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An Opinion
Does "old age" have its own rewards?
I have reached a point in my life when
I am inclined to say: yes. Yes.
Often, old age is accompanied
by aches, in body and in mind.
Our youthful vigor is long gone.
We miss those no longer with us.
Age does not magically bestow
mythical "wisdom" as is trumpeted.
I am not very much wiser at 81
than I was at scarcely fourteen.
Somewhat slower on the uptake, I'm
no hungry sponge absorbing input
without loss of clarity or of comprehension.
Aged, I have hearing deficits, "mental fogging",
and don't control strange stray thoughts.
Even my delusions aren't as vivid.
This is due to hormonal changes as I age.
I'm greatly bothered by absence
of family, treasured friends...and lovers.
I mean all those I myself have loved,
platonically or otherwise. I do not tout
a rapid end to life. Despite discomfits,
it's much better to be alive --- save
for agonizing pain -- than to be
unrevivably dead. Living in others'
memories is poetic but isn't an
incentive for terminal departure.
I've listed my unpoetic opinion.
I encourage all: live life. Have no thought
or wish to speed its end. Nonexistence
is permanent, ever looming -- unavoidable.
Live and derive pleasure and some worth
from our unique (but very common) human
process of growth and aging. At all its stages
life's much more than paltry preparations for
an ending. We are lucky to be old, human, organically
still viable. Live with the intent to thrive!
Elongated dazzling radiance cast abeam
sensational blinding brilliance
thru eyelids cast agleam
buoyed upon soundcloud airstream
entire corporeal complex edifice
rocked upon gently
shimmering weightless as moon beam
metaphorically floats yours truly
autonomic kickstarting process
since... flagellation enabled conception
circulating, distributing, enervating...
dna chromosomal genetic
data packets craft
lifeforce fueled bloodstream
aforementioned haploid gamete
kinetic, microcosmic, and opportunistic
unbridled, likened, and fashioned bream
identity guarding, glorifying,
edifying dynamic counterstream
crème de la crème
deoxyribonucleic electric kool aid
acid time tested testicular cream
erecting scalar, singular, stellar
survival of fittest
legendary, mandatory, and noteworthy
twenty three and me crossbeam
cast adrift amidst
one after another
continuous pleasant daydream
wafting mysteriously current
squarely bobbing (think sponge)
idyllically, harmoniously, haphazardly
and gently flowing downstream
nimbly manifesting lusciously
kneading jubilantly inescapable
heavenly glorifying dream
begetting coruscating prismatic halo
quintessentially orbiting eyebeam
orchestrating laser inducted fleam
painlessly piercing poetic pulsating gleam
analogous to virtual reality occurring
currently within whirled wide
webbed dammed headstream.
Meanwhile along Battle Creek boughs
tooting, trumpeting tussling,
nonetheless resolute triumphant hornbeam
built barque remains intact amidst every inseam.
Lumbering ship of state seaworthy
in league with moost any other galleon
forging full steam ahead
lake any other mainstream
weathering riveting pond during microbeam.
Swing of rhythm from winter bleary
to appealing chords of change
in April's nibbling nudge of growth
to lance clay earth - a listless shield
Shafts of sun, filling voids, to starch
the landscape clean
April rains restore sponge dry ground
wet drops that hang on branches
like small crystal
Carpeted loops of spring bluebells below
lift whispered worries
pert cupped flowers worth praising
signs renewal
like the world that catches on to truth
Tucked in new warmth,
tree buds open
eyelids of green
an unhurried arrival
like promises
accepted
by April's idleness
sweet potion
availed
in the muddy spin
of spring
ignited
Poem composed: April 12, 2021
Revised April 6, 2023
It is rather difficult for me to drink a good amount of water during the winter season. So often I will simply drink for my health and not because I'm thirsty
or desire a drink. Please allow me to share with you a little story.
Every year we have a special guest in our home. This year(2017) is a little different because it has been a while since we had anyone like her. I have always known that she likes water, but she consumes far more water than me. In fact, she simply stands there and smiles like a queen, adorned with the finest attire. Moreover, she acts like a queen, because I do not see any work that she ever does. I am certain she feels like a queen each time she sees me bowing down and giving her lots of water.
