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online today!Old Age
when I was young I could run a mile
now I watch the track with a smile
these legs are not like before
in fact they feel quite sore
folks say it's a stage
it's the last page
it is called
the old
age
now I watch the track with a smile
these legs are not like before
in fact they feel quite sore
folks say it's a stage
it's the last page
it is called
the old
age
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
This is my first attempt at a nonet which consists of nine lines. The first line is 9 syllables and the succeeding lines decrease by one syllable each. The line syllable sequence is 9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1. It may or may not rhyme.I dedicate it to the older folks at CS.
the endless time
YOUR FUTURE LIES BEFORE YOU,
LIKE A DRIFT OF FALLEN SNOW.
BE CAREFULL HOW YOU TREAD IT
AS EVERY MARK WILL SHOW
an old mans wish
SOME OF MY MEMORIES ARE QUIET VIVID,
WHILST OTHERS HAVE FADED OVER A LONG TRAIL OF TIME,
I HAVE TRIED TO BE AS ACCURATE AS POSSIBLE,
US OLDER FOLK HAVE A STORY INSIDE US,
I HAVE HAD YEARS OF LIVING A LIFE FILLED WITH KNOWLEDGE,EXPERIENCES,DRAMA,DEATH AND LOVE,
I HAVE SO MUCH TO IMPART TO MY FAMILY AND OTHERS,
MAY I WISH THE YOUNGER PEOPLE A LIFE TIME OF FULLFILLMENT AND HAPPINESS,
AND TO THE OLDER PEOPLE,
MAY YOU ENJOY AND MAKE MOST OF THE REST OF YOUR LIVES,
AS THE YEARS PASS ALL TO QUICKLY...D
LIKE A DRIFT OF FALLEN SNOW.
BE CAREFULL HOW YOU TREAD IT
AS EVERY MARK WILL SHOW
an old mans wish
SOME OF MY MEMORIES ARE QUIET VIVID,
WHILST OTHERS HAVE FADED OVER A LONG TRAIL OF TIME,
I HAVE TRIED TO BE AS ACCURATE AS POSSIBLE,
US OLDER FOLK HAVE A STORY INSIDE US,
I HAVE HAD YEARS OF LIVING A LIFE FILLED WITH KNOWLEDGE,EXPERIENCES,DRAMA,DEATH AND LOVE,
I HAVE SO MUCH TO IMPART TO MY FAMILY AND OTHERS,
MAY I WISH THE YOUNGER PEOPLE A LIFE TIME OF FULLFILLMENT AND HAPPINESS,
AND TO THE OLDER PEOPLE,
MAY YOU ENJOY AND MAKE MOST OF THE REST OF YOUR LIVES,
AS THE YEARS PASS ALL TO QUICKLY...D
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Posted: Oct 2013
Post CommentSMILE
LIFE IS SHORT,BREAK THE RULES,
FORGIVE QUICKLY,
LAUGH UNCONTROLLABLY,
AND NEVER REGRET ANY THING THAT MADE YOU SMILE
FORGIVE QUICKLY,
LAUGH UNCONTROLLABLY,
AND NEVER REGRET ANY THING THAT MADE YOU SMILE
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Posted: Oct 2013
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Glimpse of the Non-Essential
Tattered jeans...
Skids across the floor...
Yesterday’s...want-a-be;
Yesterday’s whore.
No laughing matter;
nothing has changed;
whimsical teacher~~
the girl next door.
Glimpse of the non-essential;
glimpse of a false dawn;
yesterday’s exit;
yesterday’s black swan.
Tattered t-shirt;
Teeth manicured to the hilt;
Looks are deceiving,
but not the expensive quilt.
Skids across the floor...
Yesterday’s...want-a-be;
Yesterday’s whore.
No laughing matter;
nothing has changed;
whimsical teacher~~
the girl next door.
Glimpse of the non-essential;
glimpse of a false dawn;
yesterday’s exit;
yesterday’s black swan.
Tattered t-shirt;
Teeth manicured to the hilt;
Looks are deceiving,
but not the expensive quilt.
