The Truth About Aging
Boy looks six, Girl looks four,
I was once six, I was once four,
Young and fresh and not a bore,
All of us were once before,
Unless we find the fountain of youth,
There is none, but one truth,
Once I was hot, now I have to thaw,
I can't escape the Aging Law.
Copyright Philo Yan August 29,2012
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My brother, his own father.
I have a brother,
When he was young, He was carefree,
I have a brother,
All grown up now, no more not free
I have a brother,
Who struggles to survive
I have a brother, at times be vain
Took my father in, took my father's pain.
I have a brother,
Who takes care of my mother,
Bless him, my brother,
He became his own father.
Copyright Philo Yan August 25,2012
My Sister, Lost and Found
I had a sister for seventeen years,
She went missing, many tears,
We wondered what she was up to,
We didn't know she was forced to,
By her sick boyfriend,
This abusive boyfriend,
He controlled her every move,
Kept her weak, there's no prove.
When father died, the saddest truth,
When father died, the loss of youth,
Broken spell of the gnome,
Born again, little sister calls home
Father's prayers were heard,
Sad, No father's love, this lost bird,
But mother's love still remain,
To cut through the years of pain,
Her journey on trust has just begun,
My sister, has returned to the sun.
Copyright Philo Yan August 25,2012
Seashells
One by one, dropping into the sea,
Seashells spiralling down the wild blue yonder,
If the world does not have a sea, what would life be?
That would be something to reflect and ponder.
We will not have sharks, nor dolphins to admire,
We will not see the turtles come to shore to sire,
We will not see the majestic whale in all it's splendor,
Or the magnificent corals bursting with color.
There will be many we won't get to see,
If the world does not have a sea,
What would life be?
We should be thankful then, shouldn't we?
Copyright Philo Yan Edited August 25,2012
Do I consider me a senior?
I am now fifty but I am still nifty.
What construes a senior, that we are no more leaner?
What construes a senior, our skin begins to look saggy?
What construes a senior, we wear clothes that are baggy?
What construes a senior, our hair has changed to grey?
What construes a senior, we go to church, we pray?
What construes a senior, we walk with bended stoop?
What construes a senior, we can't control our poop?
What construes a senior, we live in a nursing home?
What construes a senior, we don't need a comb?
What construes a senior, we have all but one tooth?
What construes a senior, medication is like a loot?
What construes a senior, feeding the pidgeons is a hoot?
What construes a senior, no solids only liquid food?
What construes a senior, the time seems to fly?
What construes a senior, we shrivel and slowly die?
What construes a senior, we learn how to survive
What construes a senior, we do our best with our remaining life.
Copyright Philo Yan August 20,2012
Good Day
Wishing you a very good day,
Happy, Happy, Happy Birthday,
I'm sure you smile and grin today,
And a lot more smiles everyday,
Only today is your special day
Until next year the same day,
I wish you again Happy Birthday!
Copyright Philo Yan September 13,2012
In a Cemetery...
Islands of memories
Cities of stone,
Sentinels of silence
In the great all-alone,
‘What do you find in
Your new-found release? ’
Sigh-whispered silence, girl:
‘Peace, perfect peace! ’
Youth fresh from aging,
Love’s bloom anew,
Old friends re-greeting
The girl they once knew,
Those who have loved you
In life’s livid crease
Hold to your memory in
Peace, perfect peace!
11 March 1975
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Young girl! !
Young girl don't run
Just look to the sun
Young girl don't hide
Just look inside
Young girl don't cry
Look right past look into the sky
Young girl don't listen to them
Young girl it will go away
Look for a brighter day
Young girl you will be alright
When they are out of sight
Young girl listen to your heart
I will not part
Young girl search your soal
When you find me there you'll search no more
poem by Becky Ginn
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Stewing To Do A Brooding
I know I am aging at a rapid pace,
Because I can no longer tolerate...
Those who make excuses,
With a truth they can not face.
Today so many seem to wish an escape,
From their mistakes they can not admit.
And quick with unsilent lips they are,
To review a stewing to do a brooding over it.
And since my patience has gone,
To listen to the same song sung...
From Sunset to dawn prolonged too long,
I immediately exit from it as being relevant.
I know I am aging at a rapid pace,
Because I can no longer tolerate...
Those who make excuses,
With a truth they can not face.
And it gets annoying to hear,
A voice deceptively lamenting...
