Younger wanting to be older
Older wanting to be young Child wishing to be bigger Bigger wishing to be thinner Teen wanting a clearer face Clearer face wanting a better body People lamenting bad hair days Bad hair days replaced with no hair days. . . We diss what we have Wish for what we lack When what we have is gone Oh, what we'd give to have it back! Youthful desires for future yearning Future bearing down like a train Elders' memories of past unnerving Hit by a train never the same Mark Toney © 2020
10/6/2020 - Poetry form: Free Verse - Seems like we're never satisfied. If you're an adolescent you want to be an adult. If you're older you want to be younger. And on and on and on. Why can't we just be content and enjoy what we have at any given time? - Mark Toney © 2020
The dragon dance of death,
Born in silent Wuhan Round and round far it goes, Filling ballrooms of Rome Hip Hop, Tap, Rock and Roll Taking breaths of poor souls Healthy youth fit to dance, Saving our elder lives.
sugar cane berry stains
lost friends life's bends mountain still, in the end there and back i've seen we were kids, you were teens we learned a lot where we've been one more shot before we go that sacred breath you always know- when to call it a day
Clic clic clic !Upe! O O. .O O W. .W ¡¡¡Hola!!! Yo me llamo Elder Robinson Y esto es mi compañero Elder Leíva :) :) Somos misioneros De la Iglesia De Jesucristo De los Santos De los Últimos Días Y Estamos aquí para Hablar sobre la familia Y como podemos tener Una familia eterna Me imagino Que quieras Tener su Familia Para Siempre No? Tiene algunas 5 a 10 minutos Para hablar De Jesucristo?
The little gulf of
Golfito Costa Rica Is where I first Saw the true power Of the Word Our words My words An Elder now My words Mattered I changed the course Of lifetimes with One knock Of the Door And now I know better Than I ever did that My words are like spells True or not They are real They have power They alter Lives My words I choose carefully My words Until lately I throw my words Like bullets on the internet Ricochet I never know If they land or not But I curse The Words I spoke in Spanish .... Evangeline Ruth Hope 12:30 pm August 30th 2019
Her platinum blonde hair was a firm
spunky Irish when she was a kid And compelled me to wish for time travel as I have loved her since she's existed She says she'll table dance if she wins All for a package of crackers I'd have never kicked her out of bed for eating Says if I'm lucky she'll pick Mardi Gras beads I told her that from her wedding picture Veronica Lake had nothing on her She said straight into my transparent heart: "I've had a good life" . . .and I was lucky
> As published in The Pennsylvania Poet's Society magazine, PENNESSENCE
> As published in Dark Horse Appalachia > Listen to me recite Joanne @ Bingo on DarkHorse7 BandCamp.
Open up your doors
The soul of the elder Rusted keys chirp Under prints small flutter Fly into the heavens Songbird of far Death until morning Follow knight’s star
She's always been like a tree,
Rooted and strong. The resemblance Only grew with her age. The wrinkles of her face- Hard and intricate bark; And her wisdom reaching- Branches offering shade