Grumps Poems

Tandoori or Tangerine Tan shorts no4

Cohorts of suits distort

Court the last resort

Damnation of immigration

Onslaught in cahoots cavort


Pander to propaganda slander

Escort darker fraught faces

From other races caught

To starker places.. shunted

Hunted like a sort of sport 


History debunked

“Before” skunked & kerplunked

Lore of Yore junked


Fossil fuel full sumps

Well More is More

Trees flump become clumps 

Of gnarly snarly stumps


Petrol pumps pour

Sheriffs thumps any grumps

Tariffs Gazumps…prices soar

Ready for the final encore?

Golden is Silence

 Golden is silence, words often said
Written words linger inside one’s head
Poets have ways of leaving their mark
In the stars and inside someone’s heart.

Reader and writer may never meet
Yet words swing along to one's heartbeat
It’s a poets gift of art come through
That lifts one's spirit when life is blue.

Poems of love leave one warm and snug
Alike being tucked up in a rug
Those of faith, there’s many can relate 
They guide folk to the Lord’s golden gate.

Tribute poems melt the toughest hearts 
They mean so much, are top of the charts
To recipients words mean a lot
They're alike sweets from a candy shop.

Poetic humour brightens one’s day
A laugh a day keeps the grumps away
And in the silence of loneliness
Cheer up poems are simply the best.

was she my aunt ann reincarnated

she was purple and black with silver streaks of anger
we saw her rising above the crowd and felt her wrath
a cantankerous balloon, she is, she cannot be satisfied
This was stated by more than one person
I could not help but wonder if it was my Aunt Ann reincarnated
She was the grouchiest, meanest being I have ever met
And I have met several grumps and rumps in my day
I watched the balloon rise above the crowd
As she traveled over the woods, the timbers turned black
the crowd began to cheer, for we were all lighter now
optimism and joy returned the minute she lifted up over the trees

Signs Of The Times

Signs Of The Times
Miracle Man
5/3/2024

Our lives will experience many speed bumps,
Designed to move us from the path we travel.
Perhaps God’s moving us away from our grumps,
Before our present path causes life to unravel.

America is polarized, and severely divided,
The story that each days news cast sends.
But I can’t worry because tomorrow’s decided,
and the Bible tells me how this story ends.


Mark 13:8 KJV

Grandma Grumps House

There are ghosts in her closets, ghouls on her stair.
If you visit my grandma grump, it is best you beware.
I’ve seen a see-through body with half a head.
It looked curiously like my deceased cousin, Little Ned.
No one else has seen these ghosts, it is a fact, and true.
I know this is curious and peculiar to me too.

The Doll Who Could

The doll who could was confident in every direction.
Her enthusiasm and excited joy spread like an infection.
The grumpiest grumps in the world could not stay mad
With the doll who could around and this made me glad.

I took her to school, I took her to the playground and work.
She went to the mall where rappers were starting to jerk.
They stopped spouting mean stuff and talked about candy, cotton.
She had that effect on people, they all stopped feeling rotten.

Pierre Maruse

Pierre Maruse lived in a house that wasn't like any other.
     One window down lived the queen and her crown,
     Right next to her world-famous brother.
     Oh, brother of mine, I'd give you a dime!
     For Booette's kisses to you.
     Please don't pout or flout about,
     I could not afford all the love I see,
     So, give her a kiss for me!


     On the third floor down was a clutch of clowns.
     The three elves: Wish, Promise, and Hold.
     Their faces were square,
     And they were always fair.
     They would smile rather than scold.


     The fourth floor down was below the ground,
     And somewhat damp and cold.
     There lived a slew of grumps.
     In window one, Bad Breath, king of the evil smell would appear.
     Window two had China Doll,
     Whose eyes were squinched enough for two.
     Window three was the home of Min Chee,
     Of the pointy beard and rumpled nose.
     And last of all, mumbling across the hall,
     Was Cross Talk the irritable.


     Outside, in a crack of the stoop,
     Waved the sunshine flower,
     Who bloomed once, every hour!


     Pierre Maruse had a very odd house.

