Best Grasso Poems
I’ll be the winds I promise you
Sweet dreams to blow your way
In early morning I’ll be cool rain
To start each fresh new day
No more memories for me
Not worth the cost to carry
Bright sunny days are all I want
And a moon and I’ll be merry
So, if you hear the thunder crack
And see the sky turn gray
Hold on tight to your loveliness
We’ll be a thousand miles away
Francis J Grasso ©2025.08.07
Categories:
grasso, joy, love,
Form:
Rhyme
SWEET TEARS of SORROW
Sweet tears of sorrow streaming down,
I feel your warm embrace.
Falling as you break the strings
that hold my heart in place.
Why do some dreams wander aimlessly,
like a beggar with no home.
Then wash up on a lifeless shore
to fade...and lie alone.
Hopes that come from a lonely heart
depend on fortune's empty call.
Never able to receive God's peace,
left to live in dead Heaven's pall.
Francis J Grasso 06.24.2016
Categories:
grasso, life, sad,
Form:
Quatrain
I used to like to go up into the attic when I was a young child. I was alone up there, away from authority, able to explore that dark quiet world at my leisure. My cousin Corky, he was 10 years older than me built model airplanes up there, by the light of two small windows. I remember him testing their engines in our yard. That wild screaming sound they made as they ran brought me more peace than any morning dove or nightingale ever did. He was gone now, in the service for a few years taking care of the country. Giving up a bit of himself for the privilege of being an American. I missed him dearly. I felt good when he was with me. Safe.
I saw the intricate frame of a large wing he built before he had left for his service. It hung from one of the rafters. A graceful curve of balsa wood crafted out of a set of plans that lay on his desk. Pinned to another section of those plans, laid out on his workbench was the beginnings of a rudder. There were wood and paper, paint and pins, and glue neatly stacked everywhere. I couldn't wait to see him again, watch him finish yet another of those beautiful airplanes, and hear its engine roar. I thought about all the other planes he had built and wondered where they had gone.
Some time later, when he had returned after completing his service, I was with him in our yard. We were talking about all those models he had built over the years. He told me the story of that last plane. Of how he finished it and then proudly flew it. And then how he had removed the control lines, its tether to earth, doused it in the last of his engine fuel, then watched it fly away in flames.
I asked him why... how someone could put their heart and soul into something, create it with their own hands all the way from the very bounds of one's intellect, a thing of grace and beauty. Then watch it dissolve into the past. As if there was some justification for its existence within its demise. I asked him again why he just didn't keep that plane but he only talked about seeing it fly away in flames. At that point in both our young lives neither of us really knew.
Francis J Grasso ©2018.11.14
Categories:
grasso, childhood, wisdom,
Form:
Narrative
When the shadows, then darkness
Hide the colors of the day
And a serene Sunday morning
Steals the spirit's faith away
When the last dream is a memory
And there is no place to go
And the warmest summer breezes
Have become the winter snow
Can a tiny mottled sparrow
With its wings of feathers fair
Lift a heart so bold and daring
Up to fly in frozen air
Will he see beyond the valley
Of the wicked and the sin
And can he rise above the searing pain
That drives him down again
Then bind my heart with threads of iron
Seal my fate with lore
Leave my soul in hells of fire
Then let me soar once more
Francis J Grasso © 02.26.2020
Categories:
grasso, bird, courage, life, passion,
Form:
Quatrain
What came first?
Terrorists or guns?
Hmm-mm!
What came first?
Terrorists or swords?
Hmm-mm!
What came first?
Terrorists or clubs?
Hmm-mm!
What came first?
Terrorists or man?
Hmm!
Who made man?
Terrorists or god!
Ooh!
Francis J Grasso
Categories:
grasso, god, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
Mission
The poet's mission - to desensitize an over sensitive world...
Francis J Grasso ©2018.02.04
Categories:
grasso, poets,
Form:
Monoku
Broken lines of poetry
Are all that's left to see
A page of forgotten memories
To cheer the heart in me
Memories so cherished kept
That too soon turn to gray
And in the end the storms of life
Twist the cruelest fate your way
With each soul that passed on by
As people come and go
Leaving, dying, mostly crying
In the end, it is always so
And when the darkness from the night
Claims the empty soul
Sadness from all senseless strife
Leaves a bitter toll
There is a time of harmony
When you hold a special place
When Heaven shines a sacred light
That filled your days with grace
But Heaven no longer comforts me
My heart is ravaged, cold and dead
All the love it held so dear
Washed clean by tears I’ve shed
There is no fire in my heart
Love is not a flame
The broken pieces of that harp
Can never play again
So as the bluest part of day
Becomes the black of night
And clouds of silver, pink, and gray
Have disappeared forever from your sight
You finally turn on inward
Into a white silk, black cocoon
To dream a final dream of love
And wait for midnight’s doom
I hold that last of moonlight
In a chalice by a sea
And say a proper prayer for peace
To seek eternity
Francis J Grasso ... Sept 18, 2024
Categories:
grasso, death, depression, life, lost
Form:
Quatrain
.The Apple.
