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Details | Couplet |

Tranquility

Oh little one, how soon you'll be
In turbulence of puberty.

I will hold tight your days of youth 
And share with you my honest truth 

That innocence ingrained at birth,
Precious childhood days filled with mirth,

Will be so fleeting... you will see
The need for God's  tranquility.

How grandma's age is redefined
When your teen years become aligned

With thoughts of struggles I go through,
The many shades in every hue,

That colors life for me today.
In these sweet days I watch you play

As I instill the grains of hope,
An inner strength to help you cope

With all the changes life will bring.
The ups and downs from early spring

Throughout your life in winter years
When you, like me, through joys and tears

Have lived a life you feel has worth;
Have given back to better earth.

When you have children of your own
And you too, see how they have grown,

My hope is that you let them know
That through their life where e'er they go

They carry with them bits of me,
Please share with them, tranquility.

© Connie Marcum Wong
Poem of the Day May 11, 2017

Note:
The teenage years and the golden years are 
the most difficult to endure. Both are fraught 
with emotions...of facing life...of facing death.

The metaphors in this poem are meant to teach:
"that if you seek tranquil moments, that 
connection with God, life is much easier to 
live. The tranquility of becoming close to 
divine spirit will help...will heal...will bring a 
peaceful calm to abate chaos. That love is the
antithesis of selfishness, and we must all strive
to give back a gift of value to Mother Earth."

A very Happy Mother's Day to all. 

March 26th in the UK and May 14th in North and most of South America, India and more.
Click on the link to see Mother's Day around the world.

http://chartsbin.com/view/jqg

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2017



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 | Rhyme |

Grammy's Girl

I see her pretty little face
With a sweet smile as bright as gold.
I think about the days ahead.
It saddens me, I'm growing old.

I love that precious little girl
With all that dwells inside of me.
One day I know we'll have to part.
I beg of Time, so fleetingly,

To warp somehow and backward go,
So I could share more of her life.
She says "Grammy, never leave me".
That I must die fills her with strife.

She says"I want to go with you".
I tell her of the joys instead,
How one day she'll meet a man,
He'll love her so, and they will wed.

But Grammy's love is all she knows,
So I will leave her parts of me,
In photographs and work I do,
In love notes from my poetry.

April,13, 2016
Happiness of Life Contest
Sponsor Nayda Ivette Negron
First Place

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

A Missive to My Granddaughters

“A Missive To My Granddaughters”


My dearest girls,

How can I begin to tell you 
how much your smile warms my heart,
or the enrichment that penetrates my soul
when I feel your arms embrace me?

With you, I am a girl again reliving my own youth
When you share each new life experience with me.
Once again, my own fervor for life springs forth, 
As I listen to the enthusiasm that emanates from your cheerful chatter.

Your joy rejuvenates me.
Your smile pierces my heart and finds its way
To a special place reserved only for you.
Your zest for life gives me hope again for a better world,
And I thrive on your courage that abounds with each day that passes.

Please know…
That I have saved countless wishes for you alone -
A heart that is forgiving and true,
A mind that is forever open and exploring,
And the courage to face and overcome any obstacle.

I wish you a taste for beauty in whatever presents itself,
A flair of your own like no one else has ever experienced,
An infinite appreciation for all of Nature’s bounty,
And a magnanimous spirit for others less fortunate.

Please know that when I am gone, 
I will be with you always in spirit.
Whether it is the sweetness of a Spring rain,
In the coo of a morning dove,
Or the scent of a summer rose,
You will be reminded,
And you will know
That I am there
With you
Watching
Waiting
Until we are together..…again.

