Long Granny Poems
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My tale goes back fifty years to my boyhood days,
to a mansion three stories high near the road way,
we boys aged ten, with girls not allowed to play,
our family rules were strict, we better obey!
the girls had their own groups and played away from boys,
so shy, they were home with mums and liked girlish toys!
on way to school, would pass them by, greet them with Hi!
beyond such brief exchanges there were no further ties!
May’s summer scorching heat brought us school holidays,
two months of sheer delight, thanks to Sun’s sizzling rays!
up early morning, time was ours to waste and slay,
played under banian tree covered in dust and clay!
cricket, favourite sport, under shade of the tree,
local priest would referee, if we did not agree!
some days he would even serve snacks with homemade tea!
our playground was near his place from where he could see!
an old granny was spectator from her thatched house,
cheering loud from her chair in white saree and blouse,
lonely she enjoyed our game having lost her spouse,
would reward us with sweets, with milk from her own cows!
decade past went to see where my childhood had been,
tree was gone, granny had died and priest was not seen,
a young lady greeted me so pretty and lean,
first meeting with my future wife, then in her teen!
Having one's person embellished with tattoos is all the rage today.
Used to be that only carousing tars got tattooed in old Mandalay!
They might have an 'anchor' or 'Mother' branded upon their chest,
Their ship's name or a naughty quote of which they were obsessed!
As an inquisitive lad I paid a dime to see tattooed ladies on a dare,
Where they 'bared' their gaudy hides at a carnival or the county fair!
Nowadays, for free I can see 'art' displayed on gals sashaying down the street.
Some are very discreet - others flaunt tatoos most everywhere replete!
Let me hasten to say it's none of my affair - I think they're very brave,
But do they realize they're stuck with the things 'til planted in the grave?
I can hear this question from their grandkids when they become a granny:
"Nana! What are all those funny pictures doing on your arms and fanny?"
Entry for Carol Eastman's "Humor Contest"
5/20/17
Regardless of if I never get to see or reach the grand finale
Doing not too shabby
I may not exactly
Be all that happy
Yet when things turn out badly and sadly
Can't stay feeling crappy
Memory occasionally somewhat foggy and patchy
Not trying to be too wacky
Or flashy
Just want to be more crafty
Handy
And canny
Take care of my granny
And the rest of the family
Stock up the pantry
Pour them some brandy
And buy some domestic and foreign candy
Serve them food first and myself lastly
And appreciate the simple things, not just what is fancy
Near and far from any valley
As well as waters with or without algae
I am not familiar with necromancy
And have no idea if we are related to chimpanzees
Under the torch of the crescent moon
On bare pants and catty eyes
Our hearts yawn for the story line
Our ears gulp saliva, hungry to hear
The tasteful recipe that ooze so sweet
Beneath the canopy of the oha tree
Crossed legs on our raffia mats
Nothing else could cross our hungry minds
That had waited all through the crawling day
Mama dare not need me now
We calmly pray
As granny opened her wrinkled lip
That proved her scanty teeth
No matter how brown they are
It never faulted her warm smile
Nor the moral message that spiced it
But gave us warmth outside the chilly breeze
She carefully told those tales with lessons
And asked her questions too
But when we knew the story was over
Was when we woke from our spring beds
The moon I was told is my uncle,
from days when I was in the cradle,
they showed me the moon to make me eat,
other distractions like birds that tweet.
So grew up to believe moon was male,
one day brighter another day pale,
I even drew moustache on his face,
and manly spectacles on his gaze.
Many stories told under his rays,
cuddling to granny in good old days,
how he would watch over us every night,
except nights when he was out of sight!
When in love we looked up to the Moon,
his waxing, waning kept us in tune,
he lit our hearts with romantic thoughts,
we loved his smile, mysterious spots.
Poets many have changed Moon’s sex at will,
to suit situations and their quill,
from Arabs to Greeks he, she or it,
my Uncle moon doesn’t care a bit!
He continues to glow, reflect Sun,
and he takes a bow when its all done,
generations have been and perished,
Moon will always be loved and cherished!
To confirm my beliefs, asked my friend,
clever school teacher from the street end,
He said I was right, to prove it soon,
he showed me picture of Ban ki-Moon!
Premier contest winner (6)
Written 6/Aug/2021
is the Moon male or female or both poetry contest
Chantelle Anne Cooke sponsored
9 syllables each line!
Fall is the most beautiful time of the year for me, with its blushing
Apples and fruitful trees dressed in zesty rubious healthy leaves with
Luminous fruit hanging off its stems, like galas, granny smiths, and fuji
Leaves of multi colored sunburnt shades of yellow, gold and brown
Inside the orchard, ladders, bushels, straw hats and farmer pant- grins
No better place to be then underneath an Autumn tree when every
Golden leaf shimmer-shimmies before swiveling down at your feet
Leaves that dance and shuffle-shake before landing in your hands
Earthing to the ground covering you with giant leafy dry crispy limbs
Arrest the night, stop the moon, hold the stars, its time to listen to the
Voices of the night, the falling leaves have their sorrowful story to tell
Ease into their season with a quiet soul. Help them say goodbye to the
Summer. After all it is the season of Autumn, a time for falling leaves.
