Short Timers Poems
Short Timers Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Timers by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Timers by length and keyword.
Thought I had it made, love spilled out from all of me!
Thought I had if made, then I remembered, you were not free!
Two Timers Contest by Debbie Guzzi
TIME
passes
timepieces
sundials, water clocks
known relics of past time
timers supplant the hourglass
“I-phones put the wristwatch on hold.”
revised June 21, 2014, Spring Equinox.
Noah marched all creatures in the ark two-by-twos,
Including bugs, elephants and a pair of fiesty gnus!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Entry for Debbie Guzzi's "Two Timers" Contest
JEANETTE AND NELSON
jeanette and nelson
nothing sweeter, more serene
a lost innocence
Sweethearts of the 30s –
We old timers can’t forget them
And when they sing together
We weep.
Jeanette McDonald
And
Nelson Eddy
She is a delight – in looks and in personality.
We surround her at lunch, wanting to hear her tinkling laugh.
She admires us and enjoys all of our stories.
We can tell the same story sixteen times.
She laughs each time as if she has never heard it.
All old timers need a nurse like this one!
a house of color
dressed in shades of pink and blue
and eaves iced with white
lights from outside warmth
on winter roses- sparkling
snowflakes on petals
standing on the porch
joyful children caroling
singing in rhythm
old-timers awake
to the sounds of silent night
they then watch- with love
when I get a poetry critique I smile
then I race to the culprit’s page
to see if they have written more than fifty poems
None of them so far has written over twenty-two poems
I think this is curious.
The long-timers keep their snooty opinions to themselves
whereas the newcomers often think they know more
about your poem than you do.
May we be blessed to acknowledge all the wonders in our life
that have, for us, thus far accrued…
and to begin each day with a word of thanks…
and thoughts of gratitude.
Today I’m thankful for baseball
and the wisdom of Babe Ruth…
(Many old-timers will remember his name)
He said, ‘never let the fear of striking out
keep you from playing the game.’
Poetry Soup is such a friendly place
For aspiring poets, long timers, too,
Who are looking for a warm embrace
Poetry Soup is such a friendly place
For excellent poets looking for space
Where almost no subject is taboo
Poetry Soup is such a friendly place
For aspiring poets, long timers, too.
written January 14, 2022
A little of you each day brings sweat and nausea,
Once bitten twice shy I lust deeply for you,
But you flow to flout my very existence,
Seduced to quiver I live only for you.
Lips touch and you turn red to blue in primers,
Don't worry it is kinky for first timers,
Gladly I would lick beads of perspiration,
And hold your soul to ransom with perfection.
I Salute the Veterans
By Franklin Price
11/8/2015
I salute the veterans
My hand is to my brow
Standing at attention
I recognize us now
My brothers and my sisters
Short timers, lifers, all
I commend us for our service
When our country came to call
We answered to our nation
To protect an oath we gave
All of us gave something
Some gave all unto the grave
Simultaneous the sting,
Those who two-time on the wing.
Each at fault began the fling.
Subterfuge, a complex thing.
Schedules smeared and rearranged.
Missing gaps in time explained.
Lies to memorize, maintain.
Learn the lying details game.
Shelf life of adultery
Locked away for none to see.
Those who trusted while deceived,
Hold, and rightly so, the key.
Gene Bourne.
06-26-14
Two old timers sharing a good laugh
While reminiscing on yesterdays
As they split old stories in half
Some stories are blurred and remain in the grays
You may find them on the park bench no matter the clime
Exchanging stories and sharing a laugh
Repeating the same ones from time to time
And splitting old jokes in half
4-13-19
Free Verse Or Rhyme Contest
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The Spa: Fibonacci-Rhyme
The
Spa
when used
be confused
by most first-timers
yet not a case for old-timers.
As timetables vary per clients customary,
employees plan on weekly, shifts expected, with clientele care to be primary.
2022 January 14
HMS; 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, syllables.
Senile Stork is out of control again
He brought a full sized eight-year-old to the newcomers
They were irritated to the max
Why don’t they retire that old bird?
It is not easy getting rid of these old-timers
Especially when they are not willing to go
He bit the hand off the last person who tried to boss him
“We can get used to her!” the new daddy said after hearing this.
“She is darling!” said his wife.
I love to go to Mardi Gras
And see the girls cast off their bra
As if it were their sole faux-pas
In dancing through their last hurrah
I do not know just where they went
I can not guess what charms were Lent
But I suspect the knight was spent
In screwing odds they might repent
You're sure to hear old-timers say,
"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may"
But ashes mark the end of play
The fun begins on Judgment day!
Old timers say there’s a corner of the bayou in New Orleans
Where booby footed pelicans and pink lovebirds are seen
in a totem made along with turtle who has a needle nose
and wildly colored chameleon who is wearing clothes
At the bottom of this spirited display is a large crock
Pretending to be a piece of driftwood or a purple rock
But if you see a large red eye open, you’d best be on your way
For this giant crocodile is fierce, and he does not play.
Why so you think you run me
like a machine
with switches and knobs
with timers and clicks
everything I do
is controlled by you
I love you so much
but i goot move on
because if I don't
my heart will be lone gone
I'm not your toy
I'm not to play wit
And if you don't stop now
You will in a bit
Leave me alone
Get away from me
Get out of my space
Out of my private zone
Must you be around me
Why won't you let me be
Let me live my life
Let me be me
We kids sled
past the home of so-long-ago.
We kids wear
snow-black boots and warm
mittens. We kids sled,
on a cold sunny day,
across the Vale’s backyard;
Old-timers let
us kids sled
through flurried laughter,
cheeks frozen-red,
and out all day,
it seemed.
What was Mom doing,
I wonder? I wish I could
dust off the window
and see her
and get a tear in my eye.
The teardrop shape is frozen
in time. We kids sled
without a care in the world.