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At Five,the world around seems confusing
The moves are mesmerizing, so amusing.
One knows no lies and smiles
Plays and explores,counting upto miles.
At Fifteen,one is full of energy and zest
One is impulsive,there's no desire for rest.
One dwells in dreams and fantasies
One enjoys the company of friends, like a swarm of bees.
At Thirty,one feels to have a permanent bond
With a person one wants to be and is fond...
One develops a true sense of responsibility
One strives to achieve and gain stability.
At Fifty,one loses all charm and desire
The level of spirituality, goes higher and higher.
One enjoys the company of members in family
Wants to spend the rest of his life,happily...
At Seventy,one likes the company of peers
With them,he shares the memories,smiles with eyes,full of tears...
One often feels connected with the Lord
Feels,the ultimate path,leads to the Almighty...God.
When I was thirty-eight years old, my mum told me,
"Go out and get yourself some friends before it's too late."
Once I was forty year's old,
She became my best mate.
I set my goals, that wouldn't allow myself to fail,
So I started to believe in life, and started writing stories.
Travelled around the coast,
Came back home, mum was frail.
It was a big world, trying to hold on.
People pushing each other around to their limits,
Remembering all the good things and
hoping my life becomes a better one.
Soon I'll be fifty years old. I'm still learning about my life,
I brought a woman home to meet my mum
So I can read my poetry, and share the stories.
She asked if she could be my wife
and one day I can share the tales,
Some I had to leave behind. After hurt tried to seek details.
Once I reach fifty years old.
Will I still have those stories to unfold,
it's not far away. But the pages could be roar being told.
I'm still learning about the woman.
The woman who will do anything for me,
She sings to me like a proper human.
Hoping things will turn out good over a cup of tea.
I always wanted to have that dream before dad passed,
Only wished he'd got to read my piece of verse,
Before the evening sun, when life was taken.
A sad sigh honours his hearse.
From what she was in high school
to what she is right now
Some may consider a phenomenon
while other marvel how
I remember the face of the cool cool girl
in the class before me
Vanilla chocolate was her flavor
a favorite for sure I've seen
Though thirty years has past
there was still something to see
She was the woman I always knew from a child
the woman with ageless beauty
You know the color of her lips
and the mascara around her eyes
you know the shape of her cheek bones
her boney fingers and perfect smile
There is a beauty that we call elegant
often found on wedding days
but rarely doe's this elegance
grace our wrinkles and grays
Yet I still wondered where she came from
this woman of grey delight
Always high maintainence
always someone's wife
But how shall I describe her
this woman that I know
The immortal beauty that took others places
Others that were there before she showed
Destiny is a force that cannot be stopped
The place where she is that awe and shocked
time is a blessing depending on how it's spent
But beauty is a lesson testing the bearer
and the one to whom beauty was sent
Though I speak of thousands of women
there is one that looks the best
The queen of all the goddesses
for whom there is no contest
The woman I see is timeless
she hasn't always been the rage
But now that she's past fifty
she wears the beauty of that age
But looking past the beauty
is the life you may not see
The horrors of real life
hidden by ones fantasies
When makeup is mostly for mirrors
and not the world outside
Beauty is only a mask
and compliments sooth the pride
The shell of forbidden beauty
hidden by an unattainable goal
And yet this untamed beauty
may posess a lonely soul
And life may hold larger things
than we could ever imagine
But what can be more beautiful
than this wonderful distraction.
Form:
This is no Nantucket watercolor,
Closeted, waiting for the artist’s death
To fetch a better price.
This is not some dusty postcard landscape,
Motionless, stocked in a convenience store
Beside the instant rice.
This is never taught to yawning students,
Analyzed, cautioned as a stale technique.
Dismissed as a device.
This is nothing but a sunset.
Fifty shades of mystic rose dry-brushed on the sky.
Here today and here tomorrow.
Gone before you’ve seen enough.
Burning through the ages and bordered by creation.
Now of life and now of death, beyond interpretation.
A riddle in simplicity of which one thing is certain:
The star we witness setting here
Is rising someplace else.
They probably thought the elders would go quietly.
Everyone over fifty got a pink slip on the same week.
But one was not enough. We also received two emails.
And a registered letter, letting us know we were gone.
This would be our last month. We were terminated.
I attended a union meeting.
Exchanged phone numbers with two other seasoned women.
I filed a completed form with the EOE at midnight.
My boss was visited by two suits from headquarters at nine a.m.
I was outside, and I heard her say something.
One of them turned and looked at me.
Then he said “She looks so harmless and unassuming.”
I smirked. Glad I had gotten those phone numbers from those women.
To file with the EOE you have to have proof it is age discrimination.
Give them the email and phone number of two other sufferers.
I had outfoxed them; that was twelve years ago and I still work there.
September 4th, 1957 was Ford’s “E-Day”.
Ford had hyped up propaganda for their Edsel for a year.
The consumers were in a frenzy to buy one.
Edsel was overpriced, poorly made, and it was a recession.
The car’s grille was enormous, because it was vertical.
The critics said it looked silly, and the consumers believed them.
Eighteen versions of the Ford Edsel were unheard of at that time.
