Gentlemen, I’m fifty-three!
“Now, can I still climb a tree?
Atop tree raise hands with glee
Repeating “Atop thee, Gee!”?
An Apt Gift for this Birthday!
Yet, for biggest cash I pray:
A bad left ear should not stay;
Heard sounds with the left just stray…
Perhaps, I’ll try dwarfish tree
For ascent with bones not free:
Taut muscles that don’t agree
About adjustable knee…
I’ve kept ageing: it’s no fun:
Popular big dream a son,
Who won’t crave a smart shot gun
Honest labor in the sun…
Fifty three is thirty-five
If turned the other way round
But thirty-five more alive:
A far cry from underground…
A celebrant’s choice is joy!
Who might be on Birthday coy?
If one should be coy, mere ploy:
Stage Acting tried to employ…
Quite long I ceased being a boy:
Like one I can’t myself buoy;
Now a fact I’m Fifty-Three
Almighty God, I thank thee…
All the drama with Evil,
Romances with the Devil:
To my critics not civil
For costlier rice, no weevil…
Farewell to Fifty Two years.
Adieu to Fifty Two’s fears!
Categories:
fifty three, age, allusion, celebration, humanity,
Form: Rhyme
The rig rolled through Laredo
On the road to San Antone,
Its eighteen wheels of commerce
Headed north from parts unknown.
The shipping costs all paid to
Their coyote chaperones.
The plan was clear in concept,
But the method imprecise.
If not the dehydration,
Suffocation would suffice;
The Black Hole of Calcutta
Brought to Texas for a price.
This third verse offers balance,
But provides no peace of mind,
To see these modern slavers
Treating people worse than swine.
And how cheaply they regard them
Once they've crossed the borderline.
Categories:
fifty three, allegory, america, anger, immigration,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Command the room with your energy
and you won’t need a loud voice .
Categories:
fifty three, angel, emotions, feelings,
Form: Free verse
fifty-three year old
pear tree....
new buds appear
Categories:
fifty three, family, nature,
Form: Haiku
You wish a friend luck
Affirming "do break a leg"
shows love not sarcasm
Categories:
fifty three, allusion, friend, friendship, inspiration,
Form: Haiku
I've got fifty-three dollars and forty-nine cents
And I'm aiming on spending it all
I drove in my car
To this dive of a bar
And I'm planning on hearing "last call"
Mr. Bartender, please
You're the one who now sees
How much I''m in need of a drink
I came here to forget
I don't want to regret
And I would like to know what you think
She has left me again
Cause that ***** of a friend
Keeps on filling her head with all lies
So I'll drown in my beer
Since I'm having to hear
Another one of her goodbyes
I'll just leave her alone
Cause I know before long
She'll come running on back home to me
And I try to convince
Myself not to wince
It is what it is, let it be
But inside of my head
I keep thinking instead
What if this time she doesn't come back
What will I ever do
If we really are through
And I'm left with nothing but jack
I had fifty-three dollars and forty-nine cents
Minus six beers and change for the phone
She is meeting me here
For one last bottle of cheer
Now I won't be leaving alone
Confessions to a Bartender
Categories:
fifty three, cowboy-western, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, me,
Form: Rhyme