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Poem Details | by Mark J. Halliday |
Categories: art, conflict, inspiration, world,

moi-meme

Mark 
Creative, artistic, musical, analytical
Brother of Michael and Susanna; son of Fred and Marlyn
Lover of Nelly (Bourieau) H., science fiction novels and films, private serenity 
Who feels respect for God and humanity, love for nature, worry for the Earth’s future 
Who fears mediocrity, retirement, economic collapse leading to a popular insurrection
Who would like to see successful sons, grandchildren, his songs produced/recorded 
Marina, California (for the moment) 
Halliday


Poem Details | by Julie Grenness |
Categories: feelings, love, men, retirement, romance, women,

UNWOMANNED

Here, I dwell in no man's land,
On the flip side, there's men unwomanned,
They can be a miserable band,
Desperately seeking a hand,
I read their profiles for online dating,
Is this pulp fiction they're creating?
"Honest, sensuous, sincere men here,
Tactile and reliable...", Great, my dears,
All searching for affection,
BUT, I want your ex's true opinion!
Can I have her phone number, please?
What do you mean she's overseas,
Like forever and permanently?
Oh, really, really, really.....
What does your ex say about you, please?
Why complain about her to me?
Honestly, why are you unwomanned?
While, here I dwell in no man's land.........

Poem Details | by James Fredholm |
Categories: hope, retirement,

Oh Spring Day

I was wrong about spring, 
for all those months I painted the blame on winter’s dark face.  
Wave after wave of cold cloudy, darkening days,
saturated my damaged point of view.  By the way
I am sure I will die on a winter day, blaming the solstice, 
waiting for the capricious spring to finally arrive.

But my heart will be frozen, and perhaps not even alive.
God how I love the way you make the sun shine.

I was wrong about my fate,
I filled the frame in haste, too busy to wait.  I didn’t listen.
I ate my own eyes, and blamed the skies,
I chased the horizon and wrapped it in lies.  

Oh spring day, it is never too late,
to fill me with mercy and grace as I wait.

Poem Details | by Scribbler Of Verses |
Categories: allegory, art, beach, beautiful, beauty, dance, dedication, dream, farewell, freedom, friendship, girlfriend, happiness, happy, heaven, home, hope, introspection, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, love, memory, metaphor, nostalgia, ocean, passion, relationship, retirement, romance, romantic, woman,

The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


1.


Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,

strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.


2.


Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,

walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.


3.


Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,

lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,

my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,

wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.





Poem Details | by Dan Keir |
Categories: adventure, angst, autumn, business, confusion, dark, dedication, depression, fear, grief, growing up, happiness, happy, hate, health, home, hope, humorous, imagination, inspirational, introspection, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, love, on work and working, pain, parody, people, relationship, retirement, sad, satire, school, social, stress, success, sympathy, time, work,

Reflections: Midlife Crisis

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
!!

Poem Details | by Anna J Carroll |
Categories: retirement,

No Praise

Resistant to all
No love in my heart
No care for anything
I'm ripping apart
No feelings for anyone
No passion inside
No sympathy still
No remorse to hide

Poem Details | by cory long |
Categories: fantasy

my retirement place

LOVE crystal blue seas, with snow covered sands, dreaming of this place.
Grass skirts, necklaces, pig roasts and coconut drinks. Soaking up the rays, hanging 10 and snorkeling, a FUN place to retire at.
I'm sitting around the fire. Speak of island legends, take with me words of wisdom, and POETRY of this land. Fun and frolic contest cory long

Poem Details | by Abdulhafeez Oyewole |
Categories: retirement, sympathy, visionary,

Heaven Is A World

In getting into a conclusive unit

We may need a saturated balloon

From what we have got is far from accepting 

Those who insisted beyond lying pits.

Dear men under siege, from back and forth

who face scratching soil and the scorching sun

Yet have to account for what they have earned.

Who will call who into justice burst forth.

Heaven must have been right reward for them.

But libido instilled in them a love

Of touch, riches, mantle, mansion and fame

Waved their fat claimed hope, achievements... But tough.

No amount of clarion call to guidance
Will stay their world, if they won't be guided.

