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Young-Old
by V B Eudaimonia

While I was young,

I cared about hero, more than the villain

And, now I'm old,

I care about villain, more than the hero.




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Ol’ Bloody Brush
by Bogdan Dragos

the old man stank
but he
stank more
of booze and cheap
tobacco than
filth

his mouth missed
a lot of
teeth

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Memories of Old
by Franklin J. Warren

At my age of eighty nine,
The body is no longer fine,
It is now memories that hold sway,
And they come day by day!

Beautiful moments that were mine,
Due to lovely ladies so kind,
Their faces etched in memory so clear,
And their voices also that I remember dear!


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The Old Gods
by Dannie Abse

The gods, old as night, don't trouble us.
Poor weeping Venus! Her pubic hairs are grey,
and her magic love girdle has lost its spring.
Neptune wonders where he put his trident.
Mars is gaga - illusory vultures on the wing.

Pluto exhumed, blinks. My kind of world, he thinks.
Kidnapping and rape, like my Front Page exploits
adroitly brutal - but he looks out of sorts when
other unmanned gods shake their heads tut tut,

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Young-Old
by V B Eudaimonia

While I was young,

I cared about hero, more than the villain

And, now I'm old,

I care about villain, more than the hero.




......

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Ol’ Bloody Brush
by Bogdan Dragos

the old man stank
but he
stank more
of booze and cheap
tobacco than
filth

his mouth missed
a lot of
teeth

......

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Memories of Old
by Franklin J. Warren

At my age of eighty nine,
The body is no longer fine,
It is now memories that hold sway,
And they come day by day!

Beautiful moments that were mine,
Due to lovely ladies so kind,
Their faces etched in memory so clear,
And their voices also that I remember dear!


......

Continue reading
The Old Gods
by Dannie Abse

The gods, old as night, don't trouble us.
Poor weeping Venus! Her pubic hairs are grey,
and her magic love girdle has lost its spring.
Neptune wonders where he put his trident.
Mars is gaga - illusory vultures on the wing.

Pluto exhumed, blinks. My kind of world, he thinks.
Kidnapping and rape, like my Front Page exploits
adroitly brutal - but he looks out of sorts when
other unmanned gods shake their heads tut tut,

......

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