70 Poems - Poems about 70

Seven decades and going strong swimming the currents of Life on song, with ease and elegance he swims gold medals in galore he wins, In Physics and Maths he is wired of its energy and speed, never is he tired, in the game of chess he will checkmate yet in Life he is your choicest mate, he scales the mountains in his hikes maybe...

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hair tasselled encircled a sleeping smile hair awakened a beautiful flame shadows loitering in tenderness turn to the sun unlearning piercing music ...

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Lesson one: Do what you can wile you can. Lesson Two: Wherever possible avoid being the one who states the obvious. Lesson Three: Do not give too much away for free. Lesson Four: Avoid getting caught throwing out leftover food at any cost, and you too could get to be seventy. (I learned this lesson early and this could be why I can...

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New Year's DAY 2024 I woke up this morning to find I am now ten plus three score, With thoughts galore, About this being a false score, And wondering what is in store, Now that 70 is the new me for sure, With a new decade I need to explore, And no way back to the one before. But before I finish here, There...

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I know of this deep dark pool I swim there often I know it’s deep But I have no idea how deep it really is Sometimes I dive below the surface Not knowing how far it will take me But I always find enough air to surface again It can take my breath away But then my lungs fill with...

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If there must be trouble now Let this happen in my day With my fight - a peace endow So children live a better way If there must be tyranny I choose now to rise and stand Resist a broken currency With all the strength that I command This reflection - well applied Makes duty clear to choose the right We can awaken - turn...

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Molly and Dolly were in their New getaway room on the top Floor listening to music. While Damian spent time with The kids in the backyard. He Wanted to install a pool for the Youngest children, then switch For a bigger model after they Were older. He'd talk it over With Delilah and Mallory and The kids. Molly interrupted Dolly's...

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(I wrote this poem when I turned 60…already somewhat old and gray and now that I’m am 70…it’s still appropriate today. I’ve lived through another decade with family and friends still sharing hopes and dreams and fears…and if we’re all lucky you’ll be reading this poem again… when I turn 80 in ten years.) I have always felt a...

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Dear Elizabeth, I hope everything’s good with you. I know that it’s been many years since we’ve spoken. You were my favorite friend among those that I knew. I wish that my promise to keep in touch wasn’t broken. I wish that I had come to Indy more to visit. You were always such a fun person to be around. If...

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Get down and get up ...

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School was out for the summer, and the summer heat was beaming. The children were playing, getting wet and cool by the blasting fire hydrants. Even in a thriving metropolis such as Chicago, 'The innocence' was dropping like rain on the pavement in the summer of 70. ...

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Joulupukki was hastily making preparations for his morning departure when Lumi and Chroí entered the room. When he saw them he hurried over to help Chroí find a suitable chair in which to sit. The cheer in his voice was audible as he spoke. “How wonderful, Chroí....

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I still awaken in the deep of night, And chase the shadowed shapes that flee the Light. Within my heart a shadow standing there A silhouette that prints itself on air And are you there, still, my beloved Bride? The gate is open, and there at your side, A silhouette of Light – can that be Me? The Celestial Man that waits...

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Before this practice, first a learning Of the veils of maya, causing feeling limiting Maya itself creating illusion of individuality A separation from the source, blocking connectivity The first limitation of time, the second of space Imprisoning us therein at a stuporous pace Limitations of both doing & knowing Limitation of our true limitless Self recognising Now with this preamble We nimbly...

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When you’re 70. A pondering by Michele Angell. OK, so in June, I became seventy, That’s a nice round figure to be, I still have some of my own teeth And with glasses, I’m still able to see. My skin is not quite as firm As it...

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