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Poems By Poet Albert Ahearn  1/25/2015 8:20:43 PM
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Getting High

A cool, refreshing mist of rain
Bathed my face while I raced along
A beaten path to Sand Island.
The Day lilies and Campions
Smiled from their clustered colonies
As I passed them along the way
While Kenny G’s horn was blowing
“Forever in love” in my ears.
As I neared my destination
The stimulating rain ended
As did the saxophone love song
Ending my momentary high
Without the aid of any drug,
Recommencing on my return.

Getting high on life
Is a great alternative
All of us should try.
Albert Ahearn




We are a greedy species more or less
Desiring more than needed frequently.
If something free presents itself, excess
Increases often exponentially.
Instead of taking one or two and leave
The rest behind, avaricious nature
Impels us, take it all! And thus believes,
It’s mine! To Hell with those that follow, your
Misfortune is not my regard. Myself
Is all that matters so what's mine is mine.
Though lacking scruples in and of itself
Becomes a selfish brute, his own design.
Beware! Of egocentric avarice
Your entry into heaven might be missed.
Albert Ahearn



Green Banana’s

A time is reached in life if one remains
Alive to tell the tale: those certain things
He once performed routinely, ascertains
The notion, habits must desist which brings
About awareness: His mortality.
Employment ends; Retirement is here.
The monthly saving wanes. Frugality
submits to lavish tastes. The thirty year
Installment loan is paid. But now he’s glum.
He now forbears purchasing bananas
That are unripe for fear his death may come
before they ripen. Shakespeariana
Unfolding: Final act that yields a frown:
The man’s demise, they ring the curtain down.
Albert Ahearn



Grim Reaper

With waning moon below the Horizon
The darkness fell upon the slumbered town.
An even darker phantom fell upon
The people. (Death) had descended and found
Its quarry. Walking silently among
Their homes until he reached a wealthy man
Asleep in bed. He touched his eyes, erelong.
At once, they opened wide. “Oh, bogeyman
Begone! Oh horrible dream, please leave me!
You dreadful thing! Who are you? I’m lord here!
I’ll beckon servants, they will hear my plea.”
Be silent fop! Your time has come, give ear:
Your hedonistic life has caused much pain.
I send you where the conqueror worm reigns.
Albert Ahearn
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Poems By Poet Albert Ahearn