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Question by George W. Bush: What about this short poem?
The neighbor’s house is calmly a’ blazin’;
feverishly in
tight twists of twilight that
gnaw away the casing of security.
And I smell the smoke but fail to react;
it’s a lazy day
for me
and I can’t be bothered with negligible sorrow.
But the burning lasted through the day
into the space between
evening yawning and night’s dizzying morning minutes,
…spacey after dreaming
deeply the day before.
I dreamed easy…
retirement came early.
Best answer:
Answer by b_morrow_98
It kinda blows, but maybe its better in rap style.
What do you think? Answer below!
Question by *Eventing Queen*: My poem I wrote when I was about 10… Do you LIke it pls give tips?
THis is a poem I wrote about a tractor being “retired” as in if it was just left out in the paddock not used…
Retirement Home
Im trapped in a junkyard
With my fellow tools.
My life has come to and end,
And I don’t know what to do.
No plowing, no playing, no mud to pull in
No fun for me any more because
My tyres are deflated, my paint is flaking to,
My body is rusting and so are my tools,
Its been 7 winters, and I haven’t moved
I’ve sat here waiting, nothing to lose.
I’m trapped in this junkyard,
Unwanted and unused.
Sorry about my spelling and punctuation errors…
I haven’t proof read it since I was 10 and I wasn’t very good at those things….
Best answer:
Answer by beans
thats damn good for a 10yr old. nice work.
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Poem about the Guide Dog Christmas by Peter Menkin. Friday, August 11, 2006 My friend\’s Guide Dog is retiring: a poem-like statement called \”Poem about a Dog\”… Jan has a Guide Dog that is now 11-1/2 years old; time for retirement for Christmas, the dog. This is a poem about the Guide Dog, but more a poem-like statement. I am sure there are better poem type poems, though I think you as a reader of this blog will enjoy this one. Jan gets a new dog this weekend, a young one about 22 months. Guide Dogs for the Blind is located on their campus in San Rafael, California. That is North of San Francisco across the Golden Gate Bridge. To get a dog, one must apply, successfully go through their training, which is three weeks on campus. This training includes, sleep, eat, train, get used to knowing the new dog. One lives on campus for the training period. This time is the beginning of a human and animal bond. I think this poem acceptable for a young girl or boy.
Question by ambrosia: how would i go about making cards (birthday, thank you, retirement)?
would i need to get in touch with a card company (hallmark, etc.)
i know how to make the cards, i meant how would i go about getting a job making them with a company, i don’t want to work at hallmark, i want to make the cards that go to the stores!
i know how to make the cards, i meant how would i go about getting a job making them with a company, i don’t want to work at hallmark, i want to make the cards that go to the stores!
Best answer:
Answer by deirdre5048
Go to a craft shop and buy the basics.
Card blanks
glue
some nice papers or card
floral decorations or buttons
get a pair of scissors decide on a colour scheme, cut, glue and assemble. There are loads of books, web sites and info out there. You could also buy a card making programme for your PC, for that you would also need a reasonable printer.
Know better? Leave your own answer in the comments!
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Poem About a Dog by Peter Menkin
Friday, August 11, 2006
My friend’s Guide Dog is retiring: a poem-like statement called “Poem about a Dog”…
Jan has a Guide Dog that is now 11-1/2 years old; time for retirement for Christmas, the dog. This is a poem about the Guide Dog, but more a poem-like statement. I am sure there are better poem type poems, though I think you as a reader of this blog will enjoy this one.
Jan gets a new dog this weekend, a young one about 22 months. Guide Dogs for the Blind is located on their campus in San Rafael, California. That is North of San Francisco across the Golden Gate Bridge. To get a dog, one must apply, successfully go through their training, which is three weeks on campus. This training includes, sleep, eat, train, get used to knowing the new dog. One lives on campus for the training period. This time is the beginning of a human and animal bond.
I think this poem acceptable for a young girl or boy.
Poem about a dog…
by Peter Menkin
There seems to be no way
to describe “Christmas”the dog
without taking a child’s wonder
at this blind woman’s friend.
With her, “Christmas” the Labrador,
Jan can go many places
bravely.The two clip along at three miles
an hour. That is good walking speed.
What a wonderful help this friendly,
kind dog has been
these eleven years. We give
thanks for her service
and companionship. Good
dog “Christmas.”
She is loved by Jan, her mistress,
for she is a help and a companion;
good at crossing streets, and walking stairs.
Some animals are special to mankind,
and this is a special dog and friend
for many years.
Soon “Christmas” will retire,
to Carol’s house, where she is loved.
Guide Dogs for the Blind
will lead Jan to another canine friend.
What a loss for “Christmas” to go,
but a new friend to come.
Audio reading of poem by poet is here:
http://www.archive.org/details/PoemAboutADogByPeterMenkin
Peter Menkin, an aspiring poet, lives in Mill Valley, CA USA (north of San Francisco).
My blog:
http://www.petermenkin.blogspot.com
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Question by ambrosia: how would i go about making cards (birthday, thank you, retirement)?
would i need to get in touch with a card company (hallmark, etc.)
i know how to make the cards, i meant how would i go about getting a job making them with a company, i don’t want to work at hallmark, i want to make the cards that go to the stores!
i know how to make the cards, i meant how would i go about getting a job making them with a company, i don’t want to work at hallmark, i want to make the cards that go to the stores!