Over what was done when they were young,
With a venting of their issues unending.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thru The Eyes Of Ruby
Wrap me up in always, and drag me in with maybes
Your innocence is treasure, your innocence is death
Your innocence is all I have
Breathing under water, and living under glass, and
(chorus)
If you spin your love around
The secrets of your dreams
You may find your love is gone
And is not quite what it seemed
To appear to disappear
Beneath all your darkest fears
I believe in never, I believe in all the way
But belief is not to notice, belief is just some faith
And faith cant help you to escape
And with this ring I wed thee true
And with this ring I wed thee now
And with this ring I play so dead
But no ones asking for the truth, so let me tell you
(chorus)
To the reveleations of fresh faced youth
No one will come to save you
So speak your peace in the murmurs drawn
But youth is wasted on the young
Your strength is my weakness, your weakness my hate
My love for you just cant explain
Why were forever frozen, forever beautiful
Forever lost inside ourselves
The night has come to hold us young
song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins
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Thru The Eyes Of A Ruby
Wrap me up in always, and drag me in with maybes
Your innocence is treasure, your innocence is death
Your innocence is all I have
Breathing underwater, and living under glass
And if you spin your love around
The secrets of your dreams
You may find your love is gone
And is not quite what it seemed
To appear to disappear
Beneath all your darkest fears
I believe in never, I believe in all the way
But belief is not to notice, believe is just some faith
And faith cant help you to escape
And with this ring I wed thee true
And with this ring I wed thee now
And with this ring I play so dead
But no ones asking for the truth, so let me tell you
If you spin your love around
The secrets of your dreams
You may find your love is gone
And is not quite what it seemed
To appear to disappear
Beneath all your darkest fears
To the revelations of fresh faced youth
No one will come to save you
So speak your peace in the murmurs drawn
But youth is wasted on the young
Your strength is my weakness, your weakness my hate
My love for you just cant explain
Why were forever frozen, forever beautiful,
Forever lost inside ourselves
The night has come to hold us young
song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins
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Young Girl
Young girl Abused and broken
Young girl Alone and Frightened
Young girl Worthless and Ugly
Young girl feels so alone
She has no one to hold her
Young girl's father to drunk to even care
The young girl gets beaten everyday
The young girl wanting to runaway
Young girl will not leave her father alone
Like he has done to her
This young girl's teacher has a note
She reads the note aloud to the class
This young girl was beaten to death
No one had the guts to save her
This young girl bruised and dead
This young girl buried in the cold ground
This young girl has no one to visit her grave
No one asked her how she got her bruises
No one even took a second chance
Goodbye young girl fly away into the arms of God
For He loved you and always will
This young girl happy again
poem by Jasmine Kayleen
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Stages
First of all...
I know it's not just all about me.
Only in my mind I am told.
And that seems to be aging rapidly!
As a glowing youth...
Dims to be conquered,
By an aging truth!
Overnight it seems.
Although many may refuse to agree with me.
Those into appearances and physicalities!
I am not one to be talking about looks...
But let me say this,
No pages flipped through books
Prepares anyone for the stages of aging.
Or when to apply a night cheek lift!
To become disappointed with the results,
That sit unresisting to stay for a long visit!
Compliments on maintaining a youthfulness,
Stirs those in doubt about what is really meant...
By those unsolicited comments sent!
But pleased to get them without resentment.
There are those who may defy this process.
But when it noticibly starts...
A feeling of achievement begins to arrive,
Or a time gone by so quickly is realized!
Which gets many into denial fits!
Horrified that the time has come...
And that they too can not escape from this!
When a passing glance in a mirror,
Becomes a lingering stare...
What is seen is obvious.
And we all must become aware...
An aging has taken place,
To stay on one's face...
Not to go anywhere,
But to etch and trace.
Hopefully some allow...
And undergo with grace.
That's the reality of these stages we go through!
At least 'some' do.
The ones who are not moisturizing...
To rid a wrinkle,
Or two.
OR...
Those of us who make a fuss,
About a delayed aging process ordered...
Taking too long to come and is much overdue!
A special delivery was paid to insure a rush!
To subdue those lines that accrue...
With the stages of age some welcome unphased!
Praying this amazement of a quick aging,
Fades away!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hubby's Train
Hubby snores, a midnight train,
Left arm is giving me pain,
Eyes wide open, energy drain,
Can't fall asleep, I speak plain.
Fried chicken's to be blame,
High salt, High oil, the same.
In part I have to claim
I do feel a little shame,
Resistance futile, lame
Can't sleep, my hubby's train.
Cravings came, hard to resist.
We live to eat, what a twist.
Love of food so persist,
No use, give up resist.
Copyright Philo Yan September 10,2012
Freely Bound
Teach me to escape
your unforced captivity
and I'll sing your name.
