Short Forty Poems
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my wife the cougar
Sue was forty when we met
I was twenty three
By Jack Horne for Dr Ram’s Cougar Effect contest
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:
No part of me wants to want
a held heart;
Except at night when your face is all I can see
right before I fall asleep.
I went to sleep at fourteen
and woke up at forty
A prisoner of reluctance
—casualty of time
(Dreamsleep: July, 2022)
impressive palm print
fills the bulk of the forest
forty-five foot oak
leaving me warm memories
heavenly haven for crows
My Anniversary Today, August 17
Married forty-one years ago today…
the unspoken poem therein
writes itself…
the Biltmore Hotel
appears through my car window
by my new office
two workplaces as bookends
to forty years and one life
Forty years,
my will unbowed,
—my loyalty untamed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
From 'Death From The Sky'
Short stubble streaked with gray
A scarred face and eyes that know
Its a decade short of the crisis
But forty is already in tow
Forty summers, forty springs
You concentrate on brighter things.
Then forty autumns, forty cold
Decembers…and you’re growing old.
Happy birthday to me
I made it to forty
Now isn't that just nifty
Next comes fifty
Happy Birthday to Me
Happy Birthday to Me
He nods at his wife of forty years,
twist face points gestures.
Why speak,
why speak at all?
Hasn’t it all been
said before?
Sixty-six stupid senseless stories,
Forty-five fearless fired fights,
Made my manly mourning matters
Even endlessness ends exclusively.
Her innocence lost,
Shattered and shamed, scared alone.
Picked up the pieces;
She waited for the sentence.
Forty-eight months, not enough!
I am so sparse, I am so scarce
I am so rare but I am no farce
I am the one and only hence so lonely
I exist on earth in Forty three only
forty years old
playful companion to a five year old
woody doll in one hand
buzz lightyear in the other
flying through the air into the yard
I can’t keep in mind,
things immediately past.
Vapors, in a flash.
But I can narrate,
who, where, when and what I did
forty years ago!
FORTY
IF YOU WERE FORTY AND I WAS FORTY THEN YOU'D BE FORTY TOO.
//not sure where I first heard this but i thought I'd pass it on//
Muskoxen and yaks can survive
In frigid weathers that kill most who are alive
Minus forty degrees is okay with them
They like icicles on their chin
On a plane flying to Vancouver,
An odd lady said that I knew her,
I was just flabbergast,
After years now at last,
My wife of forty is much cruder.
Forty Lords a'leaping,
Forty bugs a'creeping
Forty forty year-olds,
With forty sad life tales.
Forty forty forty year-olds,
With their forty ales.
I didn’t mean to stub my toe
At two I cry
At fifteen I swear
At twenty one I don’t even notice
At thirty two I wake up in a jail cell
At forty? WTF
There was a young girl from Marfee
Her nickname was young cute blondie.
Teeth were all rotted
Men were all sotted
She's a firm forty-two double dee.
we finish each other's sentences
saying "we are redundant" six times a day
it's forty-nine years later and we remain
maniacally crazy about each other
He said I'm sexy,
My waistline measures forty.
I think he's hungry.
Entry for Andrea's Itty Bitty Poetry Contest
3/30/2014
** 3rd place Winner**