September 27, 2021
Mornings, light and smiling
Coffee brewing, black
Meat frying in a cast iron skillet
Grease, flour and milk, stirred together
Gravy poured over steaming biscuits
Granny’s breakfast – typically
Grown to life from a wood cookstove
Noon, gentle sunshine
Picking cornfield beans, breaking
The beans and then washing them
Placing them into a vessel, a pot
Seasoned with pork - fatback
Cooking over the sweaty heat
Of that stove where oak and birch
Smoked with flames of dripping
Perspiration falling from faces
Who were encouraged to listen
With wistful wishes warming
Hearts who know Granny’s garden
Will sustain the whole lot of a family
From the Appalachian mountains
Evening, flickering fireflies
Dancing through the night
Flavoring the heart with joy
As the porch swing squeaks to life
Reminding the heart that loves
Lives here, amid the beans and trees
The biscuits and pork drippings
Grease for gravy, seasonings
And the mind just a bit gladder
Because there is this devotion
Family with foundations of love
Brought to life by His presence
It is their faith that awakens
The mind, the heart, the soul
To the light that survives the test
Of time, of memories, of sighs
In the air of reminiscence, memory
Breathing music through the night
Singing praise to the God of love
The reason for all that delights
The wonder of a prayer satisfied
To the memory – this is the good life!
u CHOOSE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Theme chosen - 15.Love
April 9, 2022
GRANNY'S LOVE:
On every matter, she keeps me counseled,
So that any wrong plans would be cancelled.
When I'm down, she gets me revived,
And by her love, I strongly get survived.
Nurtured me from childhood as a great granny;
Empowering me from a boy to a good daddy,
Inculcating into me a well-set power,
For me to stand as an outstanding Tower.
Urging me to pray and study the bible,
In order for my life to be equipped and able.
She's such a selfless person,
Who regards the state of her family.
Abysmally, her dream got missing,
Which truly affected her life so badly.
She went through a tough childhood,
And It's evident in her speech and livelihood.
Hence, don't wish anyone to also go through same,
As she's fighting for our future to be safe.
Whenever she hears from me,
The conversation holds a good endgame.
Her heart grows happily, and it gently beats.
Ever wishing the best for me, regardless,
Since she don't want my life to be acrimonious.
When she don't hear from me for a while,
Then she holds me with speculations as she enquires.
Initially, I used to grow mad at her sometimes,
Making her mostly feeling worried.
But she forgave me without even me saying sorry.
I thought she was still treating me like a child,
Until later, I've realised her words are life guide.
I thank Jehovah for my granny,
And I pray she keeps blessing her for me.
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The toolbox lid screeched~
a rusted complaint
against my insistence.
Inside: not wrenches,
but sepia toned photos~
Granny laughing in her kitchen, 1953;
a grocery list “milk, bread, forgiveness”
a psalm fragment glued to bent tin—
“though weeping tarries…”
words bleeding into rust.
Underneath the tray, coiled like a promise~
Uncle Frank’s fishing line, still knotted
to a hook
that snagged nothing
but river ghosts
for thirty years.
Wedged in the corner—
a lottery ticket, expired,
numbers smudged
by thumbprints
that pressed
too hard.
Uncle Frank never won.
But every Tuesday, he’d unfold
that flimsy paper at the diner counter,
coffee steaming~
“Hope’s a stubborn stain,” he’d rasp,
tapping the numbers.
Tonight, rain needles the roof.
I lay the relics on his workbench~
the brittle psalm,
the lost fish,
the ticket dreaming of jackpots
in landfill silence.
No miracles here~
only the quiet hum
of what endures:
the unpegged certainty
that dawns keep coming,
that love stitches its repair
in the dark,
with thread unseen.
GRANNY HAD A WAY WITH WORDS,
THAT HELPED ME UNDERSTAND.
REMEMBER TO WEAR YOUR THINKING CAP,
INTELLIGENCE IS IN DEMAND.
SAY YOUR PRAYERS EVERY DAY AND ALWAYS,
KEEP THE LORD BY YOUR SIDE.
WHEN OPENING THE DOOR OF OPPORTUNITY,
MAKE SURE YOU OPEN WIDE.
YOU'RE GOING TO TRAVEL,
THROUGH TIME IN LIFE.
YOUR TONGUE NEED NOT,
BE AS SHARP AS A KNIFE
A PENNY SAVED IS A PENNY EARNED.
NOW, THAT ONE WAS A WINNER.
ALL THE PENNIES I PUT TOGETHER,
BOUGHT MORE THAN JUST A DINNER.
A STITCH IN TIME WILL SAVE NINE.
KEEP THAT ONE IN MIND.
KNOW THE VALUE OF A DOLLAR,
YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU'LL FIND.
OPEN UP YOUR EARS.
OPEN UP YOUR EYES.
OPEN UP YOUR MIND,
IN TIME YOU WILL BE WISE.
EVERY DAY YOU GO THROUGH LIFE,
THERE IS SOMETHING YOU SHOULD KNOW.
LIFE IS NOT A RERUN,
IT'S YOUR LONGEST RUNNING SHOW.
WE MAY FALL FROM TIME TO TIME .
LIFE ISN'T ALWAYS BLISS.
PUT IT BACK WHERE YOU FOUND IT,
ONE DAY YOUR GOING TO NEED THIS.
I'M JUST LOOKING BACK IN TIME,
TO SEE WHERE I AM GOING.
UNDERSTANDING WHAT GRANNY MEANT,
MEANS I CAN GO FORWARD KNOWING.