Long Grand dad Poems

- - - Chapter 1: Early Days - - - 

My father was a rich man, la, *
Though schooled in poverty, (1)  
As such he seldom raised his head, 
Displayed humility.
The center of the...

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I know what it costs
to parent a tyrant
24/7
52 weeks/year
and yet avoid judging,
feeling guilty,
self-blaming shame
for all I am not sufficient,
yet.

I remember learning curious distinctions
between genuine remorse
given, when LeftBrain verbally requested,
yet without RightBrain capacity
to feel even the...

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SWEET SUNDAY MAYHEM

Curtains remain closed; for some, family kitchens are busy
But, if Dad is making the lunch be prepared for it to be iffy

The gravy is always the lumpy; with the vegetables all hard
The way...

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I remember my old grand dad
Always wore his Sunday best
We always called him "Poppy"
It was always pinned upon his chest

For as long as I remember
He always had that piece of red
Tattered, torn, but sturdy
In memory...

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Way back when,
Living with my father Harry,
One Halloween I had an idea spark,
Seemed to me it'd be a lark....

Thus the tale of When Harry's House Held
The Horrific Holloween Hex..from Hell

Early 70's, my favorite time did...

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Ricky was just eight years of age,
As a single mom, had to down stage,
That his papa could die any day soon,
I remember that night, there was a full moon,
Doctor said that it would be a...

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old man counts coup
lots killed few missed
aims true then laughs

a long stretched band
the aged hand aims
flies land dead

This actually happened.  I was about ten years old, visiting my gramp’s home, in the North Carolina...

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The Golden Street 

As I sit here all alone
 And reflect on the home
 My son invited me to share
 And I readily agreed
 This is where I want to be
 With my son ,and...

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“HOSPITAL HUMP” 
(a tall tale – or not?)

The wind and the cold on the hill
they stood still
as two shadows arrived
near the peak
above what was known
as “Hospital Hump”
a devious, dastardly,
butt crushing bump.
So started the legend
a Grand-dad...

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The British Red Poppy to me
Always creates a tear when near,                        ...

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Dear  Ronny

What a Divine being you are !
You gallop in all your fours
the moment I call thy name.
At times, even my very look
fetches fast your benign presence.

You wag your tail ?
Flap your fan-like ears...

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(earlier this January 18th, 2019 belatedly
to acknowledge my LX birthday.)

Mine eldest sister
as I continue in the circle game
of life, (ye dear Amelie
McGeehan) darling dame
a modestly lofty poem I aim
to dash off (while riding away
high in...

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Long Lost-Godless fire breathing dragon Land.
Tiananmen tanks rolling over your fellow man.
Glean away your newborn daughter's sheen.
Scumble the villagers, drown out their dreams.
Build plastic war islands- earth devouring dams.
The once red humble gem has become...

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I remember I was a little girl
sent off on an errand by my dad
surrounded by a small group of men
marveling at the questions I answered well
their surprise subsiding when they heard
the tax collector was my...

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When a Woman insists that she does all the work
and the man does nothing
what is this condition called.
My Great Grand dad said it
was called "silly Bytch Syndrome"
but I have come to find
it is calle Female...

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It s only a wrist watch 
with a faded leather strap.
With it's gold numbers 
a precious possession that's kept in a box.
Shown to the grand kids 
His pride and joy. 
"But grand dad its only...

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It sat under the old Cottonwood tree in the shade
Before the house had "inside plumbing or running water"
Not the best, but all we had
Family owned and made
In the summer, it got a little hotter
Sometimes, you...

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A trip to New Orleans to be married by Bloody Mary
The iconic voodoo priestess of irresistible charm of which she carries
A beautiful courtyard the setting for the big event
Seats filled with family friends and from...

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I’ve seen so much
In the few years I’ve been here
Some things witnessed
Are my deepest fears

Not too long ago
On July 26th of 2004
Two great friends
That I greatly adore

The first on this day
Was my dear ol’ grand...

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Unkept thoughts would not likely be
told to the forest but only to one tree
Standing taller that all the rest
Is the one tree I like the best. 

That tree was the oldest of the ones around
Their...

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Belamite Howling at the Moon

A belamite sat drinking 
In a bar
On the dangerous left side 
Of the city of Angels
By the rail road tracks 

In the dark dangerous part of town
Where the police fear to...

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I remember the joy of
the weekends, no school
No home work, feeling good
I have memories of my family
Sitting around the table
On a Friday, eating fried fish
and grits or fried bologna
After my grandma went 
Fishng and caught...

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When you died
     We wept and cried
So much you left
     Inside unsaid
Buried with
     Unexpressed regrets
Nothing to do with
     Your...

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Once again driving down
this old country road,
     days gone by,
memories rolling back
     into my mind,
stories my grand dad
told me of this old
     ...

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On the outskirts of town, was our family store,
old gas pumps, and planks on the floor.
Many would shop with us each week,
usually on credit, and collecting was up to me.
Hoop Chesse we would slice, and...

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