Best Griswold Poems
A Message From God
by M. Griswold
06172020
For those that have ears open them and hear.
A message from God given to me loud and clear.
For those of true faith be ready and do not fear.
Because I am coming soon and the end is near.
For those having eyes, open them so you may see.
Of the prophecies and judgements foretold to be.
They are coming true sooner than later listen to me.
God loves us all and wants us to heed this last plea.
Continue not in your sinful ways and return to Him.
For those that don't, have a future truly dark and grim.
They will have no hope of redemption skinny nor slim.
And be as ripened cheese's green mold, cut away trim.
For those that have eyes and ears let them understand.
The destruction will be final just as He has planned.
All put in motion in the beginning by His command.
This is His message through me scribed with my hand.
Categories:
griswold, allah, bible, blessing, christian,
Form:
Rhyme
Upon this Naked Parchment Bare
by M. Griswold
07202022
Every stroke is dimensional against this naked parchment bare.
Until the words appear, getting them to share their mystery there.
And when the master makes them dance and line-up in their roles.
Each noun or verb speaks its own tone, whether tis highs or lows.
The spilled ink Waltz's across the page leaving marks in every place.
Little footprints of magical notes from an imaginations rightful space.
A puzzle fantastic as the master creates those pieces in tight filled form.
Each stanza stands upon the other, to brace against times wholly storm.
Upon this weary paper, those many words will stand firm, forever more.
Sharing each and every hidden passion that's within a story to explore.
Of an epic that was hidden, is now told by the voice given to fully tell.
And whether it be fact or fiction, is however the master weaves his spell.
Until finally the master's work is complete in its telling of a mind’s tale.
To lay upon its bed in rest for all to bare and be judged enough for sale.
Whether for coin or just a valued view, is the price that's set into fact.
For if the master’s work is good or bad, tis upon the readers eyes to act.
Categories:
griswold, art, character, dream, encouraging,
Form:
Rhyme
Believe in Yourself
M. Griswold
04262019
Believe in yourself with all your heart.
Because your are in unique piece of art.
Your special, there's only one like you.
With gifts and talents given to pursue.
Believe in yourself fully body and soul.
No garbage are you in part or in whole.
Don't waste your time with a negative lie.
Focus on Positives to which you can rely.
Believe in yourself to be good and true.
Then follow the right path that's just for you.
God made you to sing a most beautiful song.
One that is very special and never is wrong.
So believe in yourself in whatever you do.
Let no one tell you your dumb or a cuckoo.
For hopes and dreams can always come true.
Just as long as you always believe in you.
Categories:
griswold, beautiful, confidence, hope, identity,
Form:
Rhyme
I Am
by M. Griswold
04082020
I am the sweetness in your desires that be.
I am the passion in a hot fire's intensity.
I am the caring in a tender touches caress.
I am the gentle in it's full gentleness.
I am the angel of hope for what can be.
I am a teasing demon tempting irresistibly.
I am a tear in a yearning lonely heart's sum.
I am those emotions that will surely come.
I am that gaze in a lover's longing eye.
I am those dreams on which you can rely.
I am all things that you need me to be.
For I am His love that fills so completely.
Categories:
griswold, bible, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Do Dreams Ever Die
by M. Griswold
08112020
When one who dreams passes from this life unto death.
Do all those dreams dreamed lose their spirit and breath?
Do the dreamer’s dreams follow them into their grave?
To never live again for whom those dreams were gave.
Dreamers come, and dreamers go upon this time plain.
They've been given a gift to dream so all the world may gain.
Some visions are too great and are never to be believed at all.
But then, dreams are only as big as the dreamer can recall.
If the dreamer only dreams a dream and never tells anyone.
Then those dreams never really exist and are less than none.
But if the dreamer is faithful to the gift and believes it is true.
And becomes real only when seen by others, like me and you.
A truly great dream will live beyond all time and measure.
And will always be remembered as a dreamer’s true treasure.
The dreamer is only the messenger that delivers his dreams.
But dreams live on through other’s memories flowing streams.
Categories:
griswold, death, faith, fantasy, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Would You Miss Me
by M. Griswold
04132020
Would you miss me if I didn't call?
Would you miss me, miss me at all?
Would you care if I wasn't even there?
Would you miss all the love we share?
My soft gentle touch, would you miss?
