Short Olds Poems
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Untold laughter shaking her loudly
Diabolical and ruthless
Ninety-year-old’s privilege
Fooling almost no one
Delighting her cat
Smirking with mirth
Partner in
Friendship
Crime
Away with weeping
Away with goofs
Away with drags
Away with fret
Away with former self
Away with former ways
Away with former sins
Away with former works
Away with former deeds
Way gone
Love
Lord
I am hot, cold, joyful, sad
I feel well, sick, sullen, mad
Depending who I am with, I am good or bad
I am grumpy, excited, eager too
These feelings come in bulk; maybe I’m blue?
I’m thirteen years old, so I have more than a few.
Insanely bad mood
Snippy and snarling
He is four-years-old
Fighting his nap time
Baby sitter folds
He falls asleep
at six o’clock
when parents come
to take him home
grouchy boy
cannot eat
wants his bed
routine
broken
sad
There is nothing like two year olds
They are like robots, only repeating what they are told
we are often in awe of some of their sayings
some of their words stop us from turning pages
they jump, play and just run wild
we look at them with wonder and smile
they came from us, but we ask whose child?
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*Image of Conhece-te a ti mesmo (Know thyself) by Pinterest.
Frisky as Two-Year-Olds
HIM: Anything unputdownable?
HER: Yes, and you?
HIM: Lucky, we're here, we'll continue indoors ... and leave the book!
HER: Don't forget the kids, I'll carry Puddy-Tat upstairs ...
HIM: I'll persuade Pup-Tart outside.
HER: Meet you at the rendezvous!
2022 July 25
*3rd Place*
Short verse inspired by pictures
~~Lisa YY: Judged 2022 August 09
*PS Grammar; 40 words exact
In stanzas rich with life's profound embrace,
Sharon Olds wove words, a poetic grace.
Verses danced, a vibrant, candid stream,
Her pen a beacon, in reality's dream.
Through life's tapestry, her verses told,
Of love's ardor, and stories bold.
Yet, time's relentless, inevitable tide,
Embraced her gently, where poets bide.
In the quiet realm where shadows play,
Sharon's ink echoes, an eternal display.
Her legacy, a testament to art's breath,
In life and death, she conquered death.