Poetry Blogs (growing older)
I am fifteen years old and I think I own the world.
I have a boyfriend and he loves me.
He yells at me but that is okay, he loves me.
He shoves me but that is okay, he loves me.
He slapps me but that is okay, he loves me.
He holds me down as I yell and scream because it hurts but that is okay, he loves me.
I am sixteen years old and I escaped my first abusive relationship....
Monday 24th July 2017 10:43 am
“The Head of the Wise”
The head of the wise is crowned with gray
Though few will listen to what they say
There lives have blessed with many years
Still how they're treated can bring them tears
Then as the gray hairs turn to white
They loose their hearing and then their sight
Some say their cranky and though that is true
Still they need love from me and y...
Saturday 13th August 2016 9:27 pm
We all couldn't wait
To grow up, to get out
To fully understand
What the world was about
Only to find
On the other side
The beauty we saw
As a child, had died
The day turned to night
The blue turned to gray
The innocence of life
Had faded away.
So many dreams
Now seem cast down
Remember when difficult
Meant choosing marker or crayon?
Thursday 4th August 2016 2:55 pm
The advice comes from everywhere
The 'Spin Doctors' getting bolder
With lots of little anecdotes
To stop us getting older
So read it, take it all on board
You don't want any grief
Two minutes a day is all it takes
For you to floss your teeth
Two minutes hopping on each leg
"It's so good for the hip"
Where the hell does that come from?
It makes me wan...
Thursday 14th April 2016 1:51 pm
Young and wrinkly
You are not getting old
But numerically you've advanced
No, you're not getting old
You're just chronologically enhanced.
You are not growing up
But of this much I am sure
To avoid growing up
We must become more immature.
We must dance until our joints creak
And sing until we can't speak,
Laugh until our lungs ache
And love until ...
Sunday 10th January 2016 10:23 am
My eyesight’s going
My nasal hair is growing
And my hair now looks so grey
My knees are creaking
My elbow joints are squeaking
And my voice won’t work today
As I sit down on the tiles
It’s not good for my piles
And I start to really feel my age today
My back it sometimes aches
My favourite meal is now Corn Flakes
No one cares about what I might have ...
Saturday 11th October 2014 2:04 pm
Do you remember me Jimmy from all those years ago?
I was the young guy and you the old hand
Do you remember when you said;
‘This job will do me until I retire?’
You were a bus driver and I was your conductor
And even you’d be impressed with what I do today
and how far I’ve travelled from those distant days on the road.
The thing is I thought of you the other day
For the fir...
Friday 7th March 2014 5:25 am
Tuesday 19th June 2012 7:38 pm
While youth at full speed heads toward its peak,
I fear I fail to stroll right through each week,
For youth is spent, is gone, is done for me,
The ashes of the hearth are mine for free.
Good health of teeth and gums has deserted,
Now crowds of fillings have been inserted,
My simple path through hair is more, I fear,
A motorway that runs fr...
Monday 19th March 2012 6:23 pm
Manchester Ritz, the glam n' the glitz
dancehall days, it's a ballroom blitz!
sticky carpets, sweaty armpits
see her dress, it just about fits
have a dance, or prop up the bar
glittering balls, a dancefloor star
see that girl, I can see her bra
watch her move, she's the best by far
sexy girls, crazy drunken nights
low cut tops, minis...
Friday 1st May 2009 3:52 pm