Short Old(A) Poems

Artist John Everett Miliais
let  storyline comrinto play
Youth growing old a constant theme
often set as a dream...

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its that no doudt
get them out
soon snow
the  wind flake blow
your mouth toots
you dress  as a goat
this is young old a fat
you need indeed
COATS  HATS AND
BOOTS...

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Once there was a man called Peter “the Gun”
Fellow, not too old, a great expert with gun
Even though under the gun
At all times stick to his guns
Bloody this gun operates with a paint gun!...

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Beauty from within a web of silk a spider spins
Wrinkled and old a wealth of knowledge, behold
Slow down smell the flowers the meek with such power
Nida's web spun so nice with the love of Jesus our Christ
Born once, then again with faith love and hope in him...

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Something old, something blue,
Aged not old, a odd pairing, 
which unfits the mold.
Taste acquiring, 
pungent smell, 
putrid looks, 
uninspiring.
It is the dare that begs one to love it.
One good sense of five ain't too bad,
When you hold your nose, 
close your eyes
and taste it, 
breathlessly,
senselessly,
there's the rub....

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Shariah had turquoise hair and rouge so red.
Usually people like this are copse, they’re dead.
She must be fifty-years old a teenager said.
I rolled my eyes, at this young corn-fed.

Fifty is my daughter’s age.
She is actually fifty-one, on a yearly gauge.
So for him to say fifty as if it is a hundred and two.
Made me extra feisty, so I gave him the bottom of my shoe....

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Each new day has a new chapter to complete.


It is a miracle each new day,
the sun rising to greet the
human race a miracle on
the rise.

A miracle the time keeps ticking
by us 24 hours a day.
New Birth and death of old a
miracle to unfold.

Joy of our family, a table to
share the days events
a miracle.

Greet each moment of life
not expecting a miracle
for your life is a miracle....

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I am giving up
The stress is past the point of throwing up
Every day the same routine
The repetition has become obscene
My hands are blistered, sore and torn
While my face looks old a worn
If my nerves are bent any more
I will snap at the middle and break at the core
Just a little break
To relieve me from more than  can take
A rest for the weary is all I ask
A little relief from this stressful task...

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the cock crows
a-new
the signs old
knights fallen at night’s swords
the comets announce
that the old roads
lurk in a doomsday break
the goods of the soul
lie a-waiting
in the new life-bound
streams of sky-diamonds
soon there’s day-break!
there’re young shouts
of old a-waiting joy
in celestial cities
death shalt die the death
and saint in ascending ladders
of the air shalt home be going -
o, young new season’s
birth’d for me!...

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There together, side by side.
He, the pilot; she, the ride.

Same but different is their focus:
Hers a pattern; his a locus.

His, of old, a line of red;
Hers coerce a twisted thread.

Hers, producing loops and cables;
His, a safe trip home enables.

His propels across the vast;
Hers are going nowhere fast.

Hers produce a supple fleece;
His, in excess, draws police.

Neither, for the other’s, wheedles;
Each observing different needles....

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Faded Love

Vanishing rainbow, freezing rain, dead desire, broken life
Lost faith, sinking fate, desert life, fear, lost hope, a knife

A blade in a heart, that is dead, lost wistfulness, torn blood
But the love was for blue blood, not mine, dream said guys

A soul carries this misfortune throughout a life, sad lifetime
Always, every time on his way, suffering old, a young guy

My age gone
I loved her
Only love
My age young
Only love
gone
...

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Broke the door
Gotta Iphone4
A TV
Dvd
Laptop 
I can't stop
Popped back in the shop
Ooh! ooh! another Iphone
Gotta go home 
Cant carry any more
Me arms are gettin’ sore
But I think I can manage two more
So back into the store
For me 8month olds son a fluffy toy
And me 8year old a game boy
I think I will call it a day 
Gotta home quick a and sell them on ebay.

*Bloody riots in London. When all the smoke settles who pays for it we do, the tax payer Bollocks....

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Feline problems
 
The pride behind the sofa leaning against a wall
Are new-born puppies their mother tries to
Hide from me as I should care, but I wonder
How to get rid of them, a bucket of water?
 
You can’t see how old a dolphin is when it swims
I have never seen one with sagging skin.
 
Resolving the cat problem give me a headache
Obtuse is my thoughts on how to kill humanly?
Self-doubt was overtaking by pity for the kittens
Expunge them not possible, seven cats’ meows....

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Ruben, The Teaser 
I knew it was her when she entered the cafe 
had seen her before in a fake painting behind 
a bar in downtown New York this Rubenesque  
a  woman only this time she wore a short frock. 
those thighs could so easily strangulate man, 
and through her dress her nipples were big and 
visible. She had a glow in her face of a woman 
who had just made love or was going to 
Forty years too old, a sigh and I concentrated on
the schnitzel I was eating with salad and no spuds....

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