Best Glasses Poems

Uncomplicated me
I thought I was coloured blind
free thinking and kind
with an evolved mind
Loving and accepting 
of the ones I find

Yet my blindness 
Is that of...

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Uncomplicated me
I thought I was colour blind
free thinking and kind
with an evolved mind
Loving and accepting 
of the ones I find

Yet my blindness 
Is that of...

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The old man sat with eyes closed, dozing in his chair
Until a little voice he heard say “Grandpa, are you there”.

He gazed upon a little...

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At a table in a garden, on a soft, sweet, summer's night
Two friends are sitting talking by the moon's reflected light.
On the table in the...

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Vivid flashbacks from bloodshed battles
his soul still ravaged by devious dictators,
cries from fallen comrades still echo in his mind,
but he continues to walk upon a...

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The sun was rising high in the east over the town of Milton creek
It was the eighteenth day of December, the start of Christmas week
All...

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 Like an evening sun
I settle by the lake
Wearing nothing but my thought
as I recall your name.

I recall last moments
Green shades where we have been
Your...

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He walked down Goverment Road West
With a white cane, in shaking hand
Wearing Stevie wonder glasses
People called him the pop bottle man

With a white cane, in...

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I've grown a bit slower, I've grown a bit fatter,
  my mission each hour: relieving my bladder.
When I was a youngster, I had no...

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The sun was rising over Milton Creek, heralding the start of a new day
Two new residents were due in town, on the noon train from...

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The distance between us means nothing~
      l've f a l l e n in love with you, despite the moon...

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ALONE AT THE HOLOCAUST MUSEUM

rose early in the morning,
indulged in a lovely quiche lorraine,
ventured out

          ...

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Wrinkles and gray hair
get me in a rage
and I say to myself,
“Why don't you act your age!"

My poor aching feet
remind me to wear sensible shoes
but...

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He sees the rose in her cheeks
She sees the wrinkles of time in her mirror

He sees the long, flowing brunette of her shining hair
She sees...

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I gaze beyond 
the silver winged 
     heart of 
twinkling twilight,
lost within metaphors 
    in warm cashmere
 ...

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