Long Age Poems
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We must dress
up ourselves
in patience and grace
when we look in
the rearview mirror
at our lives
how things used
to be…
We laugh with our friends
at the memories of
such and such, but
we must surrender
or fall apart to…
aging
In surrendering
we gain a true sense
of self and
an understanding as to
who we really are…
The frivolousness
of the past
lies behind us
in fond memories.
Onward march, we go
for there is much power in the
embodiment…
aging
ahead of us.
We must take our positions
as matriarchs and patriarchs
and as elders
because we have earned it
aging
Nick's descent,
his thoughts neutralized
words that spill out, hobbled
nonsensical
dementia stifles all intentions,
reason eroding
wounded bewilderment
sometimes he slips into Greek
his first language that crosses an invisible
border
self propelled
unexpected
a weightless swim through memory's deepest weeds
once was the warm smell of happiness
once he had his footing
a toughness that knew few limits
warrior worthy,
an emblem of defiance
but things creep beyond the fence of normal
he holds his proud visage still
Athenian brow, marbled composition
complex dynamics to fight submission
a gentle dignity
even as the recognizable world moves
like a mudslide
pressing in
Poem written November 21, 2021 (revised Jan. 1st/22)
Contest: This or That Volume 8
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
For what manner of beast,
sad creature,
mad monster,
deeply dark angel east,
does everyday accompaniment
seed cold contempt
instead of breeding warm sacred resonance?
Should beloveds
not expect to grow in sublime stature
not despite, but for humored respite, flirtatious flaws,
fallen fractured nature, merely human
after and before All.
Divine epiphany,
fully-flowered gods and holy-climaxed goddesses
relinquishing anti-divine powers
redundantly secularized,
now old bad not-news,
Flaws adored
because of these robust fractures
of opportunity
to remind Belovers:
Silent patience bleeds fatigued compassion
heading toward disgust,
self-shaming,
other-blaming
for missed transcendent mindful bliss
Of anima--
dark animal angel nature
Away from all this daily mundane muck,
life not as love would design us
but Earth's timeless generations
have invited each of holy us
uniquely to let go of contemptuous patience
with ourselves and other-selves,
ego-beings and eco-becomings
To grab hold of curiously courageous nature
here in this deep dark in-between place
Where human nature grows most profligate
and naked
and vulnerably courageous
To consider all missing facts
of life most fully unconsidered
and to love, regardless
as if each sacred absent moment,
each transitioning year,
were our health wealthiest last
and final 20/20 revision
Since we first sacred emerged
into social
and cultural
and eco-political light,
divine and mundane,
sublimely sacred and routinely worthy
of good-humored contempt,
And,
most cutting double-edge of all,
this courageously curious humane nature
spiritually in-between
already old
and reasonably new
Conserving empires
while masquerading liberal inspirations.
I have my pride now that I’m older
Kissing fools fast love and careless whispers
Just make me cold inside
Lord knows I hate to say goodbye
No I’d never ever dance again
What would it take to have you love me
Wake me up let’s give it one more try
Pick up the pieces of this mended heart
Let me hold you one more time
Have faith ~
Won’t you say that you love me don’t let me go
We’ll keep praying for time to heal the pain
Don’t let the sun go down on me
How can I let you die of a failing heart
No~ not here and on a Christmas morning
Wham! Should have known
Time can’t last forever
Like Jesus to a child
There it seems in reach
It’s precious something special
I’ll keep trying to find some sacred peace
I’ll keep looking out for angels
Or the father figure that will save me
Deep down I’ve always known
Time won’t last forever
Read on air by invitation ~ June 25, 2020 'POETIC SLICE OF LIFE'
AP: 1st place 2022, 2nd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2020
The Jewel…
There is a circular path which I walk there,
Every day is the same, does not matter where.
The mornings and the nights, they come and they go.
I am drowning in pain; save me if you care.
Who is at fault that I lost my precious jewel?
I’m lost in my room, wondering like a fool.
Where is it gone? Mirrors not showing his face.
Whoever took my youth was so ever cruel.
The nightingale tells me to break from my cage.
Night after night reminded me of my age;
They tell me to drink and forget there is death.
If I die, who’s the one to write my last page?
I am so so drunk I can’t drink more.
The wine is not the one I need anymore.
I need tender loving; no way I can wait.
