Sad at 65
Here I am almost 65.
In some ways only half alive.
Last week is just a blur;
A lot of memories never were.
Most movements have slowed down,
Though urinary tract has rebound.
My colon is much more rude;
No greasy, spicy… tasty food.
As I gaze in the mirror, I sadly see
A strange, old man squinting back at me.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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At 65
Here I am almost 65.
In some ways only half alive.
Last week is just a blur;
A lot of memories never were.
Most movements have slowed down,
Though urinary tract has rebound.
My colon is much more rude;
No greasy, spicy… tasty food.
As I gaze in the mirror, I sadly see
A strange, old man squinting back at me.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Rebound
And they dont come any closer. and they dont come
Anyway.
On the rebound on the rebound on the rebound on the
Rebound on the rebound on the rebound on the rebound
On the rebound on the rebound on the rebound on the
Rebound on the rebound on the rebound on the rebound on
The rebound on the rebound
The chronicle hasnt changed for fifteen years. the
Apathetic outnumber volunteers. the grime on buildings is
Just a memory. a shining face on the old academy.
Have a lovely day. aftermath okay. have a lovely day. wipe
Your tears away.
The gaze of laughter, an echo or a scream. the
Reinforcement of someone elses theme. turn and walk
Without ever saying no. light and dark in an even ratio.
Have a lovely day. aftermath okay. have a lovely day. wipe
Your tears away.
On the rebound on the rebound on the rebound on the
Rebound on the rebound on the rebound on the rebound
On the rebound
And they dont come any closer. and they dont come
Anyway.
On the rebound on the rebound on the rebound on the
Rebound on the rebound on the rebound on the rebound
On the rebound on the rebound on the rebound on the
Rebound on the rebound on the rebound on the rebound on
The rebound on the rebound
On the rebound on the rebound on the rebound on the
Rebound on the rebound on the rebound on the rebound
On the rebound on the rebound on the rebound on the
Rebound on the rebound on the rebound on the rebound on
The rebound on the rebound
song performed by by Human League
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On The Rebound
On the rebound, on the rebound
Thats how you fell for me
Thats how you changed my life
You cut me like a knife
On the rebound, on the rebound
You came, you saw, you took
It only took one look
And lady, I was hooked
On the rebound - its a replay ...
Your love was on the rebound
On the rebound
You came and took my soul
You came and left a hole
Where your love used to be
On the rebound, on the rebound
You like to drown in your tears
And after all these years
You give your pain to me
On the rebound - you came to me, babe
On the rebound - to set you free
On the rebound - too bad for me
Your love was on the rebound
You came to me
To set you free
To pray for me
Its a replay
You came to repay
Its a replay
To set you free
Just a replay
Your love was
Just a replay
song performed by by Uriah Heep
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Food For Thought
Milk and honey
Your lips are milk and honey oh oh
Overflowing
You get my juices going
Sweet and tasty
Your love is sweet and tasty oh oh
Skin so creamy
Your bodys soft and dreamy
Food for thought
You give me food for thought
Filling me up with your love
I cant control my hands
Champagne kisses
You give me champagne kisses oh oh
Cool my passion
Slow down my fast reaction
Hot and spicy
Your love is hot and spicy oh oh
Somethings burning
Down in your life Im turning
Food for thought
You give me food for thought
Filling me up with your love
I cant control my hands
Food for thought
You give me food for thought
Oh dont let me down
Ill starve without your love
Starve without your love
Starve without your love
Starve without your love
Starve without your love
Starve without your love
Somethings cooking
I know that somethings cooking oh oh
In your kitchen
I feel my hunger rising
So feed my senses
Come on and feed my senses oh oh
Im not starving
I need a second helping
Food for thought
You give me food for thought
Filling me up with your love
I cant control my hands
Food for thought
You give me food for thought
Oh dont let me down
Ill starve without your love
song performed by by 10 Cc
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Through Walmart's Doors
A gaze within
A look without
At a blur of a throng
That moves about
Old… young
Fat… thin
Rushing home
Then back again
Eager faces,
Ready checks
Fingers tight on
Back of children’s necks
Tugging at carts
Stuck tightly together
All dressed… all wrong
No matter the weather
Chinese products
Bought chop-chop quick
Out of date products
That makes them sick
A blur of humanity
An unending shout
River of people…
That flows in and out
In and out, …out and in
A blur…a river…a streak
Twenty four hours… each and every day
Seven days a week
poem by David Whalen
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977: I Had A Mirror; The Mirror Of Memories!
I had a mirror, the mirror of my memories
Memories that I breathed with and I relished.
I saw in the mirror, and I could just see;
The sun is shinning and the breeze swaying!
