Short Seventy Nine Poems

Drew a line through us in the sand,
the ocean washed it away; 
Our initials remain together....

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It ends with your mouth, on mine,
in a co-op car park,
making out to sounds,
of nineteen, seventy-nine.
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Octogenarian

I would love to be an Octogenarian,
Now that I'm seventy-nine.
What joy to be an Octogenarian,
An Octogenarian will suit me just fine....

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Seen many splendid things in my seventy-nine years
But the one thing that stands out is the girlie's cute rear
If I lose my seeing
My touchy and feeling
Then I guess I might as well just call it a career


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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In the quiet ebon of morning,
Thoughts arrive as droplets from the sky.
I’ve expended too much of my seventy-nine years,
Waiting on a bus called someday;

Now that the bus has arrived I discover,
I don’t have the price of a ticket,
Indian Blankets don’t populate my meadow,
And my time for planting has passed.
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Seventy-nine and counting now:
I’ve got a little streak
continuing to close my rings;
obsession’s not yet peaked.

My wife says that I am possessed
by My Precious new watch,
that I’ve surpassed that Smeagol lad,
taken it up a notch.

But it’s no worse than poetry;
in fact, they’re both a win:
the one keeps dementia at bay,
the other keeps me thin....

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Seventh-eight water things
On the wall of a small bathroom
Or seventy-nine. Depends on which count I use.
Some people are overwhelmed.
Not me. I put them all on the walls.
If I take them down I will replace them.
With a giant wrap around mural
I have started it in my mind.
It will be just a tiny part of my legacy.
I like uncommon things done in uncommon way....

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It’s nine forty one a.m. I’m on the computer
The sunlight covers the city this morning
While playing solitaire I paused and looked out the window
And there she was taking her morning walk

She did not see me but I smiled knowing how secure 
And tranquil she appeared 
It’s already seventy nine degrees here in the valley

So she has a parasol to keep her cool and she’s
Strolling with a slow gate so she’s even cooler
Then she knows...

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Wrong Expiration Date
Written: by “The Protected One”
7/10/2018

I’ve modified or eliminated habits of late,
Sudden Cardiac Arrest was not endearing. 
As I stood at the threshold of Heaven’s gate,
I heard a choir singing and angels cheering.

Then God breathed life into a broken man,
And now I’m surviving on borrowed time.
Seventy nine years has been my life’s span,
At expiration date death’s bell will chime.
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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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