Life Old Poems

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...

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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...

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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,...

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   When you can no longer bend down to pick something up
       or take your best gal...

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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...

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A child as grows enjoys rainbow of joys, 
Many a marvel in a wondrous world, 
Joys mingling with toys getting bouncy buoys,
A world of birds...

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The old young man has had a dream 
Of how he had traveled far.
I wouldn't say he was in the past 
When he found himself...

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What is this ridiculous obsession ~
perhaps a case of simple vanity?

There's so much more to life
than warped arrogant narcicism.

I'm obviously more than
these pesky extra pounds
around...

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You’re only as old as you feel some say.
How will it feel on your eightieth birthday?

Everything’s quieter and harder to see.
Not everyone, just seems like...

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THE BEAUTY OF BEING 
A POET ANY DISABLED 
SEVEN CAN REACH MANY 
READERS BEING A POET 
ISN'T TAUGHT IN A UNIVERSITY 
IT COMES FROM THE...

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Seize the day!?Seize the day,!!?Seize the day!!!
Once I cried “carpe diem”—pluck each moment bright—
But now I know: no soul can truly seize the day;
We can...

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MY OLD NEIGHBORHOOD
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
crackerbox houses
     a house a plumber 
          could afford, 
...

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It Never Gets Old
We do; 
It doesn't.

The caring that fills the deep dark
The warmth that flows
From self to self
The deep, dear chains of love
Forged from...

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Isn’t it odd?
All of the little things
that remain in our
little brains?

One day, you’ll
be walking down the
street, just minding your
own business, when suddenly
you’ll stop.

A sight,
A sound,
A...

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In an old book, with torn pages, my soul navigates through labyrinths of dreams,
seeking the hidden story in the silence between the lines, where words...

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