Long Grumps Poems
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all gym op Ill chumps free caw’s paces.
ball brim bop dill thumps see jaw’s maces.
call crim cop grill pumps knee saw’s cases.
nonsensical word play is the aces!
doll dim drop shrill humps plea yaw’s places.
fall flim flop frill rumps tree slaw’s glaces.
hall him hop jill lumps dee flaw’s races.
sing song rhythm leaves graces.
enthrall limb lop bill dumps knee straw's laces
mall mim mop cill grumps lee vaw's faces
paul prim pop hill stumps wee heehaw's praces
melody keeps me jumping glaces
saul stem stop zill mumps jee gnaw’s braces
tall grim plop thrill plumps zee draw’s vasesp
wall whim whop pill frumps kee shaw’s daces
loving this poem and her traces.
Boy Grinch
The boy grinch went home crying to his mom
"I don't think I am loved by anyone
Can't agree with all my pals say or do
And they won't listen to my point of view."
"Now you just come listen to me, my son
Free speech is entitled to everyone
And they're allowed to have their share of fun
So go tell 'em that from this moment on."
"It's you that must change attitudes, dear son
So do your best always from this day on"
Grinch slunk away and began thinking hard
Then felt a stirring occur in his heart.
From that moment on he began to change
Smiling at all folk who came within range
The response he got gave him great pleasure
Knew he'd not have the grumps again, ever.
Then he gave his mom a kiss and a hug
Thanked her for all of her caring and love
She told him, "son you are my joy, my pride
I knew one day you'd find goodness inside."
He knew in heart it must be how Scrooge felt
He'd found out what Christmas was all about
It's the giving, sharing, caring and love
And rejoicing in our gift from above.
At that he went out shouting loud and clear,
"God Bless, Merry Christmas, Happy New Year.”
Christmas 2020
I've been told I'm much too sensitive
my eyes leak tears like a used sieve
I cry over sad movies, words in a book
so go ahead and give me that 'look'
Sometimes I cry goodbye on the phone
So what? I wasn't chiseled out of stone
Tell me I get my feelings hurt too fast
I'll say I cry from memories of my past
Don't tell me I need to restrain the flow
Maybe I've suffered more than you know
I can take being knocked around by my foes
those who bitterly want to step on my toes
But words from someone I really care about
cause me to frown with my mouth in a pout
I'm a sensitive woman who tends to cry
if I tell you I don't, I've told you a lie
I would never intentionally hurt anyone
If I like you, I'll tease you, but it's in fun
Falling tears may not be in fashion
I don't think it's a crime to have passion
So please don't think I'm being a grumps
if you do I'll get down in the dumps
I've been told that I'm a tough cookie
you can make bet on that with any bookie
I'll be your friend, honest and true
but don't hurt me 'cuz it'll make blue
Golden is silence, words often said
Written words linger inside one’s head
Poets have ways of leaving their mark
In the stars and inside someone’s heart.
Reader and writer may never meet
Yet words swing along to one's heartbeat
It’s a poets gift of art come through
That lifts one's spirit when life is blue.
Poems of love leave one warm and snug
Alike being tucked up in a rug
Those of faith, there’s many can relate
They guide folk to the Lord’s golden gate.
Tribute poems melt the toughest hearts
They mean so much, are top of the charts
To recipients words mean a lot
They're alike sweets from a candy shop.
Poetic humour brightens one’s day
A laugh a day keeps the grumps away
And in the silence of loneliness
Cheer up poems are simply the best.
Not fretting couldn’t be gladder about getting podgy?
Forgetting about a stodgy bladder that’s definitely dodgy?
Sadder even snotty about needing a potty..regretting being dotty
Betting some grotty grumps about bumps & lumps anything spotty
Sometimes memory stumps.. only remember embers now befuddled
Somehow the huddled cast of the distant past still cuddled
Ashes of once clear flashes of near yesteryear appear muddled
Ribald oracle.. grinning about going bald...hair thinning
Apart from the ears and nose where it shows..grows & flows
Can't pretend follicle foes & woes.. do descend dear friend
Clearer you're now nearer to the rear end than the beginning
Refined increasingly find you do become more kind
Other than the tumour of another baby boomer
Defined needy seedy greedy.. must feed me consumer
Not a rumour..increasingly I pined for candour and humour
Chaps can perhaps blossom as a wined & dined late bloomer
No remorse.. scheming larrikin leaning's still in force
Gleaning the gleaming meaning of life is all about giving
Dreaming.. loving.. smile beaming and "living" of course
Bah! Humbug! 'Tis again that time of the year,
When I must go hither and yon spreading good cheer.
