Old Hand Poems - Poems about Old Hand

...A Day at The Auction (Silly word play) Gathered a well known assortment of undesirables, Who came to View an eclectic array of collectables, Searching through others unwanted respectabl......Read the rest...

...Game day snacks were on my mind as I quickly got into the check out line. March Madness enlivened a cold, gray day and made me impatient with any delay. Still, my line was express so I had no dou......Read the rest...

...Whimsical she-devil cackling shrieks “the last word is thine’s”, thou teach Indelible imp, encourage undermining spells versed, is what thou preac......Read the rest...

...My dad took my nine-year-old hand and led me outside to look at the night sky. “I’d give you the stars,” and he meant it, but I didn’t want them, because they aren’t ours. My new telescope showed ......Read the rest...

...I view my hand. I see an ancient land. A melanomic crater, deep in the desert, speaks of greedy sun-soaked days. Wanton then. Gone now. Sparse wispy palm trees cluster, storm ravaged, angled ran......Read the rest...

...two lost forlorn basset hounds had their tempers on the ground they were wet and soggy and soppy and lonely, and it was cold. two gooders named Sammy and Petey came quickly around. Sammy the cat w......Read the rest...

...The Letter A young man strolled along the waterfront, His mind and heart at ease. Said an old man, sitting on an upturned punt, Gazing out towards the sea. “Come sit by me and lend......Read the rest...

...Powder-white sand rattles between flexing toes like tiny, bleached avalanches. The Australian sky, wide, taut, and impossibly blue screens my field of vision in a blinding smear as sea droplets......Read the rest...

...Every other Friday afternoon before Bumblebee would leave on her special errand, her mother would open the old cedar trunk at the foot of her bed and give Bumblebee three things to carry with her to ......Read the rest...

...Happy birthday to you You haggard old hand You've age like a goose egg in spots of your brand And roosted so easy in eggs come out right When your children are spotting your colors to right ......Read the rest...

...My wife and I prefer hand-me-downs to new things in most cases, but then, we're antiques freaks - Lots o’ fog an’ kinda brisk that mid-November morning when my an’ Russell’s tackle boxes spread......Read the rest...

...I would ride straight to the storm back in the day "Weather be damned," I'd swear loud an' duck my head I'd stay in the saddle 'til the sun went down ......Read the rest...

...THE JUNK PILE By Jerry May Orange with rust and gray with weathered worn decay, the heap behind the shed has seen it’s useful better da......Read the rest...

...An Ode To Morse code The click click clack from pounded brass the words develop extensive The heat of the tubes warms up the room when temperatures are receded Deep into the night ma......Read the rest...

...She was sitting on the edge of the bar stool Not wearing anything but her wings. I found it curious that no one else seemed to want a peek and I could not stop peeking. “What will you have?” th......Read the rest...