Poetry by a Cranky Old Hag

Sep. 5, 2022


I met a friend from my past.

  We swore our friendship would always last.

It was more than just one friend, I have to say

  That changed and left me sad with dismay.


One had been bullied and shunned; it was a disgrace.

  They didn’t like her because she was of a different race.

But she was my friend and I loved her laughter.

  Her smile was radiant and stayed with me for years after.


I saw her several years later on the street.

  She didn’t know who I was and I was forced to retreat.


Another friend I had romanced people of the same sex.

  Many didn’t care for her and placed her low on their index.

I befriended her anyway because I didn’t care,

  She was a good person. That’s all of which I was aware.


I saw her many years later on the street.

  She had no memory of how we did meet.


Another friend helped me when I was full of despair.

  She stuck by me through all my self repair

She had reached inside me to turn on my light,

  And gave me the will to stand and fight.


I saw her decades later on the street.

  She didn’t know who I was and full of deceit.


One-by-one I came across the people I knew.

  It made me sad to see how time flew.

They no longer remember all the our treasured time

  From when we were young and had dreams of a lifetime.


Although we grew and went our separate ways,

  I still recall the fun we had in our youthful days.

The memories will last me because they were so sweet,

  Even if you don’t remember me when you see me on the street.


By Michelle Cox
Copyright © 2021

(Picture is random)

May. 17, 2022
I met her one night,
not long ago,
I saw her in my sights,
so I said hello,
she looked like an angel,
with hair golden hair,
magic in her eyes,
I could see it there,
Then I fell in deep,
oh what do you know,
I Hold On tight,
And no I Won't Let Go,
I tell her and I tell her,
how I love her so,
and I'm holding her tight,
No I won't let go,
We started out strong,
hey what can I say,
I fell in deeper each passing day, with magic in her eyes,
and her golden hair,
I left all I ever known,
hey what did I care,
And I'm holding her tight,
no I won't let go,
I'll tell her oh I tell her,
I love her so,
Now we have a little family,
oh what do you know,
We have a baby girl,
and we're watching her grow,
and what do you know,
it's no surprise,
she has the same golden hair,
and Magic In Her Eyes,
And I'm holding her tight,
and no I won't let go,
I tell her oh I tell her,
how I love her so,
Now the years gone by
Our girl has grown,
she has a baby girl ,
Oh ,of her own,
and what do you know,
it's no surprise,
she has the same golden hair,
and Magic In Her Eyes,
And I'm holding her tight,
and I won't let go,
I tell her oh I tell her,
I love her so
 
Picture and poem by Robert Wall
Copyright © Robert Wall 2022
 
Jan. 21, 2022

Vines, leaves, roots of darkness, growing,

now you are uncurled and cover our eyes with the edge of winter sky leaning over us in icy stars.

Vines, leaves, roots of darkness, growing,

come with your seasons, your fullness, your end.

— Annie Finch

Jan. 4, 2022
COFFEE....
Of all of Gods Creations, that man has ever found.
I would have to say Coffee, Might be the best around.
It Maketh men win battles, and press on in the mire.
And helps the masses everyday, when pressed against the fire.
Oh Grumpy morning Grumpiness and all that you survey.
All I need is just one cup, to chase your Grumps away.
Fear not that 16 page exam, you face for your promotion.
A full pot is close at hand, waiting with devotion.
It never falters or betrays, its always tried and true.
A staple to Our Country and the Stars Red White and Blue.
A morning is never complete, without a steaming cup,
So Pour yourself a strong one, Its Natures Pick me up.
Coffee....
By Daniel Torres Scardaccione
Copyright © 2022
Jan. 4, 2022

Many years have came and gone, like the winds of change. But none of them have ever been, nearly quite as strange.

In all my years I lived upon, this planet we call earth, there has never been a time, that tested all our worth.

Crippling our chances, hindering our ways, telling us to stay inside, on sunniest of days.

They tell us Stear clear from all your loved ones, for now is not the time, to celebrate and commemorate, is where they draw the line.

We all suffer in some way, punishment I guess, while all the leaders of the world, invite all of thier guests.

Mocking everyone of us, mere pheasants in their eyes, while they toast and celebrate, in spite of our demise.

Let this be the year we conquer, all which they survey, all the you cannots and dont you dares that come our way.

All your dreams and inspirations, which we all hold dear, is steadily approaching, this will be our year.

The dark shadows they cast on us, hoping we all cower, is slowly loosing all its steam, by minute after hour.

We the People of the Land, and all of which its stands. From every corner of this earth, from sand to shining sand.

From every creed and nation, from sea to shining sea. We are not some guinea pigs, controlled by men and greed.

The time is drawing closer, a pinnacle of peaks, for us to get our freedoms back, and all the dreams we seek.

By Daniel Torres Scardaccione
Copyright © 2022