Sonnet Grandfather Poems | Sonnet Poems About Grandfather
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She so lovingly remembers her grandfather here.
Tho many years gone; his memories kept near.
This book he read to her while she sat in his lap.
Taking her on great adventures; imaginations tapped.
Inhaling the aroma of orange blossoms, sweet.
Hungry after each journey, this fruit they would eat.
Filled with such nostalgia it's his scent she misses;
cherry pipe tobacco, also tasted on his kisses.
This has become a tradition for her each year;
happy memories filling her with joy, never tears.
For he is on an adventure in paradise now;
another for her to join him, when she is laid in the ground.
She will read to her grandchildren from this old book one day.
Where precious memories of her in this garden will be made.
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I wonder what your thinking, in your country far away
And what on earth possesses you to threaten mine today
You allow your people to starve, munitions they are first
While daily people starve to death and many die of thirst
Your father and grandfather should have taught you how to care
Instead they shared their legacy of treating people unfair
Many live in work camps with three generations or more
Simply because they disagreed, so now all must chore
You live in style above the rest, have people who adore
But deep down, I believe that each person longs for more
You teach hatred and despise my country each and every day
For freedom and free choice would take yours away
Your people follow in fear, like robots in a line
I wonder how long they will conform or will it be your time
More and more try to escape, or die instead of live
In a country such as yours that takes much more than it gives
Each building,statue, memorial you have to tell a tale
Of twisted truths and travesties instead they often fail
For freedom is what's needed in the country you call home
Grow food instead of opium,and leave the people alone
You have the power in your hands to change what was past
Hurry please before it's too late you must do it fast
Do not start a war in which more people will die
Because your father and grandfather started it with a lie.
Grandfather was a proud old man
he'd taken care of everyone for years
he lived near the beach and white sand
now gone, I can't fight back the tears.
Though he drank a little too much
and married his mistress of twenty years
he was a business man you couldn't touch
he loved us and fought back all our fears.
He gave all he could from morning to night
and made sure we were happy as kids
Often his insight was filled with light
A gambler at times, he made the right bids.
He worked hard for the life he made
And under his wing we happily stayed.
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The wagons slice a trail across the plains
in search for gold or land to claim and build
abodes where independence rules supreme;
my great-grandfather leads them west for gain
all while his wife and sons work on the farm.
The trails he carves become long rails of iron
throughout a nation sworn by force of law –
that each man’s peace now lies within his hands.
Yet greed breeds theft, and swag digs ugly wounds
across the land where freedom banners wave;
while bondage of the poor and frail prevails
and brother murders brother, flushed with rage.
A government now sets the bar too high,
as mothers, east to west, spill bitter tears.
That small but a mighty house. Wh're you once lived & gone, Built upon the mountains high. Left for a generations yet unborn. How long would it lingers us far too off. To know the labour of our heroes past. shall not be in vain or aloof. If it were not for your lased eyes. Piercing the psychic of the coming years like an eagles descryings. Would your name brought about this future.That everyone who had come in the lemmings. Would rather die with emeaba on their lipsture. That teeming & bustling house. No one seemed to care but carried off by gloats.