Long Poems About Aging
#aging
THROUGH TIMES EVAPORATIVE HEALING TOUCH (time, date & place unknown?)
my heart my mind
my eyes
hold tears
they cannot yet release
express nor cry
long trapped beneath
my early childhood s
and adolescent s
now long passed
long lapsed
though somehow
still ongoing
haunted crumbled ruins
entombed in sleep
long buried and hid away
so deeply self compartmentalized
in subconscious paralysis
long frozen from some
long...
my eyes
hold tears
they cannot yet release
express nor cry
long trapped beneath
my early childhood s
and adolescent s
now long passed
long lapsed
though somehow
still ongoing
haunted crumbled ruins
entombed in sleep
long buried and hid away
so deeply self compartmentalized
in subconscious paralysis
long frozen from some
long...
#teens
#childhood
#TimeHeals
#learning
#aging
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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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Fade To Umber
I
Calculus in detritus;
sediment under waning tide,
cavernous and void of light --
upward eyes these still ride.
I am sunk within your deep
rivulets of sentiment steeped;
swirling around a constant murmur,
fomenting in this rudiment.
Ever furthur into clay
sublimate of irony loam;
every fibre pulls me close
untoward your centre comb.
II
Photos dry around the edges,
memories of earliest home;
caught within the many layers
fading with its Kodachrome.
Now gone I wither furthur; ...
Calculus in detritus;
sediment under waning tide,
cavernous and void of light --
upward eyes these still ride.
I am sunk within your deep
rivulets of sentiment steeped;
swirling around a constant murmur,
fomenting in this rudiment.
Ever furthur into clay
sublimate of irony loam;
every fibre pulls me close
untoward your centre comb.
II
Photos dry around the edges,
memories of earliest home;
caught within the many layers
fading with its Kodachrome.
Now gone I wither furthur; ...
#forgiveness
#death
#LifeCycle
#aging
#MovingOn
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On My Mother Turning 30 in 1957
My mother ended
her 29th year tra-la-la-ing
on feckless gams
smack dab into the brick wall
of the big three-oh--
old at thirty? What fool
told her that?
Each night the laying on of hands,
the transsubstantiation
of Pond's Beauty Cream:
Hail, Lois, full of grease,
the lard is with you
backed by a money-back guarantee.
I remember how she wept
gathering...
her 29th year tra-la-la-ing
on feckless gams
smack dab into the brick wall
of the big three-oh--
old at thirty? What fool
told her that?
Each night the laying on of hands,
the transsubstantiation
of Pond's Beauty Cream:
Hail, Lois, full of grease,
the lard is with you
backed by a money-back guarantee.
I remember how she wept
gathering...
#motherhood
#childhood
#aging
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travel to Porto
On the way to Porto for a week's holiday, we drove through a pine forest a man planted forest the way each
stood at a respectful distance from each other
A year later in high summer, the forest took fire and
when flames met on the road, cars were trapped and many people, and families, died in the horrific hell-fire.
Our hotel was situated at a height, we had asked for a downtown hotel, my wife said it was my fault since I had tried to speak Portuguese- not far from a disused water tower, it's gated surrounding full of rats where every night hideous screams were heard in...
stood at a respectful distance from each other
A year later in high summer, the forest took fire and
when flames met on the road, cars were trapped and many people, and families, died in the horrific hell-fire.
Our hotel was situated at a height, we had asked for a downtown hotel, my wife said it was my fault since I had tried to speak Portuguese- not far from a disused water tower, it's gated surrounding full of rats where every night hideous screams were heard in...
#birth
#childhood
#aging
#dating
#fatherhood
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Chaos
Chaos is many things
it can be a void of nothingness
Or two entities
with two different perspectives
that clash and
create confusion or creation
After this chaos I am reminded and can
Not help to compare
this situation to a nuclear bomb
Going off
I feel as though
our forces caused me
to die physically and spiritually
and resurrect me
like a phoenix from the ashes
Truthfully I’m not pleased with the results
What’s the point
everything in this world is vanity
The pass...
it can be a void of nothingness
Or two entities
with two different perspectives
that clash and
create confusion or creation
After this chaos I am reminded and can
Not help to compare
this situation to a nuclear bomb
Going off
I feel as though
our forces caused me
to die physically and spiritually
and resurrect me
like a phoenix from the ashes
Truthfully I’m not pleased with the results
What’s the point
everything in this world is vanity
The pass...
#birth
#death
#fate
#aging
#LookingForLove
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Reprieve .