It's now December and time seems to be rushing toward Christmas in a mad dash. One of my added chores for the next three to four weeks is to give her plenty of water. For some ten years straight, we have had nice Christmas quests that never asked for water. Not so with this special quest, because since Saturday, I have given her nearly three gallons of water. This is all because my wife decided that this year, she wants something different. So, last Saturday she acquired a beauty. Please don't think I'm complaining, because what husband doesn't just love more 'honey-dos'?
It seems that our 'special quest' is sucking up water like a sponge, creating an extra assignment for me. Just now, I am thinking of giving our Christmas quest a special name, but the one I have in mind isn't nice. That's right, even though it greatly describes her, it would not be nice to call her by that name. So, I'll just call her 'Heavy Drinker'.
As our live new Christmas tree beautifies and gives off those natural winter aromas in our home, I will call her Miss Evergreen 'The Heavy Drinker' and keep giving her all the water she desires. From my family and Miss Evergreen, Merry Christmas.
Moon shed maximum bulb shares us
her grey making floodlight flash beam
Hitting front sides bright, the rest seen
by cautious shuffle, by textured touch
Forest in scratched cotton, we wander, lost
Find ourselves intrigued by her windswept
Tree top violent fighting, underneath kept
Becalmed below canopy' s tantrum tossed
Frail lady limbs lift in praise of invisibility
Humans don't usually walk in the dark
Quiver leaf edges wave light seeking spark
Together no register of dark difficulty
Trek begun in afternoon's everlong promise
Assured us fireplace evening in holiday home
True to weekend whimsy, we went without phone
Too hazy to feel when dusk tamped upon us
Blinking regularly at beacon moon vivid
Busy branch hands reach to tangle my hair
You strip it from me, supplant yours there
Scooped, encaved by you, lips delivered
Questioned, will this ease our fear, kisses
Colourless mouths drive and receive message
Clarity in your signalling lips impressive
Way home where we are, present, viscious
Biting reminds me, intensity of life is vital
Your intent brings surety, my body flourishes
Urge to absorb your heartbeat encourages
Chest connection pulsate, music to cry to
Roar of angered branches above turn timid
Spectators to human demonstration
Star ceiling winks at our illicit illustration
Hushed forest watches as flush is kindered
Closer isn't enough, heat travels free of clothes
Bottom on moss embankment sponge flung
Entangled in forest enamour, ice fingers stung
Blood streams bravely over stoney shallows
You become the hum of frantic tree faces
Merged mammoth canopy caresses me
I chorus with owl implore carelessly
One with lost pressed urgent embraces
2nd September 2020
This poem is inspired by and
dedicated to Christine Ha,
MasterChef season three
winner.
Christine, I'd like to
Sit and dream with you for a
bit-
You, the story teller
Me, the dreamer.
I'd like to wash my heart
In your evidence that
There is colors and
Meanings in this world.
Did the sea urchin's
Spine feel like the grass
That so many wonderful
dreamers
Know all too well?
I can picture them
Purifying themselves in labor-
Some with their hands,
Others with their heart.
I imagine a sponge in your hands,
Your fingers tightly squeezing
And the splash that would reverberate
As the water hit your soul.
Then i imagine the sun reflecting off
That image.
And all I can do
Is smile.
I look at the
examination of the truth
and watch phobias swell
inside
inside clouded angst
but you see black and white
and listen to the devils tongue
as he cries out from a molten cores fire
we are
a pawn in a chess game
listen to the man who has the answers
he silently says
when I`m right I`m right
but when I`m wrong
I`m still right
do as I say and not as I do
the masses they cheer as they hear
lets teach them a lesson
arrogant ignorance
it`s an antidote to symptoms itch
these shiny jewels that hide the truth
sparkling they blind
dissect the layers
shield the reality that stands behind
the travelled road
it narrows at the end
when lavas river devours
and rapids rise quickly
from calm streams flow
the master pulls the strings of his
consummate plan
dance
puppet
dance
dance to the main plan
as the subliminal messages
soak into your sponge like mind
no wonder we are now who we are
Wipe that stupid grin off your face,
Grime soaks in your bubbly cheeks
You soak everything in like a filthy sponge –
I would divorce this feeling of guilt
It stinks like manure on the ground…
The stench is too overwhelming
Don’t let me be ensnared by guilt
Be prepare to face your fears…
We’re on this roller-coaster together
We can do this…
This will erase our past enmities in our minds
Time breaks my heart,
Once thumping with excitement
Once flourishing with love, not resentment
You take everything so serious
Like a pissed off clown…
Sc-scaring me out of my wits
Dry your tears of dread…
You’re a coward,
Hanging by a thread
And you’re awkward!
