Poems and Poetry

Charles Schwab | A Poem by Stan Morrison

Charles Schwab says he knows
how to make your money grow
faster than the rate of inflation
ahead of the slobs of the nation

such legendary fiduciary acumen
turns Chuck into a super human
truth is he’s not really a person
same for Merrill Lynch Shearson

the graphs printed in their brochures
pure financial fiction that’s for sure
just send the money in, watch it grow online
it’s safe with Charlie, nearly very single time

Up a Level | A Poem by Paul Tristram

It’s like your sitting upon a park bench,
catching your breath,
readying yourself for the next slog.
You are 75% through this nightmare,
the worst of it is behind you now.
It’s brought out the fighter in you completely,
nothing’s going to phase you
after you have completed this.
The people who tried to hurt you
will pay dearly, they’ve also FAILED!
They’ve ended up helping you
by making you wiser and stronger.
You can’t buy that, you have to earn it.
Just up a level or two more,
then you’re out into the sunshine again.
Come on trooper, you’re almost there,
you don’t need anyone to have your back
… you’ve done it all by your fantastic self.

Visit Paul at http://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/.

Aging | A Poem by J. K. Durick

There’s not going to be that moment, we’ve all had them,
When a doctor tells us that it’s all just a common cold or
Gas pains or merely an imbalance of the humors that will
Correct itself with time, or we can exercise and diet back
From what we thought was the brink. No, not this time,
This time, time becomes the bad guy, exercise and diet
Its close followers; now the aches and pains add up, stay
With us, our worlds become a bit smaller every day, we
Become one of those people we remember from our youth,
Those people who always mention their ailments as if they
Were essential to their identity, slower steps, smaller meals,
Elaborate plans for a calendar that has little more to do than
Mark more time spent. Getting older is built in, there’s no
Escape, no cure, no way to recuperate, no moment after, when
Things are back to normal, when we step out once more with
A new spring in our step and things are back as they were.

Last Link | A Poem by Rozann Kraus

I wanted half
would settle for a third
was unprepared for such bypass
cardiac surgery with complications

mea culpa could not resuscitate
but years of talk chemistry helped

really?
Define real
ly

cancel the controls
ignore the meetings
return the keys
erase the memories
forget the victories
empty your pockets
hang your head

or it will be removed
along with the contents of your locker.

Astaire and Ginger Dancing | A Poem by Donal Mahoney

Old Tim writes poetry now
in his heaven of retirement.
He’s had nice jobs
over the years but swears
retirement is better.

He’s forgetful now but never
suffers from writer’s block.
The words come so fast
his fingers fly like eagles
across his IBM Selectric.
The sound of a typewriter
is a concert for Old Tim.

When he types he swears he sees
Astaire dancing with Ginger Rogers
on a small black and white TV.
Says colored sets are a fad.
He would never own one.
He’d rather type and watch
Fred and Ginger dancing.

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