Short Olden Days Poems
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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
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.
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
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
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
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
In olden days, in those years past,
We dreamt of something new.
Perhaps it was a fleeting thought,
Something we soon outgrew.
But our former dreams are meant to be resurrected,
In a fresh light, apart from all
The troubling things that are connected
With the things we once knew.
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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.
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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.
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
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.
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
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
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!!!!!!
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
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…?
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
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.
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?
Though the sea is far, the wind still flies thereto.
Though the sun is set, it's rays still shine from afar.
Once submerged in the vast beauty of this world,
Yet never stopped by the mundane rocks
I held in my hand.
The water still runs crisp and clear from the olden days
But the bridge above has forever collapsed.
Blossoms fall, littering the surface,
The empty tree stands, a timeless guard.
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
Very adornment it is,refuse to go away.Appearing again,again in my memory lanes like vehicles.A piece of clay to rumble the ways all I wanted to make everything that for me in my school days.Now working for my livelihood coming many things within my reach for money still some shortfalls in life unlike my school days with clay.Amazing this world that I let on to live with money everything how nice those olden days that a piece of clay played?
A friend so dear whom I do love
And whom I dream my future with
A stranger man thou art become
It is the thing I can’t believe.
Oh! I love the olden days
Of how we spent the lovely nights
With dancing feet along the way
With moon above and stars so bright
And how they think I am your wife.
When sultry winds do flip my hair
It is you who truly cares
And when life’s tempests hardly blew
With hope in hearts, we see it through.
I reminisce, I miss
The olden days
When we could just play,
No cares in the world
Just what we could do
So that we may have fun
And we would just
Whirl and twirl and
Be blissfully happy
Not having to worry
About what is to come
But to live in the moment
And be joyously well,
No negative thoughts
Or hurt plaguing us,
Only a good day
And a good way to spend it
These are the times
I reminisce, I miss
Written on March 21, 2021
Darkness falls in the heart of man
and silver wisps of sultry dream
take flight.
Wolves prowl the streets of
the Quarter and bay
golden notes into the night.
Those down-and-out play
their notes again while the
Boogie Men swing just right
while I walk these streets
wet with all their tears as a
ghost stands just out of sight-
Those 1920 olden days,
the raise the roof party craze
and that real boogie with old jazzy bite.
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