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Summertime
Grandfather clock
Slowly adjusting
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Personification
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Yesterday my Grandfather died
Today I found a quarter from 65'
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Haiku
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Garrulous old man
Who chattered like a magpie
Is my grandfather.
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Haiku
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Oak grandfather clock
Offers no words of wisdom
To the new cell phone clock
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Senryu
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lurking clouds unfurl
grandfather clock silent chimes
hush moment broken
10/4/2021
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Light Verse
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My grandfather bitting grams
My faher sending telegrams
I'm now engaged in IT programmes!
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Free verse
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Grandfather
It’s been
So long
For you to
Go so fast
Don’t worry
For this world
Won’t be your last
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Free verse
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in billowing pipe smoke
he laughed like santa
then went to heaven
i was five
posted on March 9, 2021
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Free verse
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Grandfather
I know
You wanted
The best for me
So I will take your advice
And leave alone
The petulance and vice
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Tanka
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In sacred gardens,
your heirloom roses ascend,
the chipped-paint trellis—
in yesterday’s reflections,
where petals fell long ago
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Verse
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Grandfather's Suitcase
He left it,
for me, she says.
Inside it
are his trilby
and the books
we used to read,
and somehow, his scent of pipe.
9-5-2017
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Sijo
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Powers of language of flowers hold significance in my grief.
Pink lily reminding me my grandfather found relief.
Tiger lily reminding me my cousin's life was brief.
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Haiku
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My great great great grandfather...
a long time ago
the people of the longhouse
kept my ancestors
8/17/2018
* I have a bit of Native American in my background :)
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Acrostic
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Clicking ticks in 12 hours of seconds
Long-cased box silently beckons
Obediently, the pendulum swinging sings
Cranking frank of old grandfathers hands
Keeper keeps him pristine where he stands
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Mama Mary taught me crochet
Pa Kemp taught me sure to respect her
Grandmother taught me how to cook foods that please
Grandfather, who was her protector
taught me things that....
I'm still learning.
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Epitaph
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Here lies the best Grandfather,
One who was very considerate.
Remembering him as a child,
I would sit on his lap.
He was a rare person indeed.
He was a colonel in the Army.
Also superlative of a gentelman.
Here lies the best grandfather,
May he rest in peace.
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Rhyme
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Tick-Tock told my Grandfather clock
I was chastised with a chime
Knock-Knock down my door with a rock
I was knocked down in my prime
I was still in shock how He broke my lock
How He stopped my time on a dime
I will always regret, I will never forget
that dreadful day I met Father Time
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Imagism
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As the eagle glides through the air beautiful and free
the spirits are calling "We are Free, We are free."
The indians are dancing around the hot flaming fires of victory.
By Julie Rene leek
Published In Teen Voices National Magazine.
In memory of my Grandfather Rennie Dittmer
May he soar with the Eagles
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The clock , tick , tock, tick , tock.
The grandfather clock
Stood so perfectly on the ceramic wall.
Time frozen, silent and still
The time traveler passes by
Thoughts flying, ideas circling,
Fear manifesting, people panicking,
Babies bowling, danger awaiting
Mothers praying, children dying
The monster arising, Heavens crying.
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Somewhere down the gravel path
each carriage moves slowly
and my great grandfather
lumbers out, not yet ancient
as I drag my hand across my eyes-
these weary feet will also beg
surprise in passersby, as the man keeps
living, the unexpected soldier
going in and out of Walmart
coughing
while the young close their eyes
to pray.
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I sit in a corner, long discarded,
In an attic, so no one can see.
All the memories I hold,
from stories long told,
when sat on your grandfathers knee.
so I sit and I wait in this corner,
hope one day your memories will stir,
remembering the stories
your grandfather told,
sat in this old rocking chair.
25/4/2023
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Free verse
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There will come a cast iron rain
in brown paper sackfuls
carried by frail, dark men
who never share your eye.
And when that day comes,
the skies will tremble,
smiling into hairline cracks
at the seams, awaiting
the drum of an enormous
wooden spoon, old
as Grandfather Mountain
and nimble as time
leaping like a cut-glass trout
in your still, hazel stream.
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in the strong heart society there is one known as the buffalo eye. do the sweat lodge ceremony to speak with the stone turtle. you will see the Lakota sun dance at first light with the canupa. All my relatives... walk the red road, listen to the black road. call to grandfather spotted eagle among the natural people, and red eagle will allow elk trail to use the fire of no end
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Light Verse
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To my grandfather with the golden soul
Who sees through all the lies that are told
By my side you have been offering nothing but
Kindness and love
To me you are my gaurdian angel
There to pick me up in case I fall
To my grandfather with the golden soul
You are straight from the heavens above
Offering me nothing more than kindness and love
copyright2009
amanda vaughn
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Haiku
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Shhh...the sentinels
whisper among themselves, there’s
a human coming...
Do not give away
any secrets to them, they
cannot keep secrets.
Remember what we
learned from old grandfather oak
humans will gossip.
Gaia trusts us all
never divulge her secrets
to human species.
We are trees and we
harbor religiously all
knowledge entrusted.
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