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An Aging Tide....

An Aging Tide…

I can hear the river
as it runs it’s course,
washing away memories
dreams, some remorse.

Are we all the same
do we lose our thoughts,
ending up weak or lame
unintelligent, messy noughts.

Do words like configuration
return from whence they came,
back to the book or voice box
leaving only nouns, that shame.

Or can we swim up river like
sperm in search of womb,
pushing through ineffably
escaping a barren tomb.

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Could this be ageless...
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Thank you JG, so glad you enjoyed this poem. Regards Roscoe....

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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I think you've captured the feeling of getting older. Rhyming is, well done. It doesn't flow as easily as it could but your ideas of how you think of aging come through. It made me feel a bit sad though cos I know I'm getting older, but I do my best not to think about the 'number.' I'm still and will always be a kid at heart! Gotta live in the moment, day by day, and enjoy the good stuff that comes along as well as the pain in the ass stuff..admittedly there's plenty of that...but doesn't it have to do with age.
Long story short
be happy you're here
don't let a number
cause you any fear!

valene

Thank you for your comments, I will see if I can smooth this one out just a little. I know you may think i'm pondering about age, but it's not something I think to much about. Poems just seem to start with a few lines then of they go, and I pretty much follow. Thanks again valene, Regards Roscoe..

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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the whole concept that we are like spermotazoe
of thought..noun..tomb..womb..
basic philosophy right there
with a heaping of existantialism
i had to move into peoples room
help with the insane rambling about
going mad slowly
like being a cop..
see it all...sense it..
living in a rooming house
dudes room i got..
oddest treasures..
a race car...plate..
driver..car...something
from the five and dime
a coffee mug...some
pants..shirts..a jacket
with logos...worn..
nothing of value to
me but his treasures..
threw it away...moved
my self in but noting
had i gone by misfortune
like he.....there was
nothing of good note
that i had either..
the value was in the
personality...he was
funny..activated...
controversial...
came from a good
standing family here..
but all lost...
the pirate house
all quiet now
up on the block
a holding the brothers
are willing to part
with...that time of
that kind of social
outlet over with..

having almost died
a few times...
gave me..gives me
much thought to
all of this..

where do we go...
neighbour with child
died recent
woke up right around
xmas...has a hubby
kids still alive
but her lips were purple
neighbour woman told
us this...took her to
hospital but she and
the new baby died
too young...
at least they had time
to say goodbye...
was sad....
where i got the bike
they threw away much
probably moving
or not..
i remember her
and her boy...
they used to like
my dog...
cept my dog isnt
social...
always gave them
a smile...
one day we are
here and the next....
where do we go...
does it just end...
and whats wrong with
thinking there is more
thats our right.
like a dream
why crush the idea
of beyond
and
what if there is..
we are just humans
what..we know everything..
hardly...
my friend had hepitits
bad....suffered from it
but kept active
had a garden outside
the housing...
always moving shit
with him...
sitting for visits
helping him write his
editorials to paper
gave me shit..me
im dying and u
your trying to kill
yourself all the time..
a good visit that\
rang with truth...
im stil here i believe
for some purpose
many rely on me
i do listen
do offer encouragement
words can destroy
people..steal their will..
but the beyond

yah....love this poem...
its just another adventure
isnt it....

thank \u

\mr w/

Yes Esker life and poetry is an adventure, and i'm still enjoying both, Regards Roscoe....

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

author comment

closing stanza. Really love this one.
Anyone can relate to it... Noone gets younger, we all grow older, don't we?
Thank you so much for sharing this

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Thank you Rula, I truly appreciate your comments. Love Roscoe

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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