I could see the flight of a paradise flycatcher;
And, the incessant flow of the milky stream.
I had a mirror, the mirror of my memories
Memories that I just lived and I cherished.
I saw in the mirror, and I could just see;
The ravishing beauty of her angelic face!
I could see the cheer of thousand butterflies;
And, the shimmer from her lotus eyes!
I had a mirror, the mirror of my memories
Memories that I endured with and I danced.
I saw in the mirror, and I could just see;
Those vulnerable thoughts of my futile crush!
I could see the disgrace of my sightless chase;
And, the utmost depth of my lamenting eyes!
I had a mirror, the mirror of my memories
Memories that I survived and now bemoan!
I saw in the mirror, and I could see;
Those sorrowful contours of her maturing face!
I could see her wail amongst a thousand skint; *
And, I was there……… Yet, she was lonely!
poem by Catastrophe KING
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Some food
Some food is
Medicine...
Medicine is some food...
Some food is poison...
Some food is Tenson...
Some food is Fear...
Some food is lovely...
Some food is Bland...
Some food is sweety...
Some food is spicy...
Some food is nothing...
Food is not only food
A good eatable medicine...
At only some food...
Some food...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Broken Images, Distorted Views
Every mirror tells a tale,
My mirror is a memory I do not wish to tell
Eery reflection has a story yet to be told,
They say the mirror never lies, but that's all my mirror ever sold
Look Into the reflective piece of glass, that mirror, pool or lake,
Gaze into the lie and realise that it's fake
Oh you look so classy in the mirror, but take a look inside,
Your body spins a different song, there's things your eyes can not hide,
Now I use a different mirror, one that doesn't lie,
Mirror Mirror in the sky, look down in judgement from up high
Give me the facts, tell me the truth,
Strip away the layers of lies, right back to my youth,
The image I see in the mirror is not good enough, it just won't do,
The person starring back is perfect, but I'm just not you.
poem by Ralph Acosta
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Broken Images, Distorted Views
Every mirror tells a tale,
My mirror is a memory I do not wish to tell
Eery reflection has a story yet to be told,
They say the mirror never lies, but that's all my mirror ever sold
Look Into the reflective piece of glass, that mirror, pool or lake,
Gaze into the lie and realise that it's fake
Oh you look so classy in the mirror, but take a look inside,
Your body spins a different song, there's things your eyes can not hide,
Now I use a different mirror, one that doesn't lie,
Mirror Mirror in the sky, look down in judgement from up high
Give me the facts, tell me the truth,
Strip away the layers of lies, right back to my youth,
The image I see in the mirror is not good enough, it just won't do,
The person starring back is perfect, but I'm just not you.
poem by Phil Whittaker
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There's a girl in the mirror!
There's a girl in the mirror
Staring back at me
I don't even know who she is
But by heck! She's ugly
There's a girl in the mirror
Standing very still
She's pale and she looks afraid
I think she might be ill
There's a girl in the mirror
She'd never win a prize
She looks very depressed
You can tell it by her eyes
There's a girl in the mirror
Looks like she needs a friend
I don't have many myself
But I guesse my self I can lend
To the girl in the mirror
I step towards to comfort her
I see her coming closer
But now she's becoming a bit of a blur
Now the girl in the mirror
Has left me on my own
Here I stand in a dark, cold room
Feeling very alone
poem by Becky Ginn
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The pastel drawing of our Cafe de Capricornus!
Capricorn; A southern zodiacal constellation between Sagaittarius and Aquarius.The tenth sign of the zodiac, into which the sun enters at the winter solstice, about December 22.
Darling! We're Capricorns
And the Horoscope says;
This week is better to start a business enterprise
And that develops further on!
So I am drawing our cafe beside the busiest freeway.
Definitely that would be a stopover!
'What are you going to sell there? '
'Bitter coffee of the tasty life with a sentimental poem
And a singsong with my four stringed ukulele.'
'How about spicy buns? '
' That's good we could have supply them heavy sexy spicy buns.'
'When this pastel drawing hangs on the dreamy cafe wall? '
She said with her menopausal sad smile
And it's a gloomy rainy day!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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A Ballad Of Refreshment
The lady stood at the station bar,
(Three currants in a bun)
And oh she was proud, as ladies are.
(And the bun was baked a week ago.)
For a weekly wage she was standing there,
(Three currants in a bun)
With a prominent bust and light gold hair.
(And the bun was baked a week ago.)
The express came in at half-past two,
(Three currants in a bun)
And there lighted a man in the navy blue.
(And the bun was baked a week ago.)
A stout sea-captain he was, I ween.
(Three currants in a bun)
Much travel had made him very keen.
