Grandfather Home Poems

The shadow cast by twilight's breath,
A tale transpire, of life and death.
A refuge boy, adrift and torn,
From distant lands, in agony borne.

To Italy's shores, he...

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Walking through the tall pines of Perlarcher forst 
Munich Germany I walk deep within the woods 
every day the barbarian alps in my view colorful...

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The old house, built in 1895, was the best of weathered antiques having hugged North Rogers Street from days of horses to days of horse-powered...

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As a child, 
I loved to watch Grandpa build. 
His basement workshop, 
was filled with tools. 
Tools hanging on every wall, 
wood neatly stacked in...

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I remember when Grandpa used me everyday,                  ...

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The festive furious festival of
Fifteen and fourteen year olds
Had functionally formed the
Teenage takeover brigade. 
The boy and girl gladiators they
Were everywhere. And DJ had 
His...

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Cake Mix

On the way home, 
I stopped at the store. 
I bought a cake mix, 
yellow, as they were out of 
chocolate and white. 

Yellow...

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I resided in a beautiful old home, on the sunny side of the street;
And I had friendly neighbors, offering hellos whenever we'd meet.

Often when I...

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People once said I was a homebody, and I guess that was me,
Often curled up with a good book, I loved watching movies.

Like blooms of...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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I still remember my childhood being poured out of me slowly
I was 7 or 8 when I experienced my grandfather suffer.
He choked to death on...

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Dirt road lined with walls of stone,
run right up to the small home,
rust red siding coming in view,
in my head it’s still cedar, blue.

Sugar maples...

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You Shall Find...

My Spirit...

Flying On...

The Wings Of...

A Beautiful Dove...

It Has Found Me...

In This Life...

Many Times...

I Shall...

Ride With Him...

Alone...

But Loved...

My Spirit...

Climbs With Him...

Towards The Heavens...

Beyond...

Earth's Clouds...

Moon...

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(scoured from dregs of me muss held head)

I shore up a vignette to free 
my ("FAKE") grandfather Hymie,
whose scrunched countenanced 
evinced beetle that of browed...

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“The Homestead”



In my dreams
I still see the house – 
The old country place
Nestled among the Mesquite trees
That whispered a welcoming chant.

The grandmother stands bent over
A...

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