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Details | Free verse | |

GRANDPA

*GRANDMA WAITS IN THE GARDEN*

Hi, grandpa, it's me again!
Your dentures sit in an open glass above the nightstand
Remember the tears grandma sang before she passed?
The way she looked into your eyes, 
Moments before she said her goodbyes
Grandpa, I found a note from grandma, 
She waits for you.

Hi grandpa, it’s me again!
The rocking chair is old and dusty
Remember the way grandma sat me on her lap?
Read many stories before I took a nap
How she enjoyed stroking my hair with her hands
I miss the way she rocked me to sleep every night 

Hello, grandpa!
I stored your hearing aid away
Remember that special musical box in grandma's drawer? 
I opened it last night, to watch the ballerina soar
I wish you could hear the tiny chimes grandma loved
I hope you don’t mind, I’m keeping grandma's favorite scarf

Hello, Grandpa!
I'm caressing grandma’s picture frame
Remember the way she looked in the yellow pretty sundress?
Grandpa, I miss the things grandmother did for you
Like the walking cane, she handcrafted before she left

Hello, grandpa, it's me again! 
Here I sit holding your hand
I have no more tears
Soon you will see her again
She will no longer be alone
Say hi to her, give her a kiss
Tell her I miss her so much
Bye, grandpa

~*~

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet | |

- On The Moon -

Thea, grandfather Alferd's dog died, she was so old and sick
Now is Thea on the moon, says Adrian who is six

Michael Jackson died so unexpectedly and abruptly
He is on the moon and plays with Thea, says Adrian who is a big fan

Betzy, grandfather Arild's dog died, she was also old and sick
Now Betzy is also on the moon with Thea and Michael Jackson and play all day

Great Grandmother died so unexpectedly and abruptly
Adrian who is six had difficulty understanding

Adrian who is six cried many tears for Great Grandmother
but comforted himself with the fact that she is sitting on the moon and
makes waffles to Thea, Michael Jackson and Betzy




04.11.2012
A-L Andresen :)  - A true story -
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme | |

Grandma Phoned

I have loved him since I was young.
Through every cloud, he rose the sun.
His work was honest – one-on-one with land.
I loved this farmer and his callused hands!
Safe, strong arms would lift me to sit upon his tractor.
Picture girl and Grandpa - no memory could be happier.

Today, I took the inherited watch from my mantle.
Now the cherished timepiece accompanies my flight,
Perhaps lending faith to my emotional plight.
Precious ticking in my pocket comforts my destination;
Brings forth his presence and I will not try to stop it
For the watch soothes my driving desperation.

Steering, I experience a constant sense of feeling
That wings have sprouted beneath my vehicle this day
As prayer of golden air to deliver me straight there.
So many endless miles of thunder under my wheels.
Thoughts ever somber tumble various appeals.
I gasp down feelings he may leave before I show.
He stays in my heart’s eye while I consume highway
On burning, dedicated tires determined to fly
Because Grandma phoned to say, Grandpa would soon die.



Contest:  Stand by Your Man
Sponsor: Silent One
Third Place

Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

A Message from heaven

God came down to earth today,
And said it's time to go, 
I'm sorry I couldn't stay,
I wanted to, you know.
I'm writing this from heaven,
Looking down upon you,
Please don't be sad or unhappy,
My time on earth was through.
When tomorrow starts without me,
Keep your head up high,
My body may have left, 
But my spirit will never die.
God has big plans for me,
A list of things to do,
Number one on that list,
Is to watch and care for you.
So wherever you may go, 
Whenever I'm on your mind,
Just remember you're never alone,
I'm always by your side.
When your sad and start to cry,
It will relieve some pain,
Remember, there has never been a rainbow,
Unless there was some rain.
When your day is finally over,
And your laying in bed at night, 
Ill be right there next to you, 
Holding you tight.
When your time on earth is up,
And your soul is finally free,
Don't be afraid, take gods hand,
He's bringing you home to me.

Copyright © Brittany cuneo | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Dementia

He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
Tough.
Independent.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died, 
he has not been the same.
Sad
Lonely
Empty.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping, 
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it, 
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain, 
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best, 
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows 
what happens next.
Sedation
Medication
Anger
Hurt
All results of
dementia

Copyright © Laura Hamilton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

The Old Salt

The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.

