Crooked Cohan and Trump Probable
Action verified as campaign violation,
And confirmed with no contemplation;
Played his part;
Upset apple cart,
Must approve impeachment to save nation.
James T. Horn
Retired Veteran
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Categories:
cohan, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
OUTER GRACE
OUTER GRACE
It was as if two meteors were headed to crash
both to intersect when the time was right
each to become orbiting outer-space trash
but suddenly they were heralded by the night
each stopped short with both tails aglow
both beautifully and bountifully bright
both comets were ordered by the universe to go
but each of them refused because the time was right
one of them was soft and easy to caress
the other a bit harsher yet just as easy to hold
it was as if two worlds had one universe to bless
a world Da Vinci would have been ordered to mold
two comets and two worlds were in love from the very start
but then one comet found out the other had lied
it didn't actually love the other with all its heart
because that's often how it is when two worlds collide
© 2012....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
cohan, fantasy, love, time, universe,
Form: Quatrain
HOW TERRIBLY STRANGE TO BE SEVENTY
Upon my mantle rests my past
as I reach for a photo my bones crack and leaves me aghast
some recent pictures and others faded
because growing older is over-rated
brown becomes gray and backs bend
and you can no longer remember your very first friend
I used to provide for my children and gave them what they need
now often I have to borrow from them for a mouth to feed
I used to play golf and walk the links
now it hurts me even when my eye blinks
first I crawled, then I walked and now I have four wheels
and no one with vim and vitality knows how it feels
I know precisely where to find the past
I just cannot do ordinary things very fast
I gaze at yesterday on my mantle over a fireplace
and only my Lord knows what further infirmities I may face
© 2012....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
cohan, angst, me,
Form: Quatrain
HOW TERRIBLY STRANGE TO BE SEVENTY
Upon my mantle rests my past
as I reach for a photo my bones crack and leaves me aghast
some recent pictures and others faded
because growing older is over-rated
brown becomes gray and backs bend
and you can no longer remember your very first friend
I used to provide for my children and gave them what they need
now often I have to borrow from them for a mouth to feed
I used to play golf and walk the links
now it hurts me even when my eye blinks
first I crawled, then I walked and now I have four wheels
and no one with vim and vitality knows how it feels
I know precisely where to find the past
I just cannot do ordinary things very fast
I gaze at yesterday on my mantle over a fireplace
and only my Lord knows what further infirmities I may face
© 2012....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
cohan, angst, me,
Form: Quatrain
HOW TERRIBLY STRANGE TO BE SEVENTY
Upon my mantle rests my past
as I reach for a photo my bones crack and leaves me aghast
some recent pictures and others faded
because growing older is over-rated
brown becomes gray and backs bend
and you can no longer remember your very first friend
I used to provide for my children and gave them what they need
now often I have to borrow from them for a mouth to feed
I used to play golf and walk the links
now it hurts me even when my eye blinks
first I crawled, then I walked and now I have four wheels
and no one with vim and vitality knows how it feels
I know precisely where to find the past
I just cannot do ordinary things very fast
I gaze at yesterday on my mantle over a fireplace
and only my Lord knows what further infirmities I may face
© 2012....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
cohan, angst, me,
Form: Quatrain
To Jeffry Cohan (Free Cee), my very dear friend and crack poet.
Cry all you may as you mourn
the passing on of your mother today
and know I'm crying with you.
Warm hugs to you
Licia
Categories:
cohan, death
Form: I do not know?