Short Ages Poems
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Yes- hustler,
all dressed in his lies.
Slick talking,
devil tongue.
Loves ladies of all ages,
you watch out for him.
Life challenges once I got old
Such balances as do as you’re told
Really ironic to me
How much I pee
A goal not to miss toilet bowl
A bird like a pigeon or dove
will always choose food over love
They poop from their perches
On people in churches
Excluding Nun of the Above
I’m older than you
The children cry,
Ignore their age as
Middle years roll by,
Proclaim it with
A certain pride
As they near the end
Of life’s long ride
May we be blessed as each day we grow a little older
to not only embrace the age we’re in…
but to never lose the feeling
of all the other ages we have been.
LOVE AT ALL AGES
At sixteen
Send me the pillow that you dream on
So I can dream on it too
At sixty
Send me the pillow that you drool on
So I can drool on it too
Today I’m grateful for the wisdom that comes with age…
with understanding each day as I grow a little older…
perfection…
like love…
like beauty…
is in the eye of the beholder.
When I am asleep
I go to the cold dark ages
I wonder how I will escape
And how scary life can be
Until I awaken
I just sit and wonder
How I will get out of
The cold dark ages
Will any of my poems outlive me?
If so will it be one that I liked?
Sad to think the one that survives is a bad one
I stare at my poems wondering
Which one will survive me?
If any?
Many moons ago we danced
And danced on the many stars that shone that night
In the enchanted wonderland we created
Whimsical fantasies carry us away
Onto a magic carpet built for two
Voodoo cryptograms
were the mirrors
alleviating all that is
bred of elementary nature
having spaked in tones
that could quake the bones
fashioning humanity’s frame
furnished by deathly tales
Hair of my youth was pretty auburn fine.
with glimpses and dashes of red said Valentine.
Oodles of melatonin to keep it a glitzy glowing red
whitened up when I got a bit older, said Cousin Fred.
If in one thousand years they'll ask me
What made this one so different
I'll say lust for purity
And control lingered on
Only this time God
Was shaped like an
'S' with two
Lines through
It
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Planted deep within the soil
Nourished by time
Rooted by promises made
I begin to grow
I have became what you made me to be
Thy words and deeds are not forgotten
I have become a mirror of thy own past
THE THREE AGES OF MAN
At 14 he had to have a Toyota:
Cos every boy oughta.
At 34 he wanted a Volkswagen:
Really set his tail waggin’.
At 54 now his car of choice:
Is of course Rolls Royce.
The noble lady was full of ire.
Her drunken knight had pissed out her evening fire.
So now she sought warmth by his sleeping horse,
and indulged in some heated intercourse
with the knight's drop-dead handsome squire.
We are caught up in the middle, of our passionate love affair,
In a world still so young, sweet dreams can blossom anywhere!
Written on 9/27/2021
For: YOUR BEST RHYMING COUPLET Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L MILTON HANKINS
AGES
Three wise men
Were not kings
But Herod-sent
Three musketeers
Were four, not three
But one for all
And all for one
Blyton’s famous five
Including the dog
Had kids’ adventures
That were popular
All good in the end
There’s safety in rhythm
salvation in rhyme
Truth in the format
a structure sublime
To children and sages
their message rings true
And down through the ages
—speaks loudest to you
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
Everlasting journey, climbing up and slipping back.
Solid footholds shifting, never the same path.
Raising eyes to the sky, seeking the Heavens above.
Chapped skin and sweaty palms, now falling down.
Only to begin again, on life's Eternal trial.
t.v.'s mind mirror reflects upside down side-ways and backwards
---in past
missed ages
masked sages
massed stages'as
mixed ages
watched
---now t.v. consumes
massed stages
mask age'as
missed sages
messed ages as
ads
stans sand
What words create the environment
For togetherness
That trusted expression of love
We together
Us forever
In such a complicated trust
We as one
We've just begun
And love is the
Keepsake
In God we trust
And it's all about us
In love
For our ownsake
You were my friend way back when
But now I don't know you
We used to sing songs and play games together
But you don't know me, too
Now we don't recognize each other
Time had brought that to an end
It seems to have slipped my mind
What was your name again?
I plan to discover more works of the great masters,
Like the rich green meadow find of bright red asters!
That is my New Year's resolution, a pledge to myself-
To enjoy and benefit from history's vast store of wealth;
And the glories of yesteryear lie waiting upon the shelf.