This program cost Ford Company two hundred and fifty million dollars.
A 1957 Edsel in good shape today could cost around $47,000.
Back in the day the versions with all the bells and whistles were $4700.
So if you have one, you might be able to recoup your loss.
But you still might hear people make fun of the silly grill.
My hoodie is too warm but I hate bras so I keep it on
In case a neighbor or an Amazon delivery person drops by
I am laughing now
I live in the country
A place people live who do not neighbor
City-country
Much different than small-town country
Where everyone neighbors
We are pretty much unknown to each other
And I am of the age where delivery people
Do not see me at all.
An invisible person after fifty.
My nearest neighbor is eighty-two.
She has dementia.
The next neighbor down only drops by in election years
Begging us to vote her direction
Which we would never do.
I am always delighted, begging her to come in
But she won’t.
Her husband was much friendlier
But he passed of cancer a year ago.
I did not know for ten months.
That is how close we are out here
In the city-country.
Sadly enough.
Footsteps.
She sits there all alone at home and turns down her TV.
To listen to his footsteps walking through her memory.
She hears him as he climbs the steps that lead up to his room.
It's fifty some years later, still the child of her womb.
She can almost count the steps as he moves across the floor.
So real she can't imagine, that he's not there no more.
Through troubled times he wrote the rhymes he used to call his own.
Sitting in his room upstairs where he stayed all alone.
She offers up just one more prayer for peace he'll never find.
Asking God to help him through and ease his broken mind.
She watched him in his early years, she saw right from the start.
This child she once carried, born with a broken heart.
There's not a doctor anywhere, no pill that you can take.
When the heart you hide inside is made so it will break.
Stacks of poems and rhymes he wrote all clutter up the shelf.
Now he's out helping others, he can't seem to help himself.
So she sits there all alone at home and turns down her TV.
To listen to his footsteps walking through her memory.
Times she watched him struggle, he tripped and then he fell.
Times she tried to save him as his life played out in hell.
Times he felt there's no one there. That's when he turned to rhyme.
He couldn't hear or see her there. She was right there all the time.
Sitting there at home alone she turned down her TV.
Waiting for the footsteps that are now a memory.
Edwin C Hofert
Another war, another truce
Israel leaves so many ends loose, and yet
Dozens die, so Thousands may live
The horrific result full-scale war might give
The Jewish State pulled out of Gaza in 2006
As thanks, it's had aught but terror attacks since
Yet, retaking Gaza with a punishing all-out assault
Of that, Israel is not (at all) convinced ...
What's the best way to handle this stubborn impasse
Time has a way of coming to the rescue --
Look! Egyptian and Israeli soldiers ~ friends at long last*
________________________________________________
*Nearly fifty years after the deadly Yom Kippur War of 1973,
Egyptian and Israeli soldiers, once the bitterest of enemies,
embraced publicly, openly weeping in each other's arms, at
a 'joint ceremony' at Ben Gurion Airport in 2022.
To MOM; March 11,1979
This is the story of an animal trainer,
Whose mettle and courage, couldn't be plainer.
A search'd reveal if you'd care to explore,
None greater exists than El Eleanor.
She's faced the very meanest big game
And transformed them all , smiling and tame.
There's Big Daddy Harry, King of the Brood,
He fights in the jungle and brings home the food.
When the hunting is hard, his scorn can be raw.
El soothes the pain, takes a thorn from the Pa.
The next animal is Rusty the Red.
The patron saint of unmade beds.
A beast of habits, bad ones galore,
His head s in the clouds, his, clothes on the floor.
El's plans are to put an end to his bad mannered life,
By chasing him within,an inch, of. his wife.
Lindsey's the next, she's no longer wild.
El taught her well when she was. a child,
Out of the home and into the night,
She's now a trainer in her own right.,
By way of taming by putting a smile on,
She's done a dog, a .cat, and one big Italian.
The animal Robert likes his milk whole,
Drinks only unmixed, unopened and cold.
Devour, he can, a whole pound of meat,
Sharing with him sure ain't a treat.
El''s main defense against his devour'n,
Is a refrigerator as big as a cavern.
Next on the tour tour is Kristin Clothes-Horse.
Her closet is full, but never her purse.
El hopes to prevent a new"confederacy"
One which would a poor man, namely, "Poverty Lee".
Now we find Jenny the Baker.
With time, she's become quite the good pastry maker.
Jenny however''s a wrestling cook,
An odd combination that's not in the book,
She has her own reasons, for truth to tell, son,
The cooking is a wrestling move called a"full Nelson".
Hilary's a creature who likes to get around
In automobiles at the speed of sound.
She doesn't always though, 'specially not at night,
Then she likes to travel at the speed of light.
It's hard to see now but she's on the track,you see,
Of her own future business - called Hilary's Taxis.
Nori's the last, but not the least,
A full member of this zoo, and like the rest a beast.
A paradox of sorts, this Blue Prize winner,
Is proof that church schools are chock full of sinners,
Thus we are the animal house,
And though we may complain and grouse,
Everyone, no matter his status,
Thinks El Eleanor's got to be, the World's Greatest!
Happy Fifty-fifth Birthday,
From son Rusty,