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Old age life - changing perspectives

- Poems -

CIRCE OF MODERN MYTHOLOGY

I can hardly read the photo you take with the embalmed animal

With the innocent petrified

in legends and myths

With all the ice and glaciers

so painfully insulted

Santa Claus comes in, goes out and wanders, his umbrella, a fallen fir

I am filled to the throat with consonants. I am suffering

My word’s body covering in consonants, each of them

Two nailed feet, Two tired feet

Two plucked feet, Two knelt feet

Two collapsed feet,

Two feet amputated after the accident or the bone disease

Two feet – and I thrust my two fingers into my throat

To vomit the consonants out.

For you want me to be

an embalmed animal

You want me to be so, yes, you do

You want me only

to take photos forever

Love stories, all mythological

Namely, photos

Circe turned men into pigs

That is absolutely true.

Dr. Hamdi Meça, Albania

NOWHERE TO GO

Homelessness runs rampant today

Many have not the money

for a place to stay

Living in squalor and

begging on the street

Trying to get enough money to eat.

Some young, some sick, some old 

In the winter forced to live

out in the cold

What is wrong with the world today

That forces people to live that way.

Scorned by many, pitied by some,

Some even call them scum

Many of these people live in despair

And many, that could help

just do not care.

“Most do not choose to live this way,

so show a little compassion

because this could happen

TO YOU one day.” 

Bob Taub, Canada

AGAIN LOCKS THE CHANCE

He has come to stun

With lots of love and fun;

Desires in the kindled heart,

Everything good on his part.

To his ever beloved spouse

To make her happy and glee;

As he wishes her always to be.

To make her tempers loft and free.

Alas ! as usual, she is so passive

Under attacks of ego, so massive.

Showering vicious blitz of satires,

Taunts blame and accusations' fires.

"You are careless oh, the lazy man!

Even a child has much more fame.

You have no fears, nor the shame ;

You don't know how to care

about the dame ."

Such unwelcome words and claims

Doused down his ignited flames.

His yearnings have again been tamed;

His zeal and jest to naught are framed.

No praise, adoration,

or a single good word

Never from her sweet lips,

he ever heard.

It turns his love for her

into ashes of the fire

Again locks the chance,

the sentiment dire.

Gurmeet Chana, India

GETTING OLDER

To become older in order

to stay the wiser,

Requires wisdom of the Kingdom yonder.

Make the experience a walking stick,

Firmly to the walking stick, stick.

The grey hair is a crown

Not meant to bring down;

It is an elevation, as the clouds

high above are grey.

As the sage, taste like pure sage,

and when you pray.

Do so with a tangy tongue,

Lest your words get hung

In derision of the unruled young;

As you once were an unruly young.

You are a beacon,

the lighthouse tower.

Age is a divine privilege,

it's your power.

Use it wisely before

you are utterly used.

Age increases, time can't

has it reduced?

If your ears hear without tear or fear,

Then indeed, you've aged, in the clear.

William Warigon, Nigeria

I INVITE YOU TO LOVE, SMILE

I invite you to love, smile

to dream, to feel and believe.

I invite you to believe

that anything is possible to think

 that there are palpable dreams

and illusions

that conform to our souls.

To be able to defend

your way of being,

acting, thinking, no matter if others

don't understand or don't like it.

I invite you to get excited

with the moon, smile at the rain

and wink at the sun,

play hide and seek with its shadow, blow a kiss in the air

knowing someone will pick it up.

Anyway, I invite you to be happy.

Lilliana Christiansen, Peru