Seventy Two Poems - Poems about Seventy Two

I do not embellish the truth. I cough it out Letting it land on the table Ooze along on the floor Touching people’s shoes Slithering along the sidewalk in front and in back of me My truth as I see it, Part of the beauty of being seventy-two....

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I am nineteen but I look seventy-two weird maybe to those who are not here yet in my heart I am singing and dancing my arthritic ankles are laughing at me I do not hear them choosing to be young me as opposed to old me my heart is full of joy I am not cynical only grouchy with one person my husband, who must not...

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Ploddingly it took the form Of some dispassionate melody Our wailing voices at crescendo For our undying we mourn With care they traipsed the deck A mass of notions in mind Did ten artlessly disappear or were held by the Atlantic's inside? Still we stood and tried to inform Searchers of our malady That we living men hitherto can presently not be seen Still we stand on...

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Stricken with turbulence at about seventy two inches Yours truly issuing a deafening rebel yell bursting forth with such might courtesy cooking under pressure analogous to volcanic upswell, forcing me quickly to flap vestigial wings (at the speed of sound) while simultaneously karaoking William Tell overture apple lied courtesy top of the line supra-aural ('over the ear') headphones since altruistic anonymous philanthropist gifted me I bought the...

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Ploddingly it took the form Of some dispassionate melody Our wailing voices at crescendo For our undying we mourn With care they traipsed the deck A mass of notions in mind Did ten artlessly disappear or were held by the Atlantic's inside? Still we stood and tried to inform Searchers of our malady That we living men hitherto can presently not be seen Still we stand on...

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Being technically brilliant won't give you the flow: That comes from salt water....

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[The primary cause of the 1986 space shuttle disaster was an O-ring of a design that hadn’t been tested below fifty degrees. But hey... it’s Florida, right? That fateful night before the launch, the temperature went through the floor. That O-ring became brittle, leading to its subsequent failure. Perversely, when the O-ring first failed the...

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Volume 24, page 72, third line down. The girl gave him a stare but he did not notice. He was the memorizer. Memorizing pages as fast as he could. Occasionally his glasses fell down his nose. Another child came over. Before she could ask he said Volume 4 page 3, second line from the top. Now I better understood why he was irreplaceable....

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June of nineteen seventy-two, Favorite month of my life so far Brand new baby girl with eyes of blue Mother’s instinct showed me what to do. She was our family’s newest star. June of nineteen seventy-two. Hopeful feelings and wishes quickly grew Our Angela truly raised the bar Loved each baby gurgle and tender coo Sentimentality sticks like glue Love’s sweet memory in soul’s fire...

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6/20/16 I don't know about you but I made a few bucks And continued to do much New stuff When I finally grew up Through what Was a long journey, with one hundred and seventy two ruts In all honesty, not all speak the truth enough And it is sad that so many kids have no access to a toothbrush As well as an education...

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The secret hands removed the lids, Curtains between the vision and the eyes, And made a show of eternal reality. The rectangular cloud-like substance, Extended from the East to the North, Stretched in the sky in thousands of acres, Incredibly white, and glaring bright, The most appealing to the parched hearts, Cast celestial delight, pleasing to recall. Though thousands of miles was far away, Yet...

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