A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass.

When patriotism was not just a word
but,
by what men lived and judged the worth of each, 
a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend. 

An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station, 
and begins anew in the heavenly fleet. 

Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour,
we salute you.

What greater honor, that when a man moves forward, 
he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was. 

A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior, 
the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood
and men were made of steel.

The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now. 

Those of us who remain behind,
remember, and will continue to remember, 
because he now resides forever in our hearts.

As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt,
a beret draped just above the eye, 
as he draws upon his pipe, 
quietly he waits.
The guardian of heaven’s gate.


Copyright © Mac McGovern | Year Posted 2010

Details | Elegy | |

For my grandfather

For my grandfather.

I can see you sometimes
though you are not here

I see your smile
that day when I was nine
and you told a dirty 
joke to a passing stranger
while we went for a walk.

I did not understand
the joke
but you smiled
and the stranger laughed
so I laughed too
and I have never forgotten
that smile

Some days I wish
I could see it
I mean really see it
not that my minds eye
doesn't do a good job

I just know that if I could
see it
really see it
that means I could 
reach my arms around you
and feel your stubble against my cheek

It would be a long hug
and there would be tears
and then I am sure you would quickly
turn them to laughter 

but I cannot wrap my arms around you
I cannot feel your stubble against my cheek
all I can do is remember

remember your smile
remember your jokes
remember you in your old jeans and older t-shirt
swinging on the back swing
or dozing in the living room with your head back
and mouth open

Sometimes I look at your chair
at the dinner table
and imagine you in it
and you look back at me
with that look you always had
that said I love you
I care about you
I am proud of you
and then you fade
and someone else
here with us in this life
takes your place

can anyone take your place?
can anyone fill your old black loafers?
I suppose not
but they can at least sit in your chair

and

we can all remember

Copyright © Brady Perkins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Elegy | |

Grandfather

My Grandfather High-backed chair facing the corner, Window over books so cherished Loved. Like the greatest of scholars, but still humble He was a trove of stories Air of silence on a place once full Of stories from a time past, A time of honor and courage and duty Of country and spirit; fighting an enemy Made from indescribable evil. Tales of valor, sand, and bullets Lions and machine guns, young men in battle Fighting for their lives. Knowing the enemy was like a jackal Cruel and twisted, an army of evil He witnessed it all First hand, in the heat of the day And cold of night. Tales passed on, spoken In a way that conveyed such knowledge That one was to sit in amazement, and hear it Firsthand from the chair facing the corner. Like a throne of deep thought. The day he left this world, I wept. Seeing him not but a day before, It was harder than I could have imagined. The pain is real, but so were the memories And so the legacy of the veteran lives on. The chair sat vacant, but I felt him there. The books on the shelf, the other treasures Left behind held him here on earth While the memories anchored him in our hearts. The man in the chair shall never be forgotten And the stories shall pass far into the generations.

Copyright © john locke | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ballad | |

The Ones I Have Lost

As I go through my day, they are by my side, 
Following me, watching me and also being my guide. 

These are the angels of my loved ones that passed, 
When I know their near me,  I want this feeling to last. 

I never had much family, separated by distance, 
Sometimes I felt like my world was of non-existence. 

The few I loved so much and held so dear, 
My grandfather, grandmother and father are no longer here.

But when I smell my dads cologne or hear grandmas voice in my ears, 
I hold in my heart their near me and it rids me of fears. 

I certainly must say there is not a day that goes by, 
That I do not think of them and softly cry. 

I always pray that they will visit me while I sleep, 
Dreaming of them is a wonderful feeling that goes so deep. 

I'll miss you everyday until I am no longer on earth,
When I see you all again, it will be like a rebirth.

Copyright © Debra Baviello | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epitaph | |

Grandfather

Here lies the best Grandfather,
One who was very considerate.
Remembering him as a child,
I would sit on his lap.
He was a rare person indeed.
He was a colonel in the Army.
Also superlative of a gentelman.
Here lies the best grandfather,
May he rest in peace.

