There's an Irish lad named Grady
Who confessed love for his lady
Sadly, she blew him off
With a snub and a scoff
For thinking his motives shady
Grady's heart was torn asunder
She stole it like thieves steal plunder
He threw a gauntlet glove
Waging war against love
Claiming romance was his blunder
He changed his mind when he met Vie
So he gave love another try
But she ran off with Stan
Then left that man for Dan
Grady had been just one more guy
Months later, Grady was smitten
When he fell in love with Kitten
All he could do was stare
At her blue eyes, so fair
By that feline he'd been bitten
I
A few hours after April 9th began
My puppies yelping woke me, helping
Me be thankful for this holiday -
Easter day! Better yet: Resurrection Day
For Easter was pagan, named for Oestre
A Persian goddess (?) Yet Persia had early Christ-ians galore
In earlier daylight the further East we are
I'm grateful for my Family, a Friend in Africa,
And all of America (a Maryland lake, Artemesia)
And my kids' friend called Grandma Aurelia
As I celebrate the Resurrection hopes
"Old" writer-college friends Grady Dorset, Jim Link ...
Gone too soon, Jim being missed in Greenbelt
A town begun by the Roosevelts (Elanor had graced it)
But God, Creator Love, gave us this idea:
Eternal Spring with Thy Maker - Jesus, for me - resurrection : death and life in perfect intimacy
I'm so glad Nelson Mandela forgave - Jesus then became real for me
II
I sent out Resurrection Day messages, pics
Already in these wee hours. I bless you all
Shalom shalom in the Prince of Shalom
Yeshua haMeshiach: "Hope of Israel"
There once was a fellow named Fred
Who owned quite a large junkyard spread
With Grady he was chummy
But Lamomt was big dummy
Aunt Esther he always did dread
4-1-2022
TV Show: Sanford And Son
Without Your Love
Without your love, my life
I feign would ebb away.
Without you love, that
kindled flame of passion’s fire,
would turn to ashes cold and gray.
Without your love, my heart
grows cold, my feelings dead.
Without your love, those moments
when we chance to meet,
would change from happiness to dread.
Without your love
these eyes these lips so lonely pout.
Without your love to free my
lonely spirit from it’s hideaway.
To ride kindred spirit, seeking it’s way out.
Charles Grady Henderson
May 13, 2020
Patrick Ferguson and the battle of Kings Mountain
He rode up to the mountain in great haste
planning vile acts, and much wonton waste.
Hiding, the whigs taunting, scattered about.
They were in waiting, the mountain through out.
Brave volunteers were on the docket.
John, the father of Davey Crocket
Ready to give his life, so long ago
just as his son Davy at the Alamo.
Ferguson sat on his steed, the pampas ass.
That’s about the worst thing I can say’
without being completely crass.
Little did he know this was his last day.
A small conference upon their steeds underway.
While shots periodically rang among the fray.
Then Ferguson’s second Lieut. spying a whig
trained his pistol...following that dirty “pig”
But God took a stand on the mountain that day
He ended the conflict in his own absolute way.
The lieut’s hand and his gun with certain disdain,
trailing the whig, fired into the general’s brain.
Charles Grady Henderson
Feb. 13, 2020,,,Have rewrit several times, hope this is the best.
is it goodbye too?
Jim Link fought the valiant fight
in and for poems, and friends (me);
first Grady Dorsett
and now it is Christmastime
So tarry, 'til I fly "home"
My Favorite Junkyard was owned by Fred G. Sanford
The G stood for Good Times
He was full of surprise with humorous delight
As a kid I would visit his junkyard every night
If he wasn’t filling me with laughter, he was filling me with cheer
Oh, how I wish that Fred G was still here
He ran the junkyard with his son named Lamont
Going back and forth with a quirky response
They had the most junk that you could ever imagine
From the floor to the ceiling always ready to cash in
He had a sister-in-law that he loved to hate
Her name was Ester and she always took his bait
Fred had a good buddy and his name was Grady
When they linked up, you always know it was shady
Fred had great health but there was one drawback
Fred was always faking like he had a heart attack
Grabbing his chest with his hand in the air
Screaming, Oh! Elizabeth, I’m coming to join you there
Dear old Fred always kept me in laughter
He never sold a thing but he was such a great actor
I once knew a pirate named Grady
I attended his birthday in Haiti
He flew into a rage
When I asked him his age
But his only reply was "Aye Matey"
The Cause
The cause is come...