The Ok Times 1-8

4 years of happiness
Not really bliss
But something between

I had friends 
Church friends
School friends

I lead a youth group
People showed up
It was fun

Church coffee shop
Everybody loved us
Even the grumps

Childcare
I met young parents
I watched their kids

Hope and expectation
I was meeting my goals
I was living

Groups at the library
For young folk like me
Everybody was hopeful

It's no wonder so many
Remember so fondly
The years of positivity
When people had hope instead of expectations
Joy at the smaller accomplishments
And forgiveness for your failures

The Villain I Become

Shuffling my life around like a gambling cards 
Even when I know I may win or lose 
But what do I have to lose?
I bet nothing 
I’ve been evolving around my kindred circles where I place my priority into my shield 
Hoping not to be Hopeless but I gain more less
For I satisfied their thirst even when they left no grumps for me to smash on 
They all pretended I have the best closet to my face and laughed behind me sheepishly cause they garnered my rags for their fashions 

For I learnt in a hard way when the humiliation brought upon me didn’t pass through my unlock window but my locked beloved heart 

I wept joyfully to lose the key to my Paradise
I burnt the bridges like Jacob and become Jeopardized 
I purchased a dream in greaves of Graves 
I lost my humility to become horror of my situation 
I sacred my ego for my alter 
I protagonise my redemption for my Antagonism 
Then I named the VILLAIN

Nonsensical Word Play

all gym op Ill chumps free caw’s paces.
ball brim bop dill thumps see jaw’s maces.
call crim cop grill pumps knee saw’s cases.
nonsensical word play is the aces!

doll dim drop shrill humps plea yaw’s places.
fall flim flop frill rumps tree slaw’s glaces.
hall him hop jill lumps dee flaw’s races.
sing song rhythm leaves graces.

enthrall limb lop bill dumps knee straw's laces
mall mim mop cill grumps lee vaw's faces
paul prim pop hill stumps wee heehaw's praces
melody keeps me jumping glaces

saul stem stop zill mumps jee gnaw’s braces
tall grim plop thrill plumps zee draw’s vasesp
wall whim whop pill frumps kee shaw’s daces
loving this poem and her traces.

Beautiful Daisies

In flower beds in three or four cities,
Hugging along white painted walls,
Lie stands of Shasta daisies,
Blooming summer and even fall.

Almost the size of saucers,
They bob and say a cheery “Hello.”
To grumps or chortling child alike,
And even some happy fellows.

Fresh, they are my favorite,
My mother’s perennial transplants,
I adore, yes adore, those Shasta daisies,
More heavenly than a monk’s plainchant.

Others may cherish red roses,
Still others may cry over the face of a pansy,
But I, I will always love my daisies,
In my heart they will live as the fanciest.

A Cockcrow In Lace

the sunspots ensconced
behind howdy-do curtains
a cockcrow in lace

white watering can french blue
white sprouts of ivy deep green
unhackneyed eggs bright brown
the pale yellow sun flickers snow

and no one wears silk nightgowns
as knees fall, and wrinkles like weeds
are read on the backside of palms
that hurry the yolks and sizzle
the bacon, pour coffee into old cups

one for the geezer who grumps
but puckers up for his buttercup

C H O L E R I C

Cantankerous, crotchety, crass, crude, crazily charismatic and confident.
Hold my own with the best of the grumps, forcing them to back down.
Ornery in my abilities to build a door on which you are too fearful to knock. 
Long days and night spent doing exactly what I want, bothered by no friends.
Enthusiastically excited about my solid undisturbed pursuits.
Recklessly irritated when the phone rings, or someone interjects a voice.
Iconic in my love for being alone and unperturbed, loving my freedom. 
Creativity taking me by the hand and leading me into imaginative sole pursuits.

Heavenly Laurie

Eternally Lovely now,
The Bride of my Dream of Gold.
And rolling down grassy slopes,
Whose smiling heart ne’er grew old.

Eternally Helpful, too
The Braid in my burgeoned beard
That round my loquacity ropes
And sees that I’m rightly reared.

Eternally wise and kind,
The Bread of His Life and strength
The Child of the King of Hopes
The Lifeline of endless length.

She rides through the ethers now
E’er calling forth clouds of snow
The crying child, helps, as he copes
Wherever his troubles may go.

And so, I have finished my tale,
Except the Divinest part
The poor fool who grumps and mopes,
She JOLTS by her Heavenly Art!

Unexpected Feelings

I never expected to feel this way,
With old age now having a lot of the say,
Yet these feeling won't go away,
And long may they stay.

Every day now these feelings point the way,
No matter what old age cares to say,
These feelings refuse to go away,
And I am keener than ever for them to stay. 

Every day I find a new way,
To change what old age has to say,
And not give these feelings away, 
Feeling better about myself each day they prolong their stay.

I feel new challenges are coming my way,
About which old age will have no say,
As I chase my grumps away,
And invite me to stay.

I only see the good things yet to come my way,
If I don't let old age have all the say,
Fun and laughter will never be far away,
However long I have left to stay.

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