Short Seventy Eight Poems

I don’t want to have to disappear 
for you to miss me....

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Look in the mirror
   What do you see?
If you're seventy-eight
   You might see twenty-three...

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American Pharoah,
swift as an arrow.
First triple crown winner to date,
since nineteen hundred and seventy-eight.

7/1/15...

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At Seventy-eight it will click
You're got the short end of the stick
If you want some fun
Better get it done
"The End" appears pretty damn quick!...

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“turn the table”


from sweet to sour is my listening taste
broken bouzouki Greek wedding plates
thirty-three to forty-five
or hearing live
when i’m sixty-four on seventy-eight...

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Blizzard of seventy-eight
Paralyzed USA’s middle state of Indiana
Not as awful as the great blizzard of 1888
Which dropped fifty inches of snow in three days

Even blizzard alley
Minnesota, North and South Dakota
Did not suffer from these two record
Monster blizzards...

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Frankly, you blew it, lost your cool;
you let loose and lambasted him.
Seventy-eight years, you ole fool,
frankly, you blew it, lost your cool.
You aren't ashamed? instead you drool.
Going to the pool for a swim?
Frankly, you blew it, lost your cool;
you let loose and lambasted him.
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Gideon is trembling with fear
His wife shivering with cold;
Some chattering sounds to bear;
A discomfort from The Cold
Now learnt a fitting lesson;
A bucketful to now heat
“Menthol at home a blessing 
To Life-Threatening Cold beat!?
He is near Seventy-Eight;
Agnes’ loss would be a weight?...

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My best friend and I,
Contemplate getting old.
Thinking of how our lives will play out.
Then our future became clear:
We will be ninety.
In a house with seventy cats.
With iron lungs by our sides.
She will turn to me. 
My best friend of seventy eight years, 
Will turn to me and say,
“I hope the cats eat you first.”...

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I love color, I have three light fixtures in this bedroom.
	That should have had one light fixture, but we built this house
		And I do not limit myself.

Someone asked me what the point of seventy-eight vibrant hand painted is	
	Neon canvases in your living room?
		Not someone who has been invited back.

Two points, rude person.	
	One, I am a proficient artist.
		Two, I love color and this is my house....

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They paid me seventy-eight dollars to break dance he told me
After he did a little break-dancing in my four foot by three-foot office
Slamming his feet into my desk and stuff.

Who paid you? I asked him.
Random people.
Where did they come from?
They came out of nowhere.

And they paid your seventy-eight dollars to break dance.
He says, “I know….my mom was amazed too.”
I get to spend all day with these little imaginations....

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  Now that I am seventy- eight
Standing long time_ not
In the spring blowing snot a lot
Wonder what seventy-nine holds

Wonder if I will see the calendar turn
Bring eighty to a fulfilled dream
Wonder if I will have enough steam
Just to get out of bed and make it up

I really don't worry about those things
God cared and brought me into the fold
Even though Satan my life tried to control 
Open the calendar and see what it brings
   ...

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At last, someone we can believe in
    no airs, no baggage, a sense of humor
  
  Pokes fun at himself, but not the next guy
    audiences ring with laughter, no one cries

  On the issues he's very well-informed
    tends to conserve, but unafraid to reform

  He even says, "I don't have all the answers now"
    ... probably won't tomorrow either, anyhow

  Only one slight problem with this ideal candidate
    Seems he died in eighteen-hundred seventy-eight...

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