Copyright © Jan Pearce | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

Grandchildren

B eautiful boy 
R ough at play
Y oung and curious
C uddly and loving 
E normous energy


GRANDCHILDREN


A ngel from heaven
L oving and loyal
I rresistibly  huggable 
A dorably cute
N eat and outgoing
A  pple of our eye

Copyright © Susan Gwynne-Galfe | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |

Hugs

Teenage Girls clad in the latest fashions,
Do it whenever they meet,
Grown men aren't afraid to show some passion,
When their team's comeback is complete,
They can say hello, they can say goodbye,
And anything inbetween,
If you open your arms and crack a smile,
There is nothing that a hug cannot mean.

Copyright © Al Parry | Year Posted 2013

Details | Diamante |

Tiny Dancer

  

                         Ballerina
                         soft pink
                dancing, acting, performing
            Artist, musician, poetess, magician
              entrancing, captivating, giving
                       tiny dancer
                     Granddaughter

                   










Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

My Micke boys

                To be called ..
            ~   Grandma is a Honor ~

        I have been blessed with 4  Grandchildren

       ~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb "  He is God's Angel ~
   ~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~

     For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
       he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
      ~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
 
              Time passed another gift to see
               we are " Mickes" and Loved 
            Our Dad held the title in Baseball 
                   ~  that's how we roll ~
           those children are Grandmas hero's 

       The Irish they love big and Family is everything 
        The brothers will protect the beautiful sister 
              ~ as many lads will be calling ~

        Every time my Grandson hits a home run
     There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand 

       It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs 
           ~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
     either baseball or Art  ~ you shall find your gift given

                These children have been blessed~
                 ~  a beauty to hard to describe 
        If you think not ~~  Take a look at the Mom  
                     That girl can stop Traffic   
                    after raising three and still~ 

          "Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "

     May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

A Heart Stop Away

tiny lass who graced this world joyfully brightening her grandmother’s life less than 12 short years smile so angelic, it could crown a Christmas tree never seeking sympathy Joycie’s zest for life drew admiration leaving her gracious memory in her family’s hearts much we can learn from Joycie who never succumbed to self-pity each day, a celebration of life albeit far too brief her smile still shines in heaven glowing beacon in the night sky her grandmother finds comfort seeing Joycie’s face -- a glowing star
Dedicated to Joyce Johnson and based on her poem “Joycie”

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haibun |

Grandma's Gift


I wake to the sounds of laughter and lively music (jazz, I think) flowing free from the empty tenement down the hall. The smooth harmonies and upbeat tempos expand to fill every corner within me. It’s an early Saturday morning in spring and warm enough to leave my sweater hanging in the closet. Daddy reads the newspaper headlines, a ring of cigar smoke encircling his bald spot. My younger siblings are spread out in front of a black and white TV screen watching Felix the Cat, and I stand at the kitchen sink rinsing the breakfast dishes, still listening. I am almost twelve. As the oldest, I’m expected to help Mama in the kitchen. My blue eyes usually ride the sunbeams while I wash. I also greet the cloud sculptures, carved from my imagination, as they blow by. Today, the kitchen curtains are drawn, and only soft, morning light filters through. I tap my feet and continue to wash, losing track of time while staring at the panels of tiny yellow flowers. 

When Grandma floats into the kitchen, vibrant and carefree like a butterfly, I feel her there. She asks me where my head’s been, knowing the answer but choosing to snap me back into the reality of dirty dishes. Before I can speak, she picks up a sponge and starts washing. She’s never far away when I need her. I am, what she calls, the keeper of her gift - the only one to receive her sixth sense. My mama calls me foolish for believing. She says there’s no place on this earth for a girl with a head full of impractical dreams and hopeless plans. She wants me to grow up proper and civilized, but Grandma knows me. She understands that my mind and feet are always on the move – twirling, skipping, and dancing to my heart’s latest song. Grandma encourages me with her love and acceptance. We feel the same spirits on the wind, we listen to the guiding whispers of our ancestors, and we know the colors and music of our souls.  

