Long Old person Poems
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Every time I sneeze or cough
Either my radiator leaks or my exhaust backfires!
Shouldn't be a big surprise
It's a definite sign we ain't no young chicken no more
When you grunt just putting on your socks
It's the ninth inning with two men out
If you have to turn up the volume on TV
Till it shatters the wine glasses in your dining room credenza
You are not far from the end
Another sign that you ain't no spring chicken
Is when you repeat the same sentence twice in a row
Is when you repeat the same sentence twice in a row
Also when you forget to zip up after you pee
What's worse though is when you forget to zip down
When everything hurts and what doesn't hurt doesn't work
It feels like the morning after and you haven't been anywhere
Your knees buckle but your belt won't
You sink your teeth into a steak and they stay there
You sing along with elevator music
You have a dream about prunes
Your nose and ears are hairier than your head
In dog years you're dead
Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional
And finally... inside every old person is a young person
Wondering what the hell happened!
© Jack Ellison 2014
On Faith
Faith to follow as a blind human instinct,
not to be analysed, not to be judged yet distinct.
Life - plant stands erect with Faith as its firm root
to yield ‘Inspiration’ and ‘Expectation’ as flower and fruit.
Doctor holds Faith on life to start from first breath
to continue and last till last breath ending in death.
About life children believe to feel free and tell
‘All day long to play, dance, sing or to listen to tale.’
Young guys have faith on life to observe
as ‘ Love is Life’ and ‘Life is Love.’
In query of life to guy below poverty line :
His Faith rolls in struggle to arrange lunch and to dine.
Political leader believes life dependent on public mass.
Drunkard believes life to cycle around wine glass.
‘ Idea about life ?’ When questioned to an Architect
Answer came as ‘ From master plan not to deviate.’
Intense difficult question as asked to a Scientist
Reply from Faith comes ‘ Search and research to clear mist.’
Intrinsic query on Life to a Mathematician
deals with Faith on analytic approach and calculation.
Experiences about Life as asked to an old person
Answer from his belief ‘ Meaningless ! All achievements are gone !’
‘ How to illuminate life ? ‘ asked to a saint praying to Lord
His Faith declares‘ Humble life comes from Divinity ending in God.’
Faith running, rushing, rolling, rippling , propagating
Absolute no need of explaining or investigating.
Eternal Faith pulsating in every human breath.
Amazing maze of life, amusing musing on Faith.
Scorching sun reflect my face on thy water
Show what's in my lonely soul
Let the chapter of my sad moments unfold
Show the people that I am not bold
I was once green as grass but the poison has made me brown
Just like how ever old person was once young
My demon has age with me in this rundown town
Leaving nothing for me to claim but these memories that's fun
Not everyone wishes for you to stay around
Their are waiting for this curse to be undone
Thinking you are the problem when in yourselves it can be found
All these years of pain I could say had made me numb
Emotions aren't meant to be worn on your sleeve
Always let them believe what they want to believe
Strive for result not what are televised
Believe in yourself and you'll see changes
I left the pub one night in a bit of a tizzy
and saw some kind of being like a tin lizzie.
This turned out to be a polite alligator
now on probation for having eaten a waiter.
The police left it tied to a street lamp, it seemed.
It looked so kind. how its joyful face beamed.
It spoke perfect English, quoted Terence and Horace.
I was surprised to learn that its first name was Boris.
"In life,' it confided. 'whatever you do,
apologize profusely and past failures rue.
Then proclaim calmly the past to be past.
Now is the time to move on at last.'
Its sudden jerk made me lose grip of its leash ,
before attacking an old person whom it ate like a quiche.
"I just couldn't resist, so please don't tell the cops,'
it said, tears in eyes. while licking its chops.
The loss of that gentleman causes me pain.
I promise sincerely not to do that again.'
Then two irate policemen appeared on the scene.
One was fat and the other was lean.
Boris polished them off at remarkable speed.
To discourage this act no plea could succeed.
I wagged a finger to show disapproval
at such a violent and hasty removal.
'I am so sorry,' said Boris 'That's the last time
I shall ever commit such a base crime.
As I said before, it's time to move on.
The past is past. what's gone has gone.'
Who then should appear but Lord James Murray,
whom Boris devoured in rather a hurry.
'Boris,' I cried. 'That's enough. I'm perplexed.'
'In that case,' said Boris, you are the next.'
I ran like a hare for all I was worth
as never I ran from the day of my birth.
I got to my home, rushed in, locked the door.
I hid under the bedclothes, struck to the core.
What a hangover I had on the following day.
I saw no sign of Boris, I'm so glad to say.
HAZARD ON THE STREET
She really shouldn’t drive
That old person hair so white
She doesn’t know what to do
Such a sad pathetic sight!
Car horns blow behind her
She hears a man rant and rave,
“You shouldn’t be out driving,
You’ve got one foot in the grave”
I see why she’s annoying
She seemed so dangerous too.
Wonder does she live alone,
Does she have a me or you?
Perhaps doesn’t have a choice
When to Doctor she must go.
Before you condemn old soul
Think of elderly you know.
Glance her way once again
Put yourself in her sad seat.
One day we too may become
An old Hazard on the Street!
Barbara Barry-Nishanian
March 2003. copyright
We stopped to let them walk by us…an old woman leading and old man
She was apologetic. She said, “Forgive us…we’re moving as fast as we can.”
She said, “you wouldn’t know to see him now”
her face grew sad and long
“but in his day he was big and tall…intelligent and strong.”
