Best Sixty Two Poems
For flowery words I have no gift
deep thoughts I'm rarely thinking
And when it comes to penmanship
my dear I fear I'm stinking
But none the less amid this mess
I'll sum up for your pleasure
Donations to our mutual fund
you've granted in full measure
In 'sixty-two who knew that you
would be my life-long buddy
We'd both tried once, struck out at love
our crystal ball was muddy
We'll make it work this time we said
but no one thought we meant it
The means it seems for life-long dreams
had not yet been invented
Of course I knew that you were who
I prayed would share my dreaming
Of mountain cabins babbling brooks
blue lakes with rainbows teeming
But you were from a Texas town
and I a guy from Brooklyn
So fat chance you and I would fly
where angels yearn to look in
Now reassessing all those years
of mutual indenture
The motorcycles horses boats
and trips of wild adventure
I know I owe it all to your
intrepid flexibility
That we hold these fond memories
to warm us through senility
Just another warrenpiece
Categories:
sixty two, adventure, appreciation, best friend,
Form:
Rhyme
The old black man came riding up
On a wagon pulled by a mule
In the wagon he had a plough
And some other old rusty tools
As best I recall it was late in the fall
Of nineteen sixty two
He said hello and told my dad
He was looking for something to do
And for a fee would unhitch Ol' B
They'd plow up the garden out back
The old man smiled as they dickered awhile
Then began to unpack
Ol' B wore blinders as he walked behind her
It only took them a bit
With all of the kids from the neighborhood
The pair had made quite a hit
Put the cash in his pocket gave her a carrot
Hooked up and went on their way
As the old man whistled to the clippity-clop
The old mule loudly brayed
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
Categories:
sixty two, animal, culture, funny, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme
Some choose religion as their sacred home for worship and prayer
others choose spirituality, "it seats the noumenon of their soul "
From very young I was introduced to religion, mom kept a chapel in the house
we were taught to pray the rosary and be obedient according to bible laws
I had a statue of Mary that I kept on my dresser and from a young age
she spoke to me and encouraged me to live despite the pain I was experiencing at such a young age...
Later in life when I reached my thirties I went through a crisis,
during the darkest nights of my soul I found the philosophy of Buddhism
both comforting and altruistic to my nature.
I learned from monks how to go within
Today at the age of sixty two I realize that both were gifts
One taught me discipline and introduced me to Mystical experiences
the other helped to re-discover the child within
and heal the broken parts of me ...
Today I work as a healer and I do my part to help others heal
It is all about love and compassion and how we choose to express our
FAITH
Religion and Spirituality, I believe I was blessed to be able to
embrace both equally without feeling that one threatened the other.
May 22, 2021
Categories:
sixty two, appreciation,
Form:
Narrative
In memory: Luis Alvarez, American Hero
Thank you for working on
the smoking ruins of 9/11!
Those days when we were
more than proud to be a
free country.
Yes, we worked together ever
so proudly, as a family.
Thank you for going to the Senate on June 11th!
Sick as you could be
Begging for money for two-
hundred sixty-two people still ill.
America has forgotten 9/11, with impunity.
We still have not learned our history
lesson.
You truly were so ill, but never
lost your compassion.
Till your very last moment, you
were a man of action!
For God, for us all, in this
great American nation.
It's people like you, who make
the Fourth,
A reason for a great and gratitude-filled,
momentous celebration
With profound respect and gratitude,
Panagiota Romios
July 3, 2019
10:30am PST
Categories:
sixty two, america, independence day, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme
He lies on the living room carpet
Conscious, groggy but awake
No signs of injury, lightly moaning
Leaning over him, how to help?
He fell last Thursday too
Better letting him settle
Before trying getting him up
Maybe I'll need to call
My son or ambulance aids
Now I'll just lie down facing him
Talk some, eye to eye
Like so many times before
In bed, on beaches and such
A couple of just sixty two years
Or a couple of one
Oldest lovers, oldest friends
His eyes open a bit teary, he whispers,
"Sorry, dear heart"
At once, I know my Rudy is there
I say back, "There, there love"
Now we are one again
The fall did not take him away
Not this time
I lay there, two oldies on the floor
Waiting for the right moment to resume
To try to live again
Rudy fell, he'll fall again
One day, I'll fall too
Categories:
sixty two, beach, friend, heart, love,
Form:
Free verse
A mop of white hair
Over a young old face
A pair of laughing eyes
Locked in a different place
As he tells his grandchildren
Tales of his youth
Each one guaranteed to be
Ninety percent of the truth.
He talks of a million years ago,
Really just nineteen sixty two,
And they look at him in
The way grandchildren do.
He tells of his adventures
Of his scraps and scrapes
Marvelling in his mind
At some of his escapes.
A grand daughter says
You’re telling fibs I think
He gives her a smile
And then a slow wink.
They all give him a hug
When it’s time for them to go
And he experiences thoughts
That only Granddads know.
He thinks of the joy, pains
And sadness they may know
And hopes they’ll all learn
As they mature and grow.
Life is such a gamble
And it’s a privilege to see
The continuance of his line
And how it’s going to be
Categories:
sixty two, family, grandfather, happiness,
Form:
Rhyme
she was the victim of amplified suicide
what does that mean? I asked Detective McBride
She tried to hang herself first, he rapidly replied
But the knot in the rope had become untied
She took fifty-nine pills from a bottle
which explains why her skin has a bit of a mottle
she finally crashed her caddy into a bridge
in the next county over, by Strawberry ridge
How do you know it wasn’t an accident? I dared to ask.
The sixty-two-page suicide note next to her aluminum flask.
amplified suicide was a strange and new term to me.
But now a concept that I finally could see.
