Eighty four ar nai re bela
The day is done, the twilight shade is a soft caster on a world
Now, let us rush to the riverside to fill the pitcher until brimming to the fullest
the cadence and the cascade in chorus , the sky at day break ,a longing
ahoy! They call me to the mundane, a boulevard and the
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Categories:
eighty four, goodbye, perspective,
Form: Free verse
Categories:
eighty four, emotions, feelings,
Form: Free verse
Eighty Four Voices
Last Moments of the Crew
of the Ocean Ranger?
Eighty-four voices cried out in the night
In the roar of the wind driven seas.
Help us, we're drowning, this rig's going down
And we'll miss Valentine's Day.
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Damn! Why won't it work; they said that it would!
Why the hell can't we right her back
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Categories:
eighty four, sea,
Form: Free verse
At Eighty-Four Years Old
it caught me this time. my luck rode away and i am here. it possesses many mansions. fine and prepared. i cannot witness him. i perceive he is here. i breathe from my walk, rest next to a throne with the markings of all nations. past and present. evil hearts cannot pass here. they throw
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Categories:
eighty four, encouraging,
Form: Free verse
My Opinion At Eighty-Four
Does my opinion still count at eighty-four
Or am I from the old school to be ignored
Life once positive rated
Now life's been updated
Things once mattered now leave me bored
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Categories:
eighty four, age,
Form: Limerick
Eighty-Four Candles
Hell is awaiting, it's closing in on me
No more birthday cakes which set fire to trees
Eighty-four candles
Leaves forests in shambles
But in spite of it all, I still sing when I pee
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Categories:
eighty four, fun,
Form: Limerick
Eighty-Four Candles
Hell is awaiting, it's closing in on me
No more birthday cakes which set fire to trees
Eighty-four candles
Leave the forest in shambles
But in spite of it all, I still sing when I pee
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Categories:
eighty four, hilarious,
Form: Limerick
When I'M Eighty-Four
When I was 20, I met men a plenty
And I made a match with as many
As I could
And all the while my face split
With snotty trails of my travails
When I was 30, I quite dirty
Ran down the aisle in pure white
Trying to fight
Off the smile that threatened
To overtake my rationality
With love leaking down
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Categories:
eighty four, remember, wisdom,
Form: Free verse