She said he was a lawyer…here a smile crossed her face…
and I don’t think in all his life…he ever lost a case.”
She said, “I was a full-time wife and mother.
I was once young and lean and fit.
Together we raised four children…
and I loved every minute of it.
“I also loved to sing and dance and, if the truth be known,
I didn’t always dance with him…sometimes I’d dance alone.”
She smiled at the two of us…a smile both friendly and kind
and I noticed as they passed us
how their shadows walked obediently behind.
And I observed as they walked away…
and to each other’s arms they clung
how their shadows didn’t show the ravages of age…
how their shadows seemed so young…
And I thought wouldn’t it be great if as we all grow older
and begin to walk a little more erratically
if our shadows kept showing silhouettes
of all people we used to be.
How wonderful to be followed by a movie of our life
played out in shadows for all to see…
So people would know not just the old person walking in front of them…
but to all the persons we used to be.
“Earth's Care
Though the arrogance of humanity
Insists some part of it we own,
Fragile Earth on which we stand
Is given to us as a loan.
As we impose our footprints here,
May lovely blossoms show our path.
No poisons or impurities,
Just sweet rainwater for her bath.
In robust numbers we shall march
Against pollution of our land,
Treading lightly as we advance,
Trustees of globe on which we stand.”
On which we stand, and pen while in Earth’s care,
For’er indebted for such lavish loan.
May sweet rainwater trace a joyous tear
On lovely blossom path now You, Joyce, own.
“I Am
I am: A lady-My mama saw to that.
I am: An American- So proud of my nation.
I am: A widow- I buried two husbands.
I am: A mother. I bore three beautiful children.
I am: A grandma- I have six grand children.
I am: A great-grandma- I have 12 great-grandchildren.
I am: A great-great grandma.. I have seven great greats.
I am: A Christian.. My folks were believers.
I am: A Lutheran. Same church for fifty years..
I am: A church goer. I never miss a Sunday except now in pandemic.
I am: A gardener. Formerly vegetable. Now flowers.
I am: A garden club member from local to National level.
I am: A certified flower judge. For forty years.
I am A Washingtonian. I've lived here since 1943.
I am: A North Dakotan. Born and raised there.
I am: A rural resident. I live alone on my farm.
I am: An author. I have published a book of poems.
I am: A reader. I love books.
I am: A retired person after 30 years same job.
I am: An old person. I will be 102 on 7/7/20.”
A lady by birth, her own mama vowed
That this girl will make America proud.
A devout believer, no Sunday missed -
Christian and Lutheran, you get the gist.
Washington resident, farm girl, no pun,
And a flower judge, a certified one.
Left great legacy starting with “I am”
Of many a child, a flower, a poem.
Your footprint on Earth lingers on with us -
R.I.P. Joyce, dear fellow poetess.
Lord, hear my plea and my prayer,
I surrender my life to you;
wipe away my fears and tears, as I am broken.
I cannot face today without you at my side,
lost and hurt, confused and betrayed;
by life's challenges and my own attempts to save myself,.
On my darkness days you lifted me;
and held me high.
Twice now, I have knocked on your door- close to death,
and you sent me back for another tomorrow.
You restored my life and gave me hope and dreams,
without you, my heart would be dead.
Oh, but Lord there are days still,
when I am tired of the struggle, drained and worn out;
and that is when I need you the most.
Then, I look about me and see your beauty,
in all that I view, a flower, a baby, an old person, the sky.
I see you in every single thing.
I need you with me every second and moment,
every hour that I exist- to calm my heart and soul;
when I am out of control and struggling,
it is my faith in you the soothes and calms.
When, I have thought that all was lost,
oh, how many times in my short life so far.
When I have stood at a tomb weeping
you lit a fire within me to go on and to fight,
Lord, you gave me the gift of writing,
the gift of compassion,
and I promise Lord, I will use my gifts to honor you.
___________________
August 30, 2017
Free Verse/Hear My Plea and Prayer Lord
Copyright Protected, ID 934770
Written for the contest, Why Do I Need You Lord
sponsor, James Edward Lee Sr.
Seventh Place
Don't "dis" an old person for complaining of what ails them, for taking too much time or when toilet paper trails them. Don't "dis" an old person when their fingers are sticky from eating too much chocolate or when their breath is icky. Don't "dis" an old person for the way they dress, it may not be in season but their doing their best.Don't "dis" an old person for finishing your sentences, or always cutting corners to curb their expenses. Don't "dis" an old person. Please try not to offend, for they'll wallow in that memory and not accept amends. Don't "dis" an old person when their stuck in the past. They have a limited future and they know their days won't last. Don't "dis" an old person when their memories incorrect. They've weathered many of life's storms, so show them your respect. Don't "dis" an old person for perhaps some day soon, you will be that old person and will sing a different tune.
HAZARD ON THE STREET
Lady really shouldn’t drive,
that old person, hair so white.
She doesn’t know what to do,
such a sad … pathetic sight!
Car horns blowing behind her,
she hears a man rant and rave.
“You shouldn’t be out driving,
you’ve got one foot … in the grave!”
I see why she’s annoying,
she seemed dangerous, too.
Wonder, does she live alone?
Does she have a me … or you?
Perhaps doesn’t have a choice,
when to doctor she must go.
Before you condemn this old soul,
think of elderly … you know.
Glance her way just once again,
put yourself in her sad seat.
One day we too may become
an old Hazard … on the Street!
March 2003