Edith G of Jewish stock
a housewife so usung
to me,her face stlll in my mind
always & ever young
Categories:
granma, grandmother,
Form: Quatrain
Anna Mary Moses
but 'Granma' everyone usually 'says'
She became an artistic celebrity*
on retirement aged seventy-three
*https://www.wikiart.org/en/grandma-moses/morning-day-on-the-farm-1951
Categories:
granma, art, people,
Form: Clerihew
Liza B of Yorkshire stock
a tinsmith'a wife
her face bears
travails of life
Lily B orphaned
in a sad manner
commissioned
'neath the army's banner
Violet O born in the great war
father Ernest
she never saw
Anne S unanswered
questions still accrue
the granma
some never knew
Frances L her tragedy
was to unfold
the exact details
remain untold
Annie O granny Mayo,
mother came to know
by the canal
at Brookside row
Susanna O a mid-victorian maid
her determination
does not fade
Ethel G's fish&chips held sway
in her wakefield take-a-way
Harriet H high cheeked,pretty&petite
of twinklig eyes&
dressed so neat
Edith G of Jewish stock
a housewife so usung
to me,her face
is ever young
Categories:
granma, family, nostalgia,
Form: Verse
Things
change
just fall
to shadows
of distant sweet dreams
God seems to be far, far away
the memories of my dead family are fading
I want to hold onto these distant things and memories, so I struggle to keep them
My
heart
broken
love is gone
lost in distant time
I want to be wrapped in his arms
our hands entwined and listening to his heart beating
I need my baby my mom my dad and have tea with my granma and hug my sister
I
want
all these
distant things
oh, can I hold them
and hide them beneath the ivy
protected and eternal and forever with me
distant things we did and precious memories, all hidden under the ivy, twining
___________________________
June 10, 2016
Poetry/Fibonacci/Beneath The Ivy
Copyright Protected, ID 16-799-272-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Distant Things
sponsor, John Lawless
Third Place
Categories:
granma, lost love,
Form: Fibonacci
Homemade jams and breads;
NO body eats at Grandma's table anymore;
Soft warm communications;
Real clothing made by hand;
No polyester blends;
A gentle voice yet stern reproach;
a Second time, no third choice;
a hug goodbye a spanking and a "don't you cry"
THIS IS OF MY GRANDMOTHER
Black N White TV, doesn't mean racial equality;
Violent sprees, fighting not all to be;
Here at hand filtered sown quilt;
No biscuit and gravy left to eat;
Read a book touched, felt, smelled the pages;
Granma still sings "rock of ages";
Real clothing made by hand;
NO polyester blends;
THIS IS OF MY GRANDMOTHER
09/27/14
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2014, 2015, 2018
from anthology
Celebrate: A collection of writings about Women
University of Nebraska @ Omaha 2015©
Categories:
granma, absence, appreciation, bereavement, children,
Form: Bio
re-post inspired by Brenda's contest
She lived her love day by day
with all that is so feminine,
a touch, kiss or knowing look,
concern, red-lettered in her book;
Particular to detail self-sacrifice
a routine,as she walked the extra mile,
ever ready with a smile;The days
news eager to hear,her wise counsel,
stilled a fear as open arms her love brought
near,a warmth to dry a child's tear
ready to give herself,time and again
so soft and beautiful and feminine
Categories:
granma, family, grandmother, inspiration,
Form: Bio
Tristan
Oh, my fuTure grandson may your
days be filled with miRrth…may the creator
of the universe smile upon your bIrth…
I dream of Swaddling you and holding you tight…
safe and sound in mama’s belly, a couple more monThs,
You are blessed, alreAdy, surrounded by love…
May the sun always shiNe brightly on you from above
So many await to welcome you into the world!