Copyright © Sarah Cassleman | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

My hero

We all have one person we call "Hero"

My hero is brave, beaten and battered by war
My hero is weathered, abused by the elements
My hero is a farmer, hard working and dedicated
My hero is strong, his muscles used to plow the ground
My hero is a craftsman, hands splintered with wood and covered in grease
My hero is gentle, hands rough but his touch soft
My hero is kind, giving life to all, even the snakes and pests
My hero is gray, his hair peppered with wisdom
My hero is scented of strong coffee, mint, and cigarettes
My hero is a musician, fingers calloused from years of plucking
My hero is unlike any other unconditional love for anyone
My hero is tired
My hero is weak
My hero is sick
God, please... Don't take my hero from me

Copyright © Logan Holliday | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epitaph | |

To My Amazing Grandfather

My grandfather was the wisest man
That I had ever known.
I did not know how wise he was
‘Til I was wise and grown.
He told his story through his words,
So grand you can’t defile it;
He told us of his stories as
An Army Air Corps pilot.
My grandfather was precious to me,
A dear and treasured friend.
But just like all great friendships,
This one had to end.
But after dying, I guess that
Our bond won’t cease to grow,
For while he was alive
I didn’t know the things I know.
I heard his stories from his friends,
And all of them were rife
With anecdotes that showed him as
A hero in real life.
Though all heroes come and go,
When the day is done,
My dear, amazing grandfather,
You’re the greatest one.

Copyright © Joseph Coogan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet | |

Goodbye Granddad

Gravity pulls my tears into pools.
Im sinking in sorrow -emotional fuels. 

Just turn back the time, I just want a moment. 
To say goodbye once, to cherish and own it. 

I loved my granddad - a man more than great.
Paired with my Granny as the perfect mate. 

A montage of memories that rush my soul.
My eyes fill with tears, I'm losing control. 

Just keep it together, it's what he would want. 
They all say the same, but I stand in front. 

Happiness swells, yet sadness prevails.
Like Christ on the cross, with hands full of nails. 

Life has a reason, and death isn't treason.
-It's moving on up.. A lifetime's a season. 

I look to the sky and say my goodbye.
The time won't turn back, I gave it a try. 

I close my eyes and imagine this-
Paradise in a place full of bliss. 

World peace in a piece of the world.
Without loss and bombs never hurled. 

Snow that falls that doesn't freeze.
Sun that shines that doesn't cease. 

A land where "The forever" is real.
A scene where the sick always heal.

Life with infinite love, like gusts in the wind.
Two little doves, with eternities to spend. 

God has a plan, fool-proof to the core. 
Now Granddad's with him, a reward of much more. 

-Yours Truly

Copyright © Yours Truly | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? | |

I Miss You Grandpa

                                   ( I MISS YOU GRANDPA )

                                        I sat on your lap
                                      Looked in your eyes
                                       The sense of hurt
                                       Was yet a surprise
                                       You were so happy
                                         I was so young
                                       I didn`t understand
                                That your life was now done


                                         I sat on your lap 
                                       Looked in your eyes
                                     The feeling of strength 
                                       Was yet a surprise
                                       You were so weak
                                          Yet so strong
                                     It was hard to believe
                                   That soon you`d be gone


                                         I sat on your lap
                                        Looked in you eyes
                                         The sense of love
                                         Was not a surprise
                                         You are now gone
                                         Yet your still here
                                        You always told me 
                                 That you will always be near


                                       I sat by your grave
                                      Looked at the stone
                                       Why you are gone
                                       Is still left unknown

                                      I used to blame god
                                    For taking you from me
                               I was too young to understand
                                       And to hurt to see

                                          I realize now
                                 That god is not to blame
                                    For taking you away
                                  And causing such pain!

                                     I miss you grandpa
                                    Each and every day
                                  And Ill always love you
                                  More than these words
                                      Could ever say.

