What can it be if not ignited tension
Among retirees waiting for their pension
That weakly caters for their weekly ration
Their numerous legs, hundreds of suspension:
A carbon copy of the criminal’s in a police station.
Long, I’ve been watching their tired faces
And ceaseless circuitous paces,
All of them buffeted by the issued new orders
About which they wouldn’t tell others…
So, the Ministry won’t immediate payments be making
For the breath of relief they should be taking
And for long sitting on retirement seats,
occasionally their only nurses for roaring heartbeats
And varicose veins of legs deserving an apology.
The Ministry - for Goodness Heavens!-
can, herself, spare the Image of Black Ravens
with the firmest farewell to “Come Tomorrow” Announcements,
Often her making time-seeking searchers of misplaced documents.
Categories:
pensioner, anger, fear, sympathy,
Form: Rhyme
A Pensioner
An octogenarian - he moved to the retirement home
which promised all-year sun, blue sky, and sedate sea.
A grey, balding, and stooped figure,
his gait is far from firm as he walks.
Panoramic vistas, crushed-cardboard like hills,
frame the backdrop to his daily meanderings.
His dim and distorted memories mimic
the surrounding mountain range, hazily silhouetted against
the sparse, cloud-strewn sky.
A startled hare darts across the gravelly lane,
to join a squad of exuberant fellows, charging headlong
into the shrub, tails held high – quick flashes of white.
Transfixed, he stops to admire the moor-hen crossing his path,
her brood of chicks faithfully following in line.
The pomegranate grove sheds overripe fruit,
sighs with relief, longing for hibernation.
Artichokes, green and bright, proudly claim eagerness to be picked
to make room for a different crop.
Rebirth and renewal, the pattern of seasons,
calibrate the remaining years, (months and days), for this old man.
Categories:
pensioner, appreciation, retirement,
Form: Blank verse
Teenage girls to the age of 18
Are renown as juicy and lean
Then Old Father Time
Commits an hate crime
Making them fat, wrinkled, and mean!
Categories:
pensioner, change, halloween, journey, old,
Form: Limerick
O help me! I've fallen
And I can't get it up!
I'm stuck here acrawlin'
Up a Double-D cup
Now don't let us dicker
I am over the hill
Just be a mite quicker
Slipping me that blue pill!
Categories:
pensioner, autumn, endurance, funny love,
Form: Rhyme
A seventy year old couple on a romantic date,
Were at a bistro eating seafood crepe,
Feeling so good, a kiss they sought,
Locking mouths their false teeth got caught,
And both sets fell onto the plate.
Categories:
pensioner, funny, humorous,
Form: Limerick