(And the bun was baked a week ago.)
A sober man and steady was he.
(Three currants in a bun)
He called not for brandy, but called for tea.
(And the bun was baked a week ago.)
'Now something to eat, for the train is late.'
(Three currants in a bun)
She brought him a bun on a greasy plate.
(And the bun was baked a week ago.)
He left the bun, and he left the tea,
(Three currants in a bun)
She charged him a shilling and let him be,
And the train went on at a quarter to three.
(And the bun is old and weary.)
poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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Moments of Vision
That mirror
Which makes of men a transparency,
Who holds that mirror
And bids us such a breast-bare spectacle see
Of you and me?
That mirror
Whose magic penetrates like a dart,
Who lifts that mirror
And throws our mind back on us, and our heart,
until we start?
That mirror
Works well in these night hours of ache;
Why in that mirror
Are tincts we never see ourselves once take
When the world is awake?
That mirror
Can test each mortal when unaware;
Yea, that strange mirror
May catch his last thoughts, whole life foul or fair,
Glassing it -- where?
poem by Thomas Hardy
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Mirror Mirror
Mirror mirror
You tell lies
Who put crows feet
Round my eyes?
Mirror mirror
Hanging there
Who put that grey
In my hair?
Mirror mirror
Is that me
Is that really
Me I see?
Mirror Mirror
Stop your fun
That's not me
That is my mum
Mirror mirror
Don't stare back
For it's bad luck
If you should crack
Mirror mirror
On days like these
When what I see
Doesn't please
Mirror mirror
My mood this day
Will ask you turn
The other way!
poem by Stevie Taite
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The Spicy Pickle
I wanna tell you about a place
That’s very special to me
It’s called The Spicy Pickle
They serve food so deliciously
There’s salads, soups & sandwiches
With flavors of such delight
You can go there for lunch
Or dinner t’wards the night
They have little crusty pizzas
With what fixins’ you desire
Oh yes, they serve the food
That folks never ever tire
But the very best to me is
The ‘build your own’ meal
So many things to choose from
What a delightful deal
I hope you too will enjoy one day
Or even in the night
The wonderful Spicy Pickle
Where the food is made just right!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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The Mirror Struggled
The mirror struggled; reflecting beauty such as hers
Prescribed a glory in the challenge – a fairytale
Or such as like! To shimmer back hypnotic hues
From auras of her skin – how do mirrors cope?
Hoary tales of pretty adolescent buds
Could never hope to match the tomes of dreamy
Pulchritude apprising us of such a belle as she.
The mirror shone; and as it worked itself, a moment –
Did it overlook the hidden melancholy?
Were melting eyes bedewed–? Florid lips imbued
With mournfulness? The hindrance of the silver glass!
Oh! to seek – to know the meaning of the sorrow!
She (with tearful hair, an image out of heaven)
Never opened up her heart. The mirror struggled.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Death By Chocolate
Food that helps us stay alive
You can't argue with that
Motorised wheelchairs to ferry the large
We have to question that
Food that fails to arrive
Can we accept that
Death by chocolate
A tasty sweet
Three minutes late in arriving
We really get angry at that.
Kent - 20th August 2005
poem by Clive Selligan
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Think Mirror Mirror Don’t You
Mirror Mirror Don’t You Think
Mirror mirror on the wall
Don’t you ever think?
When I wash in the bathroom sink
That I want to be alone but all I see
Is the mirror reflection of me
Copying my ever move
Staring at me just to prove
I’m alive at the most
Ah you’re so wrong for I’m a ghost
So for your wrong detection
I should show no reflection
So being the good ghost I am
I will let you off with a little crack
An if you do it again I will be back
With a hammer attack!
Mirror Mirror Don’t You Think
poem by Ken e Hall
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Innocent Mirror
Look into your mirror
And tell me what you see
Is it really you?
Or someone you cannot be
Don’t look at someone else’s mirror
And tell them who they should be
Looking in their mirror
Will not change what your mirror sees
When you look into your mirror
Are you sure you see yourself?
As you gaze into your eyes
Are you sure your eyes aren’t reflecting someone else?
It’s not the mirror’s fault,
That it reflects someone else
How do you expect a mirror to reflect you
If you don’t know who you are yourself
poem by Mehreen Mujeeb
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The snake skin scarcely shed
Just before it happens,
does the snake look forward
with relief, or feel vulnerable
to some strange force?
and when it’s happened,
is there a feeling of new freedom -
that’s got rid of that worn out thing,
so battered, scratched, dry, and cut?
I look in the shaving mirror
envying the snake
with no mirror, to which to sadly say
oh sss*** – it’s much the same..
poem by Michael Shepherd
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