Long Grandpas Poems
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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 soft and small along the branch.
Another oak stands a mix yellow orange peach
with etchings red crimson pink burns out of reach.
Standing alone and in between the naked eye
mere skeletons remain touching a clouded sky.
Autumn holds true to reputation
producing a multitude cacophony of colors, dark unseen
ominous lightly draped in emerald greens.
The first and quickly mid November hush
comes the fall and holiday rush.
Wind still calm yet wildly ready
as blinding sun beats down hot and steady.
Songbirds seem to no longer sing stray cry coos
rising on the breeze as they seek shelter and others bid adieu.
The weather soon to change
to a chilling wind and rain.
Holidays break the lull of comforting fires
with harried shopper rushing of want and desire.
As quickly as it comes, just steps behind a party scene
of costumed revelry and gatherings, the seasons pass to dreams.
Thanksgiving turkeys with cranberry sauce, potatoes and stuffing
waft the air as frosted glasses rise eyeing pie and whipped fluffing.
Families toast and taste the holidays,
with the memorable pictures taken holding out for Christmas plays.
The together that solidifies relations of the crew
of grandmas and grandpas, aunts and uncles, cousins too.
Children yelling, crying, playing games to a hullabaloo of cheer
but makes parents glad it comes once a year.
The gathering of faces and acquaintance celebrations
folds a memory happening just a little more patient.
That laughter and joy so endeared in time,
a right of passage lost to happiness, tears and wine,
missed yet fondly remembered
as time passes November into December.
“Within a room, all wrapped in a comforter of cobwebs and dust, a vacuum full of memories.” Quote by _Poet
Her grandmother's attic she walks into,
Full of cobwebs, dust, and boxes in her view.
Excited of the treasures that have been stored.
Her imagination wanders as she went toward.
Thrilling look, to unexpected findings.
Valuables amid dusty boxes bindings.
Forgotten belongings, waiting to be discovered.
Nostalgic memories what laid inside to be recovered.
She sits in front of a cardboard box with layers of dust.
The word, pictures, written on the side, open she must.
A photo of an old 1939 coupe, grandma
In grandpas embrace, looking at each other in awe.
Another of gramps holding my dad's small hands
As he takes his first steps, watching or his fans.
A spirit of memories that have been lost for years.
Old family photos and love letters brought tears.
People change.
The beggars randomly scorn the commoners
When refused a beg,
And solemnly retreat to their
Dejected lives, waiting for another expedition..
The obnoxious fact that
Men control their fates,
And women control their mates,
All are portentous assumptions
To relieve the baffled human soul
From another.
We wish there were trees
Huge enough to shadow over our sins,
Then perhaps, a certain recluse
Cant be blamed,
Unless found detained to a bark.
When friends are supposed to be friends
And enemies the same,
There is no difference:
As the setting sun puts out the light of the world
Technology blooms, like a goblin
We seem to be lost in neon lights,
Smoke, drugs, parties....panties
That is the rarity itself.
The odd mother unable to feed her children,
The kittens dying under the shade
The grandmas and grandpas living like a ghost, alone, for days
The sun comes up again,
Feeling bright and bringing a 'new day'.
Nothing changes
The face, maybe, not the phases.
My grandmas, grandpas and some uncles are gone
Including my beloved dad is now in heaven
I miss them when Christmas season comes
They’re huge missing part of our family tradition
But my mom and aunts always say Christmas goes on
For family reunions on earth are just extensions
Love ones who’re gone are reunited with our Father-Creator
Their Christmas is the most glorious in dazzling grandeur!
My grandmas’ favorite delicacies are already served
Sumptuous meals with lots of fruits and pretty flowers
Grandpas’ bouquets for grandmas are bountifully ready
My dad and uncles’ decorations are all around amazingly
No need to climb a ladder and connect lights on electricity
For they’ve already set by saints, angels, Joseph and Mary
They’re all the paradise' stewards of a Heavenly Party
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“Grandpa, when did you fall in love with Grandma?” His grandson asked one day.
His grandpa thought before he answered…for that was Grandpa’s way.
“Falling in love with your grandma was was easy”
as he spoke these words Grandpa beamed.
“You see I have always believed and trusted in the power of my dreams.”
“I grew up with a dreamcatcher in my room, just like you, given to me by my dad.
That dreamcatcher allows the good dreams in and filters out the bad.”
“With only good dreams coming through…and all the bad dreams blurred
while I sleep each night it allows the whispers of my ancestors to be heard.”
“I didn’t know it at the time…
but the dream of your grandma was being set
by the whispers of my ancestors…created long before we met.”
“I was always taught that my ancestors set my dreams…
but I must do my part
for the only way to catch a dream…is with an open heart.”
“I’m blessed my ancestors guided me to your grandma…
for she and I were meant to be…
and I’m just as blessed her ancestors guided her to me.”
Grandpas face lit up as he watched Grandma walk into the room…
“But our story doesn’t end there.” He said. “as you might presume.”
Dreaming with our eyes closed allows the whispers of our ancestors
to become our guide…
but it’s up to us to live our dreams.” He smiled at Grandma…
”with our heart and eyes open wide.
