Short Sixty Poems
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Sixty Poems
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Jim Horn
America plagued by terror
Murder and hate wherever you turn
Country gone the way of Watts, ‘65
~ “Burn, baby burn”
Apart from each other we've grown
Time spent with me, away you've thrown
Thanks for letting me drown alone
Right way to learn, to me, you've shown
high school reunion
eyes gawk at my youthful look--
facelift unnoticed
For Mick Talbot's Senryu Contest
~my aunt's anti-aging search 7/7/2018
In his spare time goes on poem writing sprees,
he lives in Florida but not as a retiree,
todays his birthday,
alls we can say is,
Happy 60th Mike you are pretty nifty!
12-12-16
I spread her wanting derriere as making love unto she..
Perfect sweetness; cumming, and all I could do was enjoy while
My heart raced to catch her haloes breath; sucking, her beautiful breast.
in a series of stops and starts
on bouncing back and broken hearts
vicious cycle of love and hate
all you want can blame your fate
each time i close my eyes, i see
someone struggling, fighting, it's me
Why is the number sixty-nine so important to us guys
Why not seventy-two or thirty-six or even five
Always puzzled me
Sends me up a tree
Now there's a thought, but must be hard on the thighs
so much beauty
in this world
that I must blink
with astonishment
to hold back my tears.
If I could not blink
I fear, sixty per cent
of who I am,
would leave me,
in their abject eagerness
to kiss the earth.
gold leaf murals sparkling on old fashioned carousel
memories from years ago float into my riding brain
I watch the other riders, barely noticing Eiffel Tower
wondering if their memories will last sixty years like mine.
Now that my love is the sixty-four dollar question.
Named for a TV show back in the 40’s, before most of you were born.
Maybe even before your parents were born.
And guess what the grand prize was in the 40’s?
You guessed it!
Will I meet you at ninety
just two and one-half years away?
Will the time between now and then
help encourage me to stay
to gather more fine days beyond
and still share my old heart with love?
I'm doing my best each day.
Since I am over sixty,
Me, people try to console!
They give all advice to soothe my soul!
I tell them that I am in fine fettle,
They fail to understand my mettle!
I tell them not to be sympathetic!
Who listens? Each one is apathetic!
Am having a birthday party
and many are invited,
please, each bring a candle
and I'll surely try to light it
There will not be a special cake
with lit candles, sing "tra la la,"
just don't mention nine sixty nine,
only "Many more, Methusalah"
Form:
terrified that you might lose me
petrified with the "you and me"
yes, the best things in life are free
and from you i want to be free
we add, we remove and we keep
promises at times we don't keep
on you, on us, i'm losing sleep
i'm done counting a herd of sheep
A French cafe in time and space,
where I would face,
you sitting there,
with your eclair.
One minute where worlds collided,
fates decided,
to my regret,
that our eyes met.
Sixty seconds of my mistake,
at buying cake,
stood in that queue,
when I blamed choux.
a musical trio
livening up the prairie
enthusiastic beatnik dog on bongo drums
terrifically talented tambourine-playing Tomcat
Romanian beauty with flashing eyes with a ukulele
people arrive to sing along and dance
it feels like the seventies
Woodstock sixty years later
Who is the Queen?
When all is said and done.
A nice old lady who wears nice hats
And in life has had a decent run.
Her servants do the weekly shopping.
She watches Corrie when at home.
And maybe like you she reads the Sun
Whilst seated on the throne.
Psychedelic
Good times
Woodstock
Peace love
Long hair
Bell bottom
Jeans and beads
Guitars strumming
Hippies
Around a campfire
Singing
Free style
How the lovin’ was easy
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~RANDOM MUSINGS VOL.2~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Skinny as Twiggy was in
Flat as a board
Not a millimeter sticking out
Not even her pout
Now it's all about curves
And 'bubble-butts'
Sticking out as far down there
As a dislocated jaw might jut
Friends, as far as this man's concerned
~ Either way, intimacy's spurned
Three-hundred and sixty-five days
Twenty-four hours spent
Could the days left be better used
Each designed with intent
This time in life with health going
What could be done each day?
Restore peace, life, and well-being
To the world come what may
Some thoughts inspired by the movie "The Good Lie"
I met me on the podium of time,
saw sixty years old wrinkles on the face,
with eyes scanning charted road to be walked,
lighted by the senile sun of twilight.
Looked back at the path of promise traveled,
felt I’d walk quite content to the dark end,
not count the footsteps to cross the last mile.
The river’s a ribbon on which we row.
The moon is a placid blossom of gold,
for we, passion-souled, imagine it so!
Mirrored in water’s each soft rippling fold
is Luna’s lovely pale petal-faced glow
and we are sailing on blue silk’s smooth flow!
Jan. 28, 2017 for the Contest of Laura Loo
Sixty Seconds
By: Ricky Jones
I have only just a minute
Only sixty seconds in it,
Forced upon me, can’t refuse it,
Didn’t seek it, didn’t choose it,
But it’s up to me – to use it,
I must suffer if I lose it,
Give account if I abuse it,
Just a tiny little minute
But eternity is destiny in it.
You just turned sixty and you're feeling blue.
You think that you're old but that's not true.
It's true that you're no longer young but you're not over the hill.
You think that your useful days are over but that's not how you should feel.
You still have a lot to offer to society.
You think you are old but that's not how you look to me.