Bifocals Poems | Examples

One Day at A Time

Who could ask for anyone better?
If I were cold, you would bring a sweater without me asking
When I couldn't see, you were my bifocals so I could see your perfect form passing
How can I do it without ya?
Maybe I'll get my chance
Maybe I'll come up with the perfect words
Maybe my thoughts won't get distorted 
Maybe I can't see she's only going to love me
Maybe it's time we see eye to eye sublime
Maybe I'll glance at the most divine woman I've ever known
Maybe she got the best of me
Maybe she'll give me the greatest love I've ever been shown
Maybe my supergirl will send me chills right to the bone
Maybe she is the dialect to my unorthodox text
Maybe I'm angry
Maybe I'm dead to her, invoking ill will not knowing 
Or maybe it's like my mama told me,
I just need to take it one day at a time!

Baby Beau

Our baby is ten months old
Today I heard a loud clinking sound in his mouth
Chased him around the room
Wrestled it out of there
It was a pair of eyeglasses
One lens was gone

I hope they are my readers from the dollar store
I have nineteen pairs of them lying around the house.
If they were my husband’s bifocals, I had better stay mum
Baby dug up the asphalt driveway last month
An English cream retriever, who cannot leave anything alone.

Travels With Grandad

head cradled on folded arms
as a young boy I’d sit rapt 
in the tales told by an old man
as he drew pictures at our dinner table

no bragging, not at all 
just remembrances 
of arid deserts and tuscan sunsets
heaving seas and emptying bellies 

he saw the world
give or take
in six years
for king and country

back then I did not notice the pauses
how he never mentioned friends
eyes magnified through thick bifocals
searching some distant battlefield

he came home and got work in a mill
watched his wife die not long after
brought up three boys alone
but never grumbled, not at all

God's Spell Check

If God spell checked our existence.. we'd be giving a lifelong penance.. how deceitful we've become without resistance.. weapons of mass destruction still remain defenseless.. alterior motivated friendships.. demons amongst our christians.. public murders breeding no witness.. deepest of breaths lungs airless.. with no moral code emotions careless.. eyes wide open still nothing to stare with.. handed bifocals and still impaired it.. full of life and still disparaged.. on a trip to hell and locked in the carriage..inspired by Aaron..

Jaundiced Eyes

Jaundiced Eyes

Jaundiced eyes covet past tense masquerades
In crypts where yellowed brittleness recall bitterness
Where glassy-eyed failures suck truth dry - 
Vampires with addictions
Distorting graveyards at the altar
Of introspection
Like green-eyed monsters
Grasping
At monetary dust of renunciation -
As thirty silver coins of delusion
Smash against a field of potter’s headstones
Of mummified expectations –
Snake eyes coil to strike
Festering bones of rose colored bifocals
Framed with near-sighted prejudice
In cock-eyed bloodied clarity distorted
Prescriptions, 
Opaque, ochre tinted corrections
See beauty as bloodless crumbling petals
When black holes of envy blind side the mindful
Blaspheming the self-evident
In catacombs of blind spots
Where the battered armor of rightness lies still
Awaiting revelation’s softly spoken new light -
A perpetual whispering
In humility's tears restoring lenses knowing the need
For a baptism of clear-eyed focus.

6-25-21
Contest: The Jaundiced Eye
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker

Oh, Canada

A lovely, senior named Ruth,
Was told to don ugly goggles,
forsooth!
By Canadian powers that be,
Which frightened the good 
country's citizenry.


She wore bifocals hobbling to the store.
Ruth, was smacked in her backside, by the front door.
By a hurried youth, sporting foggy goggles and a missing tooth!
Thus, both souls, ended up broken-legged on the floor!

         6-8-2021



Poet wrote this awhile back, but only posted today.
Not aware if goggles still required!

Forgotten Hero

I got on the bus 
And sat on the front seat.
With bifocals,
The man sitting next to me
Greeted me with a Smile
And said, “Good Morning”.


On the way,
Sitting by the window
And being bewitched by 
the black moon's shadow
His words ‘stunned my soul.


“An executive of the state
 Demanded me a letter from the camp
"If I need the pension"
"If I need the pension."


His words broke my heart
For me, no more vision
A great dedication
In the mission,
But not the passion or fashion
Though only a call from his office
To bring a letter
“He enjoys my traveling
Far away from the city. 

“I wish I could see your face,
But I am so sorry, 
My world is black”.

I got off the bus,
But the thoughts of mine
Blow like a wind.
Men have no gratitude
To a man of yesterday.
For me, that great soldier
Is a Man of everyday.



 Oct. 8, 2020
Will To Survive Poetry Contest
Contest Sponser : Silent One

Mighty Big Ben

A big "if"
get a whiff
Me? zero.
my hero...