He should have been know as colours as his soul was tethered to the dawning of new days . In blues and whites with a smatterings of greens . Every morning that his eyes set upon such simple gifts he felt very affluent given gold coins to put in his pocket. He wasn’t a man to waste time he had been challenged in ways you don’t want to be and it made him blatantly aware of that rhythmic beating in his chest and how with the grace of god he had been blessed . With a reprieve of living with the knowledge that it had been a close call to close for comfort but he was was miraculously gifted extra...
#birth
#death
#aging
#freedom
#nostalgia
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A twenty four hour bug thing .
I’ve never felt so controlled. I’m not that type I know my own mind . A handsome face Is just a face after all and blue lagoon eyes may make you want to get naked and jump in for a dip but what of it . I’m not easy to be persuaded to let go of anything below the surface . My dress Is fastened with the top button resting neatly at the nape of my neck and flows way past my knees saying hello to my wedge sandals .Everything is present and correct but when I look at him I blush an explosive ruby red and now I start to pray . Holy mother of god please let him not be a mind reader. I’m losing my...
#anxiety
#funny
#ShortStory
#LifeChangingMoment
#aging
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Line-Dancing At the Cashier
I used to find it irritating
when an old person ahead
of me in the checkout line
waited until every last item
was rung up before
remembering checkbook and pen.
How it took them
forever to fill the damn thing out
before carefully folding
and tearing it out
along the serrated line
so very, very carefully.
Any old time, grandma.
Or the old men who
did the same...
when an old person ahead
of me in the checkout line
waited until every last item
was rung up before
remembering checkbook and pen.
How it took them
forever to fill the damn thing out
before carefully folding
and tearing it out
along the serrated line
so very, very carefully.
Any old time, grandma.
Or the old men who
did the same...
#LifeCycle
#aging
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Made It To Thursday
No, Elaine.
You can't come in the bathroom.
I've soiled myself.
I told you last year
that you'd never see me like this.
Please, go on to bed
while I clean myself up.
I will then go rest on the couch
and see you in the morning.
The coffee will wake me up.
I promise.
Think of it as practice.
Probably soon,
you'll be sleeping alone for good.
Remember last Friday,
we thought I was a goner.
And the boys came over
when you called them.
I heard y'all, as I woke up.
I love you...
You can't come in the bathroom.
I've soiled myself.
I told you last year
that you'd never see me like this.
Please, go on to bed
while I clean myself up.
I will then go rest on the couch
and see you in the morning.
The coffee will wake me up.
I promise.
Think of it as practice.
Probably soon,
you'll be sleeping alone for good.
Remember last Friday,
we thought I was a goner.
And the boys came over
when you called them.
I heard y'all, as I woke up.
I love you...
#sadness
#death
#aging
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Dolorosa
aging
is grieving a thousand
small losses;
waking up to
silver hairs, a
handful at a time
or insult making love
to injury - your loss of
desire for the wild
and passionate;
it haunts you, a hungry hound
but hell, you’re tired,
and peace sounds
mighty fine
right about now
each small loss
still hurts
in a way
you can’t define;
its edges dull and
aching, longing -
it creeps in whenever
you have the guts
to sit still in the quiet
of kids moved out ...
is grieving a thousand
small losses;
waking up to
silver hairs, a
handful at a time
or insult making love
to injury - your loss of
desire for the wild
and passionate;
it haunts you, a hungry hound
but hell, you’re tired,
and peace sounds
mighty fine
right about now
each small loss
still hurts
in a way
you can’t define;
its edges dull and
aching, longing -
it creeps in whenever
you have the guts
to sit still in the quiet
of kids moved out ...
#grief
#aging
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Can't kill Bill
It's too long to be a limerick so perhaps a ditty if you will
If you will just be still like trying to catch a fish with a rod and the reel
And if you're ever in a pickle that isn't sweet then think dill
Which is what you'll surely get if you ever mess with Bill
There lives an old man and his name is Bill
he's got a big damn boy and that man's name is Will
And if bringing them some trouble is really how you feel
You better pack a sack lunch and sharpen up your skills
but first sit down and write yourself out of will
Cause you think that you can and...
If you will just be still like trying to catch a fish with a rod and the reel
And if you're ever in a pickle that isn't sweet then think dill
Which is what you'll surely get if you ever mess with Bill
There lives an old man and his name is Bill
he's got a big damn boy and that man's name is Will
And if bringing them some trouble is really how you feel
You better pack a sack lunch and sharpen up your skills
but first sit down and write yourself out of will
Cause you think that you can and...
#strength
#money
#alcohol
#aging
#determination
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Aging