Bouncing off a trampoline
Anton Dvorak fell on his head ~
A ‘cancelled Czech’
Poor Anton was dead
Long ago, in the 1600’s
Native Americans were not so financial...
Sold Manhattan for 24 bucks
A transaction they wish they could cancel
Categories:
the good old days, history, humor, nostalgia, word
Form: Rhyme
Then, the Good Old Days
Better than what’s now, always
This law, all obeys
When, in good times past
Bygones better, Everlast
Nows always surpassed
And, back further still
Even better then, until
The best be all's it’ll
But, this trend is woe
Each past better than then's now
Life keeps getting worse
‘Till, the Now-a-Days
At the bottom of the hill
Things aren't looking up
No, they’re not and won’t
All generations to come
The next Kids Today
Categories:
the good old days, funny, future, humorous, time,
Form: Senryu
Spending a day making donuts with Grandma
Categories:
the good old days, family, food,
Form: Monoku
I am yet to have the good old days
It has just been just wishes of death
To give me one big rest
When I have money
I am way too drunk
When I am poor
I am way too sad
In the Good Old Days
I had dreams of the better days
Tommorrow never came
Today never set
yesterday never stayed.
I hope these are not my good old days
I am still on my old ways
Getting lost in my dreams
I cant find a real place
If it downhill from here
Id rather death steaal me away
Categories:
the good old days, depression, emotions, lost, mental
Form: Free verse
Nothing rivaled the lemonade in Georgia.
Now, you could also find some damn good lemonade in the neighboring state of South Carolina. Virginians liked to think they too made fine lemonade, and it was better than anything north of the Potomac.
But the best was in Georgia.
And people in the good old days really did drink their lemonade on a lazy, late summer afternoon on the front porch of their wooden house as their kindly old dog, usually a Labrador or a golden retriever, lay down by their feet.
It happened exactly like that.
Just the way you’ve always pictured it.
Categories:
the good old days, america, history, mythology,
Form: Free verse
The boys at the school were constipated
So the nurse lined them up and gave them cod liver oil
Some tried to escape, but she was mighty
And she had nurse’s aides who dragged them back by their ears
The good old days when you could do such things
Categories:
the good old days, humorous,
Form: Light Verse
Whatever happened to the good old days,
when your phone would ring
and people called, just to say hello.
When the days seemed longer
and the work hours shorter ,
when laughter was heard from your neighbors
porch and there was always coffee on;
Whatever happened to the good old days,
when children would play outdoors
and we always made time for each other.
Categories:
the good old days, age, appreciation, day,
Form: Free verse
Let’s bring back those “Good old days”
Claim it’s for the best
Give everyone a washing bin
Lye soap and scrubbing board
Hang the clothes on a ‘clothes line”
Outside to let them dry
Bring back the “in ground” compost bin
Metal cans of un-bagged trash
Leave the mice and rats alone
They have a “lobby” of their own
Buy your groceries every day
In bags for which you have to pay
You’ll be in bed by ten at night
Cuz that’s when they’ll turn out the lights
So go ahead, I dare ya, Tweet it
They serve us CROW knowing we’ll eat it
John g. Lawless
©5/10/2023
Categories:
the good old days, environment, irony, political, pollution,
Form: Couplet
From side to side;
the smile of the morning sun,
and the cool of the midnight moon,
amidst the sparky stars.
I grin like a Cheshire cat.
as I seat underneath Divinity’s love for the globe;
the Soft breezes blow from odorous meadows
I get filled up with
nostalgic memories,
Oh! the good old days.
my dark brown eyes,
the dark youthful skin,
my frizzy youthful hair.
Everything retreated from me.
Oh! the good sweet old days,
Am now ancient,
My never ending epistemophilia and
wish to give the young people optimism.
my adaptability be exhume,
and live among the folk.
Change cannot be paused,
it’s an automatic,
it needs not your consent to transpire.
Wreathed in smiles,
about my then and now;
I go to slumber like
a bird singing on the tree.
I’ve tasted of life’s sweet wine.