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Posted: Oct 2013
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scallywag
As child a nightmare was I
Allway up to mischief
Very accident prone
Sitting on the top floor
Feet outside the wooden window
Just sitting admiring the view
Trains passing by
Me never had a care
For I could have fallen just for a dare
I would climb trees
Swing from branches feel like tarzan
Till one day the branch gave way
coller bone and arm did brake
Still did not stop me climbing
Up drain pipes
Collecting my arrow
Smack bottom I did have
Walked along the edge of the sea wall tide in
Of cause
Walked along the beach found a puddle I jumped in
Gone was I a hole I did find I nearly drowned
Saved by my father by the tuffet of my hair pulled me to safety
My life he did spare
Oh what a night mare I was as a kid
Allway up to mischief
Very accident prone
Sitting on the top floor
Feet outside the wooden window
Just sitting admiring the view
Trains passing by
Me never had a care
For I could have fallen just for a dare
I would climb trees
Swing from branches feel like tarzan
Till one day the branch gave way
coller bone and arm did brake
Still did not stop me climbing
Up drain pipes
Collecting my arrow
Smack bottom I did have
Walked along the edge of the sea wall tide in
Of cause
Walked along the beach found a puddle I jumped in
Gone was I a hole I did find I nearly drowned
Saved by my father by the tuffet of my hair pulled me to safety
My life he did spare
Oh what a night mare I was as a kid
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Posted: Oct 2013
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war
REMEMBER THE WAR REMEMBER THE DEAD
REMEMBER THE COST OF LIVES ITS SAID
REMEMBER THE TEARS HEARTACHE AND PAIN
REMEMBER THE FIGHTING FIGHTING IN VANE
REMEBER THE PLANES BOMBS THAT FELL
REMEMBER THE HIDING BENEATH A WELL
REMEMBER THE SCRAMBLING TO OUR FEET
REMEMBER THE PEOPLE SCORCHED IN HEAT
REMEMBER THE RATIONS EVERYTHING HALVED
REMEMBER THE WAY THE WAY WE STARVED
REMEBER THE PAINS SCREAMS AND SHOUTS
REMEMBER THE PANIC FEAR AND DOUBT
REMEMBER THE SIRENS REMEMBER THE BELLS
REMEBER THE WAR A LIVING HELL
REMEMBER THE DYING YOUNG AND OLD
REMEMBER THE NIHTS OU IN THE COLD
REMEBER THE SIGNS SO WE CAN TELL
REMEMBER THE WAR WE DO SO WELL.....
REMEMBER THE COST OF LIVES ITS SAID
REMEMBER THE TEARS HEARTACHE AND PAIN
REMEMBER THE FIGHTING FIGHTING IN VANE
REMEBER THE PLANES BOMBS THAT FELL
REMEMBER THE HIDING BENEATH A WELL
REMEMBER THE SCRAMBLING TO OUR FEET
REMEMBER THE PEOPLE SCORCHED IN HEAT
REMEMBER THE RATIONS EVERYTHING HALVED
REMEMBER THE WAY THE WAY WE STARVED
REMEBER THE PAINS SCREAMS AND SHOUTS
REMEMBER THE PANIC FEAR AND DOUBT
REMEMBER THE SIRENS REMEMBER THE BELLS
REMEBER THE WAR A LIVING HELL
REMEMBER THE DYING YOUNG AND OLD
REMEMBER THE NIHTS OU IN THE COLD
REMEBER THE SIGNS SO WE CAN TELL
REMEMBER THE WAR WE DO SO WELL.....
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Posted: Oct 2013
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Remember the Days!
Remember the Days!
Come skip with me
Popcorn, peanuts and balloons
Soft warm breezes in the air, sunshine in the sky
Children singing child like songs, eating pumpkin pie
Flowered fields of Yellow daffodils, and wild flowers of blue
Picking a bouquet of their loveliness and giving them all to you!
Splashing waves upon the shore, pebbles on the beach
Skipping flat stones through the water’s crests
Watching them skipping far out of reach
Walking hand and hand with you, watching fishes leap
Laughing at natures reflections down in the water deep below
Sailing in a skiff, with your hair flowing wildly, ribbon drawn loosely in a bow
Telling you how much I care for you, of course this you already know
Popcorn, peanuts and balloons come walk with me and play
We will live like two happy kids
Skipping all the way!
(Still a Child at Heart)
JimEee
Come skip with me
Popcorn, peanuts and balloons
Soft warm breezes in the air, sunshine in the sky
Children singing child like songs, eating pumpkin pie
Flowered fields of Yellow daffodils, and wild flowers of blue
Picking a bouquet of their loveliness and giving them all to you!
