Long Grandads Poems

Candy floss, seaside rock, smoothies, and flags sporting
Union Jacks
Replace the old traditions of striped deckchairs 
And Kiss-Me-Quick hats.
Chipwicks for our salt and vinegar fries
And their pole-and-line freshly caught local Cod;
The Vintners Parrot: For thick sizzling...

Read More

May all sacred,
but not quite omnipotent,
fathers learn this day
as we impatiently correct
our stress-disordered sons

That respect is earned,
so maybe disrespect is too
positive and negative layered
for and against authority
for and sometimes restlessly against
repeating Business As Usual 
white...

Read More

I'm no good in a kitchen but, I can cook stuff all the same
Around here, say "the recipe" and most folks know my name
It hasn't changed in fifty years, and folks still drink it up
I've...

Read More

When one sees the penguins stand
in ice born storm at minus forty
why don't they move to a better land.
They stand together and don't complain
then they walk to the sea again.

What do they do just standing...

Read More

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...

Read More

My grandad was there when I was little;
My grandad would always make me giggle;
Telling jokes, stories and tales, my grandads love has never failed.

In Alder Street or at the flat, my grandads love, it was...

Read More

Please answer the question and then ill be through
is there a place where we go to make our dreams come true
a secret hidden place where we all run away
to escape the burdens we face each...

Read More

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...

Read More

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...

Read More

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...

Read More

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...

Read More

My  gorgeous Logan 
      ——————————
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...

Read More

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...

Read More

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...

Read More

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...

Read More

Family photographs.
Pictures of youth, 
All smiling happily,
Hiding the truth …
Grandads at work,
Grandmas in rocking chairs.
Dads in their gardens,
Mums, taken unawares …

Pinholes in the fabric of time.

Aunties and uncles,
Siblings and cousins;
Some of them all alone,
Others by...

Read More

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...

Read More

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...

Read More

My Grandad wore his leather belt with pride 
Lions head buckle he polished 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...

Read More

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...

Read More