Long Grandpas Poems
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29 Aug 2014 6:53 pm
Adult playland
Time stands still in
a magical land
come let me show
you, just take my
hand
No children can come
here its only for
the grown
A place to relax a
far away home
There are trees
filled with fruits
and nuts
and shady spots for
tired butts
A sweet spring pond
with minnow fish
you can soak you
feet or skinny dip
A small white
mountain with a
horse and wagon full
of hay
You can ride up
enjoy the sight then
sliegh ride back the
same day
Lots of rides and
things to do
like hide and seek
and jump rope too
There's a giant
stair case with
padded towels
To slide a bumpy
ride down
Fire flys light the
night
and love to be
caught then back to
flight
No worry for
mosquitoes and the
biting fly
There are friendly
bats and on those
they dine
Croaking frogs and
crickets sing
sweet smelling
flowers forever
spring
Butterfly's so
beautiful and free
put on a show for
you and me
A big front porch
with rocking chairs
and old hound dogs
and cats napping
without care.
Old grandpas with
jumpy knees they
shrink you down and
bounce you all you
please
Grand ma shouts wash
your hands at the
fountain there
wash your face and
comb your hair
Dinner is ready and
boy its good
Now hurry before its
cold if you would
Back yard raised
fried chicken and
real buttered corn
on the cob
Mashed potatoes and
gravy and thanks
first to God
Green beans and
apple pie cold milk
to spare
No ones a stranger
so pull up a chair
It's all waiting
there for you
It's there in your
heart and easy to
get to
Just remember the
good child hood
times
and sing and
remember those fun
childhood rhymes
Loose Magic
Pee-a-boo, I see you...
Got your nose,
and not your toes.
Skipping rocks,
and bubbles in the park.
Eye contact from across the room,
notes passed in study hall...
hearts that have wings,
and bells that ring.
Puppy dogs, with wet licks,
kitty cats, and purrs...,
no ticks.
Learning to swim,
hunting for frogs...
playing with pollywogs.
Picnics, and fireworks,
a first kiss
a second chance,
a wedding dance.
Babies being born,
grandmothers cooking cookies,
grandpas riding tractors in the fields.
Life is good when we let it be,
all the mysteries left free.
“If the wind will not serve, take the oars” ~ Latin Proverb
When the gale turns deaf to the compass card,
And the sail hangs limp as a poet’s soul,
We do not wait for the whistling lard,
Nor pray to the breeze for a distant goal.
We ship the silk, and we grease the palms,
With oars carved out of our grandpas’ teeth,
Rowing through oceans of ticking calms,
And skies of velvet that yawn beneath.
The ocean turns to a marmalade sea,
While jellyfish hum an electric tune,
We row with a furious, frantic glee,
To park our barge on the silver moon.
For what is a zephyr but airborne gold?
And what is a tempest but ego’s draft?
We carry the tides in a chalice of old,
And steer with the madness of watercraft.
So spit in the face of the static air!
”If the wind will not serve, take the oars,”
The currents obey when the fools do dare.
”And muscle their way when the inner heart soars.”
My grandpa shocked a copper
Flashed him with a toothless smile
Dropped his trousers, bared his bottom
Like he’d planned it all the while
Nicked him good and proper
You'll be locked up for the night
You can't go baring all your bits
And giving folk a fright
Questioned later in a cell
Tell me why you flashed your butt
And why on earth you did it
Smirking like a mangy mutt
He blamed it all on grannie
Said that it was her idea
She had a strange solution
To the problem on his rear
The copper asked what she had said
To make make his manic dash
Grinning like a Cheshire cat
And giving folk a flash
Well he'd told her of the boil
That was hurting on his bum
He couldn't even take a seat
Which made him feel so glum
So how is she the reason
The duty copper said
You were smiling, you were flashing
And not at home in bed
She's always said a problem halves
If you will only share it
But this time all she said was that...
I’d have to grin and bare it
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.
Grandpa's Love
Of all the different kinds of love with which we could be blessed,
perhaps it is our Grandpas love that ranks among the best.
What truly matters most in life, he's lived enough to know
and nothing's more important than to help his family grow.
All the little twists and turns that life has thrown so far,
times have changed alot since then but he's been where we are.
Grandpa knows how difficult adversity will be.
He's had his share of ups and downs and seen what our eyes see.
Grandpa has a gift to give that makes his life complete.
It's wisdom for the life we'll live, a gift that's bitter-sweet.
The years it takes to know such things consumed most of his days.
So little time we've left to learn from Grandpas wiser ways.
To see his family better off because of what he shared,
just knowing even one of us had listened so and cared,
A right of passage draws complete, accomplished and fulfilled
with all the things that matter most, successfully instilled.
The day will come when Grandpa won't be there to see us through
but all the things he taught us still remain forever true.
Just look inside your searching hearts, for there will Grandpa be,
saying "Do your best, stay the course and protect your integrity!"
-Jeannie Cronin
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.
I think it's always been there
just in the back of my mind where
a moral spin
of subtle children's interpretations
recalled a story told in Babcis and Dziedzic explanations;
(grandmas and grandpas) *
Some men and women find themselves in darkness lost
just like the solitary man in the moon at winter frost,
he or she led a life distorted
wallowed in the lust of flesh, greed, lie, and sin
until one day, the life itself had come to a desperate tragic end;
life's lessons well remembered,
he or she sought forgiveness from Hell's embers
and the spirit of the Lord heard
listened hopefully to the imploring words
asking forgiveness for the lessons learned;
the answer came with a yes
but first a life long test
a message for the rest
be guide, be light
on every cold December night;
"until time's end, then
at the apocalypse of noon
forever be -
the man, the women, learned teacher
in the face of the moon."
Joseph May
Fabled Musings
2/7/21
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
Hosted by our Christmas Lord, our God the Almighty!
Dec. 28. 2022 1.18pm
Christmas in Heaven: A focus on loved ones in Heaven at Christmastime
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