Funny Age Poems

1.)
Gutter bed for a hope held ransom, 
Three bottles opened, 
Drunk reflections of my mirror got me feeling handsome. 
Can’t go a day. 
I can’t...

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Spring Morning

today, waking up, it was warmer, the winter 
had been cold at times, freezing electric heating
is not for those with a slim wallet

Today, we will...

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I announce a decree,
overactive bladder, pee frequently.
I must haste to and fro,
because I just really have to go.
Gangway, vacate the loo,
or I'm going to splash...

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Sometimes he’s next to me. Close enough that the air feels different, like something charged is sitting between us. My stomach does that thing, tightens,...

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Kitsch, give me a 
Sign 
To go 

It’s kinda funny how 
life 
goes on 

While you sit in a corner 
all 
alone 

The saturday blues...

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I'm retired and live in a small, mobile home,
about 5600 miles from the outskirts of Rome,
about 7200 miles from the waters of the Ganges,
and about...

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A limerick-composing old man
Devised a most devious plan.
Rejecting convention,
I fear I must mention,
He fried all his verse in a pan....

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When you are old not much seems new
But technology trolls and cars suck too
I like the old cars with frames solid heavy
Does good a heart...

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Made a cuppa coffee this morning
Forgot about it
I think I ate breakfast
Can’t remember what
I combed my hair
Singular
Musta brushed my teeth
They’re back in my mouth
I wear...

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I believe I may be Artificially Intelligent
For many of my lessons were taught by fools
Y’know, those pencil pushing test correctors
The teachers in all the schools

They...

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Inspired by the YouTube’s videos

I watch the aging actors’ faces
Part of my youth, of there and then
The ruthless time erases traces
To waypoint stops, us younger...

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Since high school I’ve been trying to be pretty.

New clothes.
New friends.
New personality .

Being less nerdy. 
Less of who I used to be way back when.

But...

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I have lost my spectacles
I can't read or write without them
I search my table, drawers, bed and selves 
I am totally helpless and at a...

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Can you stack your chunks of memory, like me 
In tiered stacks of stories... free to see? 

Woven from far time to now, in soft...

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Failed humans

The forest he traveled had many paths 
there was always something new to see
like a white tree that once wanted to be
the tallest one in...

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