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Beauty of being 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.

Categories: seventy two, age,
Form: Free verse

I am Nineteen but I look Seventy Two

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

Categories: seventy two, age,
Form: Prose

The Eight in Seventy Two

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

Categories: seventy two, allusion, imagery, imagination, mystery,
Form: Narrative

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Stricken With Turbulence At About Seventy Two Inches

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

Categories: seventy two, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme

The Eight In Seventy Two

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

Categories: seventy two, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse

Micro Seventy Two

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

Categories: seventy two, emotions, feelings, writing,
Form: Free verse

Seventy Two Seconds

[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

Categories: seventy two, history, space,
Form: Couplet

Volume Twenty Four Page Seventy Two

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.

Categories: seventy two, books, literature,
Form: Free verse

June of Nineteen Seventy Two

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

Categories: seventy two, baby,
Form: Villanelle

One Hundred and Seventy Two Ruts

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

Categories: seventy two, poetry, rap, word play,
Form: Rhyme

The Seventy Two

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

Categories: seventy two, faith, history, mystery, space,
Form: Blank verse