Best Gramps Poems

The death of winter carries varied sights.
In April, when dandelions roar, “It’s Spring!”
green yards transform by magic overnight.
Gramps had sprayed his lawn, but in ours weeds bring
an old game for kids as they dance and swing.

Small windmills in disguise, children spread seeds
giving Grandpa a cause...

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Their day at the beach was much hotter
than usual. Soon Gramps would totter
right down to the ocean.
We warned him his notion
was bad. We’d seen sharks in the water.

Alone, he was happily splashing,
but soon, barely clothed, he was dashing
to shore. He was screaming,
though no blood was...

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Walks we took, across the bridge and down the ridge we'd climb
He'd catch himself to shorten steps, while I'd be stretching mine
With fields to plow, and milking cows, yet he always made the time
To make my days a memory, that I visit in my mind

Those...

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Light work?
Give to granddad
The bits drawer will help him
Tape, screws, raw plugs, string, pins and bits
If no cure, use black tape
Strap it down hard
All done!...

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"He made a difference."

Gramps, my mother's father, 
Dave Luke -- my grandfather, 
a tall unlettered white (decidedly white) 
Louisiana man -- was born August 1888.  
He lived 87 years.  He grew under 
the stern paternal gaze of his father, 
Duncan (Grandpa Dunc.) Early...

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My gramps was a long-staunch Baptist of the sort S.B.C., 
Until his local congregation got beholden to the R.N.C. 

Gramps was a hoot – on a Friday he joined the K.K.K., 
Saturday, he quit because it wasn’t a branch of the Y.M.C.A. 

Afterwards, he feared...

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Technology Has Passed Gramps By

By Elton Camp

For Gramps to the Electronic Age to relate
Developments came several years too late

A pocket calculator was the last he used
Later developments, to learn, he refused

Lately, the old codger has been known
To try to work the TV with a cell...

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When I die I want to go peacefully in my sleep like gramps
Not screaming like his passengers while careening off the on-ramp
Want to wake up in our garage
Enjoying a soothing massage
Administered by the neighbor's sexy teenage tramp...

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It is a steampunk wedding, Great-Grandpa, his grandson said.
He had no idea what that meant but found out right away.
It is like Jules Verne’s 20, 000 Leagues under the Sea has come alive!
He could not have been more thrilled if he had thought of it...

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HANGING OUT WITH GRAMPA,
I LEARNED A THING OR TWO.
GRANNY KNEW AND UNDERSTOOD
PASSED ALONG THE CLUES

CONFORMITY IS AN ISSUE.
AN ILLNESS OF THE MIND.
MANIPULATION OF THE WEAK
PUTTING SOCIETY IN A BIND.

THROUGH MEDIA DISTRIBUTION,
SCIENCE CONDUCTED TEST.
PROVING MOST WILL GO ALONG
THE REMAINDER CONSIDERED PEST.

TO THINK OUTSIDE THE CIRCLE,
THEY'RE LIVING...

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When you get older and put out to graze,
When kids grow and move to a new phase.
When they need help with kids of their own,
When they realize what they chose for you,
When the light dawns, it will be them soon too.
So remember your folks as...

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I really just wanted to tell you Happy Birthday
 You would have been 72 years old today
 Even though we miss you day by day
 You're still in our hearts every step of the way
 Ive told you Happy Birthday for 24 years before now
...

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An is, is there forever
where there is no fear, and like a fountain
joy is always bubbling up...from underneath.
The more is always still to come,
not summoned but released 
from unknown hands; the light
suggested only, stretched across the land,
cast in its power of gray, pervades
its heritage unto...

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ink-stained shirt pockets
full of old pens that don't write
grandpa taught me right

worn-out wallet bent
to the contours of his hip
sore with a disc slip

gramps is soldier's son
who's mighty scared of the gun
none else makes him run

but thanks to foot spa
restores a lot of chutzpah
shy toes of...

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No, at ninety-eight you're not a fossil yet, Gramps Fred;
     you still rail against the masters of cruel, crazy wars
          that left thousands of our brave youth abroad dead;

you still roar at...

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