Long We have seen better days Poems

He always brought the subject up at the most inappropriate time, usually when someone was trying to kill us.

Are you a believer now?

If I get out of this, I’ll think about it. We got out...

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He always brought the subject up at the most inappropriate of times, usually when some c**t was trying to kill us.
Are you a believer now?
If I get out of this, I’ll think about it. We...

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 POTD 25 Nov 2020

Manage your Stress … a peeling faded poster boldly declares 
I do get it about advertising campaigns. 
Enough to know that,
‘strategically placed ads’ catching the eye, is huge. 
But this poster...

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The bombing of Pearl Harbour was the turning point for me
That day I enlisted in the army, despite protests from my family
I tried to reassure them by saying that everything would be fine
And after six...

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Cold misty clouds rise above the grates
The streets only illumination, tossing shadows like pennies
Faded street lamps at each end
The cold is biting, as I roll the collar over my neck

I received a call earlier that...

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Edith had been suffering from shoulder pain
She'd developed a stoop and only her left shoulder would sag
When she went to see her doctor
He put all the blame on her weighty handbag

One afternoon she had time...

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It's not hard to see or tell this world of ours 
Isn't the same as it used to be. Granted, it has 
Never been perfect, but I've seen better days
I've become numb to a cavalcade...

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'Everything Aches' 
 
Oh my arms do ache as I write down this prose  
Most days it feels like the pain goes all the way to my toes 
Bring me back lazy days lying...

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I am writing this poem to my husband ...

I met you at the art gallery
and will never forget that day
my eyes grazed over you
and I was left breathless
so handsome, though
I thought you needed a...

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I learned on a relic...quite bent out of shape, 
          rusty and dented..... and not even quaint!..,
An rattle-trap, hand-me-down, that had seen better days
A ten year...

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There she stands, an old violin
She has no string and no bow
Who would want such an old violin
Is what everyone wants to know.
She is scratched up and battered,
Broken, used up and torn
She has seen better...

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There are times in our lives
We see something others don't see
Or don't want to see.

Many years ago 
I was sat in a park enjoying the warm weather. The birds were chirping
The trees and grass were...

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Weeds and grass grow in the cracks
of sun-faded, crumbling pavement,
a parking lot that once was full
of stressed parents and cowboys nascent.
A grand sign over the entry
now is rotted two-thirds away,
this old piece of my childhood
truly...

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Note: Reposted for my good friend John Hamilton who remembered I wrote this when I didn’t


I was just sitting there writing when I saw her stroll in,  
I wasn’t alone, all eyes followed those...

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smooth smoke lay down low
shine like diamonds in the snow
conflicted potions you know
are begged by many and many stole

in a trash can town in Tennessee
the pain in yous eyes is plain to see
but your young...

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Open hearts to victims of neglect
In communities immunized from kindness
Hardened by design to the core to select
The affluent whose blindness and fondness for coldness and heartlessness

Shunt aside concerns of the bottom of the pyramid
Whose human...

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I was just sitting there writing when I saw her stroll in,  
I wasn’t alone, all eyes followed those curves sashaying 
as if she owned the place and maybe she did. . . 
if...

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"Nope, nope, nope! I already know why you're here. Don't you dare fell me with that chainsaw!," exclaims the dying tree.

"Well, I need firewood. It's rather obvious you've seen better days", I said.

"Why shouldn't I...

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We've been given three months to leave
- How on earth will it be possible to pack
Sixty years of family, what we've achieved
Sentimental objects we can't claim back

Assured the kids we're more than capable 
Taking care...

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At a point where the old road meets the hill
and runs down the other side
There's an old tin shed that's standing, still
and a grave where the old dog died

He surely had seen better days
when our...

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It was amazing
When we first met
Sort of like Romeo and Juliet 
But I was quickly
Able to see
What she had in store

First the pictures in my man cave
We're taken down 
And then thrown away
But the last...

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" Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house; can you hear the whispering?" - Constance La France.

         dilapidated and weather-beaten,
     ...

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(I composed this after seeing a picture of a family of father, mother, and two small 
boys resting on the bare ground alongside a freight train.  They had their few 
possessions with them and...

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Oh my dear Leerie and Illy
My sisters you are not so silly.
Yes I have endured such pain
A lot that my tears fall like rain.

Yes this pain is way too deep.
In my soul it has surely...

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If I were to tell you
Of a Saturday in May,
Of lying in bed as the sun came up
And brightened the room;

If I were to tell you
Of the fluttering curtains,
Of the cool air flooding in
And how...

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