Long Old fogey Poems

Damn anticipatory anxiety affliction...
trumps volition (mine) to don employee hat!

Until the grim reaper
whisks yours truly away
common joe just biden his time
chronologically old fogey
(albeit boyish looking goodfella)
at moon shadows he doth bay

meanwhile stricken with
dripping wet sweaty...

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let me take thee dear reader rabbit alas and alack 
on an imaginary carpet ride whisk king ye dis family back 
rheumy eyes started to water from nostalgic clack
until reverse time warp registered 

 ...

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I am awake
                                ...

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Me... creature of comfort? Bah

Once again mine lock, stock
and barrel trade in balderdash
finds yours truly (i.e. me)
to type poem frisson a$$ off
as dentures chatter and gnash,
while still inside me gobstopper,
(the sole way to generate
plea for...

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Attributed To Concerned parents
of Traumatized Refugee
Dear Fred and Mary Anne MacLeod Trump...

Posthumous belated tattered letter fragment
recently discovered (liberally sprinkled with
hyperbole (presumed for greater audacious
zealousness), sans accidentally acquired
by yours truly.

Miscellaneous personal item highly valued
when thwarted from...

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Attributed To Concerned parents
of Traumatized Refugee
Dear Fred and Mary Anne MacLeod Trump...

Posthumous belated tattered letter fragment
recently discovered (liberally sprinkled with
hyperbole (presumed for greater audacious
zealousness), sans accidentally acquired
by yours truly.

Miscellaneous personal item highly valued
when thwarted from...

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Is it fair that youth is beauty
That the best we can ever be
Is before we are twenty three
Why can't a wrinkle be sexy
Who says grey hairs are icky
Contact lenses are too tricky
Comfort and ease of...

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this old car gets me from point A to B
it may not be new with modern luxuries
but it is still good enough for me
so please just let it be

my old lazy boy chair may look...

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They are off in their CRV, for fun, swimming and sand!

Grandma, the old fogey , however, must stay on land.

Writing poetry to unknown people.

Some who’d love to toss her from a steeple?

She has a few...

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