Copyright © Jasmine Cruz | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ballad | |

Large Hands

At six foot four, and an eighth of a ton, A gentle giant of a man, he was; Father to three, and himself a fine son, Devoted husband to Jean, without pause. Phone man, painter, in ocean liners he cruised, Accompanied by family and friends; Sweet song in his heart, but never the blues, Wisdom and patience, in life his clear lens. He loved a recipe, and showing concern, With actions, like always asking about you; His life well balanced, his legacy earned, Sharing his Jesus—the Gospel's Good News! Taking time for grandkids, he humbly shared, Both time and his money, an open book; Bouncing upon knees, for great grands he cared, Teaching scriptures, over breakfast he’d cooked. Eighty-two years was his Lord’s master plan, Fifty-eight to a soulmate, solemnly wed; What mattered most, to this giver of men, Was baking and breaking, life’s finest bread. A Soldier whose honor, served us all well, Humbly he loved, these United States; His strong Christian faith, now clear as a bell, His given name, you ask? Twas—Walter Yates! (Rest in Peace Dear Friend. We miss you, sir!)

Copyright © Michael Wegman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Acrostic | |

Grandfather

Grave is where you lie
Remembering who you are
Attributes you instilled in me, guided fleets 
North Star

Dedicated soldier 
Fought in World War II
Agonizing pain from cancer 
Tried to hold on to you

Home back to God you went
Eternally peaceful as can be
Respectfully loving all you were for me

Copyright © Lauren Smith | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric | |

The Cloudiest Day

I didn't like losing you
And my tears cried the truth
With rain that came
On the cloudiest day
Like heaven was crying too



©2014 Honestly JT

Copyright © Honestly J.T. | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ballad | |

My Granddad

I loved my Granddad because he was so special to me...
He was the type of person when I grow up I'd like to be.

"Don't let the bed bugs bite,"he used to tell me at night...
And our adventures at bed time were always out of sight.

"Chuck E. Cheese was a big hit with us...
We always had a great time and there was never a fuss.

He liked green and I loved blue...
And Granddad there is no denying I'll always love you.
                  
We acted silly and did our thing...
And everything we did we did with a bang.

The middle of the day was our special time...
And the winner of "Go Fish" always won a dime.

I made him a card for Granddad's day...
Just to let him know I loved him in a special way.

Polar Express was a train trip we used to take...
And Disney World was a special trip we liked to make.

He gave me a snow globe I'll cherish forever more...
And after all that's what Granddad's gifts are for.

His favorite color was green and mine is blue...
Granddad, I'll always love you.

                      TK<><

Copyright © tom kesting | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Grandpa

I stare at your face as I remember it so vividly. 

I remember every piece of hair 
You crafted to lay so perfectly in place

The tip of your nose that became slightly rosier with each year
 The way your eyes wrinkled when you smiled
Your hard belly against mine as you gave me a hug 

When you said "I love you kid" 
And the pricelessness of those words 
Spoken more frequently towards the end.    

I wish we had more time 
So I could show you who I have become
 You may be gone but your love lingers on 

In the hearts of not only your family 
But every person you touched
And welcomed as part of that family 

You showed me that love is deeper than the surface 
It is rooted over time
Solidified in the thick and maintained through the thin.

I close my eyes 
Trying to picture the beautiful place 
You have chosen you reside 

Sometimes I whisper to you,
Hoping you can hear me
Just to say I love you


I know I will have to wait patiently 
For the next chapter 
When we all will reside together

Copyright © Britt Rose | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? | |

Grandpa

Pictures and moments stick
Past life sticks
The boy knows but cant see the light of 
the unknown picture of you grandpa.

Copyright © Ace X | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ode | |

MY GRANDFATHER

Twenty years have passed by since you left this world
For the world you are officially gone
For me you are always around
The greatest teacher ,my biggest strength
My most wonderful grandfather.

I feel the protection and guidance of your's around
I remember and cherish those beautiful days together
I have learnt all the wonderful things that you've taught
I do feel you look down on me with all your love.

You never let me be away from you every single day
Sharing the  cup of tea together
Sharing the stories of your time with zest and passion 
Every morning watching over the mighty  kanchenjunga from our window
To Humming our favourite song together.

I miss you dearly my adorable Grandfather
You gave me so many wonderful memories for life
I remember your eyes always looking out for me whenever i wasn't around
Caressing me with  all your love  and blessings
I  miss those beautiful memories spent together

Today is the day i remember
You left me without a proper goodbye
The same morning making me swear i remain happy and strong forever
Showering me with all the love you could 
I am so fortunate my childhood was amazing journey with you.