Poem Details | by Robin Silver |
Categories: adventure, beach, dream, retirement, sea, summer, vacation,

Seaside Dream

The seaside...now there is a place I like to be,
To get away from the city the neighbours and some family,
To lay on the beach without a care at all,
Watching people swimming, sunbathing or just playing with a ball,
At the seaside you can eat fish and chips,
Or you can simply gaze at the distant ships,
Listening to the rocks crackle in the ebb and flow,
Of the blue crisp ocean going to and fro,
The cool sea breeze and Cornish ice cream,
Will always be with me in a seaside dream,
Yeah I really love to be by the coast,
And I hate going home the most,
So one day I will make the move and live by the sea,
Until I get old and life’s had enough of me.

Poem Details | by amber davis |
Categories: life

Life

Struggles.
Short term the school.
Long term the house of love.
A career until retirement.
My world.

Poem Details | by JEAN MURRAY |
Categories: animal, retirement, sad love,

RETIRED RAM

There once was a ram who retired,
who really was terribly tired.
Having serviced the lot,
he should have have been shot.
But the gun thankfully backfired.

Poem Details | by Gordon McConnell |
Categories: love, retirement, romance,

A Lovers Day Away

These two mature lovers together
been married for many a day
now both retired from employment
can enjoy time together come what may

So they look forward to days away
using the free bus pass to get about
after checking the weather and the route
they plan their day then get out

They love to enjoy the countryside
seeing it's beauty spread so wide
walking in the grass so green
marching out in equal stride

Lovers they are in fullest measure
it's grown so much in years gone by
looking at each other marks a smile
that could only be this gal and guy

They travel all across the land
north, south, east and west
hoping to do this forever more
hand in hand so much blessed

Poem Details | by Curtis Moorman |
Categories: career, military, retirement, soldier, sweet love, travel,

My Life

MY LIFE

Born in Dublin on Saint Patrick's Day
School; spelling champ; steady girl
Senior Prom; graduation; went away
Air Force career; traveled the world

Turkey; Germany; England; Japan
Korea; Vietnam; Philippines; Guam
Austria; Hawaii; Azores; Alaska; all grand
Thirty eight contiguous states fit the plan

Fully retired  --  more to be told  --  stay tuned 

22 September 2018
For the contest sponsored by Anthony Slausen

Poem Details | by Helen Reimer |
Categories: faith, inspiration, religious, retirement,

RETIRED

No, never retired,
Only refired.
Zooming down life's highway
With Jesus, the Life, the Truth, the Way
We've given our pact
To serve God with more tact

So make a "peep" and we'll find you
Multitudes, not just a few
Take a deep gulp of Living Water
Be refreshed, never falter
Receive the joy of salvation
The Lord of every nation

Are we old,
Shifting sand or gold?
Precious life has given wisdom
Many stories of the Kingdom
the sand cleaned out
The gold stout

Through the fires and the storm
Whether night or morn
We will rest and pray
Trust God every day
Fearless and love inspired
Never to be retired.

Poem Details | by harry horsman |
Categories: nostalgia, retirement,

Got to go

I stand here and implore you to believe me
No, I am not Jack White 
Although you say I’m a liar
This shaking all over, is over
I’m going home to track my youth
Leaving your accent behind, put on my I.D
And look literal life in the eyes,
I need to get away, my Rock ‘n’ Roll has died,
MTV is full of four-letter words
And love is not one of them,
I’m taking the next train back to nostalgia
Then an airplane across boisterous seas,
Satisfied to live with memories
Along the highway of vinyl,
Where old labels are still shining
Unlike me, long after their demise.

© Harry J Horsman 2018

Poem Details | by Alye Lee |
Categories: break up, i love you, lost love, love, retirement, soulmate, true love,

Reborn

Anticipating
a relationship reborn
on a skeleton 
where love is the support, 
two yearning souls seek wholeness,
prepared for the pains of growth.

Poem Details | by Connie Moore |
Categories: goodbye, loss, love, pain,

Old Heart

My Heart Is in Retirement 
I Gave it Too Much Pain 
The Hurt Has Made it Old 
And it Refuses to Love Again 
 
If My Heart Can't Be Persuaded 
To Give Love Another Try 
Then I May as Well Give up 
And Tell You this Is Goodbye 
 
Heart and Mind Are Different 
And Do Not Always Agree 
They Leave Me in Confusion 
But the Heart Does Hold the Key 
 
So I Don't Know What to Do 
But I Have to Make this Stop 
My Mind Says I Do Need Love 
But My Heart Says I Do Not 
 
 
Connie Moore 
1 2 93 


Poem Details | by valerie bellefleur |
Categories: love

Lil and Frank

True Story


My hubby's aunt was ninety three
Spry and full of energy

Lost her man of sixty years
Remembered all the joy and tears

Retirement living she could thank
For meeting up with new beau Frank

Her new mate was ninety five
"Hey, she said I'm still alive!'