As I finish washing the last dish, Grandma starts to dry. I look down to see her toes tapping to the same rhythm as mine. I ask her if she hears the music, too, already knowing. She doesn’t answer; she just smiles lovingly with her wise eyes. She never complicates life’s truths with unnecessary explanations. She speaks to my soul without a word from her lips. If I live to be ninety-nine, I’ll never stop believing.


I brush my granddaughter’s hair
and look into her blue eyes
like mine - full of deep secrets,
she’s ready to share.



*Prose ending with a dodoitsu 
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 11/21/15
for Scott's Haibun Free-Style Contest



  

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |

A Grandmother's Love - Anacreontic 1

Eyes wide and innocent, blue with sparkles of mischief shining through. I see you, angel girl. You see me and run, straight into my arms. You shout my name, "Grandma! Grandma!", as I scoop you up. If I could, I would give you the world. A sloppy kiss on my cheek and a hug. "Love you, Grandma!" "Love you, too, baby!" Off you run to explore your world with curiosity and wonder. I am putty in your hands.
11/9/15 For Edward Ebbs Anacreontic Verse 1 contest

Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Bio |

GRANDMA

DEAR GRANDMA, 
IT'S YOUR GRANDDAUGHTER,
YOU NEVER MET ME. 
OVER THE YEARS I PICTURE YOUR FACE IN MY MIND.
I IMAGINE YOU HOLDING ME IN YOUR ROCKING CHAIR, SINGING
A LULIBY SONG TO ME.
WITH YOUR SILVER HAIR AND WRINKLE SOFT TISSUE SKIN.

GRANDMA , REMEMBER YOUR SON, MY FATHER.
HE USED TO HOLD ME IN HIS ARMS.
TELL ME HOW MUCH HE LOVES ME.
HE ROCKED ME TO SLEEP EVERY NIGHT
AND READ READ A BEDTIME STORY THAT
MADE MY EYES SLEEPY IN WONDERLAND.
I WISH YOU COULD OF SAW HOW MUCH HE LOVED ME,
A WONDERFUL FATHER I HAD.

WHENEVER I GOT SICK.
HE PLACED A COLD BROWN BRITTLE HAND TOWEL ON MY FOREHEAD,
 KISSED MY RED SWOLLEN CHEEKS AND
MAGICALLY, THE FEVER DISAPPEARS AWAY.

HE USED TO TALKED ABOUT YOU GRANDA.
HOW BEAUTIFUL YOU WERE.
A LOVING AND CARING MOTHER YOU WAS TO HIM.
HE REALLY LOVED YOU AND GRANDPA LIKE TWO DANCING DOVES.

GRANDMA,
I LOVED YOU AND GRANDPA MY WHOLE LIFE,
LIKE YOU WERE WITH ME THROUGH MY CHILDHOOD.
GRANDA,
I MISS MY FATHER SO MUCH.
 NEVER HAD LONG ENOUGH TIME TO SHARE MY LIFE WITH HIM.
I NEVER GOT A CHANCE TO TELL HIM,
WHAT A WONDERFUL FATHER, DADDY HE WAS TO ME.

GRANDMA,
BUT I'M SURE.
SOMEHOW HE KNOWS I LOVED HIM DEEPLY.
HE DON'T  WANT ME TO CRY ARE FEEL SAD.
I HOLD HIM IN MY HEART EVERYDAY.
AND I KNOW HE WATCHING OVER ME.
I GOT ALL THESE MEMORIES GRANDMA.
AND MY HEART FULL OF LOVE AND JOY.

