Best Obsolete Poems
Get off of our roads!
You're obsolete, an antique
Go back to Nineteen-fifty
You're blocking traffic!
What's that? Ha ha. You said that
-- You're a symbol of gridlock?
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July 08, 2019
Fives and Sevens Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Antiquated, so outdated, old relic, dinasour. These things that I hate to admit, I can
relate to, oh such a bore. Old fossile, neanderthal, over the hill, wow this is overkill.
I'm out of style, way too many miles, sure do need a change.
Wonder where I can trade this old model in. Guess I'm out of luck, much to my
chagrin! I feel like Yoda, out of mode-a-joke to the younger folk. News flash for you,
I'm still cool, still got my hair, can still match your glare. Cheap sunglasses, six string
too, I'm still rockin, not hip-hoppin.
Watcha think about that~~~Get Back Jack~~~~
Time running, flowing
away
where are the treasures
of yesterday
so many things gone, vanished
obsolete
the horse and buggy
the rumble seat
but more than that
as time goes by
the young don’t even seem to try
to embrace the things that we hold dear
like morals and values
it’s all to clear
the things we embraced in our youth
time took it’s toll
and no longer plays a roll
but with help and patience
kind and true
we might just see this generation
through.
I’m becoming obsolete –
I still have AOL
And use a land line when I’m home
(It’s on the wall, as well).
I send most greeting cards with stamps
And wash my plates by hand.
I light my oven with a match,
Which some can’t understand.
I perk my coffee, read from books
(Not Kindles or its cousins)
And write my poems in pencil
(Which I sharpen by the dozens).
The world is changing much too fast
And life is passing by
But I’ll be obsolete for sure
Before I up and die.
Pass out your punishment
I care not for your ideals
nor am I capable to accept
Pass out your punishment
Your "logic" offends
and I will not entertain
Pass out your punishment
I fear you not, you are obsolete in my mind
You choose lies before truth
you are unforgivable
and I refuse to be
unforgivable too
So concerned with the skill
But anyone's skilled with language
Everyone knows the power of will
Though words rarely show knowledge
So i say screw the pettiness of being clever
I say screw those who value wit over truth
Why do we appreciate those under cover
Yet we let them hide because that's just youth
We could read a page of "smart" quotes
I could litter a textbook with highlighter
Anyone could refer to important anecdotes
Everyone congratulates the "brilliant" writer
All the time we see it happen everywhere
All of us are blinded by words every time
Take the aged's advice without thought or care
Though soon enough you'll find it a crime
For they lived long before our era of man
They spoke in a period when word was a privilege
What was written was read by no educated scan
The world is changing and so is knowledge
~ Mr. and Mrs. Obsolete ~
A picker of pockets used to get cash
Now just credit cards, and never a stash
Shed a tear for old pickers
They're dying off quicker
Than bearded ladies without a moustache
We have a feeling
my love and I
that it's time to leave.
It is the passing
of an earlier time
for which we grieve.
Then, right was right,
hope was bright,
and civility was ever in sight.
We were free our minds to speak
no need for games of hide and seek
or to be pathetically weak.
Without a clap of thunder
that world is dead down under,
making us wonder and perceive
that it's time for us to leave.
Of all the professions ever been in the world
Some are rightly regarded today as absurd
The Western Union man just can't compete
with high-tech texts and twitters and tweets
'Typewriter Repairmen' now obsolete
'Abacus Salesmen,' long rest their feet
'Butter Churners,' consigned to back burners
Bowling lane 'pin-spotters,' no longer wage-earners
But the profession I miss the most by far
is the Texaco Gas Jockey with his big bright red star
Punishment without a crime is abuse.
Ignoring everything we smother within is neglect.
Breathing water and sand while
The sun is falling, the sky is torn with it.
The gulfs of god have moved.
We are artists. I direct my life,
A train through a tunnel, only
Rarely crashing. A child
Becoming an adult each
Time.
This is my land and yours is incapable.
You destroyed it so long ago.
Europa both gained and lost.
This wall will last until you surrender.
Nations decay as this one blossoms. Glass
Is a salvation, push it hard enough and it
Will damage you far more than us.
The war divided, at first came the chalk
Your side of the bedroom and mine. Now
We're much older. Save but salvage not.
Liberty blindfolded will fall.
This is the expansion of everything.
Time to open up your world.
Let them jump right into your mix.
Taste the vast mind pool of your existence.
No need for the ticket man.
Worthy journeys commence for free.
Though impossible-have no prejudice.
Everyone's invited into your destiny.
Some will yearn to stay. Some will beg to leave
Show them nothing or show them everything.
Take grand chances to be truly free.
Time to open up your world.
Shower them with your spirit-shine.
Parch them; sift through your coal darknesses.
Let them sip your diamond shine.
Some will pray to stay.
Some won't even say goodbye.
It's important to show them your entire story.
Time to open up your world.
Let them jump into the heart.
Only a few will stay; most will leave you far behind.
It will be the way it was meant to be.
Either way, it'll be just fine.
Old and outdated.
Diligent and worn-out; have faded.
Useful and used.
Left confused.
Why people only use me?
Refusing to look beside the outward appearance; there's more than
what the eyes can see.
Only talked to when they're in trouble or they're in need.
Forgotten actions that only seem mean.
Tossed to the side; fading as quick as a thought.
Depressed and a little bit distraught.
Similar to sex, I'm seen as an object.
Skipped, straight to the body, but no subject.
The world's not ready for a person like me.
This is the new millennium where others have ceased to be.
Closure and concluded; hit delete.
Old, worn-out, and faded; obsolete.
I'm heartsick that "gals" no longer remain
Gals are called guys, how completely insane
Please gals, hurry back
Your charms we so lack
It's a good word that we must now regain
7/23/22
Frankfurter is an obsolete word
Then again beanie weanie sounds absurd
the term wienerwurst is another way
to indicate a hotdog on game day
Hawaii, Where The Meek Is Obsolete
When within a unicameral state,
Where there is no reasonable debate,
Whether you vote all yea,
Whether you vote all nay,
Why ask if a communist-styled dictate?
2020 February 16
"Ode To The Corrupt Unions"
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