Long Oldster Poems

Primose path leads to the slaughter of American
dream delete pause proficiency with internetty
webbegone after thoughts of yahoo googleyed 
interred intricacies that shed benign capsules of
 mom entary apple pie delquiences cooling 
the soul shopping for...

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She was sitting on the edge of the bar stool
Not wearing anything but her wings.
I found it curious that no one else seemed
to want a peek and I could not stop peeking.

“What will you have?”...

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Carte blanche, 
this scribe bandies, exercises, 
and indulges inexplicable gravitas 
drooling, extolling, and fielding greatness, 
frothing handily, indubitably jinxed, 
linkedin as some lingual philanderer, 
which oral intercourse, 

this sensate being suckles 
figuratively das bosom 
sans...

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HIDDEN YOUTH

Locked inside each oldster,
There's a youngster you will find,
Peering out and looking back,
At all he's left behind.

He's really not so different,
From the youngsters of today,
Though wrinkled now, his eyes are dim,
What hair he has...

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Temporary salient sunny solitary sight
does dole divine delight,
asper this dada to imbibe
delicious draught when uptight
fraught, viz sunkist radiant photons

packets of energy with
life giving hefty might
to warm formerly frost bitten cockles,
which secluded niche bracketed by slight
recess,...

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brings world word ii gunnery duty 
   as extremely frightful flashback
   which utterly displeases this elderly mortal 
   and such behavior moi aback!
 
Born in this same house 
 ...

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Far away from home, I found another home in Taiwan
Today all family members come together
Eat pomelo 
Make a pomelo hat to turn bad luck into good
The smell from the pomelo hat is very energizing
The day...

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Somewhere off by a stream, 
an old Rabbit told a tale
to his forty eight grand kids
and great grandkids,
Under the sunny sun they sat,
the oldster under the shade of a willow,
all of them had honey and...

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In southern Colorado, 
that old Rocky Mountain state, 
beneath God's azure heavens 
is a place called Turquoise Lake.

I'd been driving all around, 
it was time to take some lunch. 
The lake looked right for fishing,...

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He flew in from the east not ominous by itself, I will abide.
however, our fierce opponents in battle were terrified.
They had heard of the crow oldster, spread by my brothers.
His wing span was twenty-four feet...

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Taco chili. Pumpkin bread. Zucchini bread. Gingerbread cookies. Chicken and dumplings.
It is a potluck at school and we were supposed to bring our favorite fall desert.
The food keeps coming, and so do the teachers, following...

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Locked inside each oldster there's a youngster you will find,
Peering out and looking back at all he's left behind.
He's really not so different from the youngsters of today.
Though wrinkled now, his eyes are dim, what...

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Jelly bean warships judiciously cheering for the enemy?
The old timers do not understand this unnaturalness.
“It is an inescapable truth today,” Sgt. Mars Bar told them.
“We are all about preserving the rights of everyone else.”

Some tittering...

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I wake early- even before the birds,
my nightgown is thread-bare, all a tatter;
when I try to talk, I just lose my words,
my mirror reveals a frumpy oldster.

Oh, that is not me- I am beautiful,
just...

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February is here, it's Valentine's month

Hope everyone remembers their sweetheart

If you buy her roses or chocolates and stuff

Your guaranteed lots of love until March

But beyond March 1st it's a turkey shoot

If you want some advice...

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Trickle tender tears - those that take their time
born to bathe and baptize bereavement;
dew drops cling to fragile petals of forlorn feelings ~

aged and alone
sentiments from sorrowful soul slowly seeps
revived in rising rivers of rhythmic...

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There once was a woman named Hang.
She frankly could not have given a dang.
She fought and she bit.
She slapped, and she hit.
This angry old woman named Hang.

There once was a gentleman named Nang.
His bark was...

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I’m tempted to backhand the ones who call
		us sixty-somethings old or elderly.
		How dare they use such terms describing me?
		Infuriating! Boy, do they have gall!

		It’s fine to be solicitous and hold
		the door—to be polite, but not...

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Where’s the beef? The old woman said.
I still see her bulbous nose, parading in my head.
She opens the bun and the hamburger is dinky.
My thoughts about this oldster are incredibly kinky.

Where’s the beef? Was soon...

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Wearing headphones, every day, when I jump out of the car,
talking into my blue tooth, with one friend or another, so the
thirty-two minutes will not be a complete waste of time.

Home now, wanting to take...

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As soon as I heard I had a golden ticket
I jumped in my car and quickly seat belt clicked it
I drove to the pharmacy as fast as I could
Faster than an oldster like me ever...

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Laughter had subsided, but the stitches were coming faster and faster.
Not so large, honey, oldster said to the young one who was learning.
Quilters are particular about their stitch size, in case you did not know.
May,...

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We all have ailments.
More when we get older.
Some commonality.
Our colds.
Our flu.
Our headaches.
Our heart aches.
We share.
Readily.


It’s weird how 
Fast things creep
Up on us now.
It’s harder to
Run; maybe
Even impossible.
I have not skipped
Since my knee
Injuries.

Knee injuries
That probably 
Would...

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I don't know if I should go there,
If it's worth it to forget.
I've tried to keep all of my memories
That I haven't lost as yet.

But my ninety-year old sister says
When we talk of our childhood,
That...

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