GRANDMA,
I CAN CRY ONLY HAPPY TEARS.
KNOWING THAT YOU ALL IN HEAVEN TOGETHER,
SMILING DOWN ON ME.
THANK YOU, GRANDMA  FOR BEING MY GRANDMA
AND HAVING A WONDERFUL SON, MY FATHER.
I LOVE YOU ALL.
SINCERLY, YOUR GRANDDAUGHTER AND DAUGHTER, ROBIN



Copyright © Robin Brown | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Gifted Hands

A pinch of salt, a dab of pepper, a spinkle of Mrs.Dash
Lets mix it all together
Gifted hands starting at the age five
Helping grandma in the kitchen all the time
Choosing to say in the house to learn all the ingredients
Instead of going outside to play hide and seek
Grandma always told me my hands are special,
You wait, watch and see what I tell you
Gifted hands is for certain people only
The miracles that you will be able to do 
Don't forget what grandma told you
6 bars of 10oz cracker barrel cheese, eggs, carnation milk,
seasonings, salt & pepper
When you put it all together, this makes macaroni & cheese
One of the gifted hand's favorite dishes
It will melt in your mouth like a piece of candy
Grandma always told me my hands were gifted
Now I cater for a variety of people
Gifted hands is one of my best qualities.

Nerrissa Jenkins
Contest-With these hands
12/17/13
Visual #2

Copyright © Nerrissa Jenkins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |

Being a Grandparent Makes Me Happy


	

		Though I can't give a full account
		of all the Lord has given me,
		I can say that my list begins
		with life, His love, and family.

		I have a daughter, son-in-law,
		two grandkids, and fulfilling days.
		While parents work, I'm with the kids,
		a girl and boy I love to praise.

		I claim this opportunity
		to show them honor with an ode.
		I'm gratetul to be "Mimi" now.
		No sweeter name could be bestowed.

		A pleasing parallel exists
		in this relationship we share.
		Their need for guidance every day
		fulfills my need to love and care.

		I'm proud to be their referee,
		their teacher, cook, mentor, and friend,
		a monitor of TV shows,
		the one who says when play must end.

		Though sometimes they get on my nerves,
		they keep me sane and active too.
		I thank the Lord for them each day.
		Without those kids, what would I do?



March 20, 2017









Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose |

My Grand Parents

When we are with you, we always have fun, You make us feel we're your special ones! If we really need a hug or two, we know that we can always depend on you. Giving hugs is what grandparents do best, And you do it better than all the rest! Everything that my grandma does is something special made with love. She take time to add the extra touch that says, "I love you very much." She fixes hurts with a kiss and smile and tell good stories grandma-style. It's warm and cozy on her lap for secret telling or a nap. At 1 in the afternoon,It is always grandpa's call. he asks"this app.... how to install??" My Grandpa is a wonderful man, Always believed in me, he knew that I can. Wisdom of life, openly shared, Comforted me, when I was scared. Here is a secret, and it is true- Grandma & Grandpa, my hearts belongs to you!

Copyright © sakshi sitoot | Year Posted 2014

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 | Rhyme royal |

You're Not Alone

Your heart is in shambles
You cry, but still can't shake the pain
But I am in a better place now
For, I had so much more to gain.

As I entered the pearly gates of heaven
And walk the streets of gold
I am now with our savior
And I know my story has been told.

I am watching over you, Granddaughter
No more suffering for me
My heart is with you all
And my soul has been set free.

Our memories will last forever
Now don't you fret nor' cry
Again, someday we will be hand in hand
Then together we will fly.

Copyright © Bobby Snyder III | Year Posted 2016

Details | Blank verse |

Nonna

When you leave me, nothing will ever be the same again,
You have taught me so much and your love was never ending,
I will never forget the way you smiled and the way you made the ones around you feel safe,
This poem may not rhyme, but the words I feel for you are not in any dictionary,
therefore rhymes are impossible,
you have been my rock, my reliable, strong rock, but now my rock is floating away and soon I will never see my rock again.
I wont lie and say everything was grand,
we have never really met eye to eye,
and we have hurt each other with our words, but words would never hurt our heart if we did not feel love,
that is all I feel for you,
love.
This is my love letter to you, my way of saying thank you,
thank you for the laughs and the cries and the ups and the downs,
this is my everlasting gratitude.
I love you.

