Best Olden Days Poems

Give me the olden days
Before I-pads, I-pods, and I-phones.
When phones were attached to walls.
Summertime people sat on their porches.
Listening to and scolding each other’s children.
Before...

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~The best poem ever~

Without saying a word I’m going to go where no one has gone before.
A twilight zone, only God and I know of....

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It was a token gesture
A hand he offered me
Emerging from my cab
Stormy night in the city

I didn’t know his name
But I’ll not forget his face
For...

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I was a professional, melodic dance instructor, at the flowery prime of the art,
And I taught its various, elegant styles, sweet joy of valuable living...

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Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
And sadly...i start to drive.
Through the unremarkable village with its tall 
Georgian Bay window panes, lightless,
devoid of visages; outwardly...

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From the womb
broken harmony and chord 
lonely
fires set deep within
perceptions unfolding

A tear at birth
flows to olden days
the longest river of sadness
raging madness

Inside that single tear
I...

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Oh the images we freeze in time

the sweet, sweet scents that bring recall

the sharp and painful longing that belongings bring

for those lost or lingering on...

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Now yellowed with age
a lonely music book,
hidden in every page
old musician dreams

of endless nights passed
struggling with melodies,
lovely trills and arpeggios,
etudes and symphonies;

a sentry keeping watch
over...

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POWER OUTAGE

I should say outrage!
My favorite T.V. show
Blacked-out just like (snap!) that
Wind was like a hurricane
Scared hell out of the cat

Whole trees blown over
My house...

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In the Middle East, far south of Sweden,                 ...

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Mr. Franklin "coined" that old saw, "A penny saved is a penny earned!"
I mused upon that fabled adage and for the olden days I yearned.
Then,...

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You came into her house through the kitchen. 
The big door in from the front porch
Hadn't been used for years;
Furniture stood hard against it.
A knock...

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Distance does not impede her grace
innocence shines on her face
carry on we say
carry us away
Write for us of those olden days
carry our mindset's to child's...

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There is a thin line between the laugh and the cry.
The laugh is often perfected by one who has silenced her crying.
The laugh is sometimes...

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Dirt road lined with walls of stone,
run right up to the small home,
rust red siding coming in view,
in my head it’s still cedar, blue.

Sugar maples...

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