BY soon to be,
Granma Jill
Categories:
granma, baby, birth, grandmother, grandson,
Form: Acrostic
You were small tiny to hold
As time flew by just like the wind
So soft and care free
Just like the sun beaming so warm
On your soft skin
As the years past you blossom
And you started to bloom
And silky petals started to grow
And your true colors started to show
Water was a present sent from above
To feed the seed that needed to form
Into a beautiful flower you have become
A blessing to be hold in the presence of princes
Kiara who wore the flowered tiara
With joy in our eyes and love in our hearts
We wish the best birthday on 8/23
Much Luv always Granma Cucha
Categories:
granma, birth,
Form: I do not know?
I saw a funny man
Who wore funny clothes
Had a hole in his jacket
And three holes in his nose.
What a funny nose ring
From it hung a feather
I hope it kept him warm
In the frosty weather.
I saw a funny women
A cow she tried to throttle
Coz she blamed the cow
That milk came out in bottles.
I saw a funny granma
Couldn't see the lake
She tried to shake hands
With the toilet snake.
She left the window open
Like a carefree granny
The wind blew up her clothes
In every nook and cranny.
I saw a funny grandpa
Couldn't hear a thing
Sounded like a moose
When he tried to sing.
He tended to his plants
In the middle of his garden
A truck then blew it's horn
He said "I beg your pardon".
It shows that he could hear
Not deaf after all
Just didn't want to answer
When his name you call.
I saw a funny teenager
Walked backwards in his sleep
Then he walked sideways
When he counted sheep.
So lets just keep on smiling
You need it for survival
A keen sense of humour
Puts hair on your eye ball.
Categories:
granma, humor,
Form: Rhyme
My beloved
I was not there when you were born
But you were on my mind
Just like your daddy
You have the capacity to grab all the attention
Talked to you on the phone
Garble! garble! garble!
Its your Granma I say
Can't wait to see you one day
You mean the world to your daddy
And your mommy and me
I’m the happiest I have ever been he said.
He wakes at night to feed you
Even when he is tired
You are his pride and joy.
These words are a letter to Marley
Who lay across the sea.
Poem by Mrs_Steverson
03/08/2011
Categories:
granma, family
Form: Light Verse
Grandma, you look fresh like the morning dew,
O! it is the herb Of paw paw leaves
And dried snake skin, I drank,
Grandma, flies are too many here,
When flies perch on you
Don’t drive, else
You will invite trouble on you.
Grandma, its hot here,
Remove no hair
From your brow, else you
will get lost,
Grandma, I am tired
It is not good to yawn
In the noon, else
You will be in debt,
Grandma, I’ll rest a bit,
Rest not your head
Against the wall,
Else the spirits Will be angry,
Grandma, I am thirsty,
Drink water away from the pot
Else your head gets hot,
Grandma, I will sing a song
Do not whistle to the baby
Else she becomes dump.
Grandma, the Chameleon
Leave the chameleon
On the rafter
For they rebel sickness,
Grandma, the dog is howling
Let the dog cry
For it shoo off evil spirits,
Grandma, I think I will be going
Back to city today.
Categories:
granma, childhooddog, dog,
Form: Free verse
Grandma Grandma I'm glad your mine
Granma Grandma you really shine
Grandma Grandma please don't go
Granma Grandma I love you so
You care and love and dance and play
your number one all the way
Categories:
granma, family, love, i love
Form: Ballad
Granpa, when you was a kid
Did you thinks a running away from home
And look un see what's over that hill
Roundup wild horses
An bucks um out jist for a thrill?
How did you comes to get clear out here
I hear Pennsylvanie ain't to near
Was you a kid or was you old
When you packed up your bag un left home?
Was you in the war like Uncle Zeke and Granpa Don
Has you been up to the mountains like Davey done
How bouts the Injins did you knows any a them
An how bouts the buffalo how many did you kill?
Tell me granpa was granma way out here
Or did you has to goes someplace else to gets her
What about my daddy was he anything like me
Or did he jist wants to see what he could see?
I know's I's jist a girl, granpa
But I don't wants to does womans things
I wants to be a cowboy and does what they does
Help me, help me granpa, I come to you because
You're the smartest, wisest, kindest man I know
I love you, granpa
Categories:
granma, cowboy-western, imagination, life, love,
Form: Rhyme