Short Peopleold Poems
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The old women
sold flowers
at the promenade
“Buy a flower you can’t
smell them when you’re dead”
wise old woman…
Space Traveling man
alone within his steel can
Laying down thinking
A really old haiku of mine, so old that I don't even remember writing it lol
HAPPY OLD MAN
Happy old man
Alone watching television
No cards no phone calls
Tin of beans for dinner
Son in Los Angeles
Daughter in London
They must have been
Too busy to call
He understands
He loves them
For they are his children
Happy old man
An ugly, old fellow reaches high
Through his gold and many fine lines
He grabs youth and beauty he lacks
The cursed blessing twice it blacks
The odd couple consummates ambitions’
Love; rather than Love’s ambitions
The exchange, rather short
Owing to the tragedy of life
The young must do the striving;
For the old will still be dying.
You wear luck
Like you were born to it
Bred to it
Like pink skin over old scars
New spanking suits on old men
This kalaidescope of favor
Falls directly into your lap
Yet
When your luck runs out
You scream and shout to the angels
Now you are in a place
Where cherubim and seraphim turn a
Deaf ear
You are forever bound to a solitary
Fortune
A rugged face, generations old
This old heart once fiery and bold
An age ago passion burned within him
A spirit and pride never to be broken
His life devoted to frugal comfort and
His passion, devoted to the things of the soul
Nowdays standing along his old streets
Amongst shadows where old ghosts meet
Not many faces turn, no need, these days,
Just a blind eye for his dying ways
I am stuck in the stone ages
When I am at my mom’s house
I have no computer
Or TV
But I have my broken down tape player
And I know the people in these old movies
I know Michael J. Fox
And I know the movie the princess bride
If you ask any of the kids I know about those movies and people
They’ll say “what?”
It makes me feel good
That I know these old movies
Because it means I haven’t forgotten the past
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The little pub was quiet,
the waitress in repose,
but I needed some hot coffee
and a chance to warm my toes.
As I sat, content to sip my cup,
the old crowd filtered in.
So happy just to reunite
and see old friends again.
A glad hand here, a how you are,
a word about the weather.
Not important what we say or do,
just glad to be together.
We dispersed then, a bit refreshed,
another day to face.
The world without our loving friends
would be a lonely place.
AS I WALK ON BY, I SEE PEOPLE IN DIFFERENT FORM OF LIVES
SOME WONDERING ABOUT SURVIVING THE DAY AND THE COLD NIGHT
THEN MY EYE GLIMPSE A OLD TREE THAT HAS FORGOTTEN TO BREEZE
THERE HE SITS BEFRIENDING HIS ONE AND ONLY OLD STICK
ANOTHER PERSON I SEE, LOOKING FOR A REASON TO BELIEVE
OR THINKING FOR A REASON TO END THE MISERY
DOWN THE LANE IN THE RESTAURANT, ORDERING FOOD TO QUENCH THE TASTE
OUTSIDE THE DOOR STANDS A MAN SO POOR WANTING A PIECE OF THE BROKEN BONES
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