Short Eighty Nine Poems
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I never want to be ninety,
forty two suits me fine,
but I guess i'll feel quite different
when I am eighty nine.
Form:
Seventeen is the sum of eight and nine
The difference of twenty minus three is fine.
If you're not a fool,
and you stay in school,
it's the squareroot of two hundred eighty-nine.
Mom, sighing, says I'm tired of chocolate,
as if the favorite treat
of her eighty-nine years
suddenly grew two heads,
becoming an unwelcome
familiar, tormenting her in old age.
Almost eighty-nine and life's still a blast
How long will it continue, how long will it last
Pushing the odds
Testing the gods
Will I still be around when one hundred I pass
Seen splendid things in eighty-nine years
But one thing that stands out are girlie's cute rears
If I lose my seeing
My touchy feeling
Then I guess I might as well call it a career
Whatta croc these crocs are, surely quite nasty
Tried making friends but took chunks from my chassis
Well that wasn't nice
Surely didn't entice
Roared loudly, showing eighty-nine teeth quite flashy
On June 7th, 1944
two thousand
six hundred
and eighty-nine people
were on a ship named
Susan B Anthony.
The ship sank off Normandy
in France, and every single
one of these people survived.
What could have been a disaster
was a June miracle.
Don't back up car near neighbor's pool
Do pay your latest traffic fine.
Close window first, then yell, "you fool!"
It's wise to always look behind.
If driving an elderly "jewel,"
remember: gears aren't there to grind
If all else fails, try traffic school.
Take bus if over eighty-nine.
How
can
I not
write poems
dedicated too
Leonardo Fibonacci?
The man who saw curious beauty in equations,
and perplexing symmetry in creation - counting eighty-nine petals precisely
in just one yellow sunflower plucked nonchalantly
from a field of summer champions.
As amber questions
become waves
beneath
my
feet.
when I die I will send you a sign
this was from my grandma who was eighty-nine
I will send you a bird that looks like an afghan, okay?
I thought this was hilarious, on a warm summer Tuesday
she died within the month and a bird came to me
it was a loud ugly thing, with a ruffled beak you could see
looked like an alien bird with a crocheted neck and face
by crackee, grandma had done it, and she’d done it with grace
Wake&run,
Before my mother.
Plays with water gun,
Before the plants suffer.
Start worshiping God,
Without thinking anything odd.
Then sit in the sunshine,
With her friends for sometime.
Having breakfast having lunch,
And give us a milk punch.
Then sleep for few hours,
And worshiping God again with flowers.
And watches T.V till dinner,
With my mother and sister.
And sleep at nine,
By thinking the time is fine,
At the age of Eighty Nine.
Brrrrr
Weather Forecast
By Tom
2/15/2021
No clouds, sky solid gray,
chill factor, twenty-seven below, today.
Eighty-nine days I’ve seen temps freezing,
will be next week before it’s easing.
About two more weeks before its done,
It’s been three days since snow begun.
Expect seven to ten inches two days hence,
and drifts three wires high on a barb wire fence.
Being paroled to the yard was bad I attest,
until parole was revoked and I’m in house arrest.