Long Septuagenarian Poems

Harriet Harris née Kuritsky...

Despite being a nineteen year old bride
she wed Boyce Brandon Harris
half a decade her senior,
(where I ranked less than a twinkle in their eyes)
during the month of June 1955, 
not quite half...

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I feel honored, and flattered to acquaint myself (a married youthful looking sexagenarian solitudinarian from southeastern Montgomery County, Pennsylvania), yet feel awkward at jump/kick starting a rapport.

Literate lettered latitudinarian looms larger than life

Presents the following...

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Severe surge regarding thou shalt not kill violations

Fifth commandment breached regularly
epidemic of gun violence in America
bullets fly, scream and tear into flesh
senseless rampant mass killings
rip across fabric of society
buzzfeeding, jump/kickstarting, 
paradigm of mortality.

Since January first
two...

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Literate lettered latitudinarian

Presents the following slapdash
higglety-pigglety bupkis, whereby reader
experiences being mentally hogtied
perusing pseudo poetic perambulation
devoid of sense and sensibility
welcoming character assassination
concerning pride of yours truly,
who merely strung together
words sharing "arian"

as their last five letters
for no...

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Gotcha! Once respectable haute cuisine thief Sue She...,
a septuagenarian renown for his trademark prank
to steal himself into a neighboring house,
and prepare an elaborate meal
unsuspectedly nabbed gorging
(ala man versus food
Adam Montgomery Richman fame
Brooklyn, New York boy)
at...

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I abhor the forfeiture of hard fought and won liberty

America - This nation will remain
the land of the free only so long
as it is the home of the brave.
courtesy a local Indiana man,
one named Elmer...

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A magnet for tsuris

Summation notation of achievements
wrought absolute zero
pridefulness to self -
a veritable highstrong yoyo
(lame at walking the dog)
a solitudinarian devoid of xoxo
methinks (writer of these words)
Hebrew a legacy of woe
courtesy self apathy
expanding across his...

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Convalescence of Richard McGeehan

Spouse of my eldest sister
marital bond fixed in place
strong as mortise and tenon,
he hales of hearty Irish stock
genes of said septuagenarian
analogous to pith and marrow
wrought courtesy divine providence.

At present aforementioned brother in...

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"Caves to be discovered,                               ...

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LIGHT VERSE AND NONSENSE VERSE VII

Fair Elle was an eely lover
who squiggled beneath the covers ...
She was hard to pin down!
When I did it, she’d frown,
then wouldn’t do none of my druthers!

There once was a...

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On being emotionally bankrupt

Sentient beings distraught
psyche rent asunder
courtesy false accusations
heated words exchanged like gunfire
pox upon the house of Deborah Hunter,
a vicious vindictive 
girlish looking septuagenarian woman
buzzfeeding unfounded conspiracy
that the missus steals packages
ever since we moved...

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when Democrats outliers gnashed
teeth, and nonestablishmentarian outlaws 
pistol whipped and hashed 
tagged traitors who roared America 
went bankrupt at sold at fire sale price slashed

when Donald Trump ran the country 
into the ground evidenced by...

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A face of age, a septuagenarian that magically reverts to my twenties when I turn away from the mirror. 

My hair of silver does what it pleases to cover my face. I can't move one...

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like some sorority or fraternity house 
   left the sanctified righteous West Wing 
with powder puffs sans canisters 
   of pepper spray, whereby 
   most docile, humble, and liberal...

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How I pine for those carefree days when I was seventeen!
I weighed a mere hundred twenty pounds and was rather lean!
I thought I could mount an Arab steed and conquer the world!
Before me bold adventures...

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Unable to sleep I remember-
My mind flashes back to many things;
Such wonderful gifts – our memory,
Salvation and life with all it brings

It is nighttime of long ago
Before electricity the coal oil lamp burns
Sitting up on...

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Hey man, let's stop by the drive through nursing home. 

'Okay.' 

I pulled up to the menu 

'Uh, I'll have a septuagenarian widower whose hobbies include 
pottery (specializing in lawn ornaments) and taxidermy.' 

You want...

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Septuagenarian Serenade
By Sy Roth


It wants to warble a fine tune
It wants to fill the night with a pleasing glissando
Rising and sliding into joyful jig

Instead, the brittle vocal chords are ill-defined wolves
Howling at a laughing moon,...

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I hope by the time I’m 80
I’d have written a million notes to you
Pieces I’d read to myself in secret 
And feel the passion fan my youth to flames
Septuagenarian 
I hope to your features, I’m...

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On my walk around the green meadow
in the sun splattered mesmeric mornings,
I used to see an old lady of the neighborhood,
sitting straight like a lone statue of cold stone 
on the road-side bench I always...

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Songbird singing
Morning lullaby;
Awesome mystery

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Picture portrait
Sexy scenes;
Fiery flowers

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Newsy headlines
Sensational scandal;
Hyper sales count

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Acid rain
Foggy conundrum;
Sick malaise

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Knowing heart
Grief beyond brief;
Defying commotion

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Pain malingers
Salt on wounds;
No escape plan

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Walkway movement
Busy feet dash;
Rushing prescriptions

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Septuagenarian plus
Minding your own soul;
Wonder speaks well

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Sun-drenched rain
Mad concoction;
What...

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Young generation ardor from sculpted hero borrows
Older generation, torpor to graft peaceful tomorrows

Can young eyes through steely sheath glimpse marrow
O'er from dried paint, the blood stains that do burrow
From pursed lips, do the painful strains...

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...en l'an soixante-dix de mon age...

All the familiar names from our youth
now belong to aged, unfamiliar faces.
Even my own reflection startles
as I pass the mirror
hanging in the hall.
Suddenly, we are old.
And, although taken by surprise,
we...

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I was deeply annoyed.
One by one they were falling,
walking in quagmire.

For duplicating rights ?
Dead pelicans, pouch empty.
Somebody was picking ants from the air.

Give me some cold pack,
my head is throbbing hot,
I am burning.

Nine year old...

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