Best Older Poems

I once heard the whisper of falling snow,
saw a spark in the eye of a coal-black crow,
felt the power and awe of a swift river's flow,
the older I get, the less I know.

My hair was once braided in golden cornrows,
by Jamaican friends in an island...

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Darling,

Forty seven years ago, young and in love.
We fell in love on the Bobo-lo Boat.
A mutual acquaintance arranged our date.
I was eighteen and you were twenty.
You took my breath away as our eyes met,
And I must say Dear, you still do today.

Way too young to...

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A Sonnet To Growing Older

My heart now speaks to me of ageless things
 Of solitary walks down country lanes
 Of quilted calico with simpler schemes
 Unhurried times, a pause, as quiet rain

 In memory drenched, the budding heart reviews
 Her nightly liaisons in twilight realms
...

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As I've grown older, I've found,
that my body has gotten more round,
as I try it,
another new diet,
I always add another pound....

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On Growing Older Than I Am

Alas, this growing older than I am
drained me of the will to search for more
my life consumed incessantly with spam
I stood a vagrant beggar at the door

naked beneath the trappings of old skin
gazing through windowless cloudy past
as life, I’d truly...

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When I was a young lad in the prime of life
Never thought I'd still be around
When my driver's license said, “older than dirt!”
And my mind was no longer sound

But I can get away with a bunch of neat stuff
Rack it up to “he's left the...

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Dear, you keep telling me that you’re too old,
giving me reasons we should be apart.
But all these things I’ve already been told!
Please, darling, hear me now with your heart.
You say they’ll gossip about me and you.
Just let them! I’m young, but I’ve known
so many women,...

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A time where phones and computers didn't exist,

But a time where good ol' fashioned talking was in the mist.

A time where hospitality was priority number one,

And your grandma's cooking was better then anyones.

A time where family would all sit at the table,

All they had was...

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It  is late September  again,
  effervescent,  fair---much like 
the  first  touch of air-brushed flame
 seizing  an ardor glazed by
an ever- changing pastel light… 
 we are still here,
 on autumnal  view's entrance
breathing sweet ambrosia 
from life's harvest...perhaps...

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The older we get, the longer the time
It takes for our bodies to heal,
So we shouldn’t regret, since we’re out of our prime,
That we aren’t as strong as we feel.

Be it virus or flu or a cut or a bruise,
What took days to improve now...

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A little less agile,
More aches and pains,
A little less hair,
More capital gains,
A little more girth,
A little less grit,
Another year older,
A little less fit.
A little less debt,
A little more doubt,
A little less certain
That I've figured out
What the reason for living so long's all about.
If I do...

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I will be blithe tonight.
The wind is high
I will walk alone beneath the sky
I will not let it happen, this tendency
To see oneself so righteous, so sober
The monotony of age overcoming
Rejecting what is curious, young and free
Because they are young, never will I act
As though...

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Jet-black hair faded to gray;
tall, slender figure
arched with age—
sagging like the skin around your eyes
so much like mine.

Your loud voice has quieted
and become gentle as the years have passed.
Your once harsh hands now seek to guide me
on paths I had to discover without you.

Father,
I wonder—
while...

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30 January 2021

The prodigy has turned prodigal
Making silver spoons out of gold medals
While the hearsay deepens about clandestine meetings
I fix myself a plate of pity party, for I know nobody
I don’t even know myself 
The prodigy is now pedestrian
Crossing roads without a care 
And I...

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(Written for Jim Eslinger )


DEVOTION POEM  5, “Unspoken”         ***** (for Jim Eslinger)


Young and new to each other,
There was always too much to say.
Glancing around in restaurants, we’d notice
What so many friends remarked on when seeing
Those older...

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