Best answer:
Answer by deirdre5048
Go to a craft shop and buy the basics.
Card blanks
glue
some nice papers or card
floral decorations or buttons
get a pair of scissors decide on a colour scheme, cut, glue and assemble. There are loads of books, web sites and info out there. You could also buy a card making programme for your PC, for that you would also need a reasonable printer.
Know better? Leave your own answer in the comments!
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Question by lilygray2: Can anyone translate ‘ Happy retirement’ in Gaelic/Scottish? Has Robert Burns written a poem about retirement?
Best answer:
Answer by MacJedi
I don’t know any Gaelic, but the site below offers to translate english phrases into Gaelic.
As for Robert Burns, he wrote poetry in the 1700s when people didn’t retire – they just got too old to work anymore – so I don’t believe he did. However there are a few of his works such as “On Nature” or “Despondency” that might lend you a few stanzas that would work.
It sounds like fun!
Give your answer to this question below!
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Weekly Poems: A Poem About Death and More
YEARS TURN THE PAGES; THE BOOK REMAINS
Years turn the pages; the book remains.
No one can see the life it contains.
The story is over; it sits on a shelf
Outside of time, complete in itself.
Ah! Could we know! But never we will.
Now it is sealed, silent and still.
CHRISTMAS REALLY ISN’T ABOUT TOYS
Christmas really isn’t about toys,
However much we love them, young and old.
Reductions in the fat of Christmas day
In time restore its vigor and its health.
So let us not display our absent wealth,
Though children should have ample chance to play.
More sweet and joyous music must be sung,
And thoughts of peace and mercy make their way
Silent and uncluttered through the noise.
CHRIS AND I WENT OUT AWHILE BACK
Chris and I went out awhile back.
It didn’t work–I really don’t know why.
Some unacknowledged dream was out of whack,
Went spinning off, and so we let it die.
Sometimes we attribute things to fate
When it’s us, though we won’t notice it.
Chris and I are back again–it’s great!
We’ve both changed, and now we seem to fit.
I can’t explain the happiness I find:
Chris smiles at me and something makes me glow.
Mysteries on mysteries unwind;
The deeper in we see, the less we know.
For now I think I’ll just enjoy the ride;
Love Chris to bits, but still keep watch inside.
HAPPINESS DEPENDS ON LIGHTING LIGHTS
Happiness depends on lighting lights,
As what one does without reflects within.
People plead the poignance of their plights,
Pleased to play the hapless harlequin.
Yet one must purify the sacred temple,
Haul the lamps up, clean them, set them out,
Acting to await the miracle,
Neither seized by fear nor free of doubt.
Underneath all miracles is faith,
Knowing not, but hoping what might be,
Kindled by the will, though pain and death
Assault with darkness all that one can see
Here, where all is here miraculously.
HAPPINESS IS RARELY MELODY
Happiness is rarely melody
As other voices jockey for the lead.
Perhaps it is most comfortable with bass,
Pleased to underline the others’ grace,
Yielding to intensity and need,
Holding up a fragile harmony.
On holidays, however, it becomes
Less self-effacing, stepping forth to sing,
In moments filled with labor, love, and longing,
Deep descants on the beauty of belonging;
After which, again retiring,
Yet not before the harried heart takes wing,
Softly it blends into what strain comes.
SHOW ME ALL THE BOUNTY OF YOUR GIVING
Show me all the bounty of your giving:
Each cornucopia spills out in vain
As some of the sweet happiness of living
Sinks deep into a dry and dusty plain.
Of labor and of love there is no ending,
Nor can we ever pocket our reward.
Some tender that we’re tempted into spending
Goes for gifts that others can’t afford.
Remember that the Earth’s a single sea,
Equable in what one takes and gives.
Each act redeems its value naturally,
Taking grace from everything that lives.
In giving there is rich and varied treasure,
Nor more nor less than taking’s vivid pleasure,
Granting ample joy to those who care,
Subject to what pain they choose to share.
HAPPY NEW YEAR! TO THOSE WHO WILL HAVE NONE
Happy New Year! To those who will have none,
A wish that knows too well it cannot be.
Perhaps one ought not wish so futilely;
Perhaps one ought, that such not be alone.
Yearning is the price one pays for hope,
Nor can one hope unless one would endure.
Each futile wish makes paradise more sure,
Widening the world’s supernal scope.
Yet there are those who find such wishes cheap,
Easy substitutes for sacrifice.
A wish for good is more than merely nice,
Restoring winds that stir the unguent deep.
I am a poet and webmaster of the popular poetry site, Poems for Free, at http://www.poemsforfree.com.
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Would you care to comment on this poem about retirement?
October 3, 2010 in Retirement Verse | 4 comments
Question by autumlovr: Would you care to comment on this poem about retirement?
Party of Two
I am learning to live
With another voice
Chattering through my
Creative thoughts;
Other sounds in the house.
Busy shoes that clickety click
Up and down the hallways;
Go in and out of doors.
I am learning to live
With a snacker;
A retired fast tracker while he
Learns how to play golf and the guitar;
How to paint.
My heart’s singular complaint . . .
It yearns to drink heartily again
Of the solitude it once knew.
But all things come to pass;
This too shall fade into my past
And I will learn
All over again
How to be a party of two.
Best answer:
Answer by Miss Ellie
Hit’s the nail on the head for many women. Very nice.
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