Splashing waves upon the shore, pebbles on the beach
Skipping flat stones through the water’s crests
Watching them skipping far out of reach
Walking hand and hand with you, watching fishes leap
Laughing at natures reflections down in the water deep below
Sailing in a skiff, with your hair flowing wildly, ribbon drawn loosely in a bow
Telling you how much I care for you, of course this you already know
Popcorn, peanuts and balloons come walk with me and play
We will live like two happy kids
Skipping all the way!
(Still a Child at Heart)
JimEee
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
Oh! To be a Kid again!The Poet
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(painting by Marcel Lorange)
The paper ready for the task
The feather firm in hand
The light turned up for perfect glow
The inkwell in its stand.
The curtains drawn, no noise to hear
The world lies fast asleep
The peace of night, the best of time
For thoughts to travel deep.
But while it all seems perfect set
With everything in place
The poet gently hesitates
Not moving in his space.
Why does the pen not fill the blank?
What is he waiting for?
The midnight oil is burning fast
He soon will need some more.
Then through the silence, through the still
A hand reaches for his -
No artist ever works alone
He needs the Muse's kiss...
(dedicated to H.C. Anderson)
(written 2004)
(painting by Marcel Lorange)
The paper ready for the task
The feather firm in hand
The light turned up for perfect glow
The inkwell in its stand.
The curtains drawn, no noise to hear
The world lies fast asleep
The peace of night, the best of time
For thoughts to travel deep.
But while it all seems perfect set
With everything in place
The poet gently hesitates
Not moving in his space.
Why does the pen not fill the blank?
What is he waiting for?
The midnight oil is burning fast
He soon will need some more.
Then through the silence, through the still
A hand reaches for his -
No artist ever works alone
He needs the Muse's kiss...
(dedicated to H.C. Anderson)
(written 2004)
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Posted: Sep 2013
About this poem:
This is one of a few poems I wrote inspired by paintings by Marcel Lorange. He liked the poems and asked me to make a book with him, but I ended pulling out as my creativity dies away under the pressure of expectations and having to deliver *slaps self* but I did dearly enjoy writing the poems I did write for his paintings. His use of warm colours really soothes me somehow, and this is definitely one of my favourite paintings ^^
Her Portrait
Memories captured in an old parlor portrait
Immortality found a beautiful face
Swirling brushstrokes from a Master’s palette
For everywhere you look is divine grace
Crowning statement of love and devotion
Carefully framed gilded ornate plaster
Beauty the subject of much commotion
With much respect still given the Master
Such as the fine details found in her eyes
The still subtle shades of light through her hair
Features as fresh as the day its paint dries
Anything made today even compare
Esoteric beauty still shines our souls
More meaningful than all the ancient scrolls
Immortality found a beautiful face
Swirling brushstrokes from a Master’s palette
For everywhere you look is divine grace
Crowning statement of love and devotion
Carefully framed gilded ornate plaster
Beauty the subject of much commotion
With much respect still given the Master
Such as the fine details found in her eyes
The still subtle shades of light through her hair
Features as fresh as the day its paint dries
Anything made today even compare
Esoteric beauty still shines our souls
More meaningful than all the ancient scrolls
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Posted: Sep 2013
About this poem:
A sonnet about an old family portrait painted long time ago of a very beautiful woman whom I still share feelings for.heart beat
:-) I feel my pulse
It beats so fast
It pounds my chest
Bangs like a drum
The drum beat of modern life
Fast beats in my chest
Powers my blood quenches my thirrt
Feeds my bod y my soul
My xsoul x :-) beats in my chest where's is it hidding One chest one heart beat
Are you in my head
Is my mind my suol telling me what to do
It feed of my blood that pumps my chest
The giver of life
The one and only me one life one body
One soul one heart beat one chest one heart beat
It beats so fast
It pounds my chest
Bangs like a drum
The drum beat of modern life
Fast beats in my chest
Powers my blood quenches my thirrt
Feeds my bod y my soul
My xsoul x :-) beats in my chest where's is it hidding One chest one heart beat
Are you in my head
Is my mind my suol telling me what to do
It feed of my blood that pumps my chest
The giver of life
The one and only me one life one body
One soul one heart beat one chest one heart beat
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Posted: Sep 2013
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