Leave me be…
Let go of your worries and don’t drift away
Let it be…
Don’t you wanna be free?
Just be patient – Tomorrow is almost here…but today,
It will get better don’t fret
I can see it in your eyes that you’re upset
Don’t ever regret
The quarrels that you and I get into
I’m not giving up on you
I’m not through with you
Yet…I feel sorry for you
We both feel like a disgrace
Embrace
Fearless Feelings
Honor, Hope, and Faith
Get rid of guilt,
For it is a foolish coward just like us in some sense
But worse than everyone put together…
Does that make sense or am I being too intense?
We will be two peas in a pod forever
It’s not a temporary relationship
That breaks apart easily…
It’s as stable as a well-built ship
Their baby girl turned out exceptional
Their baby girl is very exceptional
Her script perfect
She always had a book in her hand
Reading every spare minute
With a sponge like focus
At craft fairs, for example
She would hide under the table and read
At funeral services and church
She always brought a book
She would always read, read
For her birthday she wanted every episode
Of Criminal Minds, she never wanted toys
A book, or something stimulating her mind
To her was gold
She would also multitask her art
Oils and knitting, all self taught and really good
With her schoolwork
And sports
Swimming, karate and water polo
She was the very best at what she did
All through her schooling
Every single day
Every single day
She never received a grade less than an A
She was class valedictorian
She was phenomenal,
A swan that was always a swan
And recently she completed her first semester
At nursing school with a continued perfect record
Of all A's, all advanced courses
To me this is amazing
If I'm beaming the answer is yes
I spoke with, or should I say joked with the ex
Whose genes did she inherent? Whose?
Because It's neither of us
We laughed, one of the few times we did
I once wrote to my baby girl
Nineteen now, yet she's still my baby
I wrote to her a beautiful poem
About a blossoming rose
Growing to new heights, so elegant and beautiful
Nurtured, loved and cultivated
And she wrote back ... wherever they put me
In life, emphasizing they, I'll blossom that's my promise
I read her response over and over
In my mind, shedding tears
At her conviction, strong
I got to thinking ...
Her being uprooted earlier on in life
Watching her parents divorce, being hurt as a child
Having fears
Spurted her growth, ambition and drive
In my eyes it did
Affecting her in a way that she carried
A chip on her shoulder wanting to be the best
Proving her parents made a mistake in abandoning her
Just this past holidays, I can see a huge transformation in her
It's really noticeable, unrecognizable
She's matured faster than I wanted
Maybe she's dating, dipping her wet feet
But I see something different
I don't know what it is
She's not my baby anymore
connie pachecho
1/10/17
Damn the tears shed for hate's sake each day
For they threaten to sponge this good world away
We jump to condemn all our fellow's disdain
Yet OUR acts and words are quite often the same
Human history is rife with our pushing aside
The folks we find "different" that we should abide
The color of our flesh and the shape of our eyes
Become standards we typecast and rationalize
Without giving thought to the lies that are spun
We hurt folks in ways that then can't be undone
Instead of comparing our skin and our face
We should see everybody as ONE human race
For unless we regard ALL contempt as the same
Hatred will bloom, with our prejudice to blame
So who do we charge with abolishing hate?
That soul in the mirror who governs our fate
We can vote to change rulings, legislation and laws
To quiet those people who make bias their cause
Do our best to identify hate and its guises
Combat it with love, and make no compromises
Learn to see "difference" as something that's good
Preach kindness and tolerance, as we all should
And if we transform the contempt in our heart
At least we can say that we've made ... a good start.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "My Loudest Feelings" Poetry Contest, Caren Krutsinger, Judge & Sponsor.
* The fight against hatred of any kind is the thing I'm most passionate about, it will always be my loudest voice, and the thing I respond to the quickest. *