Short Elder Poems
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To the elderly, I novel
I advise the eld age
to live life...
just how they
advise me
Learn to live... !
The cereal then gets too soggy,
if you're weakly and your wobbly ~
Your next best guess then ought-a-be
is switch to oatmeal . . . . probably!
His glittering brain~
So full of the gems of age~
Hands withered from repetition ~
As eyes tarnish in bleary rooms~
He writes ever silent of a bygone youth.
An eld man descending from a bus
hurry up, you slow motion ancient cuss !
who said you, be aged !
no one acted right usage...
elder, is the time... creators of fuss !
Elder Pastor Answers Question
is the true gift of life
is the real heaven
will ALL man repent
is there so much discontent
will I pray for them shall we all prosper spiritually
11/30/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
I’ve often heard it said
elders have empty heads
where cobwebs
encrust each corner
and memories sit
gathering dust
But….
If you take the time
to sit and listen well
those crusted corners
with memory jewels
will glean for you
wisdom’s lust
Joe DeMino has biblical insight that is Holy Spirit instructed. I am impressed, intrigued, and encouraged by our Elder in the USA and here on Poetry Soup (PS).
I quote Jesus, from Matthew's Gospel (Matthew 23:12, also Luke 14:11)
"For those who exalt themselves will be humbled, and those who humble themselves will be exalted."
When your family has an elder
The senior or head of the family
You need to unite together for
The sake of the older family member
You should want them to live
Out their days with peace
Of mind and happiness, knowing
That there’s no bickering
Or bitterness among you
You can sit all differences aside
For the sake of your elder
I saw two trees entwined in Bushy Park.
Their seeds had found the same small patch of ground.
Their barks caress, a whitethorn and an elder.
The first was at his springtime best, the elder waits til later.
Their roots entwine unseen.
As whitethorn shades elder’s green from sun,
both soil and sap are shared,
and they are consumated one.
In the shadow of this tree,
Judas mapped his misery,
But saw no finger-post, save one:
A beckoning oblivion.
So up he climbed, with labored breath,
To where he could devise his death.
The twisted tree, by time distressed,
Would ratify his wretchedness,
And let him fall — his loss complete,
The seamless sky his winding sheet.
Amelia Romero NM
a daughter
When I look back
I relive petty torments
The way you teased me
The way I displeased you
The scars I needn’t show
With nowhere else to go
Avoided you miserably
Your need for turbulence
had held me hostage
Your drama
Day by day
Flashes of you
Only glimpses of possibility
Vows of a better life
When I look back
Tangled branch of sacred knowledge,
These trees are the college.
Buried within cold expression,
there is an ever present lesson.
Consumed by the essence,
of a warm convalescence.
Universal intent,
for the love that was spent,
since the early event,
to besiege what was meant.
I choose to thrive.
I am alive.
I’m sinking in;
eternal spin.
I choose to grow,
the need to know.
To trust the written,
elder scroll.
Madame, thou art mature and must I say...
Thy wine is old and pleasing to the taste
The love you give to me no one could weigh
Yet eyes eavesdrop on evenings we embrace
Your years above my age is their distaste
For you came like a cougar in the night
Desires upon my flesh you did delight
After our lips would play and kiss with tongue
We lay in love and looking in the light
You would say I was old and she was young
Johnny Sumler
COUGAR EFFECT
sweet spring awakens earth from winter sleep
with bold shouts of color playfully laid
on flowers, chirping birds and butterflies~
for you the elder willows will still weep,
and here in softness of the springtime glade
our nature's own dear Mother will advise
those who come with heavy heart’s hopeless pleas,
those whose love of life has been sudden frayed
by winter's last cold storm in human guise~
now you may take ease
storms have made you wise.
In the rice field, the elder farmer knows what he has to go through every day,
Every time he hides the fatigue of years in a smile,
His fez speaks for him,,,,
The routine in his time is scandalous;
Hiding in his big hat from the sun so he can skip the admonition,
The rain is healing what the medicine couldn't heal,
Sometimes with a pause, he takes a break to offload the traffic in a shortcut in an Island,
He waits for the smiles of gratitude to feel a bit precious.