Posts tagged ‘age’

March 14, 2022

The older me

by Jem Croucher
In spite of rest the tiredness lingers
is this getting old?
a way of nature telling me
to do as I am told?
I'm slower than I used to be
and yet when sunshine beams
I'm up and out there bouncing
so I wonder what this means
Perhaps it's just a vestige
of the malady last week
and my bones just need an airing
to relieve the sigh and creak
So I'll put my best foot forward
use that energy to free
the youthfulness that's lurking
still inside the older me

December 1, 2020


by Venkat

orange nails, tiger’s last dream
red smoke, blues, wafered puns
age in its one piece monologue

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June 1, 2020

To the Daughter I Never Had

by HemmingPlay

I don’t mean to sound unkind, and I am far, far from perfect, as a father or man. But I have spent some time in your future, and hope to help you avoid some of what just ordinary life, and poor judgement and the next 20 years of wear and tear might do to you, as it has to too many of your older sisters.

For now, you revel in the intoxicating power your young beauty has to excite desire. It just landed in your lap —no pun intended— and by God, you’ll use it. And, it’s fun for a while. (You’re smart too, but that will last longer.)

Older women like to mock men’s appreciation for younger women. “You look ridiculous–” they’ll say “–panting after her like that. “Don’t you realize how ridiculous you are?”

Yes, we feel ridiculous a lot,  especially when we’re reminded of it—and often when we walk by a mirror, so we don’t need more reminders. Do they, do you suppose?

But we realize it comes from losing the illusion of immortality, of hurt feelings, and fear of being left behind; from the cosmic unfairness of time slipping away, and also a realistic understanding about how men are suckers for a good visual. You feel you can’t win. Ever. Some days Sisyphus wins, some days the rock wins.

Actually, the rock always wins. It’s the same for us.

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March 12, 2020

Old and Young

by HemmingPlay

A difference between

the young and the old….

Most of the people the young loved

are still around.

February 6, 2020

Questions That Come With Age

by HemmingPlay


The clock… relentless.
What’s my allotment going to be?
How to make the best of it?
How to keep dignity,
avoid a failure of imagination,
avoid self-pity….

“Savor each moment…”
Yes, well that’s a cliché.
I know what’s coming,
What I’ve lost for good.
The trick is to
Savor these, too,
With a little grace.

No lies in the mirror.
No false smiles.
No regrets.
No cruelties.
Kindnesses given
with no expectations.

There are enough
bitter herbs around.

One surprise smile is enough
to recharge a whole day.
Thank you, darlin’

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February 5, 2020

Among Thistles and Roses

by HemmingPlay

I’ve disappointed a few.
A few have returned the favor;
I’m angry for a while at both of us, but
also wonder if I am simply wrong
to expect more.

My beard is grey, but inside
is the deluded spirit of Ulysses,
yearning to go down again to the sea
in ships, to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
But let me refill that cup, and from somewhere,
perhaps in my own throat—
is that a bird? or merely
the cry of a frightened child,
longing to be gentled
against the soft comforts of
undemanding love?

December 13, 2018


by Venkat

yesterdays stole my shine
to flaunt their windy pride
I wear no coat for smiles
but buttoned by same dews
each morning, every morrow

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October 2, 2018


by Richard Rensberry, author at QuickTurtle Books® and




So many things

are vulnerable to cold—

the cucumber’s crisp

and my sweet basil’s toes,

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August 29, 2018

Butterfly Cinquain: 2018-08-29

by Venkat

Syllable pattern : 2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2

huddle not close
till you make them ready
as old school bell of yester years


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April 10, 2018


by Venkat

twitch not this silence, my owl
I hear the waves in your eyes
rock not this dark, my owl
I see time gallop down your gaze

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March 17, 2018

Interval: A Cento

by John S

I was asking myself:
will I be like this? How will I manage?

