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The letters that tumble are
All out of order
But into the soup pot-
It just doesn’t matter
There’s HBP, RLS, DM
And then…
Here comes some more…
Don’t let them in!
Before the lid’s on…
A few more jump in!
And OA and LE
Don’t make me thin!
Of alphabet soup
I’ve had my fill
Cause each one comes
With a brand new pill.
So on NS
With all my friends
I’ll shake my tail feathers
So no more jump in!
And in return
My support will be
Always there
For GOs like me!
This poem was written while being on a forum called ,” Golden Oldies” or GOs
NS-NutriSystem HPB-High Blood Pressure RLS-Restless Leg Syndrome DM- Diabetes
OA-Osteoarthritis LE-Lymphedema
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I have so many thoughts
So many feelings
They want to spill out and
drip
down
the
page
Tears well up as I watch the
morning coverage of the
execution.
Our President speaks:
“We have carried out the severest sentence
for the greatest of crimes.”
Some are rejoicing. The monster is dead.
The pungent aroma of hatred and bitterness
can be tasted.
I am overwhelmed by sorrow
I cry for all the little children who lost their
lives.
I cry for all who lost loved ones.
I cry for a young man who lost his way.
I cry for his parents who lost a son.
I cry for myself- for the loss of my faith,
a simple faith in the traditional God.
So …where do we go from here?
I guess it’s up to us.
I hear a faint melody
coming from the center of my soul.
I can’t make it out, but
It sounds like
Hope.
6/11/2001
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I
Like
Free verse
Much better
Than a McWhirtle
But I am pleased to know this form
Since yesterday I had no clue of its existence!
You
May
Think that
This is not
Real poetry ‘cause
Nowhere does it rhyme yet it is
A favorite of mine, a Fibonacci, my choice.
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To My Doctor
I’m sitting in your exam room
Wondering what I’ll say
In answer to your question,
“How’s it going today?”
Shall I tell you all my problems
Or mention one or two
Or simply say, “I’m fine, thanks.”
Maybe that would do
You must be getting very tired
Of hearing my complaints
They never seem to dwindle
So to me you are a saint!
And one day I’ll surprise you
I’ll offer you a grin
And say, “I’m really fine, thanks
Just fine for the shape I’m in.”
But today I still must ponder
And wonder what I’ll say
In answer to your question
“How’s it going today?”
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What do you hear my granddaughters?
We hear butterflies landing so softly on the flowers
and the sound of blowing bubbles; we love, also, to hear them pop!
Birds are singing their own special tunes yet they blend as a well rehearsed choir.
The hummingbirds darting from flower to flower—why do they so like Red?
The ice cream man is coming we hear his familiar tune!
Chalk makes a delicious sound as we drag it across the driveway
in our first attempts at art.
We hear our own squealing voices as we run through the sprinkler, the cold water
hitting our warmed skin.
What do you hear my grandsons?
We hear the rustling of leaves as we climb the ladder to our tree house
and the growling of lawn mowers next door.
Our dogs are barking as they revel in the extra attention received when school is out.
The strange croaking sound in the evening comes from our resident frog—named Fred.
Bees are buzzing in the lavender plants; time to go inside!
But we hear dad’s BBQ sizzling as fat drips from steaks on to charcoal.
The sounds of our sports: basketballs thumping, the crack of bats as we make home runs,
if only in our imaginations.
The best sound we hear," Let's go to the beach and have a picnic!”
Many years ago it was said that children were to be seen but not heard!
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