Categories:
sixty two, suicide,
Form:
Rhyme
Since the 19th century, she stands looking out to sea
A guardian of the sailor, a survivor of tragedy
The Captain lost his pregnant wife and son and five members of his crew
Now she waits just like her sister when a sailor's return is overdue
Her sister stands in Moss since nineteen sixty two
They stand and face each other across the ocean blue
The Dictator, a Norwegian vessel, aground she did run
Nine people died off the shore in eighteen ninety one
The Captain returned to Norway when his healing was done
In Elmwood cemetery he sadly left his wife and son
On thirty seventh street in Virginia Beach the Norwegian Lady Stands
A monument to all who sail and walk on foreign sands
Categories:
sixty two, history, places, sea, sister,
Form:
Couplet
Harvest Homecoming
fair brings contests and prizes
my biggest pumpkin
prize matters a lot
one hundred sixty-two pounds
tow trucks don't come cheap
written 09/24/16
Categories:
sixty two, adventure, autumn, seasons, stars,
Form:
Haiku
Begin your Diamond Head hike in the early hours of morning as it
Requires two full hours to climb to the top at an
Elevation of seven hundred sixty two feet from sea level.
After reaching the top of Diamond Head Crater,
That was formed by a volcanic explosion 200,000 years ago,
Honolulu and Waikiki are the breathtaking views from
The top of the crater, spreading out from the Ko'olaus to the sea.
Allow yourself enough time to capture panoramic pictures as
Keepsakes of your climb and bask in the beauty surrounding
Impressive famous landmarks from the Manoa Valley to the
Natural harbour featuring the Arizona Memorial at Pearl Harbor.
Gorgeous amazing views greet the eyes in every direction.
*Ko'olau Mountain Range
Diamond Head Hike:
Diamond Head is the name of a volcanic tuff cone on the Hawaiian island of O'ahu and known to Hawaiians as Le'ahi, most likely from lae 'browridge, promontory' plus ahi 'tuna' because the shape of the ridgeline resembles the shape of a tuna's dorsal fin. Its English name was given by British sailors in the 19th century, who mistook calcite crystals on the adjacent beach for diamonds.
Categories:
sixty two, beautiful, mountains, places, ,
Form:
Acrostic
"Twas during the Cuban Missile Crisis of October nineteen sixty-two,
When I was proudly wearing the distinctive Air Force suit of blue.
I was sent to perform an inspection at another Air Force base.
The Crisis heated up and I was told to get home as fast as I could race!
I landed at LAX and waited impatiently for my grip at the carousel.
At last I spotted it and there was no doubt it was mine I could easily tell.
Upon arriving home I told my spouse and kids all about the trip,
And laid the suitcase on the bed and proceeded to open my grip.
My spouse nearly fainted and much to my children's glee,
(And to my consternation) lay a heap of ladies lingerie!
In my haste at the airport I'd grabbed a bag exactly like mine,
And rushed out of the terminal knowing everything would be fine!
Oft, I've wondered what the lady's baffled husband's reaction was,
When she opened my bag and beheld my drawers and some ciga's!
The airline swapped bags and with the lady there was no direct contact.
The episode became family lore and our marriage remained intact!
Entry for Cindi Rockwell's "My Most Embarrassing Moment" Contest
Categories:
sixty two, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
The Chinese tend to take the long-term view.
They do things differently in Old Cathay.
A thousand decades, almost to the day,
have come and gone. There’s really nothing new.
While foreigners fixate on Fu Manchu,
The Eastern mind sees things another way.
While we pervert, prevaricate, parlay,
the “chink” prefers to chew, review, construe.
“Since Revolution’s what you like to do,”
some western wag asked Mao in sixty-two,
what of the French?” (Vendée, Charlotte Corday,
the sans-culottes, et cetera.) “Your view?
A triumph, or disaster?” Like Sun-Tzu,
Tse Tung replied, “It’s far too soon to say.”
Categories:
sixty two, satire, , western,
Form:
Sonnet
I can count my lovers with fingers
not promiscuous none the less
at age sixty two what say you
never used a condom
as it will be condemning
my beliefs
of not procreating
good genes
or the crazy
never to hold my babies
as fetus they were flushed
for the abuse at age fourteen
not a choice if you tell me
of morning sickness
to hide from my mother
bringing the wolf in her den
of lush and many tears
well I paid the price
but all is swell and a line or two
a survivor for you to read
the indulge the dreams
Categories:
sixty two, abortion,
Form:
Free verse
I was the sunshine that cradled your day
that tried to push the clouds away
I was the sand that ran between your toes
when you were four years old
that soon became the rain you danced in
from seven to eleven
And I watched you grow in the glow
of a moon that beamed
when you turned thirteen
How unfair you thought I'd become
when you turned twenty-one
because you lost a few dreams
But I stayed awake when you were out late
I was the stars 'till you turned twenty-eight
And when you found your love
"the one"
I was glimmer in the eye, the blue sky, the sun
Then you turned thirty-one
I became cloud, thunder and shower
there weren't enough minutes to put in your hour
You forgot how to dance in the rain
'till you turned forty all you did was complain
Then you took off your shoes
and went back to the sand
I was now the warmth of your child's hand
At forty-three
you spent more time with me
You began
to understand
And when you stood fifty years old
you stayed warm to me even though
at times I was cold
How close we grew
when you turned sixty-two
The breeze was I
that hung your grandchild's kite in the sky
And I'm sorry I made you sad
when I took "the one" away
But I was proud
when you pushed aside that cloud
and cradled 'me' in the sun
for the remainder of our day
Categories:
sixty two, childhood, faith, inspirational, life,
Form:
Rhyme
The discounts are now quite a few
And cause for a feeling that's blue
It's true--what a drag
As the parts start to sag
A bonus for age sixty-two
Categories:
sixty two, birthday
Form:
Limerick