Long Grandmas Poems

I am fairly new to this Norwick community.
If I recall correctly
we have about forty thousand households here
where the Connecticut River
conjoins the Mohegan and Iroquois Rivers;
originally deep rich virgin eco-forest 
of and for harmonic rhythm and...

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I've been watching the people across the street for about a year now. We wave at each other every once in a while, not really much more than seeing a familiar face without a name....

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There was a noble sadness hiding in her eyes.
She wears a smile, though elements of insecurities
Trembled in its corners...
Dignity and suffering, combating
for the control of her expression.
Hiding the battle scars of her life; 
Intending to...

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World famous player of the five fingered flute,
   Wasn't quite so happy as he used to be.
   Being alone with just his flute,
   Nice clothes,
   And lounging...

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Amanda's Challenge
My name is Amanda; I am pleased to meet you.
I must tell you my story I swear it is all-true.
It happened one day I was feeling quite low.
I had run out of answers I...

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I often think  back to that care free age and those wondrous six weeks of school holidays, 
The Prison was out , 
nothing more to learn and with any luck the place would burn .

It...

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When I was just a little girl, I stared into my mother’s
eyes, and asked with a serious look, "What is Love" Much to my
mother’s surprise, I was only five, but she answered.

 Love is the
feeling that...

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Being a Grandpa,
  It amazes me a little bit how common being a grandparent is and how easy it is to become one.  You have children, they have children and there you are...

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Needles and pins.
Needles and pins.
When you grow up I hope you have twins.

Yes, this was written into my mother’s  slam book when she was 12,
Setting her up to have twins at the age of...

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 This should be read as though sung as a Country Western song

I searched the junk food aisle 

And the basin of a bowl (looked real, real hard there)

I learned that the whiskey bottle beer...

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“Grandmas hold our tiny hands for just a little while…but our hearts forever.” —Unknown

With eyes bright, azure like the skies
Welcoming me to be with her, 
Twinkling, sparkling, shining with love
Love so wise, so warm –...

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I'm jealous of my yesterdays 

                             ...

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(Holding fire and water together) 
I don't know why the rain keeps writing the 
name of Nigeria on the ground in every corner. 
I don't know why we are this broken and 
tortured like the...

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Grandma’s Hands


You wish me plenty good things
Your safe travels and good fortune 
I rightly claim 

Your purpose and plan you’ve acclaimed
Your poise and gentle grace , angelic 

Your only spoon of rice you gave your...

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Beautiful land in the distance,
Heading there in consistence,
Mountains far but so close,
Leading us to a touch of prose.
Hear me for our worlds at peace,
Bend the map; make a crease.
Here we arrive,
After that 12 hour drive.
Colorado...

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when i think of you. 
i remember when mama
brought you home.  

i can still see her coming
up the sidewalk at 
grandmas' house
as if it were yesterday

i thought you were mine.  
i believe that...

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How small we were sitting in the backseat of that mammoth car. We were dwarfed on the giant sofa-like bench waiting like a great amusement ride about to start. While we waited we explored our...

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Adjusting Appetizing Palates.
I have sampled the variety,
I am the one who has tasted life;
The one who has had a taste of life.
Rarely indulged in the main course-
Seldom a full meal-
I come hungry-
To leave satisfied...
I want...

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Grandparents,
They love you no matter what
They listen to what you have to say
And give you advice you never want to let go of... even if you don't always take it... You will 
NEVER forget it
They...

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GRANDMA’S ROCKING CHAIR  Pt 1
 
Grandma sits in her rocking chair,
Wisps of silver in her hair.
She sits me on her voluptuous lap,
As tales of yore she does recap.
 
Id touch the whiskers on her...

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Grandma was there wiping my tears when I scraped my knee 
applying the "bubbly stuff" and blowing gently. 
She was there tearing off a piece of her helpless aloevera plant to ease the pain of...

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My friend lost his dad yesterday,Unexpectedly..
Today,On a Cold day filled with Sun Rays' Warmth,
We had the Burial.I could watch Him and
his brothers  from a distance,Carrying the coffin,
They carried on their shoulders ,their Dad's dead...

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It’s all about the art- and not about the chart
About the story being told, not coins or bags of gold

Does it come from deep inside, from that hidden secret place?
The emotion from within, the page...

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This is always a very very difficult time of year for me. I get so dang depressed,
and yes the majority of that pain comes from being incarcerated.  It is a very lonely place. ...

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The sugar maple and the oak hold tight their leaves, 
   barely green, yellow tinged lines sway in the breeze. 
The plum glows in a deep dark purple dance 
   feathered...

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