Papa bear, no longer there?
Who are you? This can't be true.
Gone are you smiles, our distance is miles
Poor Vinnie wants peace, but you dance to the beast
Greed is you shame, wish we did not share a name
The dad I once loved, to be held to be hugged
Your motives are clear, but grandads still here
Much to your angst, oh just piss off to France!
Leave him to me, we'll be fine him and me
Long live the king, I won't let you win
Go off on your jaunt, but know this will haunt...
Lost your only flesh, now as for the rest
Don't know how you sleep at night, what you've done isn't right
But God is swift these days, you'll get karma for your ways
Julie too, crocodile tears are moot
You can both whistle, she's prickly as a thistle
Me and mine are just fine, going alone in our prime
What’s gone wrong with Granddad’s dong, it used to be so long
Once the length of Granddad’s dong made Gran burst into song
His dong would go throughout the night, to Grandma’s sheer delight
And Grandad’s dong and Grandma’s song would brighten up each night
But now when Grandma wants a dong, my granddad grasps his mallet
It’s very old and feels like it’s made from a wooden pallet
He grasps it with both hands and Grandma yells, “Just swing that sucker!
Remind me how you swung it round in your best bib and tucker.”
So Granddad grips it in both hands and swings for all he’s worth
He hopes to get a lengthy dong and not just Grandma’s mirth
Granddad couldn’t tolerate another dong that’s dud
And so he whacks his mallet hard, which makes a dull, flat, thud
But Grandma said, “I see what’s been occurring with your dong,
And why of late your dong has been a little less than long.
A dull dong cant reverberate, a dull dong can’t play long,
It’s no good up against the wall; you should have hung that gong!”
Remember those old Miller beer commercials
'More taste' ... 'Less filling'
The actors in those ads, now grandads
yelling ~ 'More guns ... Less killing'
It was at grandads old farm one winter we did freeze
the snow was so high it reached up to our knees
even the cows went pale
as the milk froze in a pail
the chickens laid eggs standing up, then they sneezed.
Feb 19, 2022
Abigail
You have such a sweet way
Kind and gentle on a good day
You bring out the best of me
You even get me off the settee
You love to dress up in costume
And come skipping round the room
a girl was always the top of my wish list
that’s why to me your a beautiful gift
With your hair soft and golden
A little piece of my heart you’ve stolen
So as I watch my gorgeous baby
Slowly grow into a beautiful lady
Please remember you’ve always got
Inside of grandad your very own soft spot
Some times life is full of turns and twists
So always know grandads waiting with a hug and a kiss
??
Love grandad
xxxx
My gorgeous Logan
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Oh my gorgeous little bruiser
Grandads special little boozer
With buckets full of fun and
mischief by the cart full
Our very own dodger so very artful
Your in and your out
your up and your down
but it’s always the
washing machine where you’ll be found
Showing no sign of
ever slowing down
My special little boozer
With bags full of energy
your our very own
little trooper
I love it when you give me hugs and kisses
When I can’t be there and don’t see you that’s what grandad really misses
So for the short time we’re apart I’ll keep all them kisses right here in my heart
And that just leaves one thing to be spoken
my promise to you
that our bond will
never be broken
I’ll love you always my precious little
Logan
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XXXX
Love grandad
My Grandad wore his leather belt with pride
Lions head buckle he'd polish till it shone
Always said I could have it when he died
His death came and then I felt so alone .
During the D. Day landings on sword beach
Fellow soldier hit in German air raid
A place of safety he just could not reach
But grandad saw him and went to his aid.
After the war he sent Grandad a box
Inside was a belt and note which read
A lions courage and strength of an ox
If you hadn't helped me I'd have been dead.
I look at his belt and courage I see
Feeling honoured that he left it to me.
Written 25th September 2018.
The above verse is a fictional write.
At a bar up in heaven called the Angel and Cloud, where the are no last orders, there is gathered a crowd; theres my dad and my grandma and my two grandads too, along with aunties and uncles and the odd friend or two, they’re all drinking and joking about good days and bad, but they’re together and happy and they never get sad; and at this time of the year when I remember that day, when you last closed your eyes and went so far away, I will think of that bar called the Angel and Cloud and make sure when I get there you know that it’s your round!
I'm nursing a headache the size of Corfu
my stomach is tied up in knots,
it's the seventeenth time that I've been to the loo
feeling sick with a dose of the trots.
My memory's blank as to how I behaved
but from texts on my phone I can see
that Doreen who I met said 'yes' when I proposed
(she's retired now, and seventy three).
I lie on the bed still in suit and loud tie
no effort to climb in the bedding,
my backache tells me as the evening went by
I danced like Grandads at a wedding.
A bad move to mix all those drinks, that's for sure,
I think I may have crossed the line,
there's a photocopy on the floor by the door
and I'd swear that those buttocks are mine.
Appeared to be a normal day,
At our University of the Third Age,
Grannies and Grandads writing epic lit.,
Forgot our hearing aids and blankets....