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December 2, 2017

Limerick – Age

by Venkat

Limerick – Age

-by Venkat

Wrinkles they stood up, lined in stripes
As tigers they held voices, hollow pipes
Life’s jungle, dark stripes in white
Grew eyes to paint the night
Age in shooting aches, gives best wipes


November 13, 2017

It Is Something To Have Been

by HemmingPlay


“Karma,” New Orleans, Louisiana, USA. An impressive sculpture is located in the Sydney and Walda Besthoff Sculpture Garden, which is found at the New Orleans Museum of Art. It is made by Korean artist Do Ho Suh.

I am well past my 20s,
that golden time
when I only saw a little—and even that
with optimistic eyes.

I’m past the days of cheap
apartments with friends and wine and roaches,
lentils and rice for breakfast,
or leftover cold pizza.

I’m beyond learning of
war and death and pestilence.
The visitations of grief
have marked me, too.

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October 29, 2017

A Fantasy of Permanent Youth

by HemmingPlay

I’m racing the inevitable,
my only weapon an
optimistic fantasy
of permanent youthfulness.

The 1970s are to blame.
My generation is to blame.
We started this crap,
pretending we could play
where, before,
only teenagers and children could.

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October 7, 2017


by Venkat

*Alliteration Poem – Time*

5th Oct’17  ~by Venkat
Talons, treacherous, talons, tired

Treacherous, time takes the tooth

Timeless tresspasses, timely treason

Tossed talons, tremulous trees

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July 29, 2017

Borrowed Dust

by HemmingPlay

This body is nothing but
borrowed dust
Animated somehow and passing
along this unmarked
road, from who knows
what to who
knows where.

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July 20, 2017

Songs in Sand

by HemmingPlay

And still the waves
slip ashore,
singing their
conspiratorial whispers
between grains of sand.
The wind slides in
from the deep,
empty places,
haunted and lonely,
cold and clean
like a wet finger around

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February 1, 2017

Measurement of Worth

by Colly


Words hurt – words scar.

Words can undermine who you are.

Words can set to a rolling pace…

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December 19, 2016

Working Vacation

by HemmingPlay


After 60 years of work, more or less,
I’ve decided to take a working vacation.
I’m booking a cruise for the next 60 years
To go exploring along the coasts,
Poking my canoe up the inlets and rivers,
Probing the veins and wires and memories of
Some unfamiliar parts of me, and some
I’ve been missing for a while, to
Seeing whether there’s anything
Worth saving, or maybe just toss it all out.

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November 25, 2016

It’s Time

by HemmingPlay


Maybe it is time to forgive God
For the hundreds of women
who have rejected me over the years,
Starting in third grade,
(theoretically, of course,
whether they knew it or not.
And for the one or two who
didn’t, but should have).

I’ve reached the point in life
too late where I
Would actually be of some
use to them,

Could gently walk with them without harm,
And be remembered with
generosity and fondness.
But I have reached the age
of their fathers,
And so, instead, have become
regrettably invisible.

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June 17, 2016

All Is Temporary

by HemmingPlay

Al otro lado del espejo

I’m nearly old, she said… to no one,
Before the mirror,
Tracing a line down her cheek
With a fingertip,
Lost in memory.

She sighs.
A chill; her soul shivers .

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May 11, 2016

Song of Life – Part I and II

by Venkat


Old men
      and women

Some in smiles younger
     some old

Caves in mouth
Sing a long song of life

A song of waters

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May 10, 2016

Song of Life – Part I

by Venkat


Old men
      and women
Some in smiles younger
      some old
Caves in mouth
      Singing songs of life

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January 15, 2016


by Morgan


Beyond the Gates of Diabolical Time

Mystery consorts with Harmonious Rhyme

Whispering Sedition in Melodic Tones

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December 26, 2015


by William

He looked up at me

“Hi Dad” I said

His eyes were inspecting me

Up and down, side to side

“You are not my son” he said

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October 18, 2015

Magnets and Stones

by Venkat


Would you take me
Back to my place
The age of stones

When stones rubbed
to give light

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May 31, 2015

The New Ice Age

by Venkat


As Earth spins into seasons
We spun snow upon our feet
Immobile, white with frozen eyes
We breathe through cones
A smile, melting into our teeth

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May 14, 2015


by dokurtybitz

Feeling like
The twenty year old
I was,
Lasts until
I get up,
Then the weight

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