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    Weekly Poetry Contest (161) - Wisdom of Age

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    Weekly
    Poetry Contest
    One Hundred and Sixty One



    Time for your weekly dose of poetic competition!


    The Rules
    • All entries must be on the set theme.
    • Only one entry per member.
    • No editing of entries once posted without my express permission (i.e. PM me and ask).
    • Poems must be titled
    • Entries must not have previously posted on the forums, and are not permitted to be posted for critique until AFTER the contest is completed.
    • Any violation of these rules will result in disqualification of entries, and possibly infraction.


    The entry stage will be open for seven days, closing on Monday 22nd August 2011.

    The voting stage will begin immediately, and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 25th August 2011.


    And this week's theme is: (courtesy of Sundae) Wisdom of Age


    The next (162nd) contest's theme will be: (courtesy of MrMormon) Nature's Fury, and it will be opened on Monday 22nd August 2011.


    Be imaginative, have fun, and get writing.


    Banzai


    PS: If you have any questions, please feel free to PM me. I don't bite (much).
     
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    Alone

    Her glasses made it into her persona
    minutes before her death.
    You see, she never wore them
    when she was young.

    She always had beautiful eyes,
    big pools of brown
    that sparkled
    when she smiled.

    And as she aged, her eyes became sad.
    The people around her dying,
    She lived on
    wanting desperately to join them.

    When her husband of 50 years
    Closed his eyes never to re-open,
    You would think the sparkle in hers
    Would be gone, but it wasn't.

    When her first born son
    hung himself in the basement of his home,
    the sparkle should have disappeared,
    but it didn't.

    When her old cat died,
    the one she gave milk to every day,
    her eyes clouded with tears,
    but she was still able to smile.

    Then one day they took her away
    from everything she once had loved,
    and that's when it happened.
    She lost sight of beauty.

    No longer able to see,
    blind to the existence around her,
    the nurse made her wear glasses,
    And the sparkle, it vanished.
     
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    Cold Feet


    My foot is cold,
    So I cannot walk.
    As limp and weak
    As a weathered windsock.

    My heart is shot,
    So I cannot run.
    As beat and torn
    As a man in prison.

    You wonder why I've not killed myself.
    You see, it's instinct to survive.
    Despite my hopeless condition,
    I'm too afraid to take that dive.
     
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    Every Line

    Every beat
    The era we meet
    Every shake
    A memory we make
    Every stroke
    A break from the smoke
    Every day
    We wanted it this way
    Every line
    The wrinkles in time
     
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    the adorner

    minutes, hours and days go by
    as my friends and family get old and die
    I do whimper and I do cry
    but everyone has to say goodbye

    I am stood here, solid as a rock,
    while children just stand there and mock
    my frilly skirts and fancy frocks
    but the secrets of life they have yet to unlock

    I'm just the little old lady in the corner,
    the village's definition of a mourner.
    but I'm much more than a beggar on a street corner
    because on the inside I'm an adorner
     
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    My own lonely cocoon
    I walk alone

    I walk alone.
    As my bones get weaker
    and face withers away,
    I keep walking the rocky streets
    which were smooth ones.

    I walk on the roads,
    that I have walked for years.
    But still my memory let me fail.
    So I hold a young hand and walk in time,
    the time that's not mine.

    Seasons change year after year,
    only the winter gets chillier every time
    and summer gets more and more painful.
    Autumns are still fine,
    though I look through my hazy eyes.
    It looks blurry green every time.

    And I wait...
    Wait for the divine end,
    to meet the ones I loved once,
    to reunite.
    But until then,
    I only keep walking on my own,
    with a heavy heart and the light bones.
     
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    A word to the wise:-
    'Age does not decipher'
    'nor wisdom will choose,
    'you may think you're so bloody clever'
    'but we have the same shit to lose'.

    A Family Man x
     
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    Grey Hair and Wrinkles
    Have you ever entered an old folks home
    And not notice that strange smell
    Have you ever seen a lost old man
    And thought horrible things about him?
    I have and regretted it

    Have you seen a old woman in a garden of gnomes
    And thought she was crazy?
    Have ever seen a TV show that regards
    Old people as fools?
    I have and regretted it

    Grey hair should be a crown of glory
    Yet we dye it and make it our crown of poison
    All we every do is try so hard to be young
    Even I have done this.
    And I regret it

    Wrinkles are signs of wisdom
    But we consider them ugly
    Using creams and surgery to look young
    Even I have done this
    And I regret it

    So many think of age
    and quake in fear
    Everyone thinks being young is golden
    But not I any more
    For I have regretted these thoughts

    I'll never fear age
    I'll hold steady and learn
    For now I know
    Grey hair is glorious
    and wrinkles wiser then the wise
     
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