Current poems in progress...
OK Last one
Sixty is here and sixty is there
For a long time I have had mostly white hair.
Never intended to live until now
So to go on from here, don't really know how.
But as they say, every moment, every day
is left to ponder, to scheme, to betray
those unaware that lurks nearby--under
one who seeks to kill, steal, and plunder.
So sixty-one is lurking right over there
But also here without a care
If forty is wisdom and midlife has hitAdd to commentary
then fifty is closer a goal one must set
For if i can make it to sixty one day
shouldnt I be wiser and gray
Only now the strands do appear
and they`re getting more each year
Come gray come white just dont stop commin
cuz thats the day my heart stops runnin
I`ve outlived many who`re still in spirit
and soon I,too, will reach my limit
Now i`ll wait for that very day
when i die and HE heres me pray!!.........classic38
I like it. I's cute
the cab fare
a slightly listing performer
A rare creature sat beside meAdd to commentary
wanted to snuggle on her long journey
then dropped her bomb....
i hope you aren't a stalker!
What a dirty sanchez!
Joe Paterno's career like the holocaust
YES IT HAPPENED, NO IT DIDNT! YES IT HAPPENED, NO IT DIDNT! YES IT HAPPENED, NO IT DIDNT! YES IT HAPPENED, NO IT DIDNT!
50 to 70 years from now NCAA historical revisionists will be around to ask questions
50-70 yeaRs after TAHT, noone will care enough to ask
Perhaps, but how long will people remember you, when you are gone ?Add to commentary
I bet Joe is remebered long after you & I are forgotten.
Bah. He'll be a footnote in a decade or two. And forgotten in twice that time. People's memories are short and some current icon will have eclipsed him by then.
A true life lesson here. A poor lost soul who believed a game was more important than a youngsters life. Joe P. knew a man that raped young boys. And he said nothing. And strangers discuss how he will be remembered. Say a prayer for the soul of a departed weak man. jd
Ode to Miff - Title
one playtimeAdd to commentary
staying in out of the rain
his heart sank
someone sniffed his seat
and said it stank
a ritual followed
in which you had to dare
to whiff the niffy chair
recoiling from the soiling
in jubilant despair
from that day on we called him Smelly
but one day Smelly wasn't there
gone for good and noone knew where
but you could still smell Smelly
if you smelt his chair
This is NOT original work but has been plagiarised from John Hegley. It should be attributed to him.
This is an excellent piece of work. Ped brings the incident to life brilliantly. I just wonder Ped if you were 'Smelly', or just an observer of the incident that inspired this? RB.
What a wally
Out of the darkness Pinnochio emerges
The man has been moulded and tarnished sheikAdd to commentary
He walks with groans moans a sight of freak
While a scampering woman wriggles and writhes
Grabs in her purse and serves jangling lies
A boy of seven, head shaven, eyes beckon
Purse goody-goody, leers closely and threatens
The man the woman who are father and mother
The boy alone his one only brother
Guzzling cider, chomping fatty snacks
The impatience of his back splits and cracks
Selling knock-off booze a snifter of stout
Exchanges blood money used for the alcoholic lout
Immoral practices religious or not
Tend to follow suite, emerges a thief, jail in a shot.
Have you spoken to be heard?
Have you spoken to be heardAdd to commentary
or are you just mumbling in the wind
Does your opinion matter
do you even care
We all have our mindset, our way of doing
but when we become robotic
same old, same old
its time to ride a new train
make a new friend, or two
speak your hearts desires
to who'll ever listen
then watch as time flies by
Someone heard you'd spoken
she can remember that day
when her world was painted blue
and she found herself in a bsu