Best Olds Poems

Poem 1: A Boy And His Painted Piano

he used lively greens
tender blues,
touches of plain mauve 
and rainbow trout splatters
to paint music
on the gas fumes 
that...

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Coach Dad

It is a magic time when a child ventures
Into the world, spreading wings,
Beginning the oft painful process
of moving from the nest to the sky.

And...

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Sipping cherry limeade, driving in the car parade, 
we're cruising in the Lone Star state.
Didn't want a bucket seat; the thing it couldn't beat, 
was...

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L ittle voices, rising in volume and pitch
I mploring teacher, begs all available aids to help pop 
C oats, hats, muffs, mitts, sweaters, gloves, socks,...

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The greatest holiday gift I ever received  
Goes back so many, many years
Before my life became turmoiled
And before my tears for fears

I was a...

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In 1957 I took my teaching certificate back to the land of my mother.  
She was raised on a cattle ranch in the north...

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Unfortunate circumstances made me a weekend father
Two parents separated by a marred history,
now had to care for a child ...
an innocent victim who received emotional...

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My opinion on religion Take 1
I am in the unexpected throes of spring cleaning
Suddenly with no warning 
7 people are unexpectedly arriving in a few...

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I have babysat a roomful of six year olds, 
my heart beating louder than a pack of screaming hyenas.

I walked out with them quiet and...

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What makes a speech out of words,
I have just washed the tombs of lords.
Oh, what’s my knot?
What’s my knot?

You can judge the theme not.
Words, trickle...

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Two year olds leap
before they look	
DADDY!
replaces gravity
then writhe laughing 
from your arms
AGAIN!
I’ll always catch you
for these moments
pass too soon....

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Three Year Old….thinking

that potty training thing was over rated
and that “big boy” thing - quite overstated

now I can pee on the ants
thank goodness for my...

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If one is hungry
And bored
Of watching over Mecca,

What better place
To steal an apple
Than from another country’s orchards,
With fighter jets
Twanged in the sky
Like flying bottle openers,
Diving...

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I was there 
On my way to Laflin when the 55th and Garfield bus slowed down.
He should have been passed out from excitement like other...

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She sat among the branches of a tree,
A lonely girl who wanted most to leave.
But eight-year olds have nowhere else to go,
So a weeping tree...

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