To live or die
not for those who
sit and wonder why
It’s one for all, and
all for some, or none
for those who sit and cry.
Hang tough!
get off that lazy duff.
It takes more
than off the cuff.
They say,” put your
money with your mouth.”
It matters not if born
in the North or South
It’s one for all, and none
for some, who sit and cry.
Don’t even sit and wonder why.
Just, get off that lazy duff.
Get real, no one wants
anything off the cuff.
That steady grind
doing those things left behind.
To keep from being called
a useless, moronic blunder bus.
Charles Grady Henderson
4/23/2019
Come now, you days so dreary,
with thoughts mundane and weary.
Both windy rain and bitter cold,
find comfort in blains and days of old.
To sit and sigh and wonder why
this if and when the eyes are dry
and the coals no longer lit are pale
in the wake of stormy frozen gale.
Until the frost is no longer on the glass
neither inside, outside in stormy blast.
And the Spring thaw comes in strident strain
to greet us with warmth and smiles again.
It lays a comfort blanket on us in haste as
we smile inside ourselves...what a waste!!!
While sitting we muse upon our fate....
Glad it rests not in the hands of a potentate
My thought for tonight, anno dominie Jan 23, 2019
Charles Grady Henderson
Mr. Brown Baby
By Valerie Odom
February 14, 2017
Mr. Brown Baby
You either knows too little or too much
The white man still gonna beat you on the daily
While you're still accused of raping that young lady
Everywhere you goes their purses they try to clutch
Mr. Brown Baby
They call you dumb because you was born at Grady
They call you dumb because you was miseducated and such
The white man still gonna beat you on the daily
It was a sad time for the 80’s
Everywhere the blackman went he was beat but the whiteman was untouched
Mr. Brown Baby
Can’t even go and drive a mercedes
Without you being reported and put in jail and such
The white man still gonna beat him on the daily
Why do they hate you Mr. Brown Baby?
He’s the blackest of the bunch
Mr. Brown Baby
The white man still gonna beat him on the daily
Florida Evans
Ethel Mertz
Theodore Huxtable
Michael Scott
Mary Albright
Bob Vance
Dr. Johnny Fever
George Jefferson
Esther Anderson
Mayor Quimby
J.J. Evans
Lily Aldrin
Lisa Douglas
Gloria Stivic
Uncle Fester
Oliver Wendell Douglas
Arnold Ziffel
Archie Bunker
Gomez Addams
Baldrick
Gomer Pyle
Lord Percy Percy
Grady Wilson
Wally Cleaver
I feel the pain
I should not bare
I am suffering heart-brokenness
To young of an age
but I'm still here
I will not give up
I will feel the pain and just turn the other cheek
I suffer
So i can become stronger
I;m still here
I will not give up
My life may seem painful
My suffering seem long
But I'm still here!
I WILL NOT GIVE UP!
I will feel the pain
and I will suffer
Through tick and thin
Knowing your always there
In my heart
I AM STILL HERE
Life, bring on the pain and suffering
(Dedicated to Derek (D.J.) Risinger and Grady (Paw-Paw) Risinger. Always in my heart!
The Aries lady that married Grady
Boarded the Titanic that was ready
Off on a secret fling
With a beau named Bing
This is why she rest at place that's shady
But aboard that ship she was hip
Dressed in red swinsuit in pool she did dip
If ship hadn't sunk in ice
They would have found she's not nice
Now poor Grady's at the shady place writing RIP
This was written for John's contest from take-off
ANDREW CRISCI 'S
"TRAGEDY AT SEA"
Contest closed before I got it done...
There once was an Aries lady
Who married a Pisces man named Grady
Their personalities clashed
They were totally mismatched
Now she rest dear heart where it is shady
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