Showing posts with label aging. Show all posts
Showing posts with label aging. Show all posts
By: Shilpi Grewal


 
One of those days when i think it through
Look into what i've done and how time flew
Me, who was so untamed,
How appearances be-fooled us two


How pointless it seems now
All makes me think just how
The time have made me stronger
And what took to make through


Friends that were everything
Now i am just left with few
Nights that were so lonely
The mistakes that made me new


The pictures i have lost,
The memories that made through,
The voices that once lingered
Are dimming down too


How losing doesn't hurt any longer
Maybe that’s part of walk through
Accepting fault isn’t hard now
I wish making them was optional too


But since love is all that matters
Believe me i love you.




Shilpi Grewal
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Daily Quote: It all depends on how we look at things,
and not how they are in themselves.
- Carl Jung


Linguist Corner-ITALIAN: regalare: to present / verb
Example sentence: Il giorno del pensionamento, i colleghi le regaleranno una collana.
Translation: On the day of her retirement, her co-workers will present her with a necklace.


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By: Gray and Mars

Sideways picture frames,
She looks at me, doesn’t know my name.
I say, “It’s me.”
She says, “Who would that be?”
& mutters a soliloquy.


She points at the glass to clear her throat,
As I take off my woolen coat,
& pull up a wooden chair,
& look at her ancient hair.


I tell her that I’m doing good,
& Mona’d come out if she could.
& she points and looks at the sky,
& says a scarecrow just passed by,
& I didn’t know what to do,
I’m just a boy she knew.


The room became so tense
She said things that made no sense.
About a man with a broom and a flute,
Who looked real good in a suit.
& I asked her which man,
& she said it was the one
Who fades into the evening sun.

I saw Death at the bedroom door
& fell to the wooden floor,
“Do you remember anything?
The morning’s when you would sing,
In the garden with the sun,
& laugh with everyone?”
(This dream that we’re in,
Is stuck in a coffin,
It’s not one that we choose,
But it’s just the one we’re use to).
& she said, “Who are you?”
“Mama, I’m the boy you knew.”

Gray and Mars


Daily Quote: Whatever you can do, or dream you can, Begin it.
Boldness has genius, power and magic in it, Begin it now.
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe


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By: Clinton S. Thomas

Life today
Yesterday, when I was young,
reminds me of music I once heard
and I can imagine my life being that song.
When I was young, I had the world spread out for me.

I dreamed of being a spaceman,
a cowboy, an army man, a fighter pilot
maybe even a policeman or a firefighter
and at times I knew I could be President.

Growing a little older, those dreams changed
doctor, teacher, or businessman
started to occupy my plans as I considered my
options and decided to write.

With thoughts of scripts, novels, shorts, and poetry
it was easy to see myself doing that.
Suddenly, I was older
and what I decided turned to how I would survive.

In the end there is no lake house, or hut by the sea
where typewriters and keyboards
keep me up through nights of writing.
Kids, responsibilities, and bills have become life today.


Clinton S. Thomas
Poet Domain



Daily Quote: Don't be afraid to give up the good to go for the great.
- John D. Rockefeller


Linguist Corner-SPANISH: ocultar, verb /to hide, to conceal
Example:
- Se arrojó sobre la cama, y ocultó el rostro entre las almohadas.
She flung herself on the bed and hid her face in the pillows.
- El ministro mintió y ocultó información esencial en su primera rueda de prensa.
The minister lied and concealed essential information in his first press conference.


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By: Michael White


Let me clasp your hand in mine
Together we’ll enjoy the view
City rooftops out of line
Factory chimneys, streets we knew

Remember when we walked together
Pavements glistening after rain
Heedless of inclement weather
Lost in youthful love’s domain

Twilight years have now descended
Precious memories remain
Dreams of youth are soon transcended
Streets of magic, golden rain

Let me clasp your hand in mine
Till we’re ready to depart
Re-incarnate or this lifetime
Never shall we be apart

Michael White
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Daily Quote: "Basically, the only thing we need is a hand that rests on our own,
that wishes it well, that sometimes guides us."
~Hector Bianciott


Linguist Corner-ITALIAN: confessare / to confess / verb
- Example: Dopo poco tempo lui si è pentito e ha confessato il suo delitto.
- Translation: After a short time he repented and confessed his crime.


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By: Pierce Hacking



Crawl into the light.
Open up your newborn eyes.
Grow into a life.

Experience life.
Learn from your environment.
Grow up over time.

Increase your burden.
New drama surrounds your life.
Grow through your troubles.

Be responsible.
Your life is altered by choice.
Grow through college life.

Live out all your dreams.
Define your life’s real purpose.
Grow through your choices.

Older, settled down.
Reflect on how life has been.
Grow into wisdom.

Retired and relaxed.
Realize your mortality.
Grow into new life.

Pierce Hacking
Catharsis of Pierce



"The human race has one really effective weapon, and that is laughter."
~Mark Twain



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By: Raymond J. Denzel


one should know
it will happen
one day
age creeping up
wear and tear
occupation contributes

wake from sleep
thought only
of pain
knee cries out
can't move
knifing shooting
left one aches

slowly move
careful
subsides for now
walking at work
right one starts
to click
heard by none

shrug it off
only thought
man's way
ignore it will
go away

suddenly
realized
my new world order
where is Dorothy
I need her now
oil can
oil can
squirt here
squirt there
squeak squeak
ahhh
feeling better
all better

wake up ToTo
no oil can
no relief
surprise
not in kansas
anymore

Raymond J. Denzel
R. Jacob Post Poetic Muses



Most of our obstacles would melt away if, instead of cowering before them, we should make up our minds to walk boldly through them.
-Orison Swett Marden

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As women, there comes a time, we
cannot dress as we did before.
As we get older, things change and what we're
wearing, isn't appropriate anymore.

Not wanting to appear ridiculous we have
to be more selective, when choosing, what to wear.
It goes without saying,the next thing to be done,
is rearrange our hair.

The color of our skin will take
on a lighter tone.
Makeup should be used sparingly and blended very carefully.
Short skirts are out and mid length, is in.

Never wear clothes too tight, or reveal a lot of skin.
Whatever you choose, the colors should be warm
and flattering, they're the best for you.
Keep away from all bright colors, they will never do.

Don't let these changes get to you or tear you apart.
Remember, you're getting better
and getting better, is an art!

Audrey Heller



"An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have. The older she gets the more interested he is in her."
~Agatha Christie

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days getting shorter
nights getting longer
a bit of coolness
starts to drift
in from the night

kids back in school
sports scene
turns over
winter thoughts
come upon us

holidays rush to
meet us
swiftly changing
with the seasons

does age make
it faster
as time marches on

people stop grilling
beaches close
pools shut down
list of to do
things to be done
getting ready

coldness brings aches
months will be many
before it is sunny
darkness changes
moods
happiness is fleeting

somwhere it is warm
fun in the sun
life is a joy
but now the wind howls
cold fingers searching
looking for openings

places have snow
flakes are special
but not all at once
trudging through
upward and onward
getting through it all

but as the world turns
and changes
so do the seasons
and soon the warmth
will return again

but as one gets older
time crawls for the
good times to get here
and speeds up the bad

one day at a time
may be all we have left

Raymond Denzel
R. Jacob Post




"Cruel and cold is the judgment of man, Cruel as winter, and cold as the snow; But by-and-by will the deed and the plan Be judged by the motive that lieth below."
~Lewis J. Bates


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