Grandfather Beauty Poems

Luminous miscellaneous adorn my crown,
Frills and strawberries,
Thorny circlet dusted with a light layer of twinkle, 
As my eyes hysteric with confusion 
muse on this loss....

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Baby GG is in the house
Born in beautiful month of March
Between winter and spring
No snow was on the dry grass
Gorgeous buds were emerging
And a new...

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I am Misti--, didn't get it?
Misti(sweetness) is my name,
My grandmother gave me that
Honor, I'm too grateful.
I'm going to 8 months
This November soon,
My limbs are
Not properly...

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When life flashes in front of my eyes, I see meadows full of golden wheat, and rosy pink flowers.

When life flashes in front of my...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Gathered upon the sacred fire burning        
Of rustic melodies foreseen and told    
A crying vision...

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Note to Readers of Previous Versions:
There are so many new vignettes scattered throughout the poem that I hope you will reread the whole thing! There...

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when certain voices speak
something inside me pricks up unseen ears
inviting the best of schizophrenia: mind, ego, body, the Deep

we are a lot of trouble -...

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Those eyes of yours
Holding a bunch of blue sky 
Have been inspiring me lifelong
To seek rhyme and song
In turbulence  
A Buddha like balance

Then you,...

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I        smelled rebirth           as    ...

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Her great-grandfather was an Irish lad
with bright red hair. He went to Timbuktu
and met a Muslim, black and beautiful.
Their oldest daughter wed a fair-skinned Jew!

They...

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If MoonLight frames GrandMother,
and GrandFather radiates SolarPower of Synthesis
then Mother emerges as Earth’s BiLaterally yin-yin
win-win FlowingSpinning Rivers
baptizing embryonic holonic ecosystems,
and Father emerges as Universe’s DNA-Yang...

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Mornings fade into evenings, evenings slip into nights.
Day colors spill from their pails, then seep into
valleys, wind caves and shale.

The Painted Desert bleeds into a...

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heartfelt
bond to grandfather's farm
in the south
tobacco grows in his dark earth
honeysuckle too...

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“Grandfather, grandfather! At school today,
a classmate hit me with a book.
The teacher made him stay inside
for recess. She said he was a good boy 
who...

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