Short Olden Days Poems

wonder of the world
masterpiece of olden days
a jigsaw puzzle...

Read More

Rustling epic tales,
Aged limbs whisper to the grains:
Myths of olden days....

Read More

White-bearded man puffed...
And found the scent of  his yore,
In my purple youth...

Read More

Senile
conversations
of long lost olden days-
yesterday's forgotten stories
repeat....

Read More

Senile
conversations
of long lost olden days-
yesterday's forgotten stories
repeat....

Read More

'Twas when I was but a lass,
Babies were adopted, alas,
But some were happy, they say,
Stolen white kids, olden days....

Read More

in to the covers of sea 
i can see up a boat 

sails around us 
with blazy wind of blow
toward the shine of sun 
through the shines of moon...

Read More

From finite
Garner nostalgia
From olden days;
Golden rays,
Green boughs,
Soft meadows,
Stars reflecting hope.
The elder watched
The constellations,
Shaping and re-shaping....

Read More

April Fools Day remember that
Back in the olden days before I took naps
A young whipper-snapper
Full of vim and vigor
Played tricks on old people and all that crap...

Read More

Senile
conversations
of long lost
  olden days
 forgotten stories
on repeat

Childhood-
remembered
  pictures
without perspective
  through a lens
close-up
just out of reach
yesterday's
  dreams...

Read More

From the womb
broken harmony and chord 
lonely
fires set deep within
perceptions unfolding

A tear at birth
flows to olden days
the longest river of sadness
raging madness

Inside that single tear
I drowned...

Read More

Fizz- mongering *,the selfie of olden days
fizz ..or face ..that is to say
monger ...a merchandiser..to sell
both phrases forgotten..ditched of late
for my English languages..changes..& never dates

*portrait. artist...

Read More

Listen to poem:

From olden days of gods and goddesses,
Most of them did not keep their promises,
When we had appeased
They mostly had teased
Today, they are just some hypothesis.


2020 February 06
Your Best NEW Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin


Howmanysyllables;
10,10,5,5,10...

Read More

Robin, 
like last leaf 
of autumn,

clings 
to a velvet 
rose.  Ah, 

such a lovely 
scene, from painted 
prose of God, 

the Unseen- 
of which thru his artwork 
reminded me of 

a child 
holding sweet mama, 
‘til he was being 

breezed away 
into manhood, by the thrilling 
wings of her olden days....

Read More

Distance does not impede her grace
innocence shines on her face
carry on we say
carry us away
Write for us of those olden days
carry our mindset's to child's play.

Days come and go, but she carries
her dreams to us and memories
carry on we say
carry us away
Never leave us alone in reverie.


Dedicated to Carrie Richards...

Read More

As we decided on my fate for the week. 

Soon I would be back, sad and meek. 

And we would try another combination. 

Which I would try with hesitation. 

But this time has no chance of lasting. 

These are the olden days that are passing. 

For the future is strong. 

Just like my perception for now is wrong....

Read More

The thundered hooves of horses wild
In faded thoughts still softly sound
From distant thunder Mustang style
The thundered hooves of horses wild
Still echo back from times beguiled
Of olden days and men renown
The thundered hooves of horses wild
In faded thoughts still softly sound.



                           Timothy I. Brumley...

Read More

The daddy comes down the stairs.
So what were you guys talking about?
He is five
Thinks he is on the same level as every person on the planet
I marvel at his presumption
We would have never thought to interrogate adults
About their conversation
in the olden days
when we were kids
we might have been tossed out of the covered wagon on our rear...

Read More

THE SUN BURNS ON MY FACE LIKE THE CRUST OF THE EARTH.

MY FLESH FEELS LIKE DEW AS IF I WERE FRESH FROM BIRTH.

I LONGED TO HEAR UR RASPY VOICE BLOWING THRU THE TREES.

AS IN OLDEN DAYS WHEN THE SOUND WOULD BRING ME TO MY KNEES.

I'VE OFTEN WONDERED WHAT I'D SAY IF I SAW UR FACE AGAIN.

BUT NOW THAT I HAVE IT'S BITTERSWEET AND NOW THIS IS THE END!!!!!!...

Read More

A woman 
Is no longer a prisoner 
In a family
Like the olden days
Now
With her own pursuits
Own interests
Own wellbeings
And
No more intensive pressures
From the mother-in-law
Or anyone else's dictatorship
A new person is born
To the society
To a new era
And now
The death of a prisoner
Has ended the miserable stories
Of women 
In the olden days...

Read More

So, it is over…
we’ll just leave the beauty and gentle touch 
of silver pillows in vain?

The memory 
of first date, 
no longer binds us?

Though, I still hear the birds, 
singing the hymns of life 
to us, who fears to look back and admit

…about olden days 
when we were together,
in love. Think about it… 

what’ll happen, when the birds stop singing…?...

Read More

A blot they want to wash, detergents do not work
Ineffectual, institutional and cover ups a stir
Excuses abound, squirming hierarchy found 
"Its just a darkie, why so narky"
The corridors would sound
It still goes on, gone several years 
Distrustful patronising leaders
A scurge we hope that does not surge 
To Nazi ways and olden days
Where races they would purge...

Read More

My I-phone rang yesterday; it was a number I did not know
Next to it words read “Scam likely”
how many people would race to answer this one?
I rolled my eyes, glad for a modern day phone.
In the olden days we would have salesmen all the time.
Trying to sell us siding, cars, a new modern mop.
I used to hand the phone to a toddler until they hung up.
Made the toddler happy too....

Read More

A Journey By Sea

The water rose and fell,
The wind dropped and blew,
We continued to sail,
Through dust and through dew,

The sails were hoisted,
The captain took the wheel,
The man in the crows’ nest,
Warned of a whales or a seal.

The captain steered,
With strength and might,
To reach safe land,
Before the dead of night.

Can we forget? Not we,
The olden days and the journey by sea?...

Read More

Trains, planes and automobiles all require fuel
But the best form of transportation was a gift from God
Clad in socks, abused on jogs, squeezed into heels
When it comes to moving people, let's give feet the nod

Energy is something we had, not purchased
So let's take a few steps back in history
In olden days, we walked where we wanted to go 
Let's prove we can get around without an Energizer battery...

Read More