I'm really much too young to get old
Something's drastically out of whack
I'm still this handsome, charismatic stud
Why's my body giving me flack?
A strange bump just formed on my neck
Don't think it was there yesterday
My hair seems a bit thinner and greyer
But I'm still young in all other ways
My body is falling apart, bit by bit
Takes me an hour to put on my pants
I wheeze while watching sports on TV
My wife never asks me to dance
There must be a pill old geezers can take
To slow down this aging tommyrot
I'm not ready yet for an old folks home
I feel like I'm still pretty hot
This can't be, I'm much too young
To say 'uncle' and throw in the towel
Gonna fight like hell and never give up
If only I could control my bowels!
I'm really much too young to get old
Something's drastically out of whack
I'm still this handsome, charismatic stud
Why's my body giving me flack?
A strange bump just formed on my neck
Don't think it was there yesterday
My hair seems a bit thinner and greyer
But I'm still young in all other ways
My body is falling apart, bit by bit
Takes me an hour to put on my pants
I wheeze while watching sports on TV
My wife never asks me to dance
There must be a pill old geezers can take
To slow down this aging tommyrot
I'm not ready yet for an old folks home
I feel like I'm still pretty hot
This can't be, I'm much too young
To say 'uncle' and throw in the towel
Gonna fight like hell and never give up
If only I could control my bowels!
The dark of night when turns to day,
When slowly stars begin to blur
And birds, barely from sleep bestir,
Older by day, greyer than grey,
Dreams when spill over my pillows
And in so doing lose some flair…
In dawn’s refreshing fragrant air,
When I wallow in waking woes,
The sun when lights up at the dawn,
My body bones when not so fit
Whine having lost of youth a bit,
And must wake still— me, languid bone,
Here’s my bliss— when some bonus blinks
I steal, dawn unto day when sinks.
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Sonnet (Morning musings) | 02.01.2010|
You are a water lily in a wetland,
The scholars surround you,
They did not expect to find beauty,
In a place like this,
Where did you come from?
With your eyes greyer than glass,
And your mind like the sun,
You cast your spell,
Without even lifting one of your lovely fingers,
Nor raising your soothing voice,
A girl looks at you dreamily,
Struggling to ask you the right questions,
About the things you love,
To hold your attention,
And you are so humble in your wisdom,
Your friend embraces you,
After not seeing you for a week,
As though reuniting with a part of his own soul,
And they all pass books in ancient languages,
Into your lovely hands that seem to have been made for strumming lyres,
You dwell on words they'll never understand,
Until you emerge,
With your hunger for meaning quenched,
They watch as you glow,
And they too are satifised,
for they live to make you smile
I'm really much too young to get old
Something's drastically out of whack
I'm still this handsome charismatic dude
Why's this body giving me flack?
Strange lumps have appeared on my bod
Don't think they were there yesterday
My hair seems a bit thinner and greyer
But I'm still young in other ways
My body is falling apart bit by bit
Takes me an hour to put on my pants
I wheeze while watching sports on TV
My wife never asks me to dance
There must be a pill old geezers can take
To slow down this ageing tommyrot
I'm not ready yet for an old folks home
Yesterday I was still pretty hot
This can't be I'm much too young
To say 'uncle' and throw in the towel
Gonna fight like hell and never give up
If I could only control my bowels!
in a tunnel
underneath the world
listening to old music
thinking about another person i know that just passed
thanking God for still being here
inspired to look at myself again
no such thing as a guessing game
when they go, they go, sometimes without a hint of notice
yet and still i have the good times in the flowing waters of my memory bank
maybe each tear will help a new tree to grow
all i know is that i am now the only one left
i will pay tribute until i am yet even greyer
it will always transpire right here, in our old meeting spot
in a tunnel
underneath the world
I'm really much too young to get old
Something's drastically out of whack
I'm still this handsome, charismatic dude
Why's this body giving me flack?
Lumps have appeared all over my bod
Don't think they were there yesterday
My hair seems a bit thinner and greyer
But I'm still young in other ways
My body is falling apart bit by bit
Takes me an hour to put on my pants
I wheeze while watching sports on TV
My wife never asks me to dance
There must be a pill old geezers can take
To slow down this ageing tommyrot
I'm not ready yet for an old folks home
Yesterday, I was still pretty hot
This can't be, I'm much too young
To cry 'uncle' and throw in the towel
Gonna fight like hell and never give up
If I could only control my bowels!