My Tender sweet words of passion's bliss.
A loving caress from me, would you miss?
Or even care for the absence of my kiss.
Would you feel empty from the lack of me?
Would you experience a hollow heart's frailty?
Would you wear a smile or a longing frown?
Would you miss me if I just wasn't around?
I wonder, I ponder in questioning reflections.
Only because of your seeming lack of affections.
Would you miss my loving attentions ever so small?
Would you miss me, miss me even a little at all?
Categories:
griswold, heartbreak, lost love, love,
Form:
Rhyme
The Easter Bunny
by M. Griswold
04122020
The Easter Bunny comes only but once a year.
Just like Santa Clause he brings us holiday cheer.
But rather than gifts wrapped in ribbon and bow.
This bunny hops around hiding eggs to and fro.
The Easter Bunny works real hard day and night.
Painting all his eggs till they're colored just right.
Then the night before Easter he takes them all
and loads them into his straw basket big and tall.
Nobody ever sees him because he comes in the night.
Then hides all those eggs here and there out of sight.
He's fast and clever finishing before anyone knows.
Then, fluffy tail and all he vanishes, poof, then goes.
Waking up on Easter morning is fun for us all to see.
Now we get to search for what he's left you and me.
Running here, looking there we're just hoping to find.
Those colorful gifts that the Easter Bunny's left behind.
Categories:
griswold, april, children, family, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
Your Beauty Makes Me Nervous
by M. Griswold
04122020
Your beauty makes me nervous in a very special way.
Speech grows deadly silent for forgetting what to say.
When your eyes meet mine my breath is wisped away.
Your charm holds me captive in dumbfounded display.
Your beauty make me shy in a bashful, sheepish way.
To much the red upon my cheeks, emotions do betray.
When you smile it's as if the night suddenly turns to day.
The warmth of your presents is as a flower turned bouquet.
I don't know how to approach for my shyness does weigh.
So I write this pitiful letter of a nervous heart in dismay.
I dare not believe or think so within my selfishness I pray.
Such beauty as yours would have some time for me someday.
Your beauty makes me nervous in a very beautiful special way.
I lose all that I am within your presents, my heart’s stolen away.
I wish that I wasn't so afraid and be more boldly brave to say,
"Would you come out with me for a cup coffee or tea some day?"
Categories:
griswold, desire, love, romantic, sweet
Form:
Rhyme
Clark Griswold, what a dumb fool you are.
Who wants to drive across the country in a car?
California from Chicago is a bit too far.
You were duped by a car salesman’s chicanery.
That Wagon Queen Truckster is so damned ugly.
Was your traveling worth it to see the scenery?
The trip cost you too much of your money.
This escapade was a big burden on your family.
How you went to such extremes.
The park’s closing got you angry, it seems.
Have you ever read “The Grapes of Wrath” by John Steinbeck?
If you read this book, you would not have made your trek.
Based on the film "National Lampoon's Vacation"
Categories:
griswold, family, holiday, travel,
Form:
Rhyme
Only Time Will Tell
by M. Griswold
05122020
Only time will tell if we're meant for each other.
Or if this love we feel belongs to yet another.
We must take it slow and easy not to upset
this time table of love with no ill regrets.
Our hopes and dreams we've made in great haste.
With passions we bond them in a lover's rich paste.
Our excitement exceeds our wildest hopes and desires.
Only time will tell if these are truly love's moist fires.
Many changes we make to happily accommodate.
Some are more difficult and some are to great.
Challenges we face with love's blind courage swelling.
Only time will tell of where this battles fate lay dwelling.
So grand are the moments we have forced into it all.
Answering loudly to our heart's throbbing call.
Soulmates it seems we were from the beginning.
Only time will tell with this web feelings spinning.
For in the end when all is finished and played out.
Who will be left loving or rather to scream and shout?
Will it be us or someone else by love's wishing well?
Who really knows and only time will tell.
For in the end when all is finished and played out.
Who will be left loving or rather to scream and shout?
Will it be us or someone else by love's wishing well?
Who really knows and only time will tell.
Categories:
griswold, life, love, relationship, romantic
Form:
Rhyme
Eczema
by M. Griswold
03162020
I have a fire raging beneath my skin.
It's itchy and red, burning from within.
From hands to fingers, feet to toes.