Copyright © Jade Ma | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

For An Abused Child

If I Could Have Gotten Your Embryo
Before You Were Born
I Would Have Sheltered You Safely
and Protected Your Form ...

I'd Have Put You In My Womb
& Flowed You Knowledge Like In A Tubric
& Patted My Expanding Belly
As I Played You Music

And As You Got Ready
To Arrive From The Birth Canal
You Would've Known My Breasts
Would Be Ringing Like Welcome Bells! ...

Eager To Suckle You
Breast Feed My Own Flesh & Nourish
So You Could Grow Strong
... In Love's Encourage

I Would've Held You In Wonder
& So Close Tenderly
Amazed At This Little Bundle,
Breathing, Piece of Me ...

And When You Turned One
Or As You Sucked Your Thumb
Or Eating Baby Food Jars of Plums
... I'd Have Given You Trumpets & Drums

... And Building Alphabet Blocks
& Superman Capes
& Stuffed Teddy Bears
& Oatmeal Cookies & Grapes

I'd Have Read You Stories
From Capt. Adventure Books
You'd Have Known You Were Loved
By My Proud Mama Looks

I'd Have Spent Time With You
Showing You How To Tie Your Shoe
Rocked You If You Caught The Flu
or Any Sniffles You Went Through ...

I Would Have Played With You
& Prayed With You
From Crawling To Walking
Paved The Way For You

Yeah, I Would Have Fussed At You
& When Needed Even Spanked You Too
& I'd Meant: This Hurts Me More Than You
'Cause You're The Little Symbiot, Mama Grew

So, You Would Have Known
You Were Loved & Treasured
You Would Have Known
Your Worth Couldn't Be Measured

Nor Compared To Anyone Else
At Any Point In Time
'Cause You Are The Best
Because You Were "Mine"

* * * * * * *

But I Never Knew You
But Believe Me If I Had ...
I'd A Made Sure You Had 
A Loving Mom & Dad

And You Would've Never Been Abused
Or Treated Bad ...
But From Now On Find Your Joy
To Replace What's Sad


            Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/12/2013 
             by:  MoonBee Canady

Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

EMMA

Up in that old attic are an antic Raggedy Ann Doll and a rocking chair well used by my grandmother.
Grand she was and as great as she to be; she instilled value and principality.

Up in that attic is an old Raggedy Ann Doll and an antic rocking chair my great grandmother rock from.
Short in statue but tall in her stance, my great grandmother guidance departed wisdom.

In that attic is all kind of memories of how my great grandmother and I loved each other as family.
Friends bonded and she as a life-long mentor, in that old attic resides expressive art.

In a far corner that was east to the sun stood a portrait of my great grandmother.
Knowledgeable was the face with eyes of hazel brown painted at the age of seventy-five (75). 
The reminiscence of youth is a mural seen as I sat down in the rocking chair thinking… (“Mama, let’s read The Bible together.”)   

In this old attic is love unknown because of the time I had with my great grandmother before she was beacon home.

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Couplet |

LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD - ONCE UPON A TIME

Little Red Riding Hood was dressed in red leather Went out on her motorbike whatever the weather Every week she drove to see her sick grandma She lived in the next village; it wasn’t that far Little Red would fill her pannier full of tasty treats To tempt her grandma when she wanted food to eat One day Little Red arrived to find the cottage door ajar There was no sign of grandma; she can’t have gone far Little Red hunted high and she hunted low Wherever would her beloved grandma go? Grandma was eventually located in the local pub Hunger had overtaken her and she needed some grub Little Red was taking grandma home on the back of her motorbike Grandma wasn’t wearing a helmet, she thought them unladylike Next thing they knew a police siren was heard Little Red got pulled over, would a fine be incurred? Little Red took off her helmet and used her womanly whiles Soon the young policeman was full of smiles On hearing the story that grandma had been so ill He tore up the ticket – Little Red didn’t get a bill Grandma eased herself off the bike and got into his car He understood the situation and grandma’s house wasn’t far The policeman was now off duty and he came in for tea He found Little Red and grandma such charming company Next time Little Red visited grandma he was waiting at the door Now Little Red is blissfully happy ...in the strong arms of the law! Contest: Once Upon a Time Number 3 - Little Red Riding Hood Sponsor Laura Loo 01~27~15

