Best Grander Poems

I’m tired of knowing
That because of my race
Because of where I live
Because of my last name
I’m part of the band…
The children of a lesser God

I’m tired of knowing
That there is so much hate
That it can only escalate
Till someone presses the button
And we blow up in...

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Emotions flooded my very soul as I viewed that Sacred Wall.
Etched for all eternity are hero's names who sacrificed their all.
I sensed that I was on hallowed soil as I knelt on bended knee.
I touched The Wall today, but more than that, The Wall touched...

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oh youth in all its callow shades
               is from our hope, precisely made
                  ...

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Tho' I am but the sparrow's twining strains
The palette and the pen of whisp'ring souls
I'm sweeter, still, if dashed upon the shoals
Or bleeding from the hem of day's remains
Tho' I may weep from all a scoundrel feigns
For what each soldier's dying breath extols
It's grander, even,...

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The Book

How good the night that darkens so
To guide me to my rest.
Where a favored Book lights up my eyes
As I nestle to my nest.

A few pages turned to praise the Lord
Seems too little price to pay...
For the gifts that have been measured
To get me...

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A fearful, jagged place
Yet wondrous to the eye.
A place for hardy mountaineers,
The Black Cuillins of Skye.

No place for the timid
Imposing in their might,
But to stand and look upon
There's ne'er a grander sight.

Interlopers amid rolling hills
A ridge of fierce repute,
Standing aloof, magnificent
They challenge rope, and boot....

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If a wind of change
 were to stifle truth
and peel the eyes of the blind
If a grave was the
gate of immortal dawn
where the sad trees lean
 over flowers forlorn
For seven eternities
 I will wait for you
Until silent death
splits my heart in two
I will follow the...

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When I awoke from dreams I'd made at seventeen, 
I will look around....and what I see
is how swiftly autumn came to be

The countless years have come and gone,
and still I long for all those dreams
The many schemes, now tinged with blue,
a bit askew, construed regrets,
So...

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I ran by this thing with haste, that malevolent beast as to school I went
Centered In a beautiful field i never played, because we all knew of the shallow graves.

We never saw them, no one dared to find them, and no one ever even looked
For...

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Giving into emotions wildly
passionate in thought but softly
thinking realizing meaning
dreaming during an evening walk
listening to the tone of my heart
conquering shyness and pity
kissing the lips of nature so golden

A mounting trail of grief and tears
real and salted in a wound so fresh
finding beauty so pure...

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Unlike most
I have been over there
Where life is nothing
Mummy and daddy blown in the air

Where little ones starve
Where big ones kill
Proclaiming is all Gods will
I with my pen, how do I sit still?

Ants in the rubble
Of tyrants bombs
Or maybe just poverty
From political aplomb

Abu was a...

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Yes, you're one sexy witch, dear love, but now it's Halloween,
    And I've a witchy tale to share, so keep your broom between ...

Five decades hence I knew the thrills of flesh, and did imbibe,
    Yet there's but one...

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Most of life is spent in
hope for better things yet
expectation of what is to come
or anticipation of what could be
and while this is good, even necessary...
Focusing on the few
more “memorable” moments
misses out on much
of the spaces in-between:

Time with loved ones
time amid others
time to ourselves
time spent...

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This my advice to self.
Stop lying to yourself.
The smiles betray the hurt that runs to deep.
You need to stand tall .
Stop becoming bitter even if its what your name means.
Always love,  make it your motto.
Let this hatred of self-doubt and self direct lies disappear.
Because...

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A young man bought a tight pair of fleeces,

 And their stranglehold filled all the creases,

But the fit was so thin

 That he couldn't begin

     To pump blood to his bits ... and his pieces.


     Well, they...

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