Short Fifty Seven Poems
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Nearing age sixty two
Who would have ever knew
I'd still be playing fast-pitch baseball
With my fifty-seven year old brother Paul
First birn of eight,Henry Heinz by name
Brought the common bean to worldwide fame-
In business,he kept his faith alive
Renown for the brand,fifty-seven
Eternal remembrance,now,in heaven
Sharpsburg born Henry Heinz (1844-1919).
For fifty-seven years his life to Congress Senator Robert Byrd did devote
Upon his death the headline said, "Democrats Mourn Loss of Much-Needed Vote"
*Senator Byrd had served in the US Congress since Eisenhower was president.
First born of eight,Henry Heinz by name
Brought the common bean to worldwide fame-
In business,he kept his faith alive
Renown for the brand,fifty-seven
Eternal remembrance,now,in heaven
Sharpsburg born Henry Heinz (1844-1919). a sunday school teacher
Year Posted 2009
These nine Christmas wreaths are made with my hands.
Hands fashioning expressions of my love,
Love for these nine, once part of my life.
Life that came and went for five generations,
Generations that started with my daddy.
Daddy has been gone for fifty-seven years.
Years of loss and love and joy,
Joy and sorrow woven in wreaths from my hands.
For Wreath contest. Won no. 4
Peter Pan Envy
I envy Peter Pan
He never get’s old as a man
He can fly back and forth to never-never land
To his lost boys a merry band
If I had Tinkerbelle’s fairy dust and could fly
I would go up and up into the sky
I would fly up to my wife who’s in heaven
And take her back to nineteen fifty-seven
The fifties were a great time in life
It was when I met my future wife
One hour fifty-seven minutes and forty seconds
to remember the life of a husband, a father, a man of faith
who died at the speed of an assassin's bullet,
swifter than the blink of an eye,
and only God knows why.
Three things will last forever
—faith, hope, and love—
and the greatest of these is love.
Yes it's a tragic fact
evil can stop a life,
but evil cannot--
will never--stop love!
STILL WAITING
Until his assassination in 1968, Martin Luther King campaigned tirelessly for equality and human rights for African Americans. Fifty-seven years on from his historic “I have a dream” speech, for many the lessons still have to be learned.
This man of vision
Dreamed the impossible dream.
Still far, far to go
22nd June 2020
Haibun Pick Your Theme Contest
Sponsor Line Gautier
my feet are kicking
high in the air
now the scissor step
making an arabesque design
my first and last husband sees this as sexy
everything I say and do has been sexy
since the minute he began coveting me
When I was just a baby of fifteen.
He was an older man.
Also fifteen, but seven months older.
I see him lick his lips.
And the chase begins.
fifty-seven years later.
I bet few couples can say this…
When my well-fed cat dies will he go to heaven?
Will he make it in cat years to fifty-seven?
Or eighty-six or one hundred and five?
Just what is keeping this fat sassy tom alive?
Shark has a kill room around the back.
Has killed varmints from here to Hackensack.
Will he ever reach the Rainbow Bridge?
He annihilated my mean Aunt Midge.
Sure some do not think it was Shark my cat.
But he’s wearing her rings, so what about that?
Fifty-Seven Years Ago Today
With new dress and suit, flowers, and hair fixed just right
The dreams, plans, and labors of our lives would unite
My brother and his gal stood beside us on the spot
To give witness to the world that we tied the knot
We stood nervous before the preacher at his home
Promised to cling to each other; never to roam
Said “I do” to the questions; gave the preacher his pay
Man and wife; fifty-seven years ago today.
A cool day
And I am not glad
Sixty-two degrees,
Spoiled me yesterday.
Today at fifty-seven, I am chilling.
Weather that would have had me dancing
And singing last month
Infuriates me today.
Weather that would have me
Bowing down and praying to it
In August after a hundred and thirteen
Degree day has me angry today
It is weird how the temperature
Outside has a pronounced effect
On my temperature inside.
Probably because I am a nature faerie.
Fifty-seven years I'd trusted my pins* *legs
to bend to flex, to twist, to spring
my body to soar
to the basket on wings
Then one day as I gathered myself
to take my first shot
I felt my knees go 'creak'
my heart went cold, I felt old and weak
Sure enough, I had barely lifted up off the ground
as for my shot, it arced mostly down
I told my friends I felt a bit out of sorts
And wept for the end of my romance with sports
In God's eyes I'm just a babe
even though at fifty-seven is my true age
At sixty I will become a child
still time to grow with skill and at times fail
So much learning is still desired
until the day my body will retire
When I'm gone in heaven I soar
in his eyes an adult is born
Everything from past to present
my eyes will see what I have achieved
If I have failed in things I've done
as an adult with God his love is strong.
Contest sponsored by: FJ Thomas
Fishing at Lake Red Haw.
I pulled in a long muddy man’s size 11 wader.
It took me eighty-three minutes.
I thought it was going to be a whale.
There was a lot of laughing.
My dad and uncle thought it was
The funniest thing all summer long.
Fish were biting everyone else’s bait hooks.
My sister got her teeny tiny stupid bass
Mounted on a plaque.
My brother got a bluegill mounted.
I insisted on keeping the wader.
That was fifty-seven years ago.
I may still mount it.
Gumball machine you make me smile an old woman said
With your happy round balls in bright blue, yellow, pink, green and red.
Reminding me of the fifties when I thought everyone was kind.
Poodle skirts a turquoise fifty-seven Chevy, intact families in my mind.
Prayer once a priority, everyone attended some kind of church.
Those who did not were often left in the lurch.
Gumball machine, you remind me of malt shops and such.
Soda jerks and cherry Cokes, and I thank you so very much!
For egregious war crimes against fellow Australians, on fifty seven counts' injecting bio-hazardous substances, false
Imprisionment, false information terrorisomg a whole
population, creating un-law.' Denying
Recourse to medical records to ascertain
Causes of death, and how funds were
Allocated, just a few events and actions
Here, all the best to Steven Spiers as
He gets his case together, which i feel
Hardly needed, as recent history corroborates all claims that will be brought.)