Best Granddaddy Poems
My Granddaddy said
A whole lot to me
To prepare for the things
A young mind couldn't see
He peaked around corners
And underneath beds
Here are some things about life
My Granddaddy said
Life if you ain't careful
Can grab you by the throat
It's a dress that is red
It's a glass bottom boat
It's a beautiful smile
With the sharpest of teeth
Life's a kiss on the head
And a kick in the knees
It's a shake of the hand
A knife in the back
A shoulder to cry
A belly of laughs
Life it can be
Most anything
From the roar of a lion
To a bluebird that sings
It's a shave that is close
A miss by a mile
An old man at most
A soft tender child
A moment of wonder
A sneeze never blessed
Pouring out more
Then taking it back
My Granddaddy said
A whole lot to me
To prepare for the things
A young mind couldn't see
He peaked around corners
And underneath beds
These are some things about life
My Granddaddy said
What an honorable man.
Dependable.
Dedicated.
Up Right in his stand.
A beautiful man who is the gate keeper for us all.
He has provided the love.
Support.
Also wisdom to his young prince.
His young princess's applied individually.
His Role as King in our lives.
Rightfully deserved from all us who knew him.
He taught us to be accountable for one another.
Grandaddy did not play with you.
When it came to being angry with our sister or brother.
He held on to us all.
Grandaddy make it perfectly clear.
This is how he showed true love for us all.
He spent more time in our character building.
Teaching us about:
Honesty.
Not to steal.
To stay away from drugs.
True life survival skills is what he taught.
Granddaddy knew we would have set-backs.
Plenty trials.
Granddaddy would always say. “When you fall”.
“Get back up, brush yourself off”.
He never spent time downing us.
Granddaddy's time was dedicated.
To showing us how to get back up.
Again and again.
Visionary who saw the future long before it got here.
Granddaddy prepared us well.
He was perfect in our eyesight.
Spectacular role model.
Granddaddy guided us through.
With plenty of grace.
Plenty of wisdom.
He was our daddy who always had the time.
He was our Hero who always provided us,
a home big enough to hold us all.
Larger than life was our granddaddy.
His beautiful smile.
His very kind heart was the cord of love that kept,
our family together.
Granddaddy we will always love you forever.
Granddaddy you were our everything.
Granddaddy thank you for being our King.
Dedicated: To my granddaddy.
Fred Douglass Demory Sr.
Who is Bigfoot’s Great-grand Daddy?
Whether living in a city or on the mountain side,
People from the world around astound us with their views.
He’s nine-feet tall, a hairy thing, uprightly he flees astride.
Only tracks are left behind and the mystery accrues.
They say that Big Foot does exist and for eons has survived.
A humanoid of greatest size a hairy manlike beast.
Is he really all they say, or are the stories contrived?
And if he lives, tell me, are our imaginations fleeced?
(Genesis 27 … paraphrased…)
Jacob goes to get two goats and steal his father’s blessing.
Their mom prepared a feast of goat, delicious, to Isaac’s taste.
Then, tied goatskin to Jacob’s neck and hands, realizing.
Jacob dressed in Esau’s clothes calmly goes to his father with haste.
Meanwhile, Esau, far away was hunting for venison as asked.
Traipsing around through the scrubby woods tracking.
Moving quickly with his great might to fulfill his father’s task.
A man with hair like that of a goat, his birthright was loosing.
Jacob smelled like Esau and the fields, but his voice…
Isaac questioned, so he felt Jacob’s goatskin clad hands.
Satisfied by the goatskin disguise, destiny made its choice.
Jacob received a blessing of wealth and all of his father’s lands.
When Esau returned with the venison feast, deceit was revealed.
But it was too late his birthright was gone; he was very mad.
“Give me a blessing, father please.” He begged as he kneeled.
You shall live on the fat of the earth…unyoked…his father said.
I wonder –
Is Bigfoot, like Esau, a hunter-gatherer with hands as hairy as a goat?
Does he live independently, a type of man, a scary giant beast?
Wandering upon earth, too and fro, with life barely afloat.
Brothers separated by that ancient deceit filled feast.
Is Bigfoot the hunter-gatherer living on the fat of the land?
Has he since the day of Rachael’s scam lived secluded and beastly?
Have generation upon generation descended that ancient hunting man?
Could Isaac in the Bible be Big Foot’s ancient Great-grand Daddy?
There was once a granddaddy spider who
I was a-fixin' to stomp with my shoe
It made me think twice
That wouldn't be nice
He's a granddaddy and I are one too
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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A daddy to some
A granddad to others
But a great granddaddy to me
At age ninety-five
You still give me high fives
Such a great, great granddaddy you seem
A daddy to some
A granddad to others
But a great granddaddy to me
The laugh I enjoy so much
Comes from the granddad I love a bunch
You are wonderful to all I believe
A daddy to some
A granddad to others
But a great granddaddy to me
Golf is what you like to play
You also like to fish in the bay
And together we like to eat ice-cream
A Daddy to some
A Granddad to others
But a Great Granddaddy to me
Grandma calls you dad
Which isn't at all bad
But Your Granddaddy Dickinson to me
A Daddy to some
A Granddad to others
But a Great Granddaddy to me
I shall finish this letter to granddaddy tonight,
I just cannot find the words that are right.
I wish to thank him for fighting in the war,
on the front line he stood, straight in sight.
I bet he saw the such violence and abhor,
but he knew exactly what America stood for.
"Granddaddy,
I wish I could’ve met you, granddaddy of mine-
I wonder, did I get my ginger hair from you?
My momma said you were utterly divine
and that I would have loved you too.”
little does she know...
(I already do)
(crumbles letter up)
This letter must be perfect so he can read
it from heaven where he lives in creed.
I keep rewriting, I know not the words to say,
but I am determined to finish this, indeed!
For wretched cancer took granddaddy away.
O, I hope he knows that momma’s okay.
"GUESS WHAT!
I got a new puppy in honor of you,
I named him Frankie, your name too!
I tug his ears, he slobbers on my face,
kisses from heaven I’d like to embrace.”
This is the final draft, it’s ready to be mailed,
but instead I go to his gravesite and nailed
my letter to a flower, hope he receives!
It’s full of questions and memories detailed,
for in my heart I know in me he believes.
This letter I wrote, I hope an angel retrieves.
"Farewell and be blessed, my dear granddaddy,
for one day you shall be alive again with me.
Love,
Jeremy"
I chose photo #2
October 2, 2019
Realism Art Poetry Contest
Eve Roper