Poems About Aging Seeking Honest Critique
#aging
sometimes miracles are not what they seem
stopped into my favorite
local bakery this morning
on my way to work
the old lady behind the
counter took my order
bagged the baked goodies
and rang them up
she said to me,
"I don't know what's wrong
with my fingers today? They
just don't seem to want to
work!"
"Maybe it's the rain and damp
this morning," I responded
then I told her how my hip
can get all stiff and achy
sometimes in this type of
weather
"Well I had...
local bakery this morning
on my way to work
the old lady behind the
counter took my order
bagged the baked goodies
and rang them up
she said to me,
"I don't know what's wrong
with my fingers today? They
just don't seem to want to
work!"
"Maybe it's the rain and damp
this morning," I responded
then I told her how my hip
can get all stiff and achy
sometimes in this type of
weather
"Well I had...
#aging
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down the road
two old friends
drinking coffee,
eating donuts
and talking about
the past
they talk about
the past because
there is a flood
of warmth and
surety in the way
the world used
to be
they talk about
the past because
it reminds them
that they once
had a future to
look forward to
they talk about
the past because
they know that
there is no " down
the road" for either
and even if there
was
it would not be
worth the journey ...
drinking coffee,
eating donuts
and talking about
the past
they talk about
the past because
there is a flood
of warmth and
surety in the way
the world used
to be
they talk about
the past because
it reminds them
that they once
had a future to
look forward to
they talk about
the past because
they know that
there is no " down
the road" for either
and even if there
was
it would not be
worth the journey ...
#fate
#aging
#nostalgia
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That's My New Boyfriend
It started with one of my 6th grade reading groups.
A story about Blackbeard's ghost.
Students commenting on his mangey appearance.
Hey, be nice, I said
That's my new boyfriend.
Silence
Looking at each other
The blowing out sound that precedes a guilty laugh
Followed by five happy guilty laughs.
So why stop there?
My new boyfriends have included Mr. Six,
a scowling, old Chinese emperor,
a minotaur,
and Henry VIII.
I don't know if my students are laughing at me,
or with me.
I...
A story about Blackbeard's ghost.
Students commenting on his mangey appearance.
Hey, be nice, I said
That's my new boyfriend.
Silence
Looking at each other
The blowing out sound that precedes a guilty laugh
Followed by five happy guilty laughs.
So why stop there?
My new boyfriends have included Mr. Six,
a scowling, old Chinese emperor,
a minotaur,
and Henry VIII.
I don't know if my students are laughing at me,
or with me.
I...
#aging
#LookingForLove
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they were never traced
two old blokes, sitting in their
armchairs, would often discuss
last year’s series of robberies
in the village; one looked slightly shamefaced, but the other, raising
his glass, said, here’s to us ..
armchairs, would often discuss
last year’s series of robberies
in the village; one looked slightly shamefaced, but the other, raising
his glass, said, here’s to us ..
#men
#aging
#PopCulture
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Reckless are ends, unspoken
i watch
the sun
being tucked away
my skin, still warm
from the strength
of florida sunshine,
radiates our stark contrast
wasn't it yesterday
where sandcastles grew tall
and all that one particular day knew
was peals of shared laughter with zero agenda
funny, how a child's mind retains such goodness while packing away the hurt
fading light plays it's tricks,
thunder rolls in the distance
maybe a warning of turmoil—
an omen the universe gifts,...
the sun
being tucked away
my skin, still warm
from the strength
of florida sunshine,
radiates our stark contrast
wasn't it yesterday
where sandcastles grew tall
and all that one particular day knew
was peals of shared laughter with zero agenda
funny, how a child's mind retains such goodness while packing away the hurt
fading light plays it's tricks,
thunder rolls in the distance
maybe a warning of turmoil—
an omen the universe gifts,...
#mother
#illness
#aging
#daughter
#karma
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Oh Mommy…
Oh mommy…how I miss you
In somber reverence I look back.
Back…to my last time hearing you say
“Imma go as long as I can…while I can”
Wow, how that was so true man.
Back…when thoughts barely fill in a gap
A memory of being cold; it was you
undoubtedly that became coat, glove
n’ hat.
Back then it became clear, when I knew
how it felt to be loved, though I can’t
explain it with any real clarity
It must’ve been how you’d stare at me
Your eyes, like windows showed a soul
‘ever grateful despite the angst...
In somber reverence I look back.
Back…to my last time hearing you say
“Imma go as long as I can…while I can”
Wow, how that was so true man.
Back…when thoughts barely fill in a gap
A memory of being cold; it was you
undoubtedly that became coat, glove
n’ hat.
Back then it became clear, when I knew
how it felt to be loved, though I can’t
explain it with any real clarity
It must’ve been how you’d stare at me
Your eyes, like windows showed a soul
‘ever grateful despite the angst...
#death
#fate
#aging
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Red Meat
They’re stacked now.
Prime-rib pressed against plastic,
tombs with shop-glass epitaphs.
I pick up a casket,
inspect death
work out what is rot
and what is good
then press it against the belly
where a womb is raw
blunt as a butcher’s block
and twice as severed
it waits
for a punch of blood to hit stone
then tells the sky the only way
to truly taste the ground.
Prime-rib pressed against plastic,
tombs with shop-glass epitaphs.
I pick up a casket,
inspect death
work out what is rot
and what is good
then press it against the belly
where a womb is raw
blunt as a butcher’s block
and twice as severed
it waits
for a punch of blood to hit stone
then tells the sky the only way
to truly taste the ground.
#women
#aging
#menstruation
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grandma has no teeth
Be true to your teeth or they will be false to you.”—Soupy Sales
grandma has no teeth
to sleep with,
lest she swallows them at night;
snuggled underneath
her blanket,
e'en the dark she dares not bite.
her indentured smile,
perpetual,
in its saline water jar,
boasts no lethal guile
to victual
harnessed by her canine war.
when she pops them in
at morning,
speech reclaims her lisping tongue;
words she could not spin,
adorning
arias night had left unsung.
...
grandma has no teeth
to sleep with,
lest she swallows them at night;
snuggled underneath
her blanket,
e'en the dark she dares not bite.
her indentured smile,
perpetual,
in its saline water jar,
boasts no lethal guile
to victual
harnessed by her canine war.
when she pops them in
at morning,
speech reclaims her lisping tongue;
words she could not spin,
adorning
arias night had left unsung.
...
#love
#family
#memories #aging
#memories #aging
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thought I was
dying, but she said no you just ate your dinner too fast
and you’re suffering from indigestion.
I baulked and hiccoughed
and coughed at the
very suggestion
and you’re suffering from indigestion.
I baulked and hiccoughed
and coughed at the
very suggestion
#aging
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we all fall down
ruins of the castle still stood atop
the hill, admittedly not as
strongly as the castle once did, but we’re old, the ruins said
the hill, admittedly not as
strongly as the castle once did, but we’re old, the ruins said
#aging
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LULLABY
this old flesh
shivering in its bed,
seeking the
comfort
of dreams
wine is bad
for the liver,
cigarettes,
for the heart
drink your tea
and shut up
go to sleep
shivering in its bed,
seeking the
comfort
of dreams
wine is bad
for the liver,
cigarettes,
for the heart
drink your tea
and shut up
go to sleep
#sleep
#aging
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Old Library Books
Sometimes even the most cherished
become something time has perished,
so next time you want a quick look
blow the dust off an old library book.
become something time has perished,
so next time you want a quick look
blow the dust off an old library book.
#books
#aging
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DU Poetry : Poems About Aging Seeking Honest Critique