The heat is extreme and ever grows.
It's color is red in hue and is bumpy too.
Until scratched then turns a bloody rue.
It's bumps now broken to ooze and flow.
Which causes this thing to steadily grow.
The Doctors given me pills and creams
to aid my skin in it's horrid screams.
But alas, to no avail with little relief.
It persists within my miserable grief.
Again to the Doctors I go for curing aid.
He tells me " There is no cure I'm afraid."
So what can I do, I am going insane.
I feel this thing has engulfed my brain.
To continue on this same course I must.
Until I become a hideous, scabby crust.
Eczema it seems will be the death of me.
Unless God takes pity and sets me free.
Categories:
griswold, body, health, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Morning Sounds
by M. Griswold
06212000
I awake in the morning to all kinds of sounds.
First of which is me, snoring profound.
Next usually comes a burp and a fart ,
but generally speaking, I can't tell them apart.
Then comes the alarm clock ringing at me,
causing screams of confusion momentarily.
Banging frantically in the half darkened dawn,
I cuss to put an end to its clanging loud gong.
My other half rolls over and groans,
then lets out a big fart all of her own.
Sniffing in self violation she painfully moans.
God help the poor fella that shares her home.
A symphony of flushing can soon be heard
as we each take our turns at depositing turds.
Followed closely by snorting and hacking
as we clear our nasals of the snots unpacking.
A chorus of gargling, bad breath to be cured.
A shrill sheik or two of reflections mirrored.
Brushing of teeth brings that wash board effect.
Then the spattering of paste in the sink to eject.
After all that audio abuse, we finally arrive at this,
the best morning sound of all, a first morning kiss.
It makes it all worth the torture and horror to ears.
Of all those god awful sounds made over the years.
Categories:
griswold, funny, hilarious, humorous, marriage,
Form:
Rhyme
Big'ns
by M. Griswold
08182008
Big'ns is big'n as big'ns can be.
For if it's a big'n it's abnormally huge, you see.
Some big'ns are big'n skinny, other big'ns are oversized tall.
But the ones you gotta watch out for are the big'ns that fall.
There's big'ns that are big'n dumb, but we won't mention names.
Then there's the big'n you hooked but got plumb away, you claims.
Big'n sassy is another grand example of what a big'n can be,
cause mostly be'n sassy is a full mouth of large stupidity.
Some women rightly got big'ns and some men do too.
But those big'ns are as different as a nut and a screw.
So please don't confuse who or what a big'n can be.
For a big'n ta be a big'n is all in how you perceive.
Categories:
griswold, funny, hilarious, humor, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Tickle Me Blue
by M. Griswold
06/17/2023
Tickle me blue fully, if you would so, please.
For this is how I need for you to me tease.
A form of love which shows that you care.
Finding those spots so funny to tender share.
Tickle me blue, if you so openly do choose.
Titillate my feet without any socks or shoes.
Make my toes wiggle in a crazy squirm.
Touching me gentle and yet, ever so firm.
Tickle me blue without any chance of release.
Give me slow no quarter, give me no real peace.
Take me to the limits until my laughter's insane.
Fondle me completely until I am out of my brain.
Tickle me blue until I don't know what to do.
Then hold me close and kiss me soulfully true.
Hug me long and strong, passionately through.
But please don't ever stop tickling me blue.
Categories:
griswold, fun, funny love, giggle,
Form:
Rhyme
It’s All Good
M. Griswold
120203
Slobbering kisses ain't so bad
and slippery tongues are grand to be had.
Tender touches with back sliding hands
are caressingly shivering and sensually rad.
Warm oil rubbings from head to feet
leaves one wanting for something horney to eat.
Nibbling on nobs is nastily sweet
while rustling in bushes is a tasty treat.
Hot steamy showers with scented colored soaps
brings heated bed wrestling with dripping naked hopes.
Whips and straps, tassels and ropes
bind in ways of tangled frenzied gropes.
Tickling adds rolling giggling spice.
A form of foreplay to succulently entice.
Let’s not forget that vibrating device
which can be used in any orifice to suffice.
And in closing as you knew I would
let me add just one more thing if I could.
We are all human and sex is a likelihood
so loosen up a little cause it's all good.
Categories:
griswold, hilarious, humor, humorous, sensual,
Form:
Rhyme