Life has been filled with holdbacks
not easy to overcome, feel little hope
especially in the early days growing up
it took so many years to learn to cope
Every school day was a dread
tension and anxiety were in control
had hatred of every school day
free, was not for it was so stolen
All of this made me stammer
every word was a battleground
even after school and at work
struggled socially so hard to sound
Now reached my seventieth year
look back on all I've come through
many ups and downs but still sain
God was there spiritually made me anew
There's been many kinds of therapies
to tackle my problem through the years
all helped a little but no transformation
still, no way to cast away my fears
I've been married on two occasions
very happily with a lovely life for support
this has been to know what's true love
to keep me going, not want to run short
I've found contentment to accept life
no matter what comes across my way
speaking slowly is easier to adapt
thanking God for His strength every day
Categories:
seventieth, courage, life, me, memory,
Form: Rhyme
My twin and I celebrated our birthday together.
Fah Lah Lah Lah Lah. whoppee dee dee!
We have not done this for around thirty years or so
And it was marvelous, believe me!
We have to figure out how to act our age now.
Or maybe not? I am not sure whether I can anyhow.
Today was marvelous – a giant wow!
A terrific day to turn seventy, our birthday!
We cackled like witches, and played like girls.
Laughed about nothing at all, and yet everything.
I am so glad she came to see me, it was terrific.
Being this age now has a kick and a zing.
Categories:
seventieth, age, birthday,
Form: Rhyme
Dear Friend
We heard you’re turning seventy
growing older and oh so wise.
We wish you days quite heavenly
with bright and clear blue skies.
We heard you’re turning seventy
mellowing out so fine.
We wish you much longevity
and days blessed with sunshine.
HAPPY SEVENTIETH BIRTHDAY!
3/3/2020
Occasional Poetry Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Categories:
seventieth, birthday,
Form: Verse
He, a man the artist thinks he will never know,
Stroked her, another stranger and maybe his wife,
Matching white hair shines in the sunshine
The artist, soul deep and single,
Follows every line of their love with his pencil
So intent he doesn't notice the approaching shadow.
"They're beautiful in real life too, aren't they?"
Her voice was as gorgeous as she
The artist saw when he looked up into her eyes
"Yes," the artist sighs.
"They are my grandparents. Today is they're seventieth anniversary and we have all come
to this park where they met to celebrate." The artist's dream explained.
"Oh," Is all the artist knows to say. He couldn't imagine a love so long lasting.
"I want to buy that when you finish," the granddaughter insists.
"Oh, no, I'll give it to them. My gift." The artist insists and wins. He grins and she grins
Perhaps in seventy years they will pose unknowingly in the park for another young artist.
Categories:
seventieth, anniversarylove, granddaughter,
Form: Free verse
A yellow moon rises huge
over great rafts of tundra
near the seventieth parallel:
twelve hundred miles to the Pole.
Under a faint Borealis
a young grey wolf drinks
from a long tire pond
on the road once used
as a shortcut to Sitka
Categories:
seventieth, animals, native american, nature,
Form: Blank verse