Long Ageing Poems
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Memory slips away
In that strange forgetfulness
Only faint pictures float
In my distant horizon
And when I try to find
Only tinctures blindly tell
Odd that I should know this
Sad glimpses of old times gone
Each stray thought brings odd hints
Only fragments that taunt me
Mind in a myriad fling
Heart roped to broken fragments
Knowing in my old heart
Romance of times lost in mists
Yet still clutching old times
To old memories once wild
Can it be just because
Life in oak casts mellow fine
Just like that old China
Porcelain where cracked ripples show
Vintage of an odd time
Where sunlit seaside trysts meet
Yes the perfumed garden
Where delight lodged mystery
And there for the first time
Fate decreed our love affair
Now age and ageing grips
On the verge of a new trip
Come my darling dearest
Here we can go home with glee
Leon Enriquez
08 February 2019
Singapore
Ageing has its cons that l know
Yet it also comes with many pros
Its a time of great joy and appreciation
Life’s beauty and gifts hold boundless admiration
Simple pleasures once just accepted
Hold value and gratitude, not merely expected
No longer do l care what is thought of me
I know who l am and that makes me happy
I don’t worry about the small stuff any more
I know the importance in life that is for sure
I know my flaws as l know my qualities
For being me l make no apologies
For me its simplicity now all the way
Be kind, laugh lots, be myself…..because It’s all ok!
So when the cons of ageing get you down
Try your best to look around
And see the pros there to be found!
Mend thyself
When skin creases and silver colours the plait,
Nest empties, then starts that endless wait;
Better be your own best friend,
Part with that dull trend;
Stay happy,
Mend;
Dress snappy,
Defy ageing, blend;
Youthful times don't ever end,
Let sweet melodies reverberate;
When skin creases and silver colours the plait.
Written Nov 1, 2018
For "Andaree" contest
Sponsor- Emile Pinet
The gods who kills men live in men,
If it was then, it is not new again.
Bad roads are the best route
Tears are good meat, eat enough.
Your wisdom was knowledge from another’s folly
It is sweeter when it is old,
The taste of gall is meant for kings
Poison is the meat of men of faith.
There is joy in earth’s Hell,
There are pains in earth’s Heaven
The fruit of the Garden,
The size of God
The wave of the sea
Are the mysteries of eternity.
"I am wise" is a fool.
"I am a fool" is on the path of wisdom
The poor man was once the friend of the rich,
when a young man keeps his gaze on ageing women,
He will not marry.
would you see madness?
Go to the market.
would you learn wisdom?
Go to the grave.
sin makes men older than their age,
Righteousness makes a man like babies
The first movie they watched with each other was Across The Universe
Ten finger tips reaching out sweaty palms and pounding heartbeats
Synchronous
Wholesome
Tangential
Parallel
Concentric circles
Overlapping passion
Evolving ellipse
Sizzling harmony
They don’t take a back row now but dance on an interwoven screen
Colour outside the boxes from a packet of life’s crayon and memories
Tentative Ying and Yang carry the lightness of an orange harvest moon
Heat of moments melt their curves together into virtuous embrace
While the sun slowly retreats from an ageing palette on circles of life
Coalescence
Reflections
Compassion
Shooting stars
The Universe knows no limits whereas joined at hips body mind they move
On a canvass of shadow play within the pigments of dreams aspiration desire
Charon’s ultimate voyage may it be far in the distance oozes impermanence
Wouldn't hurt a tree but the two lovers engrave a heart on the bark of their skin
Infinite endearment and sensual play brings kindness and furthers the cause
Breathing in
Breathing out still
Holding hands as
The Universe cheers
02nd July 2019
My comfort zone is getting smaller
As the years pass by
I am definitely getting stranger
Ditzier also applies!
Distraction happens so easily now
My mind is neither here nor there
Thoughts regularly float out of my mind
Vanishing into thin air
I do not mind ageing
It comes with many benefits
However, forgetting and loss of memory
Now, that really does give me the s**ts!!