(2 August 2012)
poem by Diana van den Berg
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Love At First Sight
I dash across the busy streets,
One wet and cloudy day.
To buy myself some savory sweets,
I trip a clumsy way,
Plonk down on my fanny seats.
I look around from where I lay,
A man dashes across the busy streets.
He comes near me, eyes striking blue,
He speaks and says, 'Miss, can I help you? '
Stands over me, reach out his hands,
He pulls me up, from where he stands
A tall, dark stranger, man oh man!
Handsome devil, I am a fan!
He smiles, one thousand watt,
At least that's what I thought!
Is he my knight in shining armor?
Who knows, He could be a farmer!
What if it's destiny call?
Shall I pick up, take the call?
Shall I open or close the wall?
Oh my, blue eyes is really tall.....
Perhaps Love at first sight?
Perhaps I can be right.
To love someone is gamble,
To love someone can take a tumble,
If we find love to be a struggle,
That's not love, it spells trouble.
Copyright Philo Yan September 1,2012
The fountain of youth with the youthful young musician is one meaning, and the fountain of youth with the youthful energy of the leader is another meaning.
quote by Roy Haynes
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When I Was A Young Girl
(A Song of Old Ballads)
WHEN I was a young girl, all in a green arbor,
When I was a young girl in Springtimes gone by
All the long days I went singing and smiling,
Down by the roses the sweet days beguiling,
Love in the arbor and love in the sky . . .
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl,
When I was a young girl, how happy was I!
Oh, the long days I must sit at my sampler,
Oh, the slow way that the still time would go!
I longed to be running across the bright heather,
'Off with the silk gown and on with the leather,
Following the raggle-taggle gypsies, oh!'
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl,
When I was a young girl, a long time ago!
When I was a young girl in days that were golden,
When I was a young girl, and life had no smart,
All the world seemed a place for my playing,
Full of great lovers to come to me, saying,
'Madam, I give you the keys of my heart . . .'
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl,
When I was a young girl, and dreaming apart!
When I was a young girl, I dreamed of my lover,
A tall cavalier who should whisper me low,
'Love, on your lips are red roses a-blowing,
I am your true love, and fast is time going
Am I your true love? Oh, say yes or no!'
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl–
When I was a young girl, a long time ago!
When I was a young girl there came my true lover,
Swiftly I knew him in glad days gone by;
Never a sword or a lovelock or feather,
But oh, at his touch 'twas our hearts came together,
Love in the arbor and love in the sky . . .
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl,
When I was a young girl, how happy was I!
poem by Margaret Widdemer
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You Girl Please (comfort me)
Moonlight pressed upon my pillow
I woke up to find myself alone
I lay down and tried to sleep
But I can’t sleep when I’m alone
You girl please, give me peace
Come and share the night with me
You girl please, comfort me
Truth in love is all I seek
Outside the wind beat loudly
On an aging window pane
Six eight time, a waltz in a heartbeat
Seeing god in each dropp of rain
You girl please, give me peace
Come and share the night with me
You girl please, comfort me
Help me in loves sweet release
break
Silent thunder, creaking floor boards
Caught and echo behind these walls
The stroke of midnight starts a new day
Lonely darkness floods throughout these halls
You girl please, give me peace
Come and spend the night with me
You girl please, comfort me
Your tender loving, share with me
Lightning’s lash rips apart the night sky
Window leaks like a face it cries
Tormenting breeze blows through the curtain
What’s this emptiness you left inside
You girl please, give me peace
Come and share the night with me
You girl please, comfort me
Your wild loving spend with me
Copyright Colin Coplin 1988 (updated 2010)
poem by Colin Coplin
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^^Raging hate, aging fate^^
Locked inside this deep raging hate.
Wanting to escape the aging fate.
In a world full of toxic waste, makes me wounder how it tastes.
The death that lies inside, my pain that cries for revise.
How do i leave this raging hate
& how do i escape this aging fate?
poem by Carly Bachor
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[ Late August ]
Heat still sizzles in the fields
In August summer still yields
The sun shines to no regret
Wind sauntering 'til sunset
'though heat is being cool off by the rain
Preserving flowers, and meadow - green
But summer still taking what it brings
The August incense with fugacious wings
Bounty blooms, butterflies, bees are insane
Birds, crickets sing and the night listens
Summer's sky, bright burst so clear
It's the late August in summer's fair
Summer in August still in standby
Sooner balmy weather is coming by
The hot temper will bicker with cool air
With soothing breeze here comes September
Ency Bearis
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poem by Ency Bearis
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