Olden Poems - Poems about Olden

Imparting wisdom which is dumb but isn’t obvious once it’s within your vision though something before you had always been missing You were young once, sexy and thin but as you grow older the biggest you’ve been it didn’t matter when the mirror did flatter now you don’t recognise the old man getting fatter parts...

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Old worn clothes, same old love, in solitude. Time to go home for family supper. Those days were joyful. never forgotten. Time passes on, same true love, New car, Clothes. ...

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Olden knowledge should smolder As smoke rising from an ember - Universal but not common - Peculiar but not forgotten. Tell me of those days of yore - Of circumstances transpired - So I can repeat on my lips That which slumbers in silence....

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~ Sabbath in the Olden Times ~ (Shabbos in der Alter Tzeiten) The title in the Yiddish language Mama lit the candles Totty blessed...

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In olden days, without TV Or phone or laptop or PC, I might have joined a quilting bee To while away the time. I’d sit with friends and we would sew, Discussing all there was to know And all our handiwork would show We had no need for Prime. And after we would laugh and chat, The pure delight of chewing fat, We’d stash our...

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O-lden days were the best L-iving in a shack D-ad would come home and split wood E-very day N-ever missing a whack D-airy treats came on the weekends A-long the way to grandmas Y-early camping was always fun. When we went with grandpa W-e as kids would play all day, E-verything from hide in seek to tag R-unning around saying tag your it E-ven Listening to...

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Olden clock Rusty nails and forgotten tales Gnarled Brailles fogs your brain Amongst the sacred trail you did not take Whimpered cries can not break Only a cloud shall escape A quickened pace You will embrace...

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Cars in the seventies, Had character, you see, Lime green Fords with stripes GT, Waxed on weekends, thoroughly, Double Cam exhausts with Mag wheels, Now bland cars are the deal, White, black, silver or grey, Purple or orange cars just drove away!...

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In the year of 1967 I was a freshman In high school in a small Midwest Iowa town. Before teachers cared about bullying and goofy stuff like kids’ feelings We were not allowed to have them anyway back then The gym teacher was snippy and mean. Pinched nose, hair teased and sprayed With enough hairspray to choke us all to death She...

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Back in the olden days my age of once upon a time with relatives and strangers filled the radio episodes of Silver and the Lone Ranger where The Shadow crept in Inner Sanctum threats and tv intros to Howdy Doody and Uncle Milty timed guests; I lived in innocence and well-protected immunities of grammar school and...

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Give me the olden days Before I-pads, I-pods, and I-phones. When phones were attached to walls. Summertime people sat on their porches. Listening to and scolding each other’s children. Before “self-esteem” was invented. Conversation ran rampant, people were not afraid to laugh At themselves and each other. No one was offended. We were neighbors. Everything was hilarious. We all had homemade Kool aid popsicles, This was before...

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Turn your doleful eyes to the dimly lit sky The last you'll see of moon and stars is when our shards of fire die. Take hold of me,Don't set me free Your heart won't let you whisper goodbye. Like olden times on the brown horse Let's ride away, by forest lakes into the night, In a log cabin,We'll ...

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This Olden Soul, Still Follows That Greatest Quest Sad that time did so often this old heart pierce rising ire, setting fire to burn so fierce, yet within that red-hot cauldron high hopes rose following enchanting dreams of sweet repose. Where softest of morns turned to dreaded long days with a nudge and kick, beauty comes and sashays, and under moon's bright...

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In This Olden Soul, A Fast Dancing Horse In this olden soul, a fast dancing horse lively one I now can not ride, of course. Looking on this world, it races away saddened by hidden darkness holding sway. With echoing hoofs tapping stronger beats I dream of my love between silken sheets. Her long, pretty hair with its golden sheen as I recall,...

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A friend so dear whom I do love And whom I dream my future with A stranger man thou art become It is the thing I can’t believe. Oh! I love the olden days Of how we spent the lovely nights With dancing feet along the way With moon above and stars so bright And how they think I am your wife. When...

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