Short Young And Foolish Poems

Welcome to the Tavern off Love
the old and wise and the young and foolish we charge a dollar
for lovers and poets the wine is free...

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Abstain from wine, women, and song, mostly song
Ya gotta trust me, have I ever steered ya wrong
Okay one time back in '56
Said Elvis wouldn't be hit
Young and foolish back then, but foolish all along ...

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When Sam was broke, young, and foolish
He hit the road hitchhiking across the U.S.
Getting rides from cars, trucks, and buses
Going down the freeway and back highways
And occasionally in a city
Watching a tram passing by
Thinking perhaps
I'd rather ride a train...

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Oh, young and foolish was I
Impetuous as an unleashed pony
In a lush green meadow
Where the fences were far away,
And I was free to explore.

October 27, 2021
for "Bite Size Poem No. 25" poetry contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier...

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~Young and foolish
   Full of Vodka one hundred proof
   Young and foolish
   The Vodka proof measures a fool
   Carefree times remaining aloof 
   Measured proof of foolish aloof 
    Young and foolish 

For and in Honor of Dr Ram
And “Contest Rondelet” 
 By John Moses Freeman...

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Listen to poem:

one after the other
all my mistakes i did with you
took life for granted
i was unseasoned and naïve
yes i should have known better
but i was young and foolish
it’s been a long time coming
i should have told you long ago
i have regrets and i’m sorry
but can’t turn back the hands of time




AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Posted on March 28, 2020...

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Fisticuffs
Miracle Man
12/23/2024

Brawling is only for the young and foolish,
those with a yet to be developed brain.
Instead of taking their cue from cupid,
many minds are centered on raising cane.

Advanced years 
transformed me from “Pit’” to chihuahua,
I bark from the porch but age stole my bite.
I’ve now become as “yellow as mustard,
and couldn’t be poured into a fight”.


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Two Lenses - Unchanged

When I was young and foolish
I’d do things not quite schoolish.
My naked feet danced barefoot  in the rain
splashing in water running toward the drains
until grams admonished me on my childish ways. 

Today,  I am always wearing socks and shoes
careful outside where my feet may get bruised,
but in the warm spring storms and  rainy days
I stand at the door and watch the children play
 whose simplistic innocence restores my youth....

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