Best Pensioned Poems

Cant lift my eyes beyond half past seven anymore
Nay! I do not wish to see...
Past hyphens and inverted commas
Lies and more catastrophe

Ambidextrous clock with appalling...

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I was working up Loch Valley logging for a local mill;
camping in a make-shift hut I built half way up a struggling hill.
I worked till...

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The Martin family lived in a rented house across from us,
and some of the kids were forced to sleep in a converted bus.
There were thirteen...

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When I was three foot tall I could fly.
Now that I've reached near six and descending
things have become more, grounded.
It wasn't an aeronautical event or
some...

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OLD AL
Off we go to the pub to see Alice Cooper in his own tribute band.         ...

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Fair Hilda, pass, I pray, that flagon.
I now must face my final dragon.
Valkyrie, deny not mead, the stuff
Of courage. To be courageous is enough.
Whence courage...

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Time and Change                 

There's an old abandoned farmhouse I...

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A Message 
Our old captain was pensioned off, he had been 
the master on the same ship for ten years and at
sixty five he didn´t...

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Do you know what it’s like
To be required no more,
To be put out to grass,
To be kicked out the door,
To know your work’s ended,
No more...

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Word-Worker

Thee procurement and collection
Of this smattering of letters
No matter your predilection
For future employment of type setters
To criss and cross all the tees and eyes
Paying close...

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It’s vast and its infinite, it never ends
It goes on forever, no corners no bends 
Planets are specks in the void that is space
Stars are...

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A bullet ended life:
Another pensioned wife,
And little children who
Recall a suit of blue, 
And father they once knew....

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Sing a hymn for Georgie Radford
Who used to build ships on the Clyde
Watch them launch down the slipway 
With a worker’s quiet pride.
His last job...

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We may not look forward to being old,
But there are perks for those of us who get to be old,
Which is a perk in itself....

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