Long Retire Poems
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AQUAMARINE waves kiss the shore as gulls fly overhead.
CRIMSON Geraniums hang in baskets on the porch.
We've planted LAVENDER outside the garden gate for luck,
and lined the driveway with LILAC bushes.
There is a LEMON tree and a TANGERINE tree in the back yard.
They offer shade and luscious fruit.
I don my best CHARTREUSE muumuu and a CORAL necklace and bracelet,
with a SAFFRON colored ribbon in my hair to welcome my guests.
We will sit in the garden and sip WATERMELON wine,
as we discuss my new home and what to do with it.
This will be where I will come to enjoy nature and find peace.
It will be the place where I will come to retire in this quaint little village.
It will be my sanctum sanctorum.
My little house by the sea.
April 14,2021
Words, words those mystic words,
like heaven's sweet mockingbirds.
Mocking me, for the words I see and cannot see.
The words unseen on picture screens,
empty canvases, secret words between.
Between the sheets where lovers meet,
where dreams drum songs to hearts that beat.
Lovers beating and mistreating the ones they love,
with words that fell from portals above.
in the heart God wrote words so deep,
no truer words can any man speak.
Those words kept secret between the lines
on precious stone tablets those words Devine.
In the conception of the poet's mind,
those words appear in scripted time.
Those words the sinner is forced to confess,
that doom his soul to eternal unrest.
The faithful words that trust their speakers,
to be placed in ears of restless seekers.
Where are those seekers? The child like creatures.
That frolic in the pages of ancient law keepers.
Words that help construct well inventions,
to conceal our true intentions.
Passages that lead through open door,
to unknown worlds to explore.
Finally these words I put to rest,
to retire from this grueling quest.
Birth Day Party
My Birth day dawns
So many Phone calls wishing happy Birth day.
But the desired call did not come
My family was busy in arranging Party at evening.
My ears were waiting for the special call
Morning rolled into noon.
I became almost sure you must be coming in afternoon.
Depressed afternoon turned into colorful evening.
Party was bright with guests, friends and relatives.
Posies of flower, precious gifts left no room on the table.
I greeted all well- wishers eagerly waiting for you in vain.
You did not turn up.
Party was over.
I bade bye to all invitees
I had to retire in bed.
Only hope was left, if I could capture you in my dream.
I could not
Next day dawns.
I am older, one year bade bye to me
02/11/16
Charon demands us to disrobe
Sell your layers for coins
Some with less have more to trade
Better than becoming chained ghosts
Our suits and dresses tie us down
Being nude again will be sobering
After a year of stripping down
Sobriety feels too brisk
I put on Italian wine’s garment
It tells me to pour layers on
It tells me to put on the full suit
I refuse to put on the regalia
Strut at home alone in my finery?
I never knew I was wearing wealth
I never knew my addictions were bank
Being naked is hard for addicts
The sober ones streak without a clue
No clue about pleasure and pain’s weight
My wine-soaked skin hidden is nice
Old garments repurposed again
Addiction feels like comforting cloth
For once I’m not self-conscious
I’m Adam before the Fall unashamed
He sold his snakeskin boots
Charon will strip us when it’s time
When we die, does it matter our attire?
We go with our makeup off
Better to peel off the layers now
Than gasping for one more breath
Holding onto our negligees or pj
We were born without clothes
Through the years layers are laid
We all strip off old selves
We layer on new selves
Addicts have the most coats on
The ones with the pearliest of skins
The sober ones freckled by the sun
We with crutches are most prized
When the ferryman asks for your coins
When Charon asks to lighten your load
Addicts can hock all their clothes
Strip down, turn burdens to gold
For a ticket to ride across
Finally free of attire
We can all retire
He waited
Under fluorescent lighting
The kind that highlighted
His salt and pepper hair
It was almost 5:30
Quitting time
But he didn’t have to worry about that anymore
Today was his last day
The people in the office took him out to lunch
Had a round of drinks
Opened a few cards
Hugged one of the secretaries
Felt pretty good about himself
But what next?
Adjusting his glasses he looked straight ahead
The tools on his workbench
Grimy
Cold metal
After twenty years still usable and dependable
Pliers, screwdrivers
Lined up in front just the way he organized them
Some lost
Some borrowed but eventually all returned
He wondered if he would miss holding the hefty hammer
The one with the smooth maple handle?
There was nothing more to do
Would he bring his tools home?
Or come back for them later?
Rubbing his hands
To keep his fingers moving
He lingered at his bench
Until it was time to leave
A day’s pay for a day’s work
That what his father told him
Back when.
Put off the final decision
To retire as long as he could
When he signed the papers
It felt like somebody lifted him up
And put him in another life
Careful with money
Saved all these years
With Social Security
He and his wife hoped it would be enough
To see them through.
Enough thinking
It was time to leave
Waving to a few co-workers
He walked out
The shop door closing behind him
Brick building
Casting its large shadow behind him
Outside it was the usual scene
Busy streets
Crowded coffee shop
Sounds of buses and traffic
In a hurry to get somewhere.
