Oldness Poems

arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League
Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting
In diluted gold bars across the boulevard brag
Of proud, seamed faces with mercy and murder hinting
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(From the early Anglo-Saxon text)

May I for my own self song's truth reckon,
Journey's jargon, how I in harsh days
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He climbed to the top
of one of those million white pines
set out across the emptying pastures
of the fifties - some program to enrich the rich
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May I for my own self song's truth reckon,
Journey's jargon, how I in harsh days
Hardship endured oft.
Bitter breast-cares have I abided,
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One Sabbath day my friend and I
After the meeting, quietly
Passed from the crowded village lanes,
White with dry dust for lack of rains,
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Falling hairs, a curious thing,
It may be a condition that makes us sting.

Thinning tresses, is it a sign of age?
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Christmas-Days are still in store:-
Will they change-steal faded hither?
Or come fresh as heretofore,
Summering all our winter weather?
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This world is beautiful place
this beautiful place with lass
with her sunset
beautiful
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Rajnish Manga

No word to express my thankfulness,
No poetry is bubbling in the mind,
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Caligula, like Nero, was not born neurotic (by today's standards) . They progressed to that stage through power, and money....
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Ah Caligula, with puff pouty lips, I hear your trumpet call
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I think I am getting old
and dreams just go away
I can not to them hold
to reality of each day
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Rows of chimney pots do their still smoking dance
Then thru our windows early morning glance,
By chance ‘Is it raining? '
Sometimes a sunny day is gaining,
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OLDNESS AND SLOWNESS

Oldness and slowness
More difficulty in moving
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Enjoying life before it all away goes
On to the winter’s playing penumbra field
What was of proceeding is now like glows
One at a time falling in oldness yield
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Lane to somewhere
As the morning comes
People from here and there
Walking among blossoms
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I just want to give you
everything I feel,
for days coming through
so close and real.
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Life is peace
And its war
Like the green trees
And faraway star
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Give me colors all to see
Always extra and some more

Shades of tomorrows to be
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I have a song to give you of
It is in shades of autumn's lay
Song of a breezing the trees love
When colors fade over and play
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Walking through the bright lanes
I searched for the dim ones.

Feeling the moments of peace
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The house is beautiful
By
Sreekala Sivasankaran
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manifesto of impermanence in poetry of life
(2010)

''life.being.becoming.death.
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As the waking at dawn quickens its pace, the oldness is nigh without understand.
In the chime of a Kakao message yet, heart emotions remain,
Oh, alas! The days of verdant youth, never to regain!
Looking the face, captured by a phone-lens, the wrinkles are deeply engrained.
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Falling hairs, a curious thing,
It may be a condition that makes us sting.

Thinning tresses, is it a sign of age?
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I think I am getting old
and dreams just go away
I can not to them hold
to reality of each day
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YAAS

YAAS,
the silent wrath of mother Nature,
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It was as if the wind, had blown
Stardust in my eyes enchanting me,
With such charm upon perception
Of beauty, so luminously displayed,
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I am here for every rose
like a flowers garden,
and as the summer goes
and the winter harden.
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a cloudy sky moving in multi-dimensional realities upon human condition
no nihilism but a balanced way of lighting bird among darkness of life
windows in diversified truth conditions moved by light and shadow
youth and oldness
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