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The Geezer and The Girl

Saturday…Saturday..It’s somebody’s birthday out there.  Have a happy one.


.A yakky crow is over my shoulder right outside, making some demand.  I wait in the sound of it and then she stops the yak giving me time to listen to my own mindful patter that stirs words to the top of me, preparing to roll outta me.  I still hear the sounds of morning; the crickets and the cicada, the little sparrow family growing inside the black plastic gutter tube under my car port. Babies peeping away for some wormy nibblett in the flutter of mother’s wings.

I wonder, in the pulse of morning sounds that wrap around me, what my rhythm will be.  Will today be the day to shed my old body, the hard husk of me waning in age,  tender on the inside; a girl hopscotching the neighborhood in a giggle against the odds of years passing?  Youth still fills my heart in the show of sag and gravity’s winning.  It is a good thing, a joyful expression, where wisdom at last holds youthful wonder in a carousel of pretty ponies contained in a circle of prance and pleasure.



Girl meets Geezer, Geezer lives with her girl

in a bubble of old hippy and passions still

yearning to be free of limitations where

peace still has a chance and magic fills

the days with wonder and delight.


It is never too much to ask of an Infinite

Universe for anything and everything.

Impossible has no refuge in the all is Possible

This old husk will be shed, geezer and girl

set free from gravity’s pull and the spark

of electric blue is all that I’ll ever be ever more







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GEEZERIN’ a new verb

This will be a fast ‘geezering’    Can one make geezer a verb?  I did and I’m good with that.  You can be a geezer and geezer around town.  I’m sure of it.  Geezers, geezing.  OH… I’m liking this.  It this really poetry today…mmmm.


I geezer along in a rumba shuffle

A tapper geezer geezers next to me

We like to geezer the 3 step polka

People wanna geezer when they see 


You don’t get to geezer till a certain age 

Geezering is for the youth over fifty

Geezering ain’t for those young bodies

It’s for us that are in no hurry but niffty


We geezers like our geezer time

Sooner or later it’s what we do best

Getting old ain’t for sissies

Geezering along taking short rests


If you’ve yet to be find yourself Geezered

It will sooner or later be what you do

Geezing along with yer geezer pals

Looking for fun and what’s geezer new


There’s big wisdom in us clever Geezers

Decades have brought us to know a lot

Don’t ya dare dismiss Geezer Wisdom

Cause it takes all these years this smart to the to


When you’re ready to take on your geezer

When you’re feeling like geezering along

You can be part of this geezering community

Dancing, reminiscing, singing songs


We’re waiting for you you old geezers

We know you’ll be here all to soon

Whether you like getting old and geezered

You be here singin’ sharin’ or tone


Geezer Power…




Conjugation Poetics


 Infinitive                         geezer

present participle             geezering

Past participle                  geezered


Person, number                        present                  past


1st, singular              I                geezer                 geezered

2nd singular          you              are geezer          were geezered

3rd singular         he/she/it       is geezer              was geezered


1st plural                   we              are geezers             were geezered

2cd plural               you              are geezers             were geezered

3rd plural              they              are geezers           were geezered




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I went and saw  The Exotic Marigold Hotel.  I loved it.  Truly a good geezer movie.   I realized that I certainly do not want to be one of the invisible old ones that people think don’t have desire, or passion, or the drive to be the best that we can each and every moment.  Seeing the beauty  and wisdom in the aging process, when nature has her way with us and our beauty shifts to wrinkles and sags.  That that inner beauty we are quick to tell the youth about is truly within us and that We are part of the Divine expression of what ever is God, or Source, Or Oneness, or Goddess, or Nature…

Geezers of the World Unite.  We are beautiful and wise, and have so much to share.


Each wrinkle moved like a wave

In unison with her giggle

Her snicker was a ripple

on the shore of her old body


And when she really gave in

To a belly full of laughter

Every part of her shimmered

And shook in ruffles of old ribbon


And the lace of her eighty plus decades

Were as detailed as the hands

That tatted them in a dexterous

flow of a life intricate and beautiful


I watched the ripples and waves of her

Held to the story of a bright yesterday

Of a life well lived found in this moment

She wore her history in wrinkled time


Her youth still a sea of desires passion

Held within the wrinkled times and

Decades of yesterdays, that in this

moment bubble like lava to her surface


She is the girl she has always been 

She is the wise woman of living long

She is the wrinkled wave of love that kisses your shore

She is forever the shimmer of passions want





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Old Geezer

16 nov 2011    >  0/4/13   >   Fool/Emperor/Death


When it’s your ‘time’ , how might you imagine your transition to be?

How might you describe the Fool as a hero?

When you “come to that bridge” how will you cross it?

Mom..what a geezer girl she is. miss you.

            ~~~~    !!!!    ~~~~ 

Aging will have it’s way with you.  

A new norm rises from the ache in the joints

The greying of the hair, the slip of memory

If you’re breathing by sixty

Days will come shorter and shorter

You will hunger for the day to stretch out

and give you more time… more time

More time for the caress of love

The share of wisdom’s years

The gift of  family and friends

The joy of imagining a future

The pleasure found in leaping into life 

The youthful zest and thrill of living



whirls and swirls dark to light

light to dark, duality finds it niche

Life to death, bitter to sweet,young to old. 

Circumstance may have laid the foundation

Bitter might of layered despairing years

Poverty dug a hole in possibilities

Illness gave the Path painful resistance

Obstacles will have found you worthy

What’s in the way of life has it’s gifts


The dance of life takes no hostages 

Born to live and die is the outcome

The mindful notice of life is a sacred journey

Where living finds its best self

 Ageless, timeless, everlasting

The body will fail you and your

spirit never will.  It never will.










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