On Retirement

Gosh! Oh gee! I’m an O.A.P.
Oh what am I going to do,
I have worked all my life,
Through trouble and strife,
And feel just a little bit blue I just cannot retire,
I still have lots of fire,
And plenty of vigour and vim,
I can dance, and can sing,
Do most everything
But alas never learned to swim. I can waltz, [...]

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Calling Lucasta From Her Retirement Ode

I.
From the dire monument of thy black roome,
Wher now that vestal flame thou dost intombe,
As in the inmost cell of all earths wombe.
II.
Sacred Lucasta, like the pow’rfull ray
Of heavenly truth, passe this Cimmerian way,
Whilst all the standards of your beames display.
III.
Arise and climbe our whitest, highest hill;
There your sad thoughts with joy and wonder fill,
And [...]

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Retirement

At last, it’s here
Long awaited, anticipated
Dreamed about and planned for
And so meets two opposing emotions
Elation in the joy of the moment
And trepidation in the idea
Of, suddenly, being
Unemployed
This poem was written/submitted by C R Clark.

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Ode to Beauty

EXULTING BEAUTY,­phantom of an hour,
Whose magic spells enchain the heart,
Ah ! what avails thy fascinating pow’r,
Thy thrilling smile, thy witching art ?
Thy lip, where balmy nectar glows;
Thy cheek, where round the damask rose
A thousand nameless Graces move,
Thy mildly speaking azure eyes,
Thy golden hair, where cunning Love
In many a mazy ringlet lies?
Soon as thy radiant [...]

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seventh wave

You ride six waves which are OK,
the seventh is just great,
you mess it up and go away,
that’s life, accept your fate.
But later there will come a chance,
one time in forty nine,
when waves are great and you enhance
their greatness and define
the moment as the greatest one
you’ve ever had. It’s rare
as shares you might choose [...]

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House Of Murder

Rat holes by the kitchen door
And roaches crawling around the floor
Home for cockroach, rat and mouse
Old Dan Nash’s little house.
Two hooded thieves the windows broke
And smashed the table made of oak
Pulled up the floor boards, broke the chairs
And ransacked the cupboards and smashed the wares.
But what they came for they did not find
And [...]

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The Heirs of Stalin

Mute was the marble. Mutely glimmered the glass.
Mute stood the sentries, bronzed by the breeze.
Thin wisps of smoke curled over the coffin.
And breath seeped through the chinks
as they bore him out the mausoleum doors.
Slowly the coffin floated, grazing the fized bayonets.
He also was mute- his embalmed fists,
just pretending to be dead, he watched [...]

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She Has Her Plans Made

Quite near retirement age she is sixty three
She has her plans made to grow old by the sea
She looks at the real estate ads every day
A one bedroom apartment would suit her okay.
She dyes her hair brown for to cover her gray
Her daughter has Primary School going children today
For one in her sixth decade [...]

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My Hero, My Dad

There was a time you held my hand
as a child too young to understand.
You repaired broken toys and shined everyone’s shoes.
Regaled WWII stories at least a thousand times or two.
It was you who introduced me to the University of Notre Dame,
and ultimately, I realized nothing would ever be the same.
I recall my first visit [...]

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It Was Just A Job

Today I lost my job, but what did I really lose?
I can get another one, and I can pick and choose
A job is only work you do to earn a buck or two
Get up early, punch the clock and work the whole day through
Someone else will get the glory and the bonus you worked [...]

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