Best Years Poems

Dark honey tanned skin glistens
    From the moisture of humidity.
The ladies flirt shamelessly with 
    You, but your eyes gaze upon me.

Your stature looms at six foot three.
    Your swimmer's shoulders impress.
In our island sea we...

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The weathered years pass with silent restraint
Leave an impression of time standing still
I have counted sunsets without complaint
Life washes over me testing my will
I've crossed boundaries of unimportance
Found wisdom at the rusty gates of age
I've laughed on the dark stage of circumstance
And know life's curtain...

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Ten Years Had Raced Into Oblivion's Cup
Second Poets Tribute Series, Samuel Taylor Coleridge
  
Chained am I, to desolation's huge anchor
on its long black ship, cargo of hate and rancor
yet in spirit oft I roamed blue skies above
and in my fantastic dreams, found I my...

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I remember, oh how I remember
the years that have gone by.
Our doors were never bolted
our windows never closed.

Women had part-time jobs
knocking on doors all afternoon,
their comely voices bidding:
Madam 'tis Avon calling for you.

Meantime grandma would sit
outside the house and gossip
with friends who passed her by,
whilst...

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My Waning Years

As my waning years return me to reverie
I dream about the days we spent with sylvan trees
As sunset casts its golden glow on canopies
And you and I thought our love would last eternally.

Love had us mesmerized under its magic spell 
Our youth's enchanted...

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6 years ago, I wrote limericks about 5 PS poets. Today, I've posted
about another 5 and will continue to add more...  before 6 years.

I tickled funny bones of five Souper men
So, I gave thought to trying it once again
In the order they replied
My sarcasm...

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If someone leans upon an ancient tree
In future’s shade, a thousand years from now
Might they engage a wrinkle in the brow
And ponder over death of fallen leaves?

Are we not formed alike in fairness gained
Or time might choose to forge us enemies?
Would cloak, or hair, or...

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Remember years ago, when you were fit
Now you can't stand too long, before you have to sit
And all the times that you ran to catch your bus
Now it just passes by and you stand and cuss.

In the days gone by you'd eat like a horse
Now...

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When you reach your twilight years,
It is important to keep an active mind,
Do everything possible to minimize fears
Leave resentments and regrets far behind,

Try not to dwell on all your pet peeves,
But seek out the positives in your life
Stand firmly for your cherished beliefs,
Avoid headaches from...

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i sit here
within the iridescent glow of trees
beneath the lambent light
of this harvest moon
thoughts twirling
like leaves in summer's breeze
knowing another year
we will soon have aged
as i write to you...

dearest self
do not look to the years of yore
that have made us stand
stronger than the hundred year...

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Love more, when it is hardest to love.
Show compassion, always.
Be kind when deserved or not.
Be patient, when you are at the end of your rope.
Smile, when you are saddest.
Pray when you are at your lowest.
Thank God when you are at your highest.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans...

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rest your head my love

in my caring and comforting arms

we will swing 

on this rustic faded yellow porch

under the pink and orange and red hues

of the setting sun silhouetting 

the streaking clouds over the horizon

let me gaze into those loving eyes

so soft and sweet reflecting...

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POTD 8th Jan 24


 NOTHING LESS ~ NOTHING MORE

The ambushed night when all was still,
Amidst the gloom, anxiety took my will.
Though the moon cast its calming glow,
shadows lurked in the night's dark flow.

As the final pages turned, I pondered on treasured lessons I'd learned.
I took...

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'Twas the twilight of the year 
     a twinkling tiara.
December 31st, digits dancing dunes 
     in the Sahara.
One, two, three, one, two, three, 
     it's a prance.
A numerical Irish step dance 
 ...

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~My Tricycle~

Christmas  eve,
I could not help but peek.

There it was, a blue and pinkish bike.
With streamers all for me...

A ride, I wanted to feel inside.
A surprise, I ruined for my eyes.
The joy I felt, a naughty kid like me could not hide.

Running back into...

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