Forgetting the reason I walked in a room
Not remembering to complete a chore
Words, names all slip my mind
Misplaced, lost items galore
Another negative with ageing
Is the body breaking down
Aches, paints and ailments
More as each new year comes around
Yet, I am happy, as I am alive and grateful
Able to appreciate and enjoy each new day
As I am loved , and I love
What more do I need, what more can I say!
For men I have heard it said
now let's get real
You are only as young
as the woman you feel
Chronologically I am almost seventy eight
biologically I am only thirty four
Am aiming to live way past
this so called "old' age of four score
Pretend I am Methuselah who reputedly reached
the age of nine hundred and sixty nine
Disputation, were they solar years or lunar months
a pristine environment no doubt reduced the ageing rate of decline
No matter how long I'm here
it's quality of life I'll always seek
Live in the moment there is no future or no past
quantity we have some choice I'll always strive to reach my peak
Half a Century
Fifty is not old if you are a tree and the oak tree holds acorns
already planted in waiting for the wheel of life to continue in
sentient beings on time weathered paths one step at a time
I used to be the little child with budding flowers spreading
branches wings for leaves and restless roots pruned with giant
secateurs of what the tempest’s norms held in store for growth
Youth no opprobrium no graceless ignominy’s dishonour but a
rebellious tentative and necessary premise for fulfilment and still
today mere age is no achievement and tree rings not a triumph
At times the reaper has ignored the oak tree fruit and had a go
with ropes and chainsaw poisoned water nails in bark and acid
rain and yet this seasoned sapling stands its tiny ground in time
It is a tree because of branches and without them it is just a stake
some of them withered some are supple like the child I used to be
and somewhere in boughs and twiglets lies the youth of ageing life
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!
Darkness is he, soulless totally
It's abyss he commands, desiring what he sees
In front of him stands a virgin, pure as the driven snow
For white he knows it is, upon she his darkness will show
Long haired and silken clad, his lusting eyes allure his own
Is it fear that makes her pert, or the fear of being alone
*~*
Upon his lap she stands, so minute to his ogre mass
Her silken attire now torn, talon fingers on she he grasps
Innocent flesh he craves, to satisfy his empty soul
In his lusting abyss, his darkness will soon unfold
*~*
Petite, pert so perfect, ageing hands of his darkened past
Cup her porcelain charms, so grotesque is his grasp
Leering eyes of void, now alive to this virgins flesh
Excitement fills his wants, this maiden near total undress
A strangeness falls amidst this darkened scene
Has she succumbed, is she in the middle or has she seen
*~*
To his torso of centuries old, attention is drawn to he
Reciprocating she kisses in touch, with drooling eyes he sees
This virgin standing in front of him, allured now is she
So minute to his ogre mass, content she appears to be
*~*
Lips touching taste, eyes closed, are they in wonderment
Has she entered his darkened abyss, or is he now heaven sent
Lashing tongues, like a fencing épée now drawn
When his dark met her light, I struggle for the forlorn
Breaths are seldom apart, it's as if magnetic, they are
This join of abyss fuelled white, seems so bizarre
*~*
Lecherousness in his tasting rush, her scent he delves in deep
This virgin, this maiden so taken, to him now she seeps
Like diamonds, her pertness rises, en-capturing her charms
So different when she stood before him, all in alarm
*~*
Tailored they are not, such a difference in size
This virgin maiden so white, soon to be in firm cries
Thralled he now becomes, induced in his darkened dark
He now revels in his taken, amidst thighs of perfection arch
Forlorn has now become, a joining of lustful desires
Black locks now sway with delight, the dark now afire
*~*
Positioning, seasoned they are, in joyful joining crave
Now the darkness has seen the light, in typical deprave
Sighs now resonate, amidst his darkened dingy hell
The allure of purring white, increase his darkening swell
*~*