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I cannot help but enjoy my old age,
every day I know laughter is the rage.
I laugh at myself almost all the time,
I need a penny and dig for a dime.
Open the closet and reach for the milk,
knowing I'm allergic I still buy silk.
Some say memory is on the decrease,
I don't agree and I've made my peace.
My memory is as sharp as ever,
but intent and action seem to sever.
I go to the store to buy cookie dough,
pay for toilet paper and off I go.
It all happens in the blink of an eye,
open the car door and I wonder why.
Look for books in the refrigerator,
that's when age knows no negotiator.
Old age creeps in slowly on a good day,
so I laugh myself silly while I may.
I refuse to just sit, fret and fritter,
No 'Oh poor me,' no becoming bitter.
6/10/2019
For "A Contest on Aging Poetry Contest"
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Our Kitty’s allergic to peanuts,
Most don’t eat meat anymore,
Lynn and Tim are Vegans
Alex is a staunch carnivore.
Vegan, Veggies and carnies
All coming to visit for lunch
Sue was tearing her hair out
Planning feeding such a bunch.
Our first family get together
After more than two Covid years
Set us all a panic hoping that
The day didn’t end in tears.
Thanks to modern supermarkets
And a bit of a marathon shop
All those dietary requirements
Didn’t quite catch us on the hop.
Entertaining the family these days
With those modern eating quirks,
Thank the Lord for listed ingredients
A scheme that obviously works.
The sun was bright and warm
So we could all eat alfresco
All more than complementary
When it was time for them to go.
It was a really great success
Once the planning was complete
And now we can both get back to
Buying just what we like to eat.
We’re a meat and two veg couple,
All carefully calorie counted.
It took more than little effort but
All difficulties had been surmounted.
When I think of my Mam and Dad,
They just wouldn't have believed it,
A generation from leaner times with
No option but to take it or leave it.
Memory glosses over the facts of
What were the necessary ways,
The truth of the matter being
Those weren’t quite such Good Old Days.
I think I'm a good diplomat,
I'm worth a prize or cup,
I stop all of our arguments
by simply shutting up.
I think I'm a good dresser,
I'm really quite a catch
although some socks have holes in
and that's why they do not match.
I think I'm an Adonis
God-like, striding on the sand
sucking in my stomach, and
my buttocks with both hands.
I think that I'm a master chef
my curry you can't beat it
the family say they're allergic
but at least the cat will eat it.
I think I'm a good vocalist
it's all part of my charm
though when I sing, the neighbours think
I'm testing smoke alarms.
I think that I'm a good lover when,
as my girl makes it plain,
I know she wants more as she says
'okay, is that it, then?'
I think I write good poetry,
the truth I may be fudging,
but maybe we should wait and see
if this gets through the judging.
For contest 'Who do you think you are', sponsor Caren Krutsinger
August 23rf, 2018
For the life of me I can't understand,
Why you can't fall in love.
I never bring roses on a first date,
Always opting for a live dove.
You hit the linoleum so quick,
Without even the slightest shove.
As the front door slammed,
off your feet you were knocked.
Almost fell off the chair,
As you drank whilst I talked
Tripped over my left foot,
As we danced interlocked.
Almost passed out with,
An allergic reaction to steak?
Jumped out of my car before,
I could even hit the brake.
Broke year heel running away,
Tumbling over the hidden rake.
You're lucky I caught you when,
You fell back from my first kiss.
This whole night has been,
Full of the 'falling' near miss.
Fall in love with me one more time, I know,
I will sweep you off you feet into eternal bliss.
Like little iron-particles getting fast attracted to,
Any bit magnet: rough or rude or smooth or old or new;
So too I got bewitched and swayed by any new action,
That in any way or form gave psychic satisfaction...!
That feeble news-vendor who dropped newspapers on our door,
That soothsayer on narrow by-pass wayfarer-road floor;
That hawker about the road; snake-charmer; cleaner, sweeper,
I wished to be all... wanted too, to be a door-keeper...!
Having turned a young energetic youth, blood very hot,
When for anything I thought, better, tit-for-tat gun-shot;
Need of protecting my nation from all enemies seemed,
The greatest of vocation, I found; for which, so far, dreamed...!
I could not get through the tough selection to the army,
Owing, I do not know, what folly was truly in me;
Obsessed, I traveled with my kin, who got chosen for war,
Assisted him, as though a steward, his laurels to soar more...!
In teaching, like thread-broken-kite, at last, I got landed,
Zeal and zest, by now, had got slumped; my aims had got stranded;
Professor, they called, lecturer; and ironic big names,
Restlessness of mission-tangles, like apes, in me, played games...!
I dealt with them, like a cold-allergic dealing with ice,
Or like puritans finding, everyone else, filled with vice;
It's when students of back-benches, like porcupines, pounced,
My zeal to impart them wisdom new, got in me bounced...!
