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Almost There

Almost sixty, though I’m not quite there.
But I’ve learned some things I’d like to share.
First; get up early and watch the sun rise.
Then the world will get brighter before your eyes.
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Indulge your passions whenever you can.
Allow yourself time and have a plan.
Make others happy and they’ll do the same.
Accept your mistakes when you’re to blame.
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Give freely your love and never resist.
Make the most of life’s many turns and twists.
Take note of the bad but never complain.
Look for the good and don’t dwell on the pain.
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This list could run on but I’d rather not preach.
Though it’s always important to learn and to teach.
So just one more thing before I go;
If you’re in love, be sure you let them know.

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Between a Rock and a Soft Place

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They’ll gently cup your stuff and ask you how you pee.
It should come as no surprise, it happens when we age.
There’s little cause for worry and no need for any rage.
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As we all grow older things will begin to move.
Sometimes things won’t work even when we’re in the groove.
The pain at times can rightly get us scared.
But if the boys were gone you know you’d feel weird.
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If you just felt a twinge your time is soon to come.
But if you feel anything it’s better than being numb.
I know I’m not a doctor, but I know one thing for sure.
To keep the golden nuggets, wishing is not a cure.

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Age

Childhood

Suckled, cherished and warm

Blissful frolic to pimpled storm

Time ticks slow then runs fast

Stumbling blind from the past

Experiments with our alien form

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Youth

Hormone gales cloud the brain

Life is long, much to gain

Time inhibits, much to do

Carefree hands become too few

Past and future collide, no refrain

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Mid-Life

Inhibitions shrink

Time enables all to think

Second chance ambitions grow

Hands move fast, body slow

Pass the clock with a wink

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Seniority

Hands of time toil half the day

The other, gravity has its way

Seeds of time sown with care

Golden harvest – time to share

Leaves fall, memories stay

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The End

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Time

Time’s now free ahead but paths now less long.
Choices now still many but chances fewer to be wrong.
Though wrong turns will inevitably crash,
the time is now for another splash.
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Playing it safe will always be good.
And being reckless we never should.
Should I sit quietly and wither happily away?
Or awake with zeal to conquer the day?
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Questions are hard and answers are cheap.
Actions we’ve made are what we’ll keep.
But time will come when time won’t matter.
We’ll lay alone, our bodies in tatter.
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Our minds will wander to what was known.
Our eyes will close to see we’re grown.
Points beyond are for us to decide.
The end’s the same, but for the ride.

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Never Too Late

I woke up really late and had no time to play,
so I couldn’t write your poem today.
But tomorrow is another day,
maybe then my brain will play.
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My heart is full of love;
my soul is filled with bliss.
My thoughts are now in shambles;
with each blink I feel your kiss.
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Time now has no meaning,
we’re together or I wait.
Tho my age curve’s now receding,
some things are better late.

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Click Clack Kiss Smack

Online dating, what a trip,
in the Arctic I’d rather strip.
It’s a place without written rules.
And the poet’s craft bears no jewels.
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A sea of faces afloat on a screen,
choices made virtually unseen.
Definitions there have little meaning,
optimistic opinions largely leaning.
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While kisses await when on track,
misplaced words lead to a smack.
The high and lows beyond compare,
all’s to expose if you dare.
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Much can be learned about ourselves,
surprises abound when one delves.
While at this stage of life options few,
reality’s virtue’s now less true.
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Fates may collide with a single click,
or hopes shattered just as quick.
Now looking forward and thinking back,
my head types with a clack.

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Out to Pasture

Syphilis at seventy is no one’s first choice.
But after the shots you will rejoice.
For the seconds enjoyed in youthful bliss,
it’s worth every minute of that long painful piss.
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Second chances are rarely found,
chances less when soon in the ground.
The time is now to sow those oats.
So munch away you horny old goats.

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Morning Triku #173 ~ Occasional Hubrisity

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Just an Expression

At last old enough
for age to be an excuse
to freely express
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Heads or Tails

With age comes wisdom
but all things are relative
so wise up not ass
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Poetic License

Deep down a dipshit
lying in wait to squirt forth
and conquer an ode
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Earth, Wind and Fire

It’s the last haiku
till syllables dance with lines
in three dimensions

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 Striking Similarities

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Cycling around dimensions, three.
Horizons bend to curve all we see.
Energy’s absorbed when given free.

Settled comforts to some fond.
Or near to crest on rippling pond.
Projecting forward, life’s beyond.

OR’s’ of age when all is time,
passion drives a life sublime,
treading secure or await the chime.

Choose chosen when choices few.
Three’s what’s given, the rest up to you.

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I Saw Today

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(Memories of birthdays past)

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I saw today my baby’s start

 Opened her eyes and stole my heart

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 I saw today her smile at me

 We brought her home, safe as can be

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 I saw today her tucked in bed

 Gently leaned over to kiss her head

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 I saw today my baby weep

 Snuggled her gently back to sleep

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 I saw today my baby eat

 Covered from head to little feet

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 I saw today my baby sit

 Then fell over in a giggle fit

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 I saw today my baby crawl

 Tried to escape down the hall

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 I saw today my baby stand

 Holding my finger in her hand

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 I saw today my baby walk

 Then soon after began to talk

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 I saw today my baby run

 Laughing and screaming, having  fun

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 I saw today her surprise art

 The wall and it shall never part

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 I saw today she bruised her knee

 Climbed too high and fell from the tree

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 I saw today her play tattoo

 0n her belly, red, green and blue

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I saw today her find a cat

Opened the door and that was that

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I saw today her ride a bike

Though too young to be off  her  trike

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I saw today she learned to swim

Tub’s full, splashes over the rim

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I saw today her play a song

Tiny violin with bow so long

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I saw today my baby grew

She had to shop for something new

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I saw today her off to school

Not holding hands, acting cool

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I saw today she was funny

On the coach napping with bunny

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I saw today her go to the dance

Just for fun and not for romance

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I saw today her drive a car

I hope she doesn’t go too far

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I saw today her graduate

Then off to college, she’ll do great

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I saw today my baby grown

Off to the city, on her own

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I saw today her new career

Making art for people to wear

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I saw today she’s just like us

The best of both, with little fuss

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The Beginning

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Wock the Fock

Clocks no longer tick and tock
Keys unneeded for heads to lock
Brains rattle from what’s now rock
Age divides by the Dr’s Spock

Less is more in a frock
Big pants needed for a glock
Weaklings trampled, the rest to mock
Sheep gather and shepherds flock

Inky portions above the sock
Lightning strikes always shock
Ships of fools sit on a dock
Boats float down the block

Looters lament taking stock
Homeless homes best to knock
Future’s fresh in a fetid crock
Till time no more will tick or tock

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Winded

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Tis the wind that taps my glass

I close my eyes with hope to pass

Tis the wind beats on my door

I cower and cover till no more

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Tis the wind that haunts my home

Forever it lurks where I roam

Tis the wind rattles my brain

Run do I, none to gain

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Tis the wind wherever I go

Till ash is I then to follow

Tis this wind shall set me free

Scattered safely I will be

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