Grandmother Nonsense Poems

Giving gifts ~ required boxes are filled ...

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Gnarled fingers shook off the snow
Waking the frosted sparrows
An old grandmother Elm sighed.


A feral cat
Creeps along a city street
No pity kitty


A cold rain
Slows the slugs
Fast...

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10,000

The cows are all dead. 
They died in the heat, 
or so they said. 
I feel sorry for the cows, 
but more sorry for the...

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Cake Mix

On the way home, 
I stopped at the store. 
I bought a cake mix, 
yellow, as they were out of 
chocolate and white. 

Yellow...

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The crazy neighbor down the street from me,  
always had her multi colored polka dotted curtains open for all to see.  
Music is...

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The boiling pot,                      ...

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Today I write just for you                                       ...

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Morality how are you
overdue with no clue 
run for your life 
and take no wife  
love how you answered  
in good standard ...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Shadow Lights

Have you ever noticed? 
When you sit your hands upon the keys. 
If you close your eyes, 
just right...
not too tight, no peeking, but...

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Yesterday

We 
that can remember
keep-alive
those that have been forgotten,
in the small room,
the place in our hearts,
where God 
plants the best flowers,
and no tears…
fall....

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Fading Paper Dolls

Slowly leaving things out, 
important and then, 
not so much. 

Angry people that believe 
they are slighted, 
or given less value, 
found wrong...
as...

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Angels Sing

I hear them, 
all the time. 
When I pick up my child, 
and hold her close, 
her breath…
Harps; lovely,
faraway, 
and distant.

When I go to...

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Goodbye

I waved as you left the drive. 
I heard your sweet voice… 
ever cheerful.

Hours passed. 
I did the dishes. 
I cleaned up. 
I got ready...

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Pumpkin Pie

Warm fresh, aromatic…
nutmeg, cinnamon, clove(s)…ssss…. 

Butter crust, 
hand mixed, 
hand rolled,
by a 100 year old pin. 
Loved on,
by the cook. 

Flakes of heaven, 
peeled...

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