardens and raised both roosters and hens.
Also, mother mostly worked hard at our home. Most days she was home busy and all alone. Mother was also a part time beautician. She provided care for hair like a physician
would undertake the health care of his patients. Mother did their hair as well as listened to her clients. We kids were either busy everyday at school, studying the academics, keeping the golden rule, or busy playing.
072221PSCtest, 12 Lines In Rhyme, Joseph May
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Days Of Old
Morning breeze, the summer skies
Starry nights and county fairs
Birds in trees and on the lines
Coins we’ve tossed and running scared
The child within I cannot find
If love’s not here then I am lost
The wayward winds I’ve left behind
The end is near, the paths we’ve crossed
From beneath my cave I’ve seen the light
Outside the heart where life begins
The words I’ve saved to win the fight
A spark that starts the fire within
A breath that breathes the gift of life
The clouds that shade the feelings blue
A death that bleeds the sacrifice
The colors fade, that once were you
An offering that life no longer shares
The days of old and festive times
A style of peace the season wears
The memories wrinkled in paper rhymes
In winter frost I was the snow
That you have made into a man
Come new spring the seed would grow
And bloom like warmth of summer wind
They were the days of old and true
They are the ways we learn to live
They drift like waves from oceans blue
Then pass like memories, through a sieve
Michael 3/21/2021
There was a once upon a time
when fairy tales came true;
when animals talked and ogres walked,
and childhood days were endless.
Lovely rainbows had an end
and the fabled pot of gold.
Knights dressed in shining armor
and rode a snow white stallion.
Genies often granted wishes,
as did the fairy queen.
It was summer in the winter time
and spring was nine months long.
One might just glimpse a leprechaun
or find his footprints on the grass.
The maiden married her good prince
and lived happily ever after.
Do you recall?
Felix the cat,
Or Taxi and Kojak.
Fantasy Island and
Starsky and Hutch.
Monty Python and
The Brady bunch.
Saturday cartoons and
Mission impossible.
Batman and The Streets
of San Francisco.
Cling and Clang on H R
Puff n stuff.
All in the family and
Eight is enough.
The Osmonds and
Sonny and Cher.
Quickdraw Mc Draw and
Yogi Bear.
Josie and the Pussycats
And the jetsons.
Green acres and
Petticoat junction.
Mel's Diner and
Dick van dyke.
Columbo and
McMillan and wife.
Police woman and
Hawaii 5.0.
Soul Train and
the Cosby show.
Underdog and
Scooby doo.
Dragnet and
Kung fu.
Dr Marcus Welby
M.D.
A radio station named
WKRP.
Chips and
Quincy M.E.
Flip Wilson and
The Partridge family.
Sweat hogs on welcome
Back Kotter.
The Hulk, and the
Courtship of Eddie's father.
The facts of life and
Bob Newhart.
Chico and the man and
Get smart.
Nova and the Rockford
Files.
Dallas and love American
Style.
Turbo1904?