Earlier this year an earthquake happened.
It was either during the late night or sunless morning.
The shaking of the earth woke me from slumber.
Only my mother telling me everything was okay,
Had my panic driven mind go silent.
After the event,
I felt that everything around me shaking.
My paranoid mind keeps feeling the earth vibrate.
Nothing happen time after time.
Panic still grips me tight as I wait for another earthquake.
Whether my mind is straining to sleep longer
Or wide awake during the day,
Tremors of an earthquake keep haunting my mind.
It wasn't long when I felt these tremors within myself.
The tremors match my grandpa's declining health.
In and out of the hospital,
Multiple organs failing,
Too tired to keep going on.
The earthquake in approaching faster than I'm ready.
Tremors nearly daily.
Unexpected crying and random sadness.
Hardly a day goes by without anxiety strangling my heart.
Only God knows what will happen to grandpa.
Too late to be the previous day too early to be the next day.
Grandpa has passed away.
Mama and grandma went to see him,
I didn't have the strength to say good-bye.
All of my grandpas are gone.
The fading tremors off in the distance have left me devastated.
grandpa’s boot went missing on a Tuesday night
It’s weird he told every relative in sight
I know I left it right here by the door
Some rolled their eyes, others looked on the floor
I knew the faeries had taken it, but did not tell him.
My elf friend named pal had it clutched next to his chin.
I watched them scurry it out at midnight, tis true.
But I kept a confidence for my friends Bunny and Boo.
Bunny and Boo are the elves who live in faerie fey.
They needed a house, I mean, one, right away.
Their baby was coming, and they needed this boot.
I pretended to aid grandpa and said “well, now, shoot!”
grandpa was excited about his new toy
he brought us to his den, he was bursting with joy
what is it? We asked him, for none of us knew
he laughed until he was crying, but he was not blue
do you have an inkling? He queried, hoping we did.
we guessed all kinds of things, but its function was hid.
he got out a record and asked if we knew what it was
we had no idea at all – not even our smart cousin, Cuz.
he lifted a lever on the machine and put the disc in quick.
you have to make sure there is no dust, he told my brother Dick.
music started playing and grandpa began dancing with a jerk.
we grandkids started laughing; we can do this too, but with a lot less work.
For years at our cabin a family location signpost stood
to remind any of us when to the cabin we roam,
We’re part of an extended family…and when we’re not in the cabin
where we all call home.
But, over the years, as our family has grown and moved around…
those arrows were no longer accurate…and were showing signs of deterioration….
So this year we decided that old family location signpost needed renovation.
We settled on a family mushroom…
because a mushroom symbolizes new beginnings, good fortune and re-birth,
and using an old fence post of Grandpas and his old post hole diggers…
we secured it to the Earth.
When we realized our family had grown so large…as families are wont to do
we decided one mushroom wasn’t enough…so we erected two.
For the top of the posts (now our mushroom stems)
In the garage we found two old purple saucer sleds…
and deciding they would work as mushrooms caps…we painted them bright red.
Deborah painted white spots on the cap…and those spots aren’t alone…
because along each stem every family member has a white spot of their own.
All of our spots occupy places on the stems…easy for everyone to see
Diane and Fred are at the top…having been the creators of this cabin…
and the heart and soul of our family.
You may notice there are still a lot of blank spaces on our mushroom stems…
just in case you want to know…
this gives our family…just like mushrooms…plenty of room to grow.
Which means we’ll be adding new spots…
which will keep our mushroom patch and our family strong
whenever new husbands, new wives, new partners…and new babies come along.
I mentioned the reasons why we chose a family mushrooms patch…
but it’s so much more than that…
For now we have a family symbol…that not only epitomizes our family’s love…
but is also good for us…because as everybody knows
mushrooms….are low in calories and fat.
School gets out at one o’clock instead of three-thirty.
The teenagers drive around the town square, cuddled up.
Parents are calling to make sure they are wearing coats.
Grandmas are making chili, and grandpas are snoozing.
They picture their grandchildren home, safely drinking cider.
The air is frigid cold; no one should be out here.
Faces turn red in seconds, lips are chapped.
Teenagers are laughing, inside warm vehicles,
Twirling around on black ice, sliding into bushes
Small animals wish they were hibernating. Their feet freezing.
Icicles hang from the front of houses, glistening and blinking.
Frost on top of snow makes it dazzle like rhinestones
The blue white of the ground is lovely enough to make you cry.
Children are arguing with their parents, wanting to be out there.
Most come in within minutes, after realizing how brittle the wind is.
Others have to wait until they can barely walk on frostbitten toes.
Faces are pressed to windows, watching squirrels scurry.
One lone black dog attempts to walk across the snow
In a labored way, making slow progress
Mom and Dad are cooking pizzas, speaking of their own snow days
The youngest children are listening, attempting to relate
The others are looking at pictures of California on their I-phones
Snow Day 2020 is not so terribly different than Snow Day 1964
Snowdrifts, black ice, freezing rain on top of snow, interstates closed.
Making a memory as children begin frosting snowflake sugar cookies.