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THIS OLD HOUSE Pyramid Poetry Contest

THIS OLD HOUSE
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HOME
loving
idyllic

through open windows
time drifts by soft and slow
heartbeat of my past remains

“Lavender memories linger.”

Poem written for and submitted to “Pyramids of Clarity” Poetry Contest, Joseph May, sponsor. 

TED THE OLD POET

TED THE OLD POET*
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with ink-stained hands, Ted conjures up verses
with verses soft, tears he sheds
of dreams past and paths he tread
compassion for himself spreads

*Note:poem originally written and submitted to Poetry Soup, June 25. I later deleted it. This is my original poem.

OLD STEAMER TRUNK

We have this weathered old steamer trunk…it’s been with Deborah and me
for as long as I can remember…since we became a family.

Since that moment all those years ago…for some reason we have sunk
mementos of things we want to remember into that old steamer trunk.

From today traveling backwards to our grandchildren, our children,
to the moment we

Old Times

Old Times

Sometimes walking can be a journey into the past
Sometimes, but always, this is a lifestyle
Hmm. Take a walk in a cemetery?

Yes. Switched off the present
Old gravestones are glittering
Beautiful music is heard
Calling another life

The passed souls are
dancing from their lives
Happy people live in the past

Switched off my present
I stay with them
I live there

Stay
The past

JACK ELLISON IS NINETY YEARS OLD TODAY

August the eleventh is a very special day
Because happy Jack Ellison is ninety today
A talented musician he used to play the banjo
With the Canadiana singers, many years ago

A ladies' man with a keen eye for the fillies
Makes us all laugh with his limerick sillies
But Jack he can write serious poetry too
He's a proud Canadian through

My New Old Poster

An old-time poster caught my eye 
In an antiques shop where I like to browse.
On seeing it, you might ask why,
So I’ll tell you, long as rhyme allows.

First, the colors pop and its retro look,
With a smiling man in an old-style hat,
Made me grin and that was all it took
To think, “Gee, I’d like to

An old Scar

I forgot you.
Or, did I?!

We passed through millions of 
human sufferings and sea of love
and secret bleeding,
As if hundreds of years have passed in between
through oblivion.

In the meantime, I forgot about you, 
like an old scar, without pain,
on my hand or foot.
All day, sometimes eyes catch a glimpse of it and I remmeber,
And sometimes forget

Fewer Hugs

   When you can no longer bend down to pick something up
       or take your best gal for a stroll in the park

   And putting your socks on is a battle royale
       ruining your morning and your remaining morale

Dotage

beside dotage, corn whiskey make her writes go careen left right up down

A Narcissist Still

In my youth girls would sigh, your teeth are so bright
Now, like the stars, they come out at night
Once cavalier narcissistic
I have grown much more realistic
As a witty old genius, I'm an eternal delight

Too Old To Be A Narci!

When beauty’s gone bye bye and slack flesh becks
            Jowls, crow’s feet, graveled voice and turkey necks             
Too old to be a narcissist
what’s left is a pacifist
*Tender genteel haters do not make

When We Shed Our Old Skin and Grow More Beautiful Than Ever

It clung like ivy, patient, green with hunger —
wrapped itself around every beam,
crept beneath shingles,
rooted in the cellar’s damp breath.

I mistook it for the house itself —
fed it rain, fed it dust,
let it climb my windows
and press its leaves to the glass
until I could no longer see daylight.

But rot loosens quietly.
One morning the vines lay

Moonlit Cane Tango

Under a silver grin of moon, he shuffles past the tide, 
 His cane clicks like Morse code—C-A-N-E, not C-A-N-T—in stride. 
 Salt air tames his hair around the balding head, still stubbornly spry, 
 And in that tap-tap rhythm, a rogue star leaps in his eye. 

 
 Wave surf offers applause, gulls pretend

Pau - Old School Cool

Old School Cool (c) 2025 by the Entangled Pair

She's hot, yes, but she's also cool
she is a gem, she is a jewel
I think she's great (and I'm no fool)
she beats those drums like she's old school

she pounds those skins, sometimes it's funny
she hits them like they owe her money
and one thing more I'll tell you

The old lightning tree

I went to see the old burnt out lightning tree.
To see what wisdom and guidance it had for me.
.
I've been drawn here, since I was so young.
Mighty oak tree, on the hill, so tall, so strong.

Many times spent here in play and laughter.
Many times spent here in silence, at times of disaster. 

Struck by lightning

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