We walked away from our class,
Drank our coffees on the grass,
One old moll began this thing,
We cast off inhibitions and wedding rings,
Decided to have a grey love-in,
One last winter's love fling,
Before hearses the morticians bring,
We were all senile, obese and ga-ga,
The grey scrawny pubes made us ha-ha,
We gave the grandpas some thrills,
We all forgot our cardiac pills,
The old boys were gasping for breath,
Moribundi, close to death......
So, appeared to be a normal day,
On the grass, after class, at U3A,
Love-in amongst the greys,
It was grey liberation day!!!!!
I remember his words, not that long ago
Telling of such times when crimson flowed
My Grandad, my hero, who's memories told
My bedroom window I look, it all unfolds
Neighbours fighting neighbours, why I cry
People talking yesterday now in furor
I'm young, I'm eleven, asking myself why
What's changed overnight, fueling this score
In panic surround Dubrovnik is now where I stay
Walled city, Grandads house, from Serbian tirade
Seven months endured, walls holding well
Wishing it's over ending our imprisoned hell
Again his stories unfold of countries in ruin
Fighting with Tito, heroes they one and all
Repelling the Germans, killing their doing
Repulsed he is, by their murdering thrall
Back to the present and a silence exists
Can it be that the fighting has now ceased
What I'm seeing aged eleven, people I know
Holding back tears of whom known deceased
It's now 2015, I'm a Lawyer of human rights
I've lived many nightmares, said killing sights
For my Grandfathers memories, he and all
There will be justification, when no one will thrall
.
Grandad's sticks ,Albert and Me
Grandad walks slowly and uses two sticks !
He and Nanny came to see us today
thats me, mummy, daddy and baby scustin ok
grandad still lets me jump and play round him so quick and so rough
then goes off with nanny as slow as they came cos he's had enough !
Then at nursery I spy Albert oh no !
who sometimes me , he pushes and hits
to take my toys and give me no go !
although my clothes are aged four to five
only three years old is the body they hide !
Then there's Ethan thats me
with my curly golden locks, rosy cheeks and smile full of glee
my imagination spurred by a reverands train
my energy and strenght no one can contain
so if you dont mind I'll get back to my game
and just for now use my vigour just being a pain!
If you expect more, come back when i'm four ?
love Grandad
MB 2013
Angels sit by and watch me cry
i held your hand
i said goodbye
My tears staggered
I try to deny
As you take your last breath
I hold you tight
I want you to fight
But now you have the light
I feel you breath on my cheek
I hold deep inside of me
Not wanting to believe what i am seeing
I hold onto you i watch grandads tears
I can not let go of you i brush your hair
I kiss you I kiss you I KISS YOU
That moment i can not forget
A SCAR was left
The angels came for you
You took my love with you
My nan my friend my teacher
My everything .....
Now you sing with the angels that are with you
I dropped to the floor
my body broke into
For there is no longer you
A meomrie keeps you with me
In my dream i see
Too have just one more minute
To tell you all i have told you
Instead i wait till you are the angel coming for me
in this room, i sit and find
explore my thoughts explore my mind
one conclusion, weird but funny
greed for hate,love for money
do they lie,tell us the score
the young ones die while the rich wage war
box apon box comes home the dead
a war for oil, our soldiers bled
terror attacks when will we learn
a nation united, stand stong and firm
curuption and greed its dog eat dog
political ********, we are lost in the fog
raise up my fellows, hold your head high
together with one voice, we shall never die
we sing all together, our voices loud and clear
we keep to our guns, and they'll have to hear
do it for your grandads, and the ones before that
they died to defend, while our leaders grow fat
brother by brother, all come together
we are the people,to give in we can never
defend till our last breath, our hope's flame's relighted
cos we are one nation
we are the people united.
Little boy, dirty knees,
kite floating in the breeze
Findings frogs, tadpoles too,
fall in water, soaked right through
Lolly stick race, down the stream,
school apple pie and shaving cream
In bakers shop, poke the cakes,
build new bike, forget the brakes
Eat strawberries, then put jars back,
painting Grandads tomatoes black
Scrumping apples, make a raft,
old man on the corner completely daft
Pinching golf balls from the club,
arrowroot biscuits outside the pub
Playtime at school, kiss chase today,
please Zena this time dont run away
Break fireworks up to make a bang,
when I am 10 I'll have a gang
Must get home its cubs tonight,
look theres a bundle, lets watch the fight
Gang house built up in the trees,
quick in the bomb crater before the farmer sees
Books on skates, knock down ginger too,
never bored, lots to do
Memo biscuits, tanner a pack,
see the brush salesman, look mum hes black
Slide down bannisters, jump from the ledge,
not on the path, just close to the edge
Childhood memories will never cease,
the mind grows old, the dreams wont ease
One memory I'll have right to the end,
Chip the Alsatian, my childhood friend
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