We Ain’t Going Quiet-Like

Getting old is not for sissies

   If you’re weak they bundle you off

Somewhere you can be taken care of

   Somewhere they can drop you off.

Be careful in your golden years,

   You might want to move far away.

Where the kids can’t watch you deteriorate,

   And maybe send the grandkids to stay.

I blame my Irish ancestors

   That land of youth from their stories

Has given us committees now to determine

   If we’re still in “worth treating” categories.

The Golden Years it seems have gone brass

   Not in favor with those who advertise

So they cancel our favorite TV shows,

   We’re the wrong demographic I surmise.

But the youth of the rising generation

   Have underestimated this generation of geezers.

I don’t think we will go very quietly,

   Though we may be a bunch of old wheezers.

© 2018 by Tom King

The New Sea

The New Sea

What will God do with us sailors?

   In the New Earth if there is no sea?

I can’t imagine a world without dolphins.

   No whales, no old walruses like me.

I had plans to build a sailboat in Earth made new,

   A catamaran, a schooner, sloop, or yacht or

A ketch I can launch, board and sail on,

   Surely God can spare enough water.

Jesus likes fishermen and sailors.

   They were the first ones that He chose.

So for now I'll trust Jesus, who loves me,

   For my love for the sea He knows.   

  

 © 2018 by Tom King

In a Moment

 

In A Moment

In a moment, I knew God had breathed in me.
I knew it the way my body knows
Oxygen when I draw breath
In great gasping lungfuls.
After diving deep beneath the water
Far from the good cool air.

In the twinkling of an eye, I saw light
Pouring through a crack He opened
In heaven’s door for me so I could see
My way in the world by its gleaming;
A light that follows me down the years
Till even now it shows the way.

At the last trumpet, I will know Him
Hear the hoofbeats of his coming in the distance,
And feel the thunder of his approach.
As the clouds roll in and the sky breaks open.
I see the signs, smell the season’s changing,
And hear the wind among the ripening harvest.

We shall not all sleep but we shall all be changed.
 Feel the stirrings of endless ages yet to come
Within our hearts. and in the stillness of the morning,
Rumblings in the Earth and lightnings upon the mountains,
Announcing the moment, the twinkling of the eye,
In which eternity begins, and tomorrow sings of endless joy.

I Corinthians: 15:52

© 2018 by Tom King

Four Letter Words

 

Four Letter Words

Mom’s firm with them kids that were hers,

Don’t cuss, don’t sass, wipe your feet.
Don’t soil, don’t muss, your best duds.
Moms like when your suit doth stay neat.

© 2018 by Tom King

Mono-Syllabic

As president, Cal scarce did say aught,

"Use long words?" he said "I shall not."

Just words that are short

Were for him favorite sport.

He kept his conversation quite taut.

© 2018 by Tom King

Hyperpolysyllabic

If I use words ginormously and complexically

I may conjugate inordinately lexicographically

Using verbiage polysyllabic

Is a most formidable trick.

Big words are problematic philologically

© 2018 by Tom King

Cathexis

Cathexis

    A Haiku

It is your passion.
Hold fast, dig deep and obsess.

Create collections

© By Tom King