Short Lifeold Poems
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In the dark sky
the old moon rises
moving very high
buying by the prices
the old moon buys
whatever it likes
THE OLD MOON RISES
It’s that New Year smell,
And a New Year kiss,
On the same old lips.
It’s that New Year smell,
On a New day
Wishing all my old and new friends a
Happy New Year
mabe am a old hag
carry or old bag
you like shoes
that good new
you won't buy
i tell you no lie
am willing to sell
what you offer
don't ring abell
and that cool
am
JUST OLD NOT A FOOL
Form:
mysteries
of a broken window
haunt me
hand wrapped in newspaper and gauze
still drips blood
days later
turn away
he washes old wounds in the old laundry sink
lye soap
stinging
tears
regrets
truth
flow below
My apartment is empty and will forever be,
Its old and creepy
No one wants to stay there
Everyone tells me i was crazy to stay there as long as i did
i will not go there ever again.
My old apartment is creey and old and so full of mold.
Form:
Says, the old man begs him
each time he visits him at
the nursing home, to put a pillow
over his face while asleep help end
his suffering,
but he watches too many C.S.I spin-offs
on t/v ,
and the old guy’s just not worth the attention..
What once was my
golden age of youth,
is now my sunset
years of old age.
Am I wiser now?
or just as foolish.
If I pass on what
I have learned
then this old life I
have lived,
was not lived
in vain.
Written 6-10-11
She looked in the mirror
and giggled with pleasure
to see that she wore
her old clothes from her teens.
But then she recalled
that she wore them in pregnancy -
laughing out loud,
she still loved her old jeans.
Jack Horne for Nette's 'It's in the Jeans.'
We are never to young to take the reigns...
We can never be to old to feel the pain...
We are never to young to have our say..
We can never be to old to walk away...
We are never to quiet to be heard..
We can never be to loud to sound absurd
We can learn from the young and abserve from
the old.. But without living and learning from
either are minds would be sold..
It has come to my attention
so I thought that I might mention
to relieve your concern with old age
you really must turn the page
which will help to release any tension.
I'll mention, and I know that it's bold
but it's apparent that you must be told
although you're advancing in years
which is one of your major fears
it's not how old you are - it's how you are old!
When you stop to think about it…
I’m talking old movies with
All these old familiar faces
How names incredibly pop into your head
Bit players
In movies 70 and more years old
Edgar Buchanan
Leon Errol
Binnie Barnes
And strangely lots of names
Some of the more famous actors
Names escape memory
When you stop to think about it…..
How miraculous
They live
All dead but quite alive
To grow old is not
a vain thing to do,
to be young again is
not to be.
Life drifts by as
a blink of an eye
or as a shadow
passing over our heads.
Someday we will look
at our last sunset, when
we close our eyes
in death.
Wasted chances, dreams
faded away, never to
come to past,
will be forever gone.
Dreams can come to
you still, as long as
there is breathe
in your old body.
wrote 11-11-08
Going to bed; catch some zzzs
No, not now; don't wake me please!
Dream; to dream; of many things
Knights and wizards; even kings!
Just want to sleep the night away
Don't wake me up I please do pray!
So can function - good old brain
Without sleep I would go insane!
And without it would become quite moody
Don't want to become quite snooty!
So to trust one's good old brain
Just some sleep I need to gain!
It was simpler when I was young
Hyper self and uncensored tongue
Mindful now of what I do
All my thoughts were of the one
A goal that never would be done
Until I no longer cared
Now I'm seventeen years of age
Nearly time to turn the page
And join the masses of the others
Still I pine for way back when
When my life had just began
Seventeen and wise as the elders
But those old days are gone
But those old days are gone
Come on back
When I was a young man I dreamt a young man's dreams of bucolic fields and
mysterious streams
Those streams that would wisk me down to the sea.
There to board the ship that would carry me to far of lands and opportunity.
Now I am and old man and dream old man's dreams of the fire and hearth and
grandchildren's screams.
My ship now moored yet strains at the lines.
I hear her voice whisper come boy climb aboard let us journey one last time.
Form:
Everyday I wake
To the same old snake
Waiting to partake
In all my old mistakes
Everyday I contemplate
Taking the bait
Until I can’t see straight
Ignoring my abnormal fate
Everyday I detect
The weakness resting on my neck
Trying to redirect
The ways in which I reflect
Everyday I portray
The enemy, the prey
I must obey
Or I’ll surely pay
Everyday I wake
With that same old snake
Hissing lullabies of ache
It gives, it takes
Form:
The old dinner bell
sits silent now on its hook
Calls to meals no more
My Grandmother's bell
Rang every night for supper
We came a runnin'
Sunday fried chicken
Wednesday was a large pot roast
Friday was pork chops
I lived for those days
My three favorite meals
Ran fast on them days
Wash our hands and face
Sit down so that we can say grace
Pass the potatoes
Those days stay with me
I sometimes ring the old bell
Just because I can
Blind Mans Robbery..
Blind as a bat.
Mean as a snake.
Who feels like taking
This old mans place.
No respected I don’t get.
My cane does great, when I whip.
This old man has had enough.
If my cane does not work I will break out my gun.
I won’t go down with out a fight,
If they want money - just ask for it right.
I will write them a check, who carry’s cash at night?
Some people how they dumb can they be.
Trying to rob an old man that’s on social security.