One moment in your eyes
and suddenly I find tranquility,
again...
In a flash the memory returns
of who we used to be.
One threescore year and ten
each second is re-lived.
In a single flash of smile,
the world is ours again.
One moment you are in my presence,
and the next we part like a last Amen!
It is your heart that keeps me young,
time and time again
time and time again
time and time again !
Categories:
threescore, appreciation, lost love,
Form: Free verse
They’re on the march again
Cool jerk protesting
has turned into
hip-hop stylus skipping
That same delusional dream
make you wanna ...
make you wanna
Make you wanna
keep a time capsule sleeping
Demockcrysieze favorite patronized people
are on the march once more
Their circular logic
is the insomnia same as it was sixty years before —
Shuffling along,
dancing predictably
to the same old Triple color cloth con threescore
That imaginary dream
continue to march
to an alternate reality drumbeat
As their civil rights keep auto-repeat
get trampled on con-stitutionally
I square
for the life of me,
those jitter bugging, ballot blind people
don’t wanna see
the root cause
that makes them so half-stepping feeble
I dawn surmise,
woke theorize
Dem marching orders
is what make King mocking birds of pray
suppressed vote sing
Categories:
threescore, dream, history, perspective, sleep,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Time Flies
(whether you’re having fun or not)
By: Miracle Man
11-11-2019
Each day as I witness the sun come up,
I’m reminded of time’s muted counting.
While time is making no audible sound,
Earthly years continue their mounting.*
Age wasn’t introduced by a calling card,
I awoke to its lurking outside my door.
Counted days, had changed my thinking,
At eighty I ponder, are there many more?
*Psalms 90:10
The days of our years [are] threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength [they be] fourscore years, yet [is] their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
Categories:
threescore, age, god, time,
Form: Lyric
Living on Tulsa Time
Oops Borrowed Time
Written: by Tom Wright
4/25/2018
As my body infrastructure has begun to crumble,
Time has slowed my steps and I’ve began to stumble.
Body parts have become worn and some were replaced,
And I must rely on memory when my past is retraced.
I’ve lived an active life and for that I now am paying,
Practically everything hurts which is quite dismaying.
It seems most of my body parts are in need of mending,
But, as a fighter I won’t quit, I’ll continue until my ending.
I’ve lived a blessed life, and deem myself, being endowed,
My invested life years are more than God ever vowed.*
* Psalm 90:10 K.J.V.
The days of our years are threescore years and ten;
Categories:
threescore, god, time,
Form: Couplet
attract attention
attract and repel
repel the invader
repel mosquitoes
mosquitoes carry malaria
mosquitoes bite
bite the bullet
bite the hand that feeds
feeds on animosity
feeds on carrion
carry on your luggage
carrion eater
eater of flesh
eater of words
words to live by
words of wisdom
wisdom teeth
wisdom comes with age
age of aquarius
age before beauty
beauty is in the eye of the beholder
beauty is only skin deep
deep sea diving
deep six
six hundred threescore and six
six gun
gun collector
gun control
control yourself
control freak
freak out
freak show
show no emotion
show and tell
tell no tales
tell the truth
truth or consequences
truth or dare
dare to be dumb
dare to keep kids off drugs
drugs and drinking
drugs, sex and rock 'n roll
roll out the barrel
roll over beethoven
beethoven ludwig van
beethoven's fifth
fifth amendment
fifth of whiskey
whiskey
amendment
Categories:
threescore, word play,
Form: Blitz
Threescore and ten
The good book says
So he’s well over-spent
A younger man with years in hand
Would frown upon his mortal end
Yet he in deficit
Is more ready than me
Overtaken by a changing world
He’s left behind leaning on a stick
His friends have gone one by one
And he is left in pain
With trembling hands he drinks his tea
And talks repeatedly
Of memories from yesteryear
In resignation
A courageous smile graces a wrinkled face
Etched in wisdom of years gone by
And says
It’s time
Categories:
threescore, old,
Form: Free verse
Guess what, today I have become
A septuagenarian.
“A what, a vegetarian?”
No dude! One who turns seventy.
You’d think I’d be a happy guy
For surviving this length of time;
I’m not! Psalm ninety verse ten states:
The days of our years [are] threescore
Years and ten; and if by reason
Of strength [they be] fourscore years, yet
[Is] their strength labour and sorrow;
For it is soon cut off, and we
Fly away. A dismal future
I have in store for me. Amen.
Categories:
threescore, religionstrength,
Form: Verse
Testament, Revelation
This darkness creation
His dark disciples transfix
Six hundred threescore and six
His number is feared
In the world of the light
He may be the saviour
Who's wrong, who's right
Six one six
Also in history
To reveal it's reality
Open it's mystery
This numbers power
Makes people react
The righteous blaspheme
Their fears interact
Will there come a day
From Hades they feast
Six sixty six
The number of the beast
Categories:
threescore, life, religion
Form: Rhyme
Eclipse Of The Soul
By: Noel N. Villarosa
Plants harmonize to the sun to bring life aglow
And to rest at the night’s luminary
The sea is waiting for the wind to blow
And serve as a cradle for fish hatchery
And mankind, on the hustle and bustle of each day
Gyrate on a merry-go-round, so tedious
Withal, a wishy-washy self
And a thrall of his own fear
Thither that place called ‘hades’
And in his dream the edelweiss and wisteria
Go down to ecocide
The fierce billow has taken many billets-doux
Into a forlorn land
Pensive for a homing pigeon to carry his thought to God
That once awaken, a harmonica is playing
And a new paradise for dwelling
Many at threescore are not contented
And praying for a longer life
But many committed blasphemy so umpteen
And now yelling for the forgiveness of sin
And the fracas he brought to nature
Now mankind is waiting for the great covenant
For the realization of life, truth, and love as above all
And the destruction of sin, sickness, and death
Before he sees the complete eclipse of his soul
Written and posted in voicesnet.com poetry site: 28 October 2009
Categories:
threescore, confusion, faith, hope, life,
Form: Free verse
There’s but a step between me and death.
From dust I came, to dust I return,
For my days are made as a handbreath.
As a shadow and vapor is man’s breath;
So to number my days I must learn,
Since I’ve spent them as a tale that’s told.
I know my years are threescore and ten;
Though, by strength some are eighty years old.
Still, through labor and sorrow wings unfold.
None has power of flight now knows when,
Rightfully; all go unto one place;
Both the beast and man’s fate is the same.
So how eminent is this human race?
Who knows which spirit rises? Which is base?
Only those who have trusted the Name.
Thus, I ask, “Death where is thy sting?”
I die daily redeeming the time,
Til my judgement or the day of the king.
O grave there’s no victory that you bring
For I have hope of change sublime.
Categories:
threescore, death, faith, hope, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme