Short Grey Haired Poems

Pomp and Circumstance
          time and life got in the way
          grey haired graduate...

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Put it down to a grey-haired obsession;
Participles are a vexed question.
Even though it sounds quaint,
Elegant it ain't,
Robbing gerunds of their possessions!...

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There once came a grey haired old man.
Or am I mistaken was it rather a ma'am?
Nevertheless he big brought gifts
And climbed big cliffs
To deliver them to his little fans....

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Blinking red eyes
She clears her path
Fog frightened fears
Her screaming laugh

Grey haired with hat
White face of doom
Hunch-backed atop
A violent broom

She rides the backs
Of those asleep
And when they wake
They cannot speak

She came to me
And then she left
Returned again
And took my breath...

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As we sat for a quick evening snack
A knock on our door came with a smack.
A thoughtful lady whom we adore,
Our sweet grey-haired neighbor from next door,
Brought dinner, dessert, and candlelight,
With a string quartet for our delight.
Living as a pair in a hurry
We forgot our anniversary!...

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Light of day
brings
a visitor.

Magnificent, 
grey-haired 
bastard
from 
nowhere
but here.

Banters at me,
"There is a
plan for you."

With hands spread
illustrates,
"From birth
to death..."

Pauses
and waits 
for me.

Then in revelation,
"and in between..."

Comes the promise,
"is life."...

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In the midst of males
The grey haired meant to move
In accordance with the rule
Legislated by nature

With kola nut blessing it starts
Through pouring of librations
To call the watching sleepers 
It just invites

And unites
The hustlers and the sleepers
For we all have shares
In the unity of the parties

May the light burn still
And the keeper, keep it still...

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The eagle’s confident wings are ‘The why’
It does powerfully fly,
All the time, unimaginably high
Up in the cloudier, foggier sky,
Where humans don’t ply…
Between the straight and the sly.

The Eagle, though, comes down to die:
Perhaps, on some tree it’d kept an eye:
Like a baker fastened on his fast-selling pie
Or the ageing grey-haired on his dye
An undying tie....

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A summer evening 
in the asphalt homeland
     One more dance 
one more sigh 
    the park is growing dark now 
          The benches are 
       fille with the resplendent energy 
                  of youth 
 A grey haired man walks near the entrance 
      Cars pass by on the avenue 
     The streetlamps will
     soon start to glow 
     Some songs are yet to be sung...

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Africa's venerated literary
icon with words of eloquence
esoteric to the blind.
Distinguished in letters
for ages infinite.
Unequaled in intellect,
and a gadfly of constructive
dissenting views.
Soyinka,
You are indeed a priceless
asset to the black race.
The wise grey-haired doyen
of literary geniuses,
whose genius is in a century
once seen,
and in a millennium, ten times....

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You will see them
In the malls
Once proud
Vibrant
Semi-predatory
Creatures
Idling
Semi-lurking
Outside
Ladies dressing rooms
Lingering
Near
Ladies bath rooms
Scanning
Unfamiliar horizons
Seeking out their prey
Short grey haired
Quick
In a slyly agile way
Evaders
Of a known hunter
Foragers
Averting the gaze
Of those
Once proud
Vibrant
Semi-predatory
Creatures
Left holding
Their bags.
...

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How surprised I am to see you
on my monitor
grey haired and laughing
not a frown on any corner

Were you laughing that night
when I first met you 
when you locked yourself out 
and I climbed up a ladder into your
Painted Lady
with its art everywhere
or were we all just drunk

my daughter says,
Oh, look at him
how much he has changed since he fell
down the cliffs at Blacks Beach
and lost his whole face

but kept his life I say....

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He pretends to be what he is not,
a borrowed reality shapes his suit, 
cuts his cloth. He imagines himself
reflected in mirroring eyes.

Upon a day, grey haired, and weary
he sits down and will not get up
until others cajole him
with more sincerely held lies.

This is his sad story and yours,
it is a true story,
one we all have put together
and collaborated upon.

One day you all may sit down
and refuse to rise.
Let us hope you have liars
for friends....

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