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Tag Archives: aging
Old Poets by Michael Longley
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Posted in Literature, Poetry, Soul Poetry, Spiritual
Tagged aging, Irish poets, Michael Langley
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578 million, eight hundred eighty
If a life were a quilt would I have 67 squares? or 720 for each hour in each month? Let’s see that would be 67 years times 12 months times 720. . Life is much longer than I’d previously … Continue reading
What Is New to Me Now, at 68
(Annual Greenfield Word Festival 2016) . What is new to me now, (don’t bother me with cell phones, legalized weed), . What is new to me now is constant war with no intervals of peace, What is new to me … Continue reading
Posted in Literature, Poetry
Tagged aging, black lives matter, history, night sky, poetry, silence
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The News I Fear
Slugs are not much loved. Maybe God loves slugs, But who knows? .. One day in the garden, no slugs. Next day, slugs. .. The invisible destroyer becomes solid, Well, almost solid; It’s a slug. .. Rare is the animal … Continue reading
I’d like
I’d like a wind-up watch, they don’t need instructions. I’d like a key that isn’t a card, my Visa won’t open a door. I’d like a tan that comes from the sun, the liquid turns me orange. I’d like a … Continue reading
Posted in Literature, Poetry
Tagged 30 poems in 30 days, aging, grouchy poetry, humorous poetry
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