Short Good Old Days Poems
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the good old days
blacks lining up for restrooms
always in back
buses, trains, movie houses--all
but please spend your money here
museums, to youth, sarcophagus
but aging folks can’t get enough
of perusing the junk
and making up bunk
about those good old days so tough
The slightest
Of touch
On your lips
In the breeze
Don’t think back
To the good old days
For know one thing
Its me behind
Ahead and blind
back in the day
we did thing this way
we ere a gang
that hang
around up and down
in our town
in my mind memrberies stays
thoses
GOOD OLD DAYES
hieroglyphics
depictions of
the supposedly
good old days
when all was
well within the
land of falsehood
of a land that never
truly ever existed
FORTIES PLAYTIME
Hopscotch
with whip and top
or marbles and five stones-
pastimes lost now in memory's
chasm.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
One thing is for sure when tales are told
The "good old days" are sure to unfold
Now understand
What made them grand
Was that we weren't good and we weren't old!
In the good old days,
Backyard loos were the way,
The old blip carter appears,
From a dim and distant year,
Had the blip can on his back,
Strode off down nostalgia's track!
Darling…my dear…
I’ve held this in for so many years…think back to the good old days
when we were young… forgive me for that day…
for burying you in the sand on that cold September day…
projecting false
imagery upon
the screen of
time creating
an unrealistic
impression of
the supposed
good old days
was the misconstrued
dream land in which
the old self lived
Oh for the good old days, life was simpler then
Up with the birdies, then to the office we went
Traffic was a breeze
No, you first please!
Now it's amazing, to survive without dents
These will be the good old days 20 years from now
Mankind marches on and we all survive somehow
Avoid extinction
By manipulation
Don't know how long we can continue to milk the cows
Oh for the good old days, life was simpler then
Up with the birdies, then to the office we went
Traffic was a breeze
No, you first please!
Now it's amazing, we survive without dents
Oh for the good old days, life was simpler then
Up with the birdies, then to the office we went
Traffic was a breeze
No, you first, please!
Now it's amazing, to survive without dents
In the good old days, good people sorted
all the folks into “us" and the sordid.
The American state
was apparently “great.”
But what "great" means is poorly reported.
My wife and I lived happily for twenty years
Then we met!!! Ever since I've been in arrears
Oh for the good old days
Enjoyed my “being right” phase
Ever since I've become dead between the ears
During the not-so-Great Depression
FDR practiced self-suppression
'chatting with us' just once a week
During the current pandemic
Press conferences are epidemic
Pols grabbing every microphone to speak
Me and my wife lived happily for twenty years
Then we met!!! Ever since I've been in arrears
Oh for the good old days
Enjoyed my “being right” phase
Ever since, I've become dead between the ears
Me and my wife lived happily for twenty years
Then we met!!! Ever since I've been in arrears
Oh for the good old days
Enjoyed my “being right” phase
Ever since, I've become dead between the ears
The smell that brought back memories
An acquainted scent...
That of soft, wet mud stepped on..
Oh! The good old days
A haiku - 5 7 5 Syllable Count
Me and my wife lived happily for twenty years
Then we met!!! Ever since I've been in arrears
Oh for the good old days
Enjoyed my “being right” phase
Ever since, I've become dead between the ears
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So I don’t
Miss
The good
Old days
Had some
Fun made
‘Em play
But yeah
Ya’ know
It was
Just on
The way
To here
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A red cent was just a cent,
Good old days,
Now it's bought at 110 dollars,
A scorpion was poisonous,
Good old days,
Now it's sold at 110 dollars in business,
A scorpion no worth a cent,
Good old days,like our now economy!
This guy goes back a lot further than most
All the way back when we didn't wear clothes
Only one thing on our mind
We almost went blind
And our complexion was pale like that of a ghost
© Jack Ellison 2015
Modern Marvin grabs a sandwich
Devours it in a bite
Wolfs it down
Gobbles up a whole bag of chips
Washes it down with a Big Gulp...
His great-grandfather's daily fare
--half a potato and a crust of bread