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
A-L Andresen :) - A true story -
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2012
I was eating breakfast yesterday with my 12 year old granddaughter and I asked her “What day is tomorrow?” Without skipping a beat she said, “Its Presidents Day!” She is so smart, so I asked her “What does Presidents Day mean?” I was waiting for something about Obama, Bush or even Clinton. She replied “Presidents Day is when the President steps out of the White House and if he sees his shadow we have another year of bull shit.” You know it hurts like hell when hot coffee spurts out of your nose.
Copyright © Dennis Davis | Year Posted 2017
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Just like you!
Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013
My heritage is a mixture
Of backgrounds. Let's start on
My Dad's side of the family.
My Dad's mom is Irish and English.
My Dad's dad is Irish and German.
My Mom's mom is Scottish and Irish.
My Mom's dad is blood Hungarian.
So in other words,
I'm a mutt! or as others say,
Copyright © Sarah Cassleman | Year Posted 2013
Grandmothers and grandfathers how they look,
how can we see that there is a grandmother or a grandfather
When I was a little girl we could see a grandmother and a grandfather
Grandparents used hats, glasses, and walking stick
The skin of their face was weathered and wrinkled
Some had teeth they put in a glass in the evening
Grandmothers always had time for a glass of juice and a hug
She was never impatient, tie shoelaces with pleasure
Always in floral dresses, which smelled like grandma
Grandmothers wont not be at work tomorrow, she has time for an adventure
She does not skip a single word, to be finished soon
It was always sweets in grandmother's hand bag
She never spared, but shared with a beautiful smile
Grandfathers were a bit more restrained,
bit concerned about the day's news in their newspaper
He would like to go for a walk, and he walks with small cautious steps
When he meet someone he knows, he lifts a bit on his hat and nod
He has very little hair on his head, and his head shines in the sun
Grandfathers have a strong hand to hold, I was confident in his hand
He could tell me what all the birds called, he was so wise
Everyone should experience an old-fashioned grandmother and grandfather
one that does not have a television, computer or washing machine
A grandmother and grandfather who always have good time
But it was in the past ..... not today...
A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2013
silly grandpa, singing a song
and a dance with a wink
twirled into a pink coverlet,
In a blink tried to think!
did forget twenty he was not.
red-faced he doublethink,
Venus, he’d be, goddess of love
he’d dance and please in pink
a little girl giggled and danced
with her funny grandpa
singing in her pink coverlet
holding his heart to ma
sing a song in sweet harmony
to the stars up above
cheerfully sung eternally
to the goddess of love
moving holding his heart to ma
twirled, stepping and tripping
on edge of the pink coverlet
took a tumble springing
a cast from waist to his shoulder
with a wink and a grin
fading blue bruises marked his face
he won’t do that again
Rhyme 2 & 4 Rhyme in each stanza
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016
The list of my shortcomings is not coming up very short
The hair that grew on top of my head has decided to abort
There are notches on my belt that no longer can I reach
The sands of time I have experienced could fill up Myrtle Beach
The things that I’ve forgotten outnumber those that I have not
When I party late at night, I’m still in bed by ten o’clock
Things that I bought brand new are now considered old antiques
The skeleton inside me hurts to move and then it creaks
But you won’t hear me complaining, at least, not so very loud
Because of the accompanying grandchildren of which I’m very proud
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2013
Electric Mosquito Bat
Reached out for my windbreaker jacket, lifted it off its peg…
Slipped my left hand into the left sleeve to be followed by my right…
My mind was ever so clear, my heart ever so light, for tonight I strike back..
Selfconsciously I smirked a grin, for tonight, The Empire Strikes Back…
The other family members, they are all engrossed with the TV in the living room…
Some silly local production drama, lots of overacting and tears aplenty to flood a room…
That was not for me, I have a higher mission to answer for this cannot wait…
Tonight I begin a mission with my newly gifted rechargeable electric mosquito bat….
It has been fully charged, I had timed it to perfection by my alarm clock....
Luke Skywalker, even Hans Solo , eat your hearts out for I have this sword…
It is electric, fully charged, it is lethal upon touch, mosquitoes and flying insects are cinders…
No, I do not have to swat nor strike out, I only need to wave it about to destroy all insects…
Furtively I stole a look into the living room, then turned back and flicked softly a light switch…
The lone bulb flared instantly and bathed the patio outside the kitchen in soft yellowish light…
As I leaned forward to peer through panel window in the back door, mentally I smiled again,
Now out there, in that patio, yours truly and this electric mosquito bat, we‘ll do battle to win..
Left hand grasping my electric mosquito bat, my right hand grasped the kitchen door knob…
There was a soft click as I slowly pulled open the wooden door, the battlefield beyond beckoned…
My heart was light, a silly tuneless humming still on my lips as I eagerly stepped forward…
Flying insects by the hundreds are mine to slay, the thrill and body counts will be my rewards…
Hey, who left the back patio light on?
Grandad, why are you out here? Better get inside before you catch a cold!!
Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2015
Here lies my old pal Michael,
His spirit set free by wind,
because the storm which kicked his bucket,
trapped the poor old git within,
A Scotsman by his name,
and a carpenter by trade,
should of built yourself s door mate,
to stop the barn which caved you in.
I love you Bic.
Copyright © lew Jay | Year Posted 2015
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the fairest of them all?
Sure not you, you silly dope
In this field you have no hope.
Mirror mirror judge of all
Can't you see some beauty small
If its there its sure hid
That's why I answered as I did
All your teeth have fallen out
You have wrinkles all about
Most all your hair has gone away
What is left is turning grey
And your chin is double now
A stomach that would fit a cow
In heavy folds your skin doth sag
To tell the truth your just a hag
And as I thought to answer back
The glass hung there began to crack
It shattered and fell to the floor
To end its lies forevermore
For my Grandfather........He gets it...
Copyright © Jai Bankson | Year Posted 2016
What can you say
About kids these days
'Cept they ain't got no respect
Like a bunch of clowns
Hey punks pull up your pants
I don't really care
To see your underwear
Or any skid marks running up the back
Put on a belt
And if nothing else
It'll hold in all that lazy fat
And what you call music
I'm going to lose it
If I hear any more of that crap
Back in the day
We had people who sang
That didn't sound like a half strangled cat
And the way you cover your skin
With ink from the pen
In what you think are cool tattoos
I wonder what they'll look like
Later in life
When all that skin is hanging loose
All those piercings you've got hanging
Some even dingle dangling
Pretty much match the hole in your head
If you took them out kiddie
I bet the wind through you would whistle Dixie
That's pretty much it "Nuff Said"
Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2016
O help me! I've fallen
And I can't get it up!
I'm stuck here acrawlin'
Up a Double-D cup
Now don't let us dicker
I am over the hill
Just be a mite quicker
Slipping me that blue pill!
Copyright © Rico Leffanta | Year Posted 2017