This time it was different
A cold chill of exhilaration
Gripped him in a vise of uncertainty
He couldn’t believe he
Was walking away
From decades of
What was once familiar
And part of him.
I stay up late and still I wait
Just hopin' you will call
don't know how long I'll be awake
but the night's still young 'an all
Oh the clock's movin' faster
my makeup's getting dry
and my tears just start rollin'
whenever I sigh
..It's a quarter to ten
Well, where are ya then?
Are you at home? I won't call to see
I figure if you have
any reason for gab
you'll pick up the phone and call ME
Well, it's eleven o'clock
don't know if you'll stop
perhaps you'll drop by for a spell
But daddy's a'comin'
so you best make it quick
oh hurry! It's goin' on twelve!
..One o'clock's here
You're still not in sight
perhaps it's just more than a sign
So I'll take off my face
retire to my place
to know I was wastin' my time.
Mosquito Beaters
2016
by Franklin Price
1/102016
We gather each year, the mosquitoes to beat
We come to this place our old friends to meet
To talk of good times, of the orange groves that grew,
Of the life we had then and the things that are new
To get sand in our feet, salt wind in our hair,
Reminisce of our youth when we hadn't a care
When we left our doors open; did not bother to lock
We did not have TV's or a digital clock
Trees lined the causeway and it was two lane
The bridges swung open, for the boats, what a pain
The cars had to wait until they passed through
We shut off our engines. What else could we do?
We had to save gas. The high cost made us weep.
Eighteen cents a gallon was not very cheap
Made a dollar an hour at the old five and dime
To the drive-ins we went to have a good time
One had good burgers with an order of fries
The other had movies to entertain eyes
Stayed in the car when to them we would go
A few still exist, but not here, that I know
The Space Center came and it was very soon
We sent rockets to space and a man to the moon
Built big tall bridges and four laned the roads
Got rid of the orange groves to make more abodes
Through these times came more people to retire or work
That this place has now changed is not really a quirk
So we meet and recall from our memory's log
When mosquito trucks sprayed and we ran through the fog
I am not shy but I choose to love you in secrecy,
where it is only I,
I know you are not single,
daily I am praying for your heartbreak,
so I can be your nurse and nurse your heartache.
My gallery is a store of your pictures,
every time you post, I update,
being a secret admirer, my fate,
I know your eyes aren't mine,
but I am willing to learn.
Before I retire, I stare into your eyes,
every time I am lost in your smiles,
I choose to love you in secrecy,
where it is only I,
I am not shy,
but the heart wants what it wants.
Like a passenger waiting to board,
I will patiently wait for my turn,
turn to make you mine,
but for now, I choose to hide you,
hide you in between my heart walls.
To my secret love, I love you,
each heart beat, echoes your name,
this feeling wild than wildfire, hard to tame,
if you look into my eyes they will say the same,
but I choose to love you in secrecy,
where my heart is safe.
John Lenda (Poetic World,2022)
After the phones retire-
The guards will begin to conspire.
Paranoia’s bliss.
Is replaced by my first night’s kiss.
And the howling that used to be kept at bay-
Circulates these evil halls as night follows day.
I am now too tired to flail.
I refuse to scream for help, for they will keep me longer in this jail.
But once I am free, this place I will grieve.
Even though they are the ones who deceive.
Take my possessions- all except hope!
The first glistening I’d felt, like water that finds soap-
Is now glaring through the fog of the past.
All those years of wishes being cast…
I shall cry to all those years of lost freedom.
I never thought that in this cage would be my least lonesome.
To everyone in here who wants to follow-
There is more in this life, than this depression that is hollow!
EDIT
Oct 4
Part 1. How to destress in modern life
https://youtu.be/dzbLuLzMWE4
A delicious languor steals over one
in the languid twilight falling over the meadow
Watching tiny animated spectrums
whirring in the after glow
Flitting among pretty petals
the gossamer-winged dragon-flies or mayflies
Fluttering among delicate filaments
the fine and flimsy butterflies.
Then also retire to admire
exquisite darting damselflies
All in all some of nature's soothing balms.
Created by God Himself, Nature calms.
Divine holistic bonuses for relaxation...
Look for getaways, away from
city/town noise pollution.
A lavender sprinkled jacuzzi,
rose petals and jasmines floating about
like do lotus and lilies on ponds
right in your bubbly scented bubble-bath
As ambient soft gleams of moon beams
seep in through translucent glass.
Luxuriate in the ephemeral,
inhale the aromatic
incenses of perfumery, oils and essential oils
Bathe in invigorating spa, joys euphoric
listening to choirs of cicada music
Relax and unwind in the famed Turkish Bath
wherein to indulge yourself
in steamy massage
Complete with the charm of the exotic
even if you don't live in Turkey or aren't Turkish.
Nature and such baths all God created or inspired,
and thus very very therapeutic...
#nature #baths #god