Deep inside me i know you are in better  place above
I  love and miss you with all my heart
I wish i could see and have you here
In my heart you are always there
May your soul rest in peace
My Darling grandfather

Copyright © bandana basnett | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

Papaw's Passing

You were my Grandfather but I called you Papaw instead.
It hurt very much when Mom told me that you were dead.
When you died, the flower shop sold out of flowers and had to start selling trees.
That proved that many people loved you and knowing that was sure to please.

Your death brought about pain that we couldn't ignore.
We were all devastated when you passed away in 1994.
It doesn't seem like you've been dead for twenty years.
Your death brought a lot of misery and plenty of tears.

You died less than three weeks before I turned twenty-three.
You were very special and all of your family and friends agree.
Even though you've been dead for many years, your spirit continues to live on.
You still live in our hearts and that proves that you're not gone.

(Dedicated to Burley Johnson who died on August 3, 1994.)

Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric | |

Over The Bridge

It is here I am safe
It is here that I know
but over the bridge 
Is where I must go

The bridge that gives passage
over quick muddy water
though why I say that
I don't know why I bother

over the bridge 
is a tall oak tree
and standing beneath it
is someone waving at me

crossing the bridge 
I see a man standing there
with paint splatered pants
and a head of white hair

looking closer I see 
exactly who's there
I see it's my papa
and I can't help but stare

I run right toward him 
and give him a hug
I ask how he got here
his response is a shrug

it's then I remember 
the fact that he'd died
it's then I remember
the tears that i'd cried

I ask how it felt
when he had died
he then looks at me 
and he promptly replied

he calmed all my fears
about what lies boyond
then he looks up 
because the suns almost gone

he says I must go
before the sun sets
but I don't want to leave
I'm not quite ready yet

he gives me a hug 
before I go
then tells me I can't share
the things I now know

I give a quick nod 
looking up at the sky
I don't understand
but I don't have time to ask why

turning around 
I try not to cry
I just cross the bridge 
when the sun leaves the sky

I turn back to look
one last time at the tree
but my papa is gone
as was meant to be



 

Copyright © Anne Hessler | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse | |

Rest In Peace Grandpa

To: My Grandpa ~1918-2016~ Grandpa was sharp as a whistle up until the very end. Old age and time passing just took a toll on his poor body. Ninety eight sure is a long life to have lived. He was the second in generation. My father is the third, my brother is the fourth and my nephew is the fifth. What a legacy to leave for our family tree. Married over seventy years is definitely an inspiration and a great example of what true love really is. Grandma took care of him since the day of their wedding. Long life of love and sweet memories with children, grandchildren and great grandchildren to watch over as they grow up. Heart surgery about thirty years ago, and stayed healthy until the very end. Its a sad thing to see your grandpa deteriorating like he did. He had such a passion for the world of golf, and played up until he was ninety years old at the West Shore Golf Club. I heard that one time he shot his age! Always smiling and even though he was old, we could still hold a conversation with him. One of my fondest memories of him was how beautifully he could whistle. He carried a tune like a tiny bird full of life and contentment. Beautiful crystal blue eyes with his favorite cardigan sweaters from Land's End. Black slippers to keep his feet warm during the cold days of winter. A few silly memories we have are when he would ask us about how our lives are going he would always say, “Is that right?” in a silly way and knowing how much he really was interested in all of our well-being. A silly thing we remember about him is his favorite verse, “and how!”. I have never heard anyone say that phrase before so my siblings and I have always joked about it for years, in a silly way. His favorite drink scotch on the rocks. A loving husband creates a family with his wife, a wife takes care of him and their children, Ninety eight years is such a long life, His life created a balanced fulfillment. A loving father works hard to support, while nurturing six children out of love, the game of golf was his favorite sport, I bet he's shooting par from up above! A loving grandfather happy and proud, he created this wonderful family tree, his whistling created a soft tuned sound, and leaving four generations as a legacy. A loving great-grandpapa with smiles, all five of them enjoyed their visits, creating a sensitive life worthwhile, On the golf course, I wonder how many divots? We all want to thank you from below for all your kindness and caring rest in peace with your friends and family, and your granddaughter Karen. ~Date Written: March 6, 2016~ ~Written By: Laura Loo~

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku | |

What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.

Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.

Copyright © Layla Elkoulily | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epitaph | |

An epitaph for my grandfather

Dear grandfather, you meant the world to me.
I loved you even as a baby. 
You played with me and gave me love,
Not something that every grandfather does. 
You didn't leave us that long ago.
It was only in 2013.
I remember that day like it was only yesterday. 
Sunny and warm, it was only eight in the morning.
You had asked for a napkin and we supplied,
But when we had gotten there you had already died.
I loved you paw paw, I really did, and I hope
Wherever you are you still love me.
I miss you, and wherever you are I know you miss
Me, too.
                           I love you, paw paw.
                                Rest in Peace

Copyright © Katie Christian | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

She has gone

Standing there alone at the graveyard
Calling yearning memories of the past
Can't stop his tears , that's truly hard
She has gone , What a dote didn't last!

Shrouded by thoughts , downcast eye
Her voice is still beating in his ear
She was singing like a bird under the clear sky
When he played harp and waterfall was near

Can't forget these hoary promises to be together
On good and bad , To make love their guide
He just wanna say he will be loyal forever
Until his soul meets her on the other side


By: A. Badr

Copyright © Ahmed badr | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quatrain | |

Pirates

Oh, I remember back, when young -
the pirate tales from grandpa's tongue -
where peg-legged men with but one eye
had sought their treasures, chanced to die.

Now Captain Pirate had a hook
and he cared not from whom he took.
He boarded ships and stole their goods -
then hid his treasures in the woods.

And on the ship he had some men -
who helped him rob now and again.
At times they partied and they drank.
If one was rude, he'd walk the plank.

Now this old pirate wasn't fair -
and got so drunk he didn't care.
It didn't matter who he killed -
just so his humor was fulfilled.

A wee bit close, I happened near -
lost both my boots and lost my gear.
They tied me up that very night.
My wrists had hurt.  The rope was tight.

Then one pulled quick, his shiny sword -
and threw me on that weathered board.
The ocean deep, the water black,
I felt his sword pressed in my back.

So I stepped out - again, again,
with nudges felt from earthly sin.
The steps I took were very short
but that old plank gave me support.

I thought quite quick but took some pause -
reflecting on life's silly laws.
So blinded by life's codes and rules,
I had nothing - them, the jewels.

Hoping here on earth I'd stay,
I stepped through life from day to day.
And this I knew - could not pretend -
this plank was short. There was an end.

My weight pushed low the outer ledge.
My toes could feel the very edge.
No turning back, what's done is done,
no place to turn, no place to run.

Our bodies end with earthly goals
as all life ends, but not our souls.
Emotions quake, as body shakes,
but after death, the soul awakes.

Oh, they held truth (though they got old)
those pirate tales that grandpa told,
but futile is a life that's wed -
with both the soul and body dead.

©2009 louis gander

Copyright © louis gander | Year Posted 2016

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A Scarred and Broken Man

Two tragedies made a man bitter and hard.
Life became intolerable after he was scarred.
On Christmas Day his granddaughter fell in his pool and drowned.
Because of that terrible accident, that poor girl is no longer around.

When he found her dead body, he was horrified by what he saw.
Just six months earlier, he also lost his daughter and son-in-law.
Now he hates Christmas more than he would a plague.
Just the mention of Christmas fills this man with rage.

This man became so bitter that his heart is now as black as coal.
Those tragedies destroyed his life, they sure did take their toll.
His granddaughter was taken far too soon, she was only five.
Ten Christmases have passed since but he still mourns because they didn't survive.

(This is a fictional poem)

Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2014

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One So Wise

I was sorry to miss your demise 
The one I thought so clever and wise
The one I thought would live forever
The one beside me who would never

Leave me on my own to grieve
Yet death is just a way to thieve
The love and warmth you showed to me
It was there for everyone to see

In your eyes and in your soul
Love complete love so whole
What will I do now you are gone?
How will I cope the lonely one?

Tell me when the tears will dry
Salt water trickles from each eye
The tissues pile up all around
I hear you in every single sound

As my heart breaks one final crack
I wish that I could have you back
Just to say I love you with all my heart
Granddad why did we have to part

Copyright © Owen Yeates | Year Posted 2015