Ben Franklin
wise statesman
scientist
columnist.

Ben's passwords -
Poor Richard's
crackerjack
almanack.

Did Silence
Dogood sense
women's rights
and insights?

Philly fire
would inspire
Ben's brilliance -
insurance

Self-taught, thence
Ben invents
bifocals 
smart mogul.

Next project
he'd perfect
ladder chair
with step stair.

Millionaire
takes a dare
Kites and keys
lightning please.

A new hat
diplomat
Ben would dance
off to France.

Death's closed door
eighty-four
Famous men
admire Ben.


September 18, 2020
rewritten March 9, 2021

for contest:  If I Were Famous..
sponsor:

Optimistic Patriot

Optimistic me, let's have a look-see,
Features: partial plate, hearing aids, bifocals and gray hairs. 
My Savior, my family, my friends are who I talk about.
Hate hurts while love forgives and patience cares.
Joy, anticipation, mercy: these are feelings I tout;
snakes, liars and fire: these I fear and can live without.
If I could, I'd defeat Alzheimer's, cure cancer, answer prayers...
Proud to reside where no nation compares,
Patriot of the USA,  content to be free.
Positively optimistic, what do you think of me?

April 6th, 2020

Perfect Sight

Perfect Sight
By Franklin Price
01/01/2020

The year is twenty-twenty
Symbolizing perfect sight
Time we got corrective lenses
On the left and on the right

Two eyes looking forward 
Coming from a different face
Must select the right prescription
Focus on a common place

Each eye is viewing differently
That's very plain to me
Little depth in their perception
Of the scene that they both see

Ben Franklin made bifocals
To see both near and far
He was a founding father
As such, he was a star

Should make use of his invention
To help guide us on our way
To see a common goal the same
Not  as blurry as today

Perfect Sight

Perfect Sight
By Franklin Price
12/18/2019

Coming year is twenty-twenty
Symbolizing perfect sight
Time we got corrective lenses
On the left and on the right

Two eyes must be looking forward 
That are in a common face
Must select the right prescription
Focus on a common place

Each eye is viewing differently
That is very plain to me
Little depth in their perception
Of the scene that they both see

Ben Franklin made bifocals
To see both near and far
He was a founding father
As such, he was a star

Should make use of his invention
To help guide us on our way
To see a common goal the same
Not blind folded as today

File of Life

Years of weary travel, sojourn soon to end
the time passed unseen, in elixir of youth.
Now sunset awaits, a shadow to descend
faded twilight greets, the inevitable truth.

Diminuendo of some whistling songbirds
vanish somewhere inside hearing aids.
Arthritis and denture, with forgetful words 
bifocals now see, only butlers and maids.
 
Snow of winter has to melt in heat of sun
leaves of autumn, once brown they wither.
Rings on trunk of trees, counted one by one 
bygone days.. can't they again be together?

In the last casino game, no one will ever win
Roulette wheel will stop, no one knows when.
Debris File of Life deleting to Recycle Bin,
An estuary flows... to Death, in final Amen.


Dated 5th June 2019

Sponsor	Emile Pinet
A contest on aging

Spectacular Vision

My first spectacles perched on my nose,
with frame and glasses, my first photo pose.
Optician cried," Wow!, Can you see clear now?"
"Oh Yes, my beautiful binocular,
I could see my world, all spectacular.
But my future still looked blurred
my weak eyes, cured of myopia
yearned to see an  invisible utopia."

I grew old...

Sneaked in bifocals, and life changed gear.
Optician cried," dear, can you see your near?" 
"Oh yes, my reading glass was crystal clear.
But why was my heart so full of fear?
With wide open eyes, I still couldn't see,
so many people who were close to me."

I grew older and older...

My retinal sight, now had vision of night.
Cold darkness spread in broad daylight.
Unlimited vision, I could see a closing door,
waiting for the day...I wouldn't see anymore.

Lost Words

Just a line to say I'm living,
That I'm not amongst the dead.
Though I'm getting more forgetful
And mixed up in the head.
I've got used to my arthritis
To my dentures I'm resigned
I can cope with my bifocals,
But  oh how I miss my mind.
Sometimes I can't remember
When I'm standing by the stairs,
If I'm going up for something;
Or have just come down from there.
And before the fridge so often
My mind is full of doubt;
Now did I put some food away,
Or come to take some out?
If its not my turn to write 
I hope you wont get sore.
I may think I have written
And don't want to be a bore.
So remember I do love you
And wished that you lived near
But now its time to mail this
And say "Good bye my dear"
I'm standing beside the mail box
And my face - it sure is red.
Instead of posting this to you
I've opened it instead.

Bifocals

Through the window of connectedness,
    the landscape grins.
 Introspective roadways?—
    nursery clay.
All the somber mountains—
    props in a play.

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