.bud.
.bloom.
.fall.
.pie.
.
.
.
Francis J Grasso 202106.20
Categories:
grasso, fruit, life,
Form:
Free verse
I looked at Mars this evening
His face was stern and cold
With a menaced voice so mean and gruff
And words both firm and bold
He spends his days in conflict
At night he counts his gold
And all his life he dealt with strife
His world to be controlled
But Venus smiled as I went by
She lives each day in bliss
Singing heartfelt melodies
Of a life spent in remiss
Francis J Grasso 2021.07.21
Categories:
grasso, fantasy, planet, silly,
Form:
Quatrain
Smell a blossom,
Feel it rain,
Kiss the breeze,
It's spring again!
Light your candles,
Lift your head!
See the world
the past is dead!
So sing a hymn,
Or Hum a song.
Celebrate!
It's been too long!
Francis J Grasso ©2020.08.09
Categories:
grasso, hope, spring,
Form:
Rhyme
P S IT’S POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 8
Many thanks to you selected poets; Of sharing your whispers from God, tho you didn’t know it; Each letters and each word; Reads so very dear and well; Joys of your souls cheers; Covenants of choice, reading your voice; Blessing peace be still; Please keep writing your skills; Rhyming verses blessings of course it’s… P.S. Congrats and thank-U my fellow Soupers
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12/13/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Categories:
grasso, analogy, appreciation, poets, word
Form:
Free verse
P S IT’S POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 7
any thanks to you selected poets; Of sharing your whispers from God, tho you didn’t know it; Each letters and each word; Reads so very dear and well; Joys of your souls cheers; Covenants of choice, reading your voice; Blessing peace be still; Please keep writing your skills; Rhyming verses blessings of course it’s… P.S. Congrats and thank-U my fellow Soupers
• Ernesto P. Santiago 370
• Estela Canama 263
• Eve Roper 82
• Evelia Roper "Eve" 155
• Evelyn Judy Buehler 237
• Evelyn Pearl Anderson 231
• Faith Aimalohi Idomeh 310
• Faraz Ajmal 154
• Florestine "FJ" Thomas 127, 5, 53
• Frances Schiavina 19, 240
• Francesca Pappadogiannis 371
• Franchesca Mia Reves Tortoza 429
• Franci Eugenia Hoffman 376
• Francine Roberts 163, 23, 87
• Francis J Grasso 101, 282, 83
• Fred Jagenberg 284, 393
• Freddie Robinson Jr. 205
• Frederic M Parker 127, 215, 262
• Fritz Purdum 413
• Gabriel Alejandro López 323
• Gabrielle Jordan 168, 169
• Gail Foster 441
• Gail Rickless DeBole 243
• Garrett Gowing 452
• Gary Allen Ritcheson JR. 89, 95
• Gary Bateman 10, 57, 71
12/13/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Categories:
grasso, analogy, poetry, words,
Form:
Free verse
Hold your children close sweet Jesus
Press them to your heart
See the sadness in each spirit
Watch as lives are torn apart
Witness the heartbreak in the living
Daylight hides their reverence
See the scorn beneath their silence
Feel their fell ambivalence
From their folly of false wisdom
And the sorrow that became dismay
Waiting with every good intention
But never worthy even for a day
When death stills repenting tears
And ends those long tormented years
They will die with hapless feelings
Unfounded guilt and grief and fears
Francis J Grasso written 2021.08.28
Categories:
grasso, death, devotion, faith, god,
Form:
Quatrain
Each relic here
Looks back at me
And shares
A sacred memory
Of every joy
And all the tears
Acquired living
Through those years
They show the smiles
Each taste and smell
New joys that thrilled
Sad tears that fell
Your look of love
The gates of hell
Pained memories of
Our last farewell
Francis J Grasso written … Jun 26, 2024
Categories:
grasso, sad love,
Form:
Rhyme
Time is the currency of love
Stay mindful of the thought
Be careful how you spend it
For if you sell love short
You can never reclaim it
Before you realize what you have done
Love will be gone
Purchased by someone else
Paid for with their own precious time
Francis J Grasso - Sept 15, 2024
Categories:
grasso, love, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse