Best Old Lady Poems

"bag of bones"


I wonder if when you look at me
You can't bring yourself to like    the  vanity
Lost  somewhere  inside - 
I wonder if beauty lives..... in you???

Poor old lady; 
-perhaps you should not pass judgment 
For one day
I might...

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WHEN I’M AN OLD LADY (many happy returns)

When I’m an old lady, I’ll live with my son,
To look after his mum is sure to be fun,
The joy it brings him, will thrill him to find,
He is able to share his home and be kind.

Of course...

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Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans  
To see the ironworks filled with flowers supreme 
To gaze the Mississippi on calm felled days 
Then wonder how youth suddenly slipped away 

Do you Know what it means to miss New Orleans?...

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There was an old lady who lived in a shoe
She was sad and poor and feeling quite blue
So many children, the count was twenty and two

The cupboards were empty, they were really poor
Something needed to be done, the old lady swore
A sign ‘room for rent’...

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eyes that smile at me
bustling along same path
rehearsed many years
every cup and saucer
exactly placed as before
tea is ready now
her favorite brew on time
remembering smiles...

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There was once an old lady in Rome
Who never talked on a phone
She preferred to write letters 
And that to her never matters
That she was living alone...

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There she sat all alone in her recliner
Pondering all the days of her youth
Canoeing, climbing trees
And yes! Catching crickets!
She would catch them by the dozens and then sing to them
Then she would set them free
It was all in a day’s fun as she danced and...

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   Built in a Belfast shipyard
 for Shaw Savill ‘n Albion Line.
   On her flagstaff wind ‘n lee
 flew the Southern Cross ensign,
   down a slipway to the sea
 launched afar by Her Majesty

   Behold her pale...

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A little old lady named Kate
whose memory wasn’t so great
was pinched on the rear
by a man with a lear
said she sir, are we on a date?...

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The Old Lady In The Shoe
November 22, 2013 at 5:57pm
Dedicated to all my children around the world;
 
The big and small of it.
Some appreciate the little
things that encourages
them to do big stuff.
 
Some  won't say anything,
because they never
get enough.
 
N'ary a second thought they...

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She was married to a squirrel named Earl.
And Earl was later buried along side her
grave.She wore a mud pack upon her face.
To cover up all the horrifying disgrace.
And when she walked across the town.A
tractor trailer ran her down.And now she
rest in peace.Along side her husband...

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After a childhood of moaning 
and feigned fainting 
and suicide attempts in my presence—
it’s hard to know 
whether the call in the night 
saying she is going to call an ambulance 
is serious or not.  

Personally, I can’t imagine 
calling 911 for the runs
but...

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A little old lady named Judy,
Works hard to accomplish her duties.
She cooks and she cleans,
Runs errands, makes things,
For friends and for family outings.

Sometimes her arthritis flares up.
She can barely pick up a cup;
But she's no cry baby,
She's one tough old lady,
A hot bath and a...

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One hundred year’s young.
The
grand old lady
lying still
in the blackness
of time.

Her great hull
standing silent
weeping for
its precious
cargo.

Shivering vaporous forms
of first class and steerage.
Stroll hand in hand
together to the
surging currents
of the Atlantic.

A vast wardrobe
of scattered luggage,
across the sandy floor.
Small ghostly forms
play chasey among
the tattered decks....

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America, a beautiful lady who now is showing signs of age,
Weakening some from all the wrong, as her leaders have lost depth or any measures of gauge.
As they change or modify what has made this country so great,
No unity left as we all live mostly...

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