Ho, ho, hoing as wriggling brats sit upon my knees,
Boring me with their interminable pleas!
I try to animate the beast with the shiny red nose.
The other cantankerous brutes won't rally 'til he goes.
This year, please clear the snow off your roofs!
If one breaks a leg I have no spare hoofs!
How about leashing your beloved family mutt!
Frankly, I'm weary of being nipped on the butt!
And I'm getting sick of your crummy cookies and milk.
How about some salami and cheese or something of that ilk!
I've really suffered a most ruinous year.
Mrs. Claus and those pesky elves formed a union up here,
Working less hours and demanding more pay!
I doubt I'll have enough toys to fill the sleigh!
If I sound somewhat like I have the grumps,
I've just been feeling down in the dumps.
Folks, I need your help to make me merry.
This whole Christmas thing I alone cannot carry!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
I never expected to feel this way,
With old age now having a lot of the say,
Yet these feeling won't go away,
And long may they stay.
Every day now these feelings point the way,
No matter what old age cares to say,
These feelings refuse to go away,
And I am keener than ever for them to stay.
Every day I find a new way,
To change what old age has to say,
And not give these feelings away,
Feeling better about myself each day they prolong their stay.
I feel new challenges are coming my way,
About which old age will have no say,
As I chase my grumps away,
And invite me to stay.
I only see the good things yet to come my way,
If I don't let old age have all the say,
Fun and laughter will never be far away,
However long I have left to stay.
He was a grumpy old man
And there was no one at the funeral to deny it.
Even he didn't pretend to be otherwise.
Yet the whole town turned out
To pay their respects.
All but the very young stood at the podium
To farewell this grumpy old man,
In words that big city folk would call derogatory,
But to this grumpy old man it would have been seen
As speaking plainly with heartfelt honesty.
For even when grumpy and he was most of the time,
No one in need did he ever turn away,
He was generous with his time.
And his money though plenty,
Never made the bank rich.
In between his grumps he even gave out some sound advice.
In case you are wondering what they put on his headstone
The choice was obvious to all who had given him the time of day.
"He was our grumpy old man"
Somedays I feel like I'm surrounded by bars and bricks
encaged on a stage in tar that sticks.
There's an agonisingly unfamiliar reflection in the mirror,
as my eyes detect an unrecognisable inferior figure.
I can't see the stars in the sky at night,
and the sun doesn't rise to provide daylight,
creating days filled with unpleasant darkness,
feeling the hate, I will for heaven sent brightness.
It would be nice to see a flicker,
a shooting star or something quicker,
as my impaired eyes see unseeingly at paradise.
It seems these days have perfected imperfection and sadness,
as though infected but immune to antidote injections that stop madness,
and the bad feel projecting out onto these days seemingly disastrous.
So I turn to alcohol and slowly increase the dose
and down the booze until I doze,
to awake with the shakes that alcohol creates,
reaching straight for the glass of straight voddy,
drowning myself down in hate toward the junkie category.
A way I find carries me through this hell that flattens me,
clouding my mind, shielding hurt that comes with thinking clarity.
Leaving me imprisoned and unable to escape this reality.
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Somedays I feel like I'm surrounded by bars and bricks,
so I drink water and take vitamins to get far from my minds tricks.
My mind digs up thoughts sick and twisted
from the ditches of the mental scars life inflicted.
I see a full moon but no stars in the sky at night.
There must be a faint cloud blocking that far travelled light.
Throughout the day I stay active as it distracts the gloom
and subtracts it until a world seemingly more attractive resumes.
I shrug off the booze and don't meet the thugs
that deal drugs and rise above a life for chumps.
I start these days feeling down in the dumps,
but if I live the right way I move passed the grumps.
I feel that just the moonlight moves me to comfort,
I perk as I forget today and all that work.
Tomorrow is another first,
I think life offers more than I deserve.
1.
Murders in congress
grimly ponder on parapet walls
on the grim reality of lost homes
and loved ones yet unborn -
their casual caws more muted
than the usual cacophony
of careless camaraderie.
2.
The still dark night
of scintilla-ed canopy
and eerie filigreed fingers
of flora bereft of foliage once lush
limned against the pallor of
moonlight mocking at men
reduced and humbled now
from their hubris then.
3.
Candlelight dinners
bereft of the trappings and finesse,
a gourmet's grumps bring together
rediscovered ties
of familial bonds under the thickened web
of electronic sludge and slime
now briefly removed.
4.
The sweet lullaby of a
distant mercenary generator
puts me to sleep
in the comfort of knowing
that i am not alone.
Troglodytes in surreal settings.