Grandmother Prose Poetry Poems

He is twelve and kind-hearted. 
I agree to try another video game because I love him.
He keeps giving me glowing reviews.
“You are doing well, grandma!”
“You...

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Loveable clowns. Doing tricks. Exciting grownups.
I am four. They terrify me. Their faces looks weird.
I hate their red lips.
Reminds me of blood.
More afraid of them...

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incessant talkers bother me.
I leave the room upon their arrival,
not caring if I hurt their feelings, for I know they
do not notice, it always being...

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     Grandfather's rose bushes


My grandfather loved his roses. He would care for them and ensure they survived the Winter. He was...

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Last night I dreamed Rhonda and I were so desperate for income that we either started or were hired by a grandma sex hotline.

I don't...

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Your smile is my ray of hope 
The light at the end of my tunnel 
The rainbow on my cloudy day 
Your smile my daughter...

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Once upon a time
Earth was formed
by Yang light radiance
and Yin moonlight flow of tidal grace.

From Her Eastern hemisphere tidal waves
and deep ocean rivers,
prevailing winds and...

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I don't know when it happened.
I don't know when she came,
But she's the one I always knew,
Grandma was her name.

She taught me how to tie...

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There was an oak tree in the front yard,
and my baseball in the gutter,
there was a cookie jar full of cookies,
made with Crisco, never butter.

There...

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Always respect this combination of fire and wind,
she tentatively said,
after having listened for healthy and pathological winds
regenerating and degenerating,
investing in and divesting of,
yeasty flames of...

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A Day Well Finished 

At the closing of the day:
As the shadows fade from light.
I pause for a moment to pray;
Before welcoming in the night.

Sage...

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If, 
in the NorthWestern Hemisphere,
each Earth Day's EgoCenter
includes a Bicycle Warrior for True EcoLogic,

If,
in South and Eastern Hemispheres,
each Earth Day and Full GrandMother Moon
Allah-Brahman Night...

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A society
culture
religion
humane species
forgetting,
or more likely under-valuing,
how to regeneratively suffer loss
may never have learned to face our universal fear of death
as a badge of permaculturing respect,
dignity...

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If MoonLight frames GrandMother,
and GrandFather radiates SolarPower of Synthesis
then Mother emerges as Earth’s BiLaterally yin-yin
win-win FlowingSpinning Rivers
baptizing embryonic holonic ecosystems,
and Father emerges as Universe’s DNA-Yang...

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Kathleen

My name
is hers.
Sort of.
Similar yet different
because I am.
Altered,
this strong Irish name for a 
weak Sicilian nonna.
Heart it was.
Children’s laughter killed her,
roared his grief.  
They...

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Life According To Me

GREAT PEOPLE:
I have observed that some of the shortest lives contributed so much more than most. We all have known of many...

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Doc
By Curtis Johnson 

God made the mold, locked it up,  and threw away the key.         ...

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Cucu, maitu 

Now that am older
I seek more answers 
In the same manner I did 
Those days gone, of fetching firewood to cook a cherished...

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What My Grandma Said
By Curtis Johnson

I never knew her as a big talker
She was to me a great listener
She was also a great observer

I have...

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What My Grandma Taught Me
By Curtis Johnson

No.  She never sat me down and said,          ...

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