Categories:
the good old days, 11th grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Ballade
It’s all too easy
To reminisce and languish in memories
Our mind tricks us
Rose coloured filter
Applied to events past
Negatives replaced with positives
Significant details omitted
Facts artfully edited
Festooning flourishes added
The canvas reworked
The narrative nudged
Remembrance airbrushed
Our role as protagonist enhanced
So yesteryear reappears with fondness
Illuminated with a soft romantic glow
Enhancing all things past
Thus we yearn for a return
To an illusion of time long gone
If only we could focus
And expend the same mental energy
Creating a positive present
And a future filled with promise
Stop clinging to the ephemeral “good old days”
Make your today count every day
And invest energy wisely in your tomorrow
Categories:
the good old days, poetry,
Form: Free verse
In the good old days, I rode all over town.
Our city had so many hills that on my bike
I’d be ploughing up one street, then racing down.
Loved that bike, but still don’t like to hike!
In the good old days, I ate a lot of food!
Didn’t gain an ounce of fat till I hit puberity.
No more eating for me any more just cause I’m in the mood!
I weigh myself each morning and count each calorie.
In the good old days with my siblings I would play.
Nowadays I’m at home and often alone.
That’s okay; I’m good with either way,
and I can always call my sisters up and talk by phone.
In the good old days, I could dream of dreamy guys,
and I could date a lot of guys (get different new first kisses -
sometimes great; sometimes not!) Today I have the prize
of nearly half a century spent now as a Missus!
Jan. 16, 2021
Categories:
the good old days, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
my Father’s smile is a memory dear to me
smelling freshly made bread and seeing frost on the trees
playing outside and feeling youthfully free
enjoying a family campfire in the evening breeze
I remember bicycle rides on country roads
my mother working hard to lessen our load
life in my youth before those dreaded crossroads
we played without internet and no download
we swung on ropes and climbed up hills
we dealt with our problems without taking a pill
I used my imagination for adventures and thrills
kisses on my cheek when I was feeling ill.
we danced in the rain and smelled the fresh flowers in May
I remember enjoying life in many different ways
we rode horses and cut our own hay
these are my memories of the good old days
January 16, 2021
Categories:
the good old days, family, memory, youth,
Form: Rhyme
His Master’s Voice Radio on a shelf,
only source of entertainment we had,
a brother, three sisters parents and self,
listening to top hits, was then a fad!
those Good old days- we were so glad!
no television to keep us for hours,
evening was for reading tutored by dad,
by nine were sleepy right under covers,
I was looked after as was youngest lad!
those Good old days- we were so glad!
toothpaste we chose by its nice taste and smell,
proud of our toothbrush like it was iPad,
was irrelevant if it cleaned teeth well,
we brushed teeth so mother wouldn’t be mad!
those Good old days- we were so glad!
beginning of school was most joyous day,
although end of holidays made us sad,
we had new clothes, new shoes, new friends to play,
in just one week we knew good friends from bad,
those Good old days- we were so glad!
1st placement
Mystic Rose Rose sponsored
Written 15/01/2021
The Good old days
20 lines with ababb rhyme pattern
10, 10,10,10,8 syllables each stanza
I have removed the last stanza to fit the competition rules.
Categories:
the good old days, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Way back in the mists of the 1950's
Transistor radios were really quite nifty
I saved for such a long time
Spent every last one of my dimes
Bought me a red crystal-set 'rocket ship'
A radio custom-built to take a long trip
Under the covers I'd dive about nine
The reception on WABC, New York, just fine
I'd stay up way past my bedtime
Thrilling to sportscasts in my secret shrine
You can probably guess how all this ended
My parents caught me, my secret upended
Yet they saw how I cried over how they'd pried
And pretty soon they too were so teary-eyed
They backed right down -- my dream hadn't died
~ Tears of laughter all three of us cried
January 13, 2021
The Good Old Days Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Categories:
the good old days, emotions, growing up, happy,
Form: Rhyme
The good old days was when we were kids
Living free and having fun
Not a care in the world
We made up our own games to play
Like hop-scotch, jump rope, tag
Red light even hide and seek
Kids were safe playing outside,
as long as they played in front of their door
The good old days was when we could
Go to bed and leave your doors unlock
Because the neighborhoods looked out
And had each other’s back
There was always one house
Where everyone love to hang out
The good old days was, when the music was hot
It was smooth R & B, and cool slow jams
And sitting on your front porch was
Where the party was, cook-outs
Gambling, playing board games, and cards
It was the bomb, and also downing a few cold ones
With the music playing loud, the food and good company
It was more fun back in the good old days
JANUARY 12, 2021
Categories:
the good old days, feelings,
Form: Free verse
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