Lil and Frank have set the stage
Love can flourish at any age

Hand in hand they share their love
Until the call from up above..

Poem Details | by Mark J. Halliday |
Categories: angst, art, grandchild, guitar, inspirational love, soldier, travel,

Warrior Poet

Warrior
Musical, analytical, religious, artistic.
Son of soldiers.
Lover of Nelly, ragtime pianos, and rhythm guitars.
Who reels angst, inspiration, and regrets.
Who fears retirement, isolation, and mediocrity.
Who would like to see Scandinavia, wealth, and grandchildren.
Resident of the Monterey Peninsula.
Poet

Poem Details | by stephen pennell |
Categories: religion,

Today I made god laugh

Today I made God laugh
I told him my plans
oh, how he laughed
My wife my kids my home
my retirement home
my good paying job
today I made god laugh
I told him love would win
and wars would not begin
cruelty to fellow man would stop
oh how he laughed
experimenting on animals would stop
polluting our planet to come to a stop
factory farming and the fur trade
Today I made God laugh
mans avarice for more 
and how money  rules the world
child exploitation and starvation
oh how he laughed 
so please if you believe 
have a word, as Im not laughing, anymore.

Poem Details | by Shahana Jackson |
Categories: life, love, on writing and words, passionme, me,

I'm always ready

I'm always ready to write
because it's simply what I do
poetry comes out of me 
like an uncapped bottled of glue
and I have an unlimited supply
like a forever metro card
it's all from the heart 
and I'll never settle down
retirement from it 
would be like dying 
I breath it in and 
never exhale 
but the talent in me 
never goes stale
I am what ever it makes me
some say creators are moody
and unpredictable like 
a hurricane season 
I don't really need to give 
a clear reason
why I love it so much
but I take it down like 
a glass of orange juice 
at brunch 
and I never spit it up
It's sticks with me 
like good luck 
It's my first love.

Poem Details | by Gwen Schuetz |
Categories: blessing, friend, god,

James Bond Love

His love is like a James Bond love,
He is  handsome and good-looking.

I look forward to seeing him everyday,
You can't touch James Bond's love.

He is seen with beautiful women,
Popular all day, performing herculian tasks.

How did he come into your life,
That is a mystery to me.

Does he love me too,
Maybe he hasn't said, we are just friends.

Daring and bold, like the hero in the movie,
I am very blessed to have him here everyday.

My favorite movie hero, during my retirement,
What good luck and blessing from God.

Author:Gwen von Erlach Schutz


Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: age, journey, life, love, sunset, time, together,

TOGETHER



Our pace of life transmuted gracefully
Lovingly well into retirement years
So much more still to discover for you and I
With the time we have been blessed with
Heading towards our own storybook ending
Hand in hand walking together into the sunset



Submitted on April 14, 2019, for contest FREE VERSE OR RHYME POETRY IN ITS BEAUTY (#3) sponsored by EVE ROPER  -  RANKED 2ND

Poem Details | by Mike Gentile |
Categories: life, memory, perspective, retirement,

Blonde And Twenty-three

When I was blonde and twenty-three
The world held open doors for me
The streets would speak, they were my friend
I thought that love would never end

Scarlet lips on sunset kisses
Promised all that passion wishes
Mirror friendly faces glowed
I sought the life I thought was owed

When I was wise and forty two
There were so many things to do
No time for flowers in the park
A pawn on board to make his mark

Future still an open dream
Rising fast to taste the cream
When did clocks leave me behind
Forcing a new path to find

Now, it seems I can’t be seen
A wrinkled package casts no sheen
I miss the days of fancy free
When I was blonde and twenty-three

Poem Details | by Robert Moore |
Categories: appreciation,

Do Over

Do Over 
July 28, 2019 

Everybody would like a life do over
You would just make different mistakes.
Maybe I just need a life forward approach,
What now in my retirement?

Poetry is great,
My fellow poets are encouraging.
Expressing my pain yesterday,
Today my joy.

Tomorrow’s unknown.
Writing is such a release.
You can imagine and create,
Or vent your struggles. 

My faith in God is at its strongest,
My love for others growing rapidly,
Resentments a thing of the past,
The future is a blessing to be capitalized on.

Thanks for reading my work
Sharing my ride.
Find your joys in life
May God Bless you in your journey.