Retirement Travel Poems

20250525
After missing the train to Swan Hill.
I went Frankston and got off at Currum station.
A local bus 833 to Lake Patterson.
Walked right into a Retirement.
I...

Read More

Those were such happy days, for I had lately been deeded a farm,
My aunt and uncle were retiring, so tillage had lost its charm.

Since they...

Read More

the widows’ club
seasoned companions 
suitcases full of wit
playmates up for adventure
out for an escapade
consortium of allies
league of septuagenarians
a powerhouse of wisdom
tote travel bags of history



AP:...

Read More

Carpooling in the Monday traffic jam
Pondering what we are and who I am
Now that we finally raised a family
Is there anything left just for you...

Read More

Warrior
Musical, analytical, religious, artistic.
Son of soldiers.
Lover of Nelly, ragtime pianos, and rhythm guitars.
Who reels angst, inspiration, and regrets.
Who fears retirement, isolation, and mediocrity.
Who would like...

Read More

It's been a while
Lest it takes not another mile
Surfing is the quench for rest
On this journey full of thirst...

Read More

MY LIFE

Born in Dublin on Saint Patrick's Day
School; spelling champ; steady girl
Senior Prom; graduation; went away
Air Force career; traveled the world

Turkey; Germany; England; Japan
Korea; Vietnam;...

Read More

I heard you just retired today
Now I have something to say
Get your head out of the sky
Don’t let your life pass you by
Pack your bags,...

Read More

OLD WEATHERED BIKER

Come sit by my side and stories be told
of bikes and good times on open road
Winding our way to destinations desired
under wind, rain...

Read More

As the morning glory blooms,

My mind as fresh as an untouched loom,

Still with all the day's unsettled errands,

Yet dreaming to visit South Africa's Kurland,

For a...

Read More

Poet:  Ken Jordan
Poem:  Old Train 
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan 
written: May/2015


           ...

Read More

it's broken, the tarmac's crooked,
and it's full of gaping mouths,
and you have to dodge them, 
to save your wheels,
and God!...Jesus! the stink of 
fly-blown fish...

Read More

As the head emerges
from the womb of soil,
brightly declaring its birth
in the scream of birds,
the new day is born,
a life to live to night,
as the...

Read More

He's a versatile "man of all trades,"
pursues anything new, virtually self-made.
He's a photographer, a minister and a poet,
immerses himself totally but before you know it

he's...

Read More

Farewell, then, AUKN boss,
The next this year makes three.
By the time they find a substitute,
Slovenes will be at sea.

He tried to cover his behind;
AUKN boss...

Read More