I love each slowest of slow-learning disciple, today,
As a true teacher, I show them many a newer way;
I see my students, slowly, climbing ladders of success,
I stand aside; wish them good bye; pray; and heartily bless...!
18 January 2022
Who will then stand for the people?
When the ones who once did are now for sale,
their voices auctioned to the highest bidder,
their spines traded for suits and silver.
Who is not allergic to bribery?
Who has not tasted the honey of compromise?
The rulers sit on thrones and rule,
while the leaders are gagged, bought, and shelved.
Who will speak for those whose tongues are tied by hunger?
Who will fight for the hands too tired to lift a stone?
We are all inheritors of bloodline sins —
wounds we did not carve, but still bleed from.
We pray for a serving hand from Heaven,
while on earth the rich compound their riches
and the poor compound their sorrows.
The gap widens like a grave.
The world is staged.
A theater of plastic smiles and rehearsed compassion.
Heartlessness is their uniform.
Cruelty is their crest.
Wolves in sheep’s clothing,
preaching heaven with one mouth,
fastening a yoke around your neck with the other,
paving a highway to hell and calling it progress.
Empty promises fall like confetti.
“Money is the root of all evil,” they said.
I thought it was just a proverb to blame.
Now I see it walk, talk, and govern.
Does “No pain, no gain” still hold water?
Or has pain become the only currency we own?
We are mentally colonized.
Our dreams are locked behind glass we cannot break.
We are told not to dream anymore.
So we watch.
We shut our mouths.
Because to speak is to disappear.
And only God knows…
Only God knows who will then stand for the people.
So let the one with eyes, see.
Let the one with a spine, rise.
Before silence becomes our inheritance,
and the people have no one left to stand.
Something New
Have you longed for something new
like ketchup on your crackers
To hang out till the break of dawn
with multiple kick backers
A peanut for a new best friend
unless you are allergic
A submarine in your back yard
so easy to submerge it
A watermelon kitchen sink
with seeds to help the drainage
A brand new wash cloth made of fur
to softly clean the stainage
A pickup truck with tap shoe wheels
so down the road you’re clicking
A new comb for your head of hair
with grease for easy slicking
To stick your neck out really far
like you have been giraffe-ing
Have you longed for something new
like this that leaves you laughing
10/15/18
Written for: The Trying Something New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
This was a tough one and definitely something new for me. : )
" ONE MORE TIME "
Stale and innocent I close my eyes.
Unpolished bones inside.
I mock my dreams, in hope I find reality.
I swim like streamers near an undying sea.
STALE ............
INNOCENT against a stetson smell.
I CLOSE the door that circulates my emotions.
MY EYES, allergic to the the smallest particles of your lies.
UNPOLISHED beauty, that can't be seen with the naked eye.
BONES INSIDE shiver like no other.
I MOCK the same words, over and over. ((I LOVE YOU))
MY DREAMS keep me from fading.
IN HOPES I wake up to feel more alive.
I FIND REALITY when I close my eyes.
I SWIM LIKE the open sunrise.
LIKE, the moon you come and go.
STREAMERS NEAR and far, move real slow.
AN UNDYING SEA, I just want to fall and jump right back in.
BY;PD
An ostrich's eye is bigger than it's brain
Much like some people I know
Snails can sleep for 3 years without eating
I'm ravenous in an hour or so
A pregnant goldfish is known as a twit
That's a sight I've never yet seen
A giraffe can clean its ears with its tongue
Wondering what else it can clean
The youngest Pope was eleven years old
Barely toilet trained they say
Most lipstick contains stinky fish scales
From kissing I'm staying away
Originally Coca Cola was green in colour
It surely turned off a lot of folks
The dot over the letter “i” is called a tittle
I'm not kidding, it isn't a joke
Donald Duck comics were banned in Finland
Coz he didn't wear anything below
Mel Blanc who was the voice of Bugs Bunny
Was allergic to carrots I'm told
“I am” is the shortest sentence in english
“I'm not” runs a very close second
A Saudi Arabian woman can get a divorce
Without coffee in bed from her husband
A “jiffy” is just a hundredth of a second
I'll be back in a “jiffy” as they say
Sometimes it can stretch to an hour or more
So now what would you call it I pray
What's 111,111,111 times 111,111,111
Answer 12,345,678,987,654,321
Charlie recognized grandma's neighbor Teresa the instant she looked up.
He had not seen her for ten years, but he remembered her kindnesses.
When grandma passed he felt too miserable to play with her kittens.
Teresa took it upon herself to look after the tiny beasts.
She also talked her parents into letting her take them home.
Which alleviated a huge problem for his parents who were allergic to cats.
Along with her kind eyes he found a kindred spirit and a beautiful smile.
Could I take you to lunch? He asked her.
Teresa nodded without words.
She was still demure and dainty.
His heart began building dreams.