I want it right away; I want it for sure.
Come my darling, I’m in pain, can you see?
Without you, laughter and sunshine cannot be.
You are my beloved, brighten my despair,
Come and open the cage; I want to be free.
I love you more than my love can ever say,
I want to write your name all night and all day.
I am old, but I am in love with my love,
I’m hoping that this time you will stay.
If I will live again, I’ll live like a fool.
No more pain, and no more books, and no more school.
I will laugh, and I will play, and I will dance,
I will shine as a youth like a precious jewel.
2/2/2018 Haloo
The poem is a combination of a few Rubai, called Rubaiyat. To learn more about this form check Types of Poem in Poetrysoup.
**Therapy Session**
Some people insist that a demon exists within all of us.
A rapist is nothing more than a thief,
And it's clear that some public defenders
Don’t have more intelligence than their clients.
Remember, you are not obligated to serve as a juror in every case.
With that understanding, creating a mental trend becomes straightforward.
It's astonishing to discover a hockey player who is anything but fierce
or a police officer controlled by fear and anger.
A cook without a kitchen is ridiculous
as tango without jingo—a philosophy that leaves no gaps.
The new breakfast drink is here: iced coffee
In the morning and mocha lattes all day.
Don’t interfere with the work that empowers us each day.
I am a woman who follows the warmth,
and I refuse to believe that a tree that doesn’t blossom is a worthless creation.
Yes, you can eat tree bark while the lark builds its nest on the ground.
A philosophy without any gaps stands strong.
The choices we make,
Can be the difference between finding a soul mate,
And having a cell mate.
The choices we make,
Can be the difference between mates' rates,
And paying the rates.
The choices we make,
Can be the difference between not being late,
And a broken dinner plate.
The choices we make,
Can be the difference between staying up late,
And the boss having no need to berate.
The choices we make,
Can be the difference between Marrying Kate,
And staying in a single state.
The choices we make,
Can be the difference between tempting fate,
And having something better to celebrate.
The choices we make,
Can be the difference between having time to create,
And having time to hate.
The choices we make,
Can be the difference between being in a positive state,
And worrying about your heart rate.
Started drinking fruit flavoured water now
Not the tastiest but I'll keep trying, I vow
In the winter months I always seem to gain
Inactivity is the culprit, exercising's a pain
When I walk, it's much more like a waddle
Sure don't resemble a Givenchy model
Gonna keep on trying to recapture my youth
Downed another swig of gin and vermouth
Now everything appears to be quite copacetic
Gin works wonders as an anesthetic
So getting back to the fruit flavoured water
A lot more concerned than this guy oughta
I'm almost eighty-eight so why should I care
Soon I'll be trapped in my big easy chair
Wifey will feed me some ground up mush
Dentures down the toilet gets flushed
But there's a silver lining waiting for me
If I could only get rid of my gimpy old knee
Bottom line is this, sure had a great life
Came up a big winner by a roll of the dice
They say
you have one life to live
and I believe that's true today
but in the in-between hours I give
I know, I haven't always got it right in how I live.
The challenges given me
forging this life along
often lay in regrets and mistakes in destiny
those things and happenings right and wrong
I cannot undo, I'm not that strong.
So I question what was
pondering all that could have been
afraid I haven't got it right and pause
asking God, please since every life is His to win
let this soul slide one more time in newer skin.
for Kai Michael Neumann's Soul Slipper contest
8/27/2020
Doctors stated
Death was imminent
The number 7 was going to be my finale
Family thoughts in the moments were uncertainty
Doctors suggested in advance to prepare for a Funeral, and not get attached to me
Sadness fell on the faces of my family
My Grandmother being a praying warrior, and true woman of Faith wasn’t going to listen what the Doctors Theory, but have a talk with the Holy One
My Grandmother didn’t want to lose a Grandson that she wanted to have life
She saw greatness in my soul
The Heavenly Father spoke immediately upon my Grandmother’s prayers with sincerity
The Lord stated that he is the one that giveth life, and the Doctors were mistaken with their own thinking with no understanding
The Lord also stated that through my testimony, people will begin to understand and connect to the Holy One
My foundation perfectly created and sustained with a promise and purpose
I am now a Senior Citizen, and will be 70 next year 2027, God’s willing
The light shines, and beacons for all to see
The continuation what the Lord wants it to be.