Fifty Poems

Fifty ways to leave your lover

She was definitely dumping him
All she needed was the right opportunity
It was like that song
Fifty ways to leave your lover
Now just to get it through to him
You’re crap in the sack Jack
If only you were more like Stan
What a man
Or even Gus
Though, you do have a lot in common with Gus
You always go by bus
God,

Fifty Shades of Death

When nights are dark you’ll never see
the depths of our humanity,
but in the light of desert days
the shades of death will quite amaze.

So if you’ve time to take the trouble
sift just once through wreck and rubble -
ashen bones of tots will rile,
though eyes of rampant killers smile.

While starving at their mama’s breast,
one wonders whom those

Jaws Just Turned Fifty

The salty wind tans my face, smile
for miles of shoreline. My feet ecstatic
to dip and go into the ebb and flow.
I didn’t know it then, how time flies;
so glad, so free, so liberating. Just
a child running into Melbourne arms.

She’s nine, this person I remember.
I only remember pure happiness.
It is addressed  E V E R

TWO TIMES FIFTY DAYS

Wow! 100 days!
Thunderstorms of injustice;
Human rights are drowned:-
 

The Fifty-Seven Firestorm

They met back in school when perms were in style..
Now they’re fifty-seven and wickedly wild.  
A sisterhood forged in detention and pranks..
Now fueled by cocktails and cackles and tanks.

Derani and Adrianne? Soulmates for sure..
Joined at the hip and bonded by lore.  
They gossip, they giggle, they drink in sync..
And dare you to challenge

A note on the 'fifty thousand'

In Iran..I hear it told beleif in islam is going cold.?
Fifty thousand mosqes, shut down.?
Seems the ayatolla's voices are being drowned.?
What true power in Christ.? We might never know.?
Yet therein lies true freedom.' Even old Rome gave Him
  'A go .)

Trump's First Fifty Daze

     Trump is maintaining a frenetic pace
       leaving the world in a daze   
    
     I don’t agree with everything he’s done
       but I fully support the need to do

A letter to that girl fifty years ago

You probably feel like the world is against you. 
This letter is for that young woman from fifty years ago. 
She was eighteen years old; that was me. I experienced those feelings back then, and as I look back through a reverse mirror of time, I realize that while the societal context may have changed,

I was buff at fifty five

When I was fifty-five I lost weight and got into shape
Exercised to the point of near ridiculous, and looked great
My daughter said “Mom! You are buff!”
I had never been buff before
It felt terrific.

Some days I wish I was fifty-five again
I was never sick, I was super healthy
I felt great, and I was eating right
No cookies,

Fifty Years Ago

Fifty years ago we met
And haven’t killed each other yet.
The only thing that I regret
Is that our time is waning.

We’ve raised our kids and had careers
And sat with friends for meals and beers
And traveled far and wide for years,
With minimal complaining.

He has his hobbies; I have mine
And sometimes they may intertwine
And grandkids add a special

Fifty-Two Pickup

under
control 
all's well
in whole

never
better
to the
letter

what's this
mary ann
open up
worm can

I see
blonde curls
flying
squirrels

am I
insane?
or, just
a bird brain

wait, but
it's open/shut
one minute
wingnut

I'm in the
trenches
taking leave
of my senses

open eyes
light a candle
she flies
off the handle

feelings
linger
she gave me
the middle finger

a big
talker
off her
rocker

in trouble deep
losing sleep
counting
hallucinations
and sheep

twiddle
digits
fuss and
fidget

keep a
tight lip
take
another sip

or a
gulp
beat yourself
to a pulp

living
hell
I hope
it ends well

or maybe just
a hiccup
fifty-two
pickup

Wherever We Go, Whatever We Do

Carry me over the threshold of home
 into the future of life together.
 Oh, Let me no more in loneliness roam
 through wearisome roads and stormy weather.


 For the road remains weary, rain still falls. 
 These burdens we've carried did not lighten;
 but side by side we can handle it all,
 and the thunderous

10 LIFE AFTER FIFTY

that year when I turned fifty, we had a cause for celebration
our new house was almost finished, it's had a brand new renovation
when the work was finally over, and the last few touches done
It's going to be our forever home, this really is the one

just twelve months after moving in, our dreams went up in

Eleven fifty-nine

Like your favorite ambrosian juice and long caramel series, there's always an end. Everything has an end. The arcane rainbow, the beating rain, your aching pain. Hunger is a feeling, and to conquer it, you must feed it. 
The strongest things are buried 
beneath the ground, in the dark, in the unknown and to know

One Fifty Two Shades of White

Choosing which shade of white,
drives most people up the wall.
There's at least 
152 shades of white 
to choose from.
Despite being well: "Just White" 
It's the subtle hue, blah blah, 
hubris and hoo-ha,
that comes to the fore.
White can be darker, lighter, 
cooler or warmer, 
extra bright or dim,
so so cool, boring or subdued.
"Wind's Breath", "Extra White"
"Moonlight

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