Short Gray Haired Poems

sweets
on a gray-haired wood
busy bee


11.30.16...

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White and gray-haired sheep,
Grazing in vast blue pastures,
Wide space, their haven....

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by Michaelw1two

 white, gnarled gray haired
 sin filled beasts in disarray
 minority's fools

May 2013...

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There once was a gray-haired old lady.
Her name was Miss Irma McGrady.
As sweet as can be 
was little old she,
but at bingo she’d act rather shady....

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watching as he crossed the street

  flowers in his hand

    crushed and tattered petals fall

      gray haired woman sits

         present for grandma......

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An old, gray-haired emir from Yemen
Preferred courting underage women,
He kept a list
Of those he kissed
Banished those he considered a lemon.

written June 26, 2021...

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Limerick : Once a young Opera Fan of Wagner’s

Once a young Opera Fan of Wagner’s
Sat out the Ring Cycle in blinkers
House chockful at the start
Such silence: heard no fart
Came out gray-haired and wailing bonkers.

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2013...

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Mr. and Mrs. Gray-Haired Wonder
You’ve got it going on.
Up at the crack of dawn.
You’ve got lightning…. you’ve got thunder.
Slow life down a little bit 
so, you’ll have plenty more of it,
Mr. and Mrs. Gray-Haired Wonder.

10/4/19

Picture #1

Make it Seven'
Sponsor: Joseph May...

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The clean tail goes after the light head
But, Tequila drinker dangy tail-head follows cows and cats
Lift right
Right lift
His news like his nose
Cheap acts like rare
Here and there
Big sound small mind
gray-haired dangy too little monkey

Note: Do you know the form of this poem? ;)...

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I never realized how fast I was climbing
Till the day I stepped over the hill
Where now I find I'm slipping and sliding
All of this against my will

Gray haired and clearly out of energy 
I can't see my way back to the top
I'd heard of over the hill but still
Wasn't expecting this quick of a drop...

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Happy step mother's day
Sorry your card is soggy.
I tucked a few ice cubes inside it.
The same ones you spit onto my soul
so many years ago.

{They all see the gentle-gray-haired grandma
and wonder why I keep my distance}.
but I grew up under the ass of that crow {you didn't}
Crapping out ice cubes on my young soul-
I wear the rouge on my psyche as proof....

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A smart *ss hermit,
Sitting on a folly throne.
And he always likes to spit,
Bunch of words in drone.

A culturally-modified mime,
In a shirt that dull boring pinky.
Talking about the punctuation and rhyme,
Insisted on how a poem should be.

Oh dear gray-haired kooks..
The words you say wrapped in hypocrisy.
I might not counted smart in your books,
But at least my words cry it honestly....

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I cried tears of anguish for the burgeoning.
Tears and sobbing aren't prospering.

I regret all the rambunctious ineptness.
Silver hair and a large head are worthless.

My youth was pillaged, yet my heart tried to beat.
Pulling leaves from a branch is a fun treat.

Is it possible to reclaim my youth?
To tell him the breed of gray-haired man couth....

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The Penny man
There was an old man who walked the streets.
Day after day. Giving pennies to the young and old.
A gray haired man with a kind smiles.
He would walk by you and if you said "hello " to him.
A penny was all your reward.
Now he walks the streets of heaven. With a smile on his face.
Telling everyone "I'm an angel and these pennies are from heaven."

The man was from Springville N.Y. and everyone knew the penny man....

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Salix Discolor had escaped my view
Living in south that would be nothing new
How I could enjoy your beauty in spring
When only one Weeping Willow see through

Gray-haired bloom so distintive against red
Beauty like fur coat of cat that's purebred
Salix Discolor stands still while wind's wing
Transports young where no other foot has tread

Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Contest:*****willow or Daffodil
Written: Today February 28, 2012...

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