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Body Parts XII: When One Ages, Taste Doesn’t Always Keep Pace

[Editor’s Note: This is the 12th in a series of poems from “Body Parts,” Dr. Janet Hoult’s collection of poetry about aging.]

Wasted Tasters


Nothing tastes quite like it used to
The meat or the vegetable stew­
The desserts once so sweet
Now are so hard to eat
I limit myself to a few…

Body Parts: Large Painful Problem to Get Your Mouth Around,...

[Editor’s Note: This is the 11th in a series of poems from “Body Parts,” Dr. Janet Hoult’s collection of poetry about aging.]

Pearly Whites


While in Brazil on duty,
    my husband contracted a bug
His gums grew weak,
    could not hold his teeth
So they fell one by one on the rug.

Community Togetherness

[Editor’s Note: These poetic musings are deemed appropriate as activists sift through their thoughts following this week’s approval of the Entrada Tower Office plan.]

I went to a meeting the other day
Of a group of citizens involved in a fray
Over redevelopment that causes strife
And interferes with our daily life. ­

‘Doing What Is Best’ Would Be Voting No on Entrada Office...

[Editor’s Note: This presentation by a retired Culver City academic is typical of the more than 100 spoken and written comments — overwhelmingly opposed — entered into the record last night when the City Council was charged with approving or rejecting the 12-story Entrada Office Tower proposal. The meeting was adjourned until 6 this evening in Council Chambers.]

Mayor Corlin and members of the City Council: ­

I have been a resident of Culver City since 1969 and, now that I have retired, I am pleased to be able to serve the city on the Landlord-Tenant Mediation Board.

Body Parts: Who Knows What the Nose Knows? Ask Me...

[Editor’s Note: This is the 10th in a series of poems from “Body Parts,” Dr. Janet Hoult’s collection of poetry about aging.]

The Nose Knows or Does It?

Do you smell what I smell?
    A smoky, subtle scent is in the air
    Is it your perfume or your hair?
    No, it’s the fire beneath the stair!
Oh nose, you do not serve me well.

Dorothy, Where Are You? We Need You Now

What are you thinking, Culver City? Or like ­scarecrows, not thinking at all? Endangering homes you deemed “Landmark” For another development, not the least bit small

A huge building right next door to our “culturally significant” homes Will cause all sorts of problems galore. Culver City, what goes on in your domes?

Body Parts: When It Comes to Ringing, Thank Goodness I’m Not...

[Editor’s Note: This is the ninth in a daily series of Janet Hoult poems from “Body Parts,” a collection of poetry about aging.]
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Ringing in my Ears

Is that the doorbell or the phone?
You didn’t hear it? Just me alone?
It’s that dreadful tinnitus again, that ringing in my ear
It too often fools me and I’m not sure what I hear.

Body Parts: We Are up to What You Have on Either...

[Editor’s Note: This is the eighth in a daily series of Janet Hoult poems from “Body Parts,” a collection of poetry about aging.]

­ What’s That, What Did You Say?

What’s that, what did you say?
I really haven’t got all day
Just speak up now, have no fear,
Repeat it dear, I couldn’t hear

Body Parts: Glasses on, Glasses Off — They Make a Big...

[Editor’s Note: This is the seventh in a daily series of Janet Hoult poems from “Body Parts,” a collection of poetry about aging.]

Clouds in My Eyes


Is that a cloud before my eyes or are they growing dimmer Like water covering my face when I was once a swimmer?

Taking Poetic License With the Dimensions of Entrada Scheme

[Editor’s Note: After six consecutive days of “Body Parts” poems — from her collection of poetry on aging — Dr. Hoult takes a break. Today she comments on one of the hottest political subjects in Culver City, the much disputed proposed 220-foot tall Entrada Office Tower at the southern edge of the city.]

Towering Concerns
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A thirty-year resident of Culver City I’m hearing things that aren’t so pretty
Like the plans afoot for a building so tall
To tower over others and make them look small.
A tall, tall building is really dumb
It will stick way out like a big sore thumb.