Old Maid Poems - Poems about Old Maid

I’m at the age where I’ve grown really long hair And I don’t denim care That the trend is to cut it No longer wearing high heels Just for a flex or a thrill More about how my feet feel And they don’t love it I don’t have many pink plans Flying by seat of peach pants Keeping my praying hands I am blessed with contentment...

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My brother Richie used to turn into a loon when he got the old Maid. His face would turn red, scarlet, plum, and a bright fuchsia shade. The rest of us would know, and we could not stop laughing at him. The one who laughed the hardest was our crazy Uncle, Weird Jim. Weird Jim tormented Richie after he...

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She was an old maid with six brothers, Once again, she held a gun on her “date”. He began to shake. His boots clanged together. Another one gone? A brother said. The rest of them laughed. Insurance they would never have to cook or clean....

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She lived alone in her sister's house quiet is a poor church mouse She cooked and clean for her keep up the attic room she did retreat She dressed plain with colors drab a smiling face she never had She seldom ever went out her conscious pure without doubt Her sister's family could not be blamed changing her she would not entertain Her nieces tease...

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Shogi me? I can barely play Go Fish Old Maid is well over my head Shogi? I think not Shogi: Japanese chess where you get to use your opponent’s captured army...

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I recall a card game probably extending back past the 1950s called Old Maid. There was also Authors and a few other choices less popular with me. But Old Maid sticks in mind as blatantly sexist and ageist and, for a country kid in redneck rural Republican Michigan, the most fun of admittedly limited card playing options. Whoever was stuck holding the Old Maid at end of game was the...

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"To have Clarity of Intention means to align oneself with the clear and single-pointed purpose of that [regenerative] impulse itself. And the way that alignment occurs, in a [bicameral] human heart and mind, is that the intention to [co-]evolve becomes more important [and obvious and ubiquitous and nutritious] than anything else in this [living ecosystemic]...

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Old Maid Hadder, Got Madder And Madder Old maid Hadder, got madder and madder wind blew her bonnet and wet upon it. Soaking showers from a blackbird's bladder taken aback, next she fell doggone it! Did not matter, her day in a tatter rain pouring down, gave her another frown. Wind drove and gusted all the more at her in her shame she...

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The Old Maid Gets a Goat By Elton Camp Miss Prunella found it too hard To continue to mow her yard For a solution, she asked all around “Buy a goat,” was the advice she found They said, “It’ll keep your yard neat And fresh goat milk can’t be beat.” She fenced her yard to prepare A goat was soon grazing there It’s true that...

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There was a old maid that lived in a house, That old maid took a look under her house and she could not tell what is down there. The old maid took a candle and went down there and she saw a dead body and it was an old maid that was there before her....

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"Hi baby!" endless phone calls, to unsuspecting members of "the family" the sweet OLD maid squeaks.... her lovely ancient SOUL, "hi honey" she squeaks. Makes me WONDER, is this someday how I will SPEAK?...

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It took 44 years for me to marry. When your my age that's kind of scary. Thinking old age would get me first. Or even something like dying of thirst. Then one day my Knight did shine. At that moment I said he's mine. It's my old friend from twenty years. I used to sing songs in his ear. We used to get...

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Glissandra spins gossamer nets Of sticky white webbing that gets Her all the captive she needs: Her spider-string oozes like sap, The unicorns step in her trap— Soon they will serve as her steeds. Glissandra rides out from her lair, The wind singing tunes in her hair, Unicorn under her thighs; With spider-web stirrups and reins, Glissandra rides hillside and plains Under the thunder-split skies. She gallops...

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Glissandra spins gossamer nets Of sticky white webbing that gets Her all the captive she needs: Her spider-string oozes like sap, The unicorns step in her trap— Soon they will serve as her steeds. Glissandra rides out from her lair, The wind singing tunes in her hair, Unicorn under her thighs; With spider-web stirrups and reins, Glissandra rides hillside and plains Under the thunder-split skies. She gallops...

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