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode |

Mum's the Word

I heard a little secret
I'm not about to tell
Then again, on second thought
I guess I might as well

The greatest gal that ever was
I'm sure you would agree
Sons and daughters everywhere
Would feel the same as me

Is one who loves without a doubt
Or any strings attached
And when it comes to caring 
Her love cannot be matched

And so it stands to reason
That mothers are so great
And grammas even greater
Sometimes they just can't wait

Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry |

PORTAGE

PORTAGE
I know it is not ‘nothing’ but white men in Ireland and the few niggers (on the up and up) that come from Scotland to party in those Pubs. My ancestors on my great great great grandmother side were from the immigrant Irish clan; therefore, Haley, Creek Indian, married a white man. She had Cherokee and Blackhawk blood to. Her family flourished in lineage and the skin comes in all colors. Note this! We are called the colored Sexton’s because Haley’s great granddaughter married a Guinea. The story became we are the colors of the United States of America. O’ jealousy manifested and now, I am the structure of the colored Sextons! Our story will be told. Therefore, our belief and faith is transcendent via the Holy Scripture, In God We Trust! _________________________| PENNED ON AUGUST 31, 2014!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Missy Red Hood - Once Upon A Time


There lived a young girl in the town,
     so sad and a little bit down.
Her Grammy lay sick in her bed
     and had to be cared for and fed.

Each day she would get in her car,
     though Grammy was not very far.
Dressed up with her red-hooded coat
     with basket she'd visit, devote

an hour, maybe two, by Gram's side,
     who'd smile with eyes open so wide;
Gram called her 'my Missy Red-Hood',
     and loved her as much as she could.

One day she saw Grammy in bed,
     but something was strange with her head.
She quickly moved closer to see
     why Grammy looked so differently.

At once she was pulled down, amiss...
     received a romantic big kiss!
'Neath blanket hand rose up to bring
     a beautiful bright diamond ring!

Now Grammy, in corner aware,
     relaxed in her brown rocking chair,
enjoyed this great drama just staged.
     Her Missy Red-Hood was engaged!

So Missy's boyfriend and sweet Gram
     were pleased to unfold their great plan.
They borrowed the old fairy tale...
     Instead of a wolf, there was Dale!

Then Missy and Dale soon were wed,
     and Grammy got well, left her bed.
Their life was as good as can be.
     And so this tale ends happily!


Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Contest: Once Upon A Time
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Theme: Little Red Riding Hood
Judged: 02/06/2016



Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016

Details | Monorhyme |

Personal Memories


Many years ago I read tales to my grand mother
As you now read with love to your grandfather
I fathom my childhood joys with my grandmother
Helped me to strengthen my old rickety ladder 
Your gas bag ripples me with rib tickling laughter

March 19, 2016
Contest: Personal Memories, Picture # 3
Sponsor: Laura Loo

Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Silhouettes don't speak

The way the light hits the ground 
leads to the sudden appearance 
of shadows upon your frame, 
and your wisps of white hair 
are made whiter by the sunlight. 

I stare at your silhouette, 
realizing that the more years go by, 
the more of a shadow 
you are becoming to me. 

We are distanced by generations, 
browbeaten by past mistakes 
and family secrets. 
You've learned to keep your words safe 
in the womb of your mouth, 
occasionally making use 
of the rolling "r"s 
of your native tongue. 

But, 
we are also connected by 
the language of poetry and ink stains 
that courses deep through our veins, 
by the Navajo stories I still see 
etched in the corner of your eyes, 
by the withered hands that have 
forgotten how to use a pen. 

