Best Grands Poems

"Those were better times. Good times!
Being round my grands…

It reminds me of my grandparents;
Grandma, baba, ouma, bomma grandmother;
Love to read poems sing them ole time...

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Wrinkles and gray hair
get me in a rage
and I say to myself,
“Why don't you act your age!"

My poor aching feet
remind me to wear sensible shoes
but...

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Before I die, I want my grandchildren to know these things.
Believe in yourself and be your own best friend.
No one else can keep your secrets...

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Cupid tapped my sailor on the shoulder,
“That one…” he pointed at me.
He aimed at me, sent the sailor’s seabag too -
we shoot to the top...

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What could be better than birds, my friends,
To put our heads straight,
What could be better than listening to this melody ?
The blackbird invites us to...

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Well, you asked for it so here goes!
I'm five-feet, eight inches tall from scalp to toes.
Born October 1930 in Indiana - so there, I've revealed...

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They won't let us have
the same things ...
things that once was given to them
They say we deserve it not,
because we're of the rejected seed ---
those...

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The ballerinas, dressed in pink,
Adorable, you can't help think,
All rush to where their teacher waits,
Where music wafts and resonates.

The grown-ups must remain outside
Where covered windows...

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parents release
tiresome grip
let go

kisses fly forth
in giggles
from lips

wings of angels
strung around
my neck

pearlescent glow
twinkling eyes
of grands

synergetic
euphoric
sweet love

10/11/2018

Charlieku 4-3-2 Contest/Charles Messina...

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The Whole World In His Band
God wants the whole world in His band
Brothers and sisters of the land
Followers singing His commands
Connecting through heaven’s broadband.

Sing in...

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My father is gone but my husband’s around,
As well as my kids and the grands,
So we made up a plan we’d link up for the...

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miracle of a moon rock
in a glass case
somewhere on earth

ordinary in 2019
as my grandson shrugs

i marvel as i wait
in 1969
at the age of eight
for Armstrong’s...

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Unwanted visitor knocks at the door
Unwilling my feet that pace the floor
Wanting but not finding the patience of the brave
Peeking around surroundings for what would...

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I write the sadness of the Brazilian forests, 
About modern centuries and glass cities,
Tattooed Indians who are murdered too,
For a handle of gold or green...

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the matriarch is the oldest female head of a family
and I'm so elated that God has preserved this position for me
I've lived a life that...

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