Fade city fade
the surf is in from lost town.
It rolls across the sky
it roams the streets as
a blood-splashing mist,
as a whale inside a belly
it churns the fear.
Fade city fade
the gray days are greyer,
faces crowd each window,
victims await their turn
while cinder-blocks burn.
Black is the somnambulant fright.
Fade city fade,
surrender your broken heart.
Your parks are camps in the sprawl,
the tented roam unhinged.
Glock law rules the unarmed.
You are too harmed
We care, but are not there,
and nowhere near
is there hope.
Green was the theme, mainly green and blue
then came you
in your floral dance and open mouths,
red insect-eating lips. snaky tongues
big, bold, and subjectively pretty,
objectively fleshy,
lushly, lustful, lapping at life.
The sun adopted the new
grey turned greyer next to you.
Blooming bouncing behemoth begonias
yet uncultivated, all hungry to suck the soil,
burst breeding seeds, pollinate, infiltrate,
dominate, habituate, inflate.
Then when the small ape-like manikins
(proto us),
began to populate
they picked you.
He doesn’t like to socialize, nor does
he laugh at funny shows the way I do.
He suffers chronic pain and frets because
he’s worked so long and hard his whole life through.
We’ve had our ups and downs, and that’s for sure,
but I can overlook the bad. Our love
has grown through many years and will endure
because there’s one thing I am certain of.
My husband’s there for me! Though he may lack
a way with words, much tact or great finesse,
I know deep down – he’ll always have my back.
Each year as we grow greyer, he feels stress.
My birthday wish for him is that he’ll find
contentment and – at last – some peace of mind.
Sept. 5, 2021
For Funom Makama's A Poem To Your Spouse On His-Her Birthday Contest
When all
Is said
And written
For someone
So smitten
By poetry
And prose
Thus Propositioned
Now
Back to yore
Is this
The end
A surprise
On page turn
When all possible
Combinations
Of thoughts
Ideas
And words
Make the palette greyer
And the snorting bore
Sullen
Is it over, is it really now over,
Are we just dreaming or simply misled,
Can we resume the rest of our lives
Outside these four walls and the shade of our bed.
Can we now fill our lungs with fresh air
Breathing no longer through layers of cloth,
Or must we endure that little while longer
Protected indoors, cocooned like a moth.
Exhausted from watching show after show,
Tidying closets, climbing the walls,
Snacking in boredom, growing in girth,
Constantly texting, washing our smalls.
Hair growing longer, nails more like claws,
Roots ever greyer, solutions too few,
Pampered and spoiled, lost in a haze
Reliant on others, but whoever knew.
So tell us it's over, we pray and beseech,
Bring back the life we knew and adore,
Life's little pleasures all gone in a flash,
Staying cooped up is now such a chore.
The USA is not a player
Trying to save the Ozone layer
There's cash to be made
Making people afraid
And blue skies quite a bit greyer!
I'm really much too young to get old
Something's drastically out of whack
I'm still this handsome, charismatic stud
Why's my body giving me flack?
A strange bump just formed on my neck
Don't think it was there yesterday
My hair seems a bit thinner and greyer
But I'm still young in all other ways
My body is falling apart, bit by bit
Takes me an hour to put on my pants
I wheeze while watching sports on TV
My wife never asks me to dance
There must be a pill old geezers can take
To slow down this aging tommyrot
I'm not ready yet for an old folks home
I feel like I'm still pretty hot
This can't be, I'm much too young
To say 'uncle' and throw in the towel
Gonna fight like hell and never give up
If only I could control my bowels!
WANDERING IN WINTER WONDERLAND
Season’s face dons new hues at nature’s call,
spring’s verdant foliage changes color,
shimmers in last golden glow of the fall,
listens to chilling northern wind’s whisper
in rustle of leaves swan song of winter
as the blue sky turns opaque and greyer.
That’s when you returned to me from the cold
through the mist of my frozen memory.
Through the frosted door entered our times old,
the gleam of winter sun you brought to me
from the fog a new dawn rose I could see,
the freezing shiver turned to ecstasy.
As we sat by flaming hearth hand in hand
my mind wandered in winter wonderland.
Written : December 26, 2018
March 30, 2020
Contest : Strand Choice U, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
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