And yet, it is not enough 
to have you sitting so silently. 
And yes, I crave more. 

So I walk towards you now, and 
reach for your hand. 
Silhouettes don't speak, 
and I don't intend them to, 
but they are always there 
to listen.

Copyright © Feli Elizab | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

And So This is What It Feels Like

And so this is what it feels like, 

As though the sun doesn’t exist,
And the moon has lost its shine, 
the stars have been put out one by one,
and here we are, pretending everything is fine.

Yet, our world seems gloomy and dreary.
Our smiles have faded away.
For our beacon of Hope and Light
Departed 6 months ago this day

Every day we all keep wishing
That this is just a bad nightmare.
And when we wake up each time
We will find that you are still here.

Our Inspiration and Pillar of Strength
Our Glue, Our Rock and Our Guide.
You loved each of us equally,
with absolute admiration and pride.

You encouraged us to be confident
And gave us the raw truth about life.
Whenever we needed someone to talk to,
You were the best person we all would turn to for advice.

Sometimes we get the urge
to dial your number on our phones.
Just to hear your soothing voice again,
just to pretend you're still at home.

We miss everything about you Gran,
More especially that radiant and naughty smile.
It gave us hope and brought us comfort,
Amidst a world that's cold n fragile.

Your warm hugs and soft touch,
Made us feel better whenever we were ill.
Your home made remedies and chicken soup.
Was better than taking any pills.

Those delicious aromas from cooking and baking.
Could be smelt from way down the road.
You made sure our bellies were full
Before we all made our way home.

And so we guess God needed his finest Angel back home
much sooner than we all expected.
And while we painfully agree that you're in a better place,
this great loss will never be accepted.

© Sasha Maharaj. All Rights Reserved. August 2016


Copyright © Sasha Maharaj | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

On--Off


                          

            It's funny how my grandkids hear

            just certain things I say.

            They fail to hear "Clean up your room"

            but hear  "Go out and play."

       
           Those ears that don't hear "Eat your peas"

            hear "Made your favorite pie."

            Some things I say get lassoed in
      
            while others gallop by.


entered in Brian Strand's Contest 241 (any topic or form, 10-line max)
on November 22, 2016

Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

LAGNIAPPE

In a corner of the town, stands a building of antiques.
Not an ordinary building but one that percepts the imagination;
sense datum begins and a scene takes place.

I am transpose to my great grandmother days.
I see the rocking chair that she owed 
and the Raggedy Ann Doll given to me by her.

She is telling the store’s owner about his antiques
that this rocking chair was her favorite piece.
Oh, and she would like this doll for her grandbaby.

She said she wanted several rooms of furniture.
All must be vintage like her.
However, do not think of her as old.

She was short and plump with olive skin.
Her hair radiance gleamed.
Her smile meant everything.

She almost forgot my small gift that is when she shouted Lagniappe.
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Sponsor: Black Eyed Susan
Contest Name: Antiques

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

A Visit With Grannie


I go to visit my kindly grannie,
And I am met by her golden orange cat;
With a kink in his whisker and a tummy fat,
The door opens after many an irritable knock-
I am caught in a generous loud yell for my nanny.
She ushers me inside and I sit on an absurd old chair,
The chair keeps wanting to fall over - I have to take care;
Oh dear, who was the engineer of this lopsided thing I sit on,
When I move this way or that,  it emits an odd, creaking song. 
I do have to appreciate the lovely purple iris on the kitchen table,
And grannie makes an excellent cup of tea and cookies made of maple;
I was genial in my praise and think she is quite admirable - she has flare,
Don't know an iota about tea but grannie tells me her brand is quite costly.
I help her get the dishes in order, then she says. . .  . I have to do my washy!

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July 11, 2016

Rhyme
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Submitted to the contest,  Premiere Contest Number 3
Sponsor,  A Skat

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For the Premiere contest, Make A Poem
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton
(Time to write was 1 hour)

Third Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016






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