Short Seventy Four Poems

Turn the therapy into a hustle....

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     Happy Birthday to me
       Say bye to seventy-three

     I’m seventy-four now
       My ox to be gored
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I heard the thunder,
a sound from seventy-four,
Bringing the lightning,
With nowhere to run and hide,
Did you feel that purple storm?
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Solemn prayers rise,
Guided by the light of day:
Votive candles praise.

Sunday liturgy,
Seventy-four Hail Mary’s:
Resonate requests....

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When I am seventy-four 
I will apologize.
It will be a narrative
of explanations,
an elaborate blush.
I will say
“oh God”
to smooth the past....

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War is Peace
   Freedom is Slavery
   Ignorance is Strength
      ~ George Orwell, 1948

   Lies are Truth
   Democracy is Tyranny
   Might Makes Right
      ~ From Russia with Love, 2022...

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are the hummingbirds still around?
I feel guilty
have not refreshed their feeder in ten days
are they lingering near, hoping I will remember?
Have I killed them?
will they ever come back?
it is mid October
but unusually warm at seventy-four degrees.
I decide to replenish their food
feeling better now...

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“Seventy-four is about apology,” said Ferdy. 
“Well apology and memory. 
If you have literary pretensions, it's about 
apology and narrative.” 

Ferdy's class sat there dumfounded. 
This was a little different from the usual class. 
“The only question left is 
how much apology is needed? when can one let up?”...

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Baseball cards oh so many,
I had two, three and four,
of each one, I had.
The trouble is there gone for evermore.

I had the rookies of Mantle, Mays,
really I did, honest I did.
Where are they now?
Well, they went their ways.

Started collecting again in seventy-four,
once again, oh so many,
three, four of each one,
this time I will keep and start me a store.

wrote 6-18-90...

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demure pink panties
orange in the glow of the streetlights
d
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      g
        l
         i
          n
           g
from a petite
cinnamon colored ankle
the bronze back of ghetto lust
flexes and glistens
above the writhing form of sensuality incarnate

battle of the sexes

the incubus versus the succubus
in a seventy-four chevy

write your name on the window
has you pass by...

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I left at sixteen slamming the front door,
I returned at seventy-four,
gently pushing against rusted hinges.

I won't say I took a long road.
I'll not wail of the shortness of it.
It was just a road,
one that walked me,
flew me, rode me
tramped over me
took me high as low can go.

I'm not gonna say I am at the end of it,
I am just back
and only now entering
a house once left
suspecting that all storm shelters
                          were the same....

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You starred as George Jefferson and Deacon Frye.
It's a known fact that you were one hell of a guy.
You and your TV wife also guest starred on Lois & Clark.
When it came to stardom, you definitely left your mark.

I loved to watch the Jeffersons when I was a boy.
Seeing you act was what millions of people enjoyed.
Sadly you've died at the age of seventy-four.
People are sad because you can't act anymore.

(Dedicated to Sherman Hemsley who passed away July 24, 2012.)...

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