The Old Guy … Moments …

Moments

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Take care young ones,

Do not let your youthful days,

Slip behind you easily,

And turn to yesterdays. 

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Fight for each moment,

Hold it close to your breast.

Touch the bold colors, covet the sounds,

Live them all completely.

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Moments fade away,

Often without warning,

Slipping from our fingers,

Ignoring our tears.

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Fight for the youthful days,

And treasure the next breath.

Celebrate the new moments upon you,

Teach them to love, laugh and smile.

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Jem © 2019

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From the book ‘Swan Song’ by jem 2018 

The Old Guy … Mortality …

Mortality

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In the distance,

The end of my days,

Can be seen.

Mortality altering perceptive truth,

Stark and cold to the touch,

Life narrowed by the distance traveled.

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Sweet heaven,

I am not done with my journey.

There is much to do …

Much to say,

Songs to sing joyously,

Much by pen to be set to paper.

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When and where unknowns,

I clutch moments,

A few hours,

Precious one and all.

I feel weak at heart,

But proclaim a strong spirit.

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From the distance,

I am beckoned,

Though old eyes betray me.

I was a man … once,

Complex and forceful,

Without hesitation or faltering steps.

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Yet now … in the distance,

The end of my days,

Move timelessly …

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Jem © 2018

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From the book ‘Swan Song’ by jem 2008 

The Old Guy … My Day …

My Day

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I have had my day.

But can I truly believe,

How the seasons have passed,

On silent wings,

And forgotten whispers,

With the days long or short,

Meeting … one into another.

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Yesterday,

I was a lover of life,

Of women, spirits and song.

I collected all the prerequisite sins,

of youth,

Along with the disappointments,

And tenfold heartaches.

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In my day,

Bravado proved fleeting,

And my youth fell through my fingers,

Like fine grain sand.

Cries of protest into the darkness,

Disappointment and despair,

Evaporated into the days long past.

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Yes … I pushed the edges,

Of life outwards … yesterday.

I felt the wind on my face,

And laughter rode my lips.

There was no thought of fear,

Or anxious moments, and …

Few regrets looking towards tomorrow.

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Jem © 2018

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The Old Guy … Site Closed …

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Site Closed Due To Medical Complications …

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The Old Guy … Old Man …

Old Man

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Old man sitting alone in the dark.

What was just yesterday,

Now a long distant memory.

Oh, the past lurks behind all of us.

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In silence, rocking endlessly,

Without direction,

Without purposeful intent,

Without a breath of protest.

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Old man sitting in the dark,

Watching the parade,

Of unrealized hopes, denied ambitions,

Of dreams that withered and died.

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The darkness hides so much,

And can be a Master speaking softly.

But the light of day still whispers promised truth,

To an old man sitting alone in the dark.

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jem © 2018

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From the book ‘Swan Song’ by jem 2008 

The Old Guy … Thinking Of You …

Thinking Of You

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Today I woke thinking of you,

Wanting to hold you close,

Feel your smoldering warmth against me,

Wanting to never let you go.

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Close, ever closer,

I want to share your mysteries,

Your loves and passions.

To be a part of your day …

To be a part of you.

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In the low light,

Your beauty is beyond my words.

I feel your heart racing.

And I am silent in the moment,

Overwhelmed.

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This early morning full of hope,

I celebrate our shared smiles,

Your tender touch,

Soft spoken words of passion,

And whispered … delicate promises.

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jem © 2018

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The Old Guy … Who Knows …

Who Knows

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Who knows what lies behind,

A woman’s eyes.

What unspoken mysteries,

And intrigues,

Just behind sultry lips.

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What can a soft touch tell,

Of the possibilities,

Romance or adventure.

And delicate whispered words,

Ride gently on a hope or promise.

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Who knows what lies behind,

A woman’s eyes.

Whispered words,

From shadowed smile,

Speaks of things that make the heart race.

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Come to me my love,

Touch my heart,

With your loving spirit,

Make me whole,

And alive again.

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In the shadows and soft moonlight,

Passion burns deep within,

From tender embrace,

And soft hands moving slowly,

Closed eyes are knowing.

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Jem © 2018

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The Old Guy … Gentle On The Heart …

Gentle On The Heart

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This new day,

A day of promise.

The warmth of the sunshine,

Makes the heart smile,

Deep inside … where memories rest.

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That touch of comforting light,

On this restless soul,

Tasks one to sing with the wind,

And times long ago,

Finally rest gentle within.

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I remain this day the sum of my passions.

Yesterday and today,

Walk together,

Speak of shared memories and hope,

Of mercy, grace and peace unbound.

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Jem © 2018

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The Old Guy … Doodly-squat …

Doodly-squat

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I have done doodly-squat,

And I do not intend to do doodly-squat.

I have no desire to do anything but doodly-squat,

My deepest inclination is towards doodly-squat.

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I stumble through life and promise doodly-squat,

I am a practitioner extraordinaire of doodly-squat,

Because my mind excels in doodly-squat.

My speech is punctuated by doodly-squat.

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I have taught my cat doodly-squat,

And tomorrow I will produce doodly-squat.

Today my smile reveals doodly-squat,

Yep, a look into the mirror … doodly-squat.

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Jem © 2018

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From the book ‘Swan Song’ by jem 2008 

The Old Guy … Sister …

Sister

 

I regret that I never met my sister,

Of so many forgotten years ago.

Her life a brief moment;

A wisp of wind that never got started,

With no footsteps left for me to follow.

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What would she have said to me,

The brother she never knew?

Was there wisdom we could have shared,

Or special secrets just for us?

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I regret that I never met my sister,

The simple touch of her hand.

What of her smile, I can only imagine;

Would her laughter light up the room?

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So many years have passed,

Oh, what could have been.

Sweet sister of the past I never knew,

Pray tell know in your restful sleep,

Of a brother’s thoughts and love.

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Jem © 2016

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