Short Grandfathers Poems

bent winter elm sways
brittle and cracking 
like grandfathers bones




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Bubbling azure streams
Are like grandfathers cooing
At newborn infants





My first attempt at haiku...

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Sweet little child,

      patting his,
    
              Grandfathers

back so tenderly.

Written 5-15-15...

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An extravagance of leisure
   —exploiting the time

Beyond the reach of my Grandfathers
   —the joy and the pain

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)...

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The extravagance of leisure
   —to have exploited spare time

Beyond the reach of my grandfathers
  —beyond the joy and the pain

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)...

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Gale
Gripping
Gyrating 
Godforsaken
Go

Gone
Greenhouse
Grandfathers
Gillyflower
Good


Written 10th March 2019
Contest: Light Up The Page 2
Sponsor: Joseph May
3rd place...

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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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No matter how patriotic or disgusted
they feel about war,
keep the kids
close to their Grandfathers.

Talk to the old guys,
hold them close if they cry.

Be there when they remember,
what humans can do
for their country....

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Grandfathers teeth
are strange,
says Jimmy
who is five years
They come out
of his mouth at night
He looked quite
stunned and shocked
Of all things ...
he gets a little scared
for what could happen
With his mouth full
of chocolate





A-L Andresen 15.06.2015 :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved...

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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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The wind is whispering Wisshkobi Ode,
I hear the drums beat, beating in my head;
as above the wise grandfathers still tread.

__________________________
September 30, 2019


Poetry/American Doublet
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1185-015-02
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

For FFI Blog Series 14 - American Doublet
Brian Strand

Podium Place 1...

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Thinking back in my life
I wonder how i met you
But
I Know in my heart it was my grandfathers beautiful spiritual presents
That made us two
Then their was a wedding
And
A baby made us three
Later twice more i was blessed
After that,
You can be certain i needed rest
This is my wonder wall 
to good to be true
And
It all started with my grandfather's wink
which would lead me to you....

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Jesus was a carpenter. So was Popi. Mary was a virgin,
So were me and my mothers. I had white grandfathers,
And black. I'm a Southern Bell like my birth Mother.
Fences, with no borders. Still waters run, ponds, fish.
Dock of the bay. Salty mists cleanse the soulful sound.
Crabs run into shells while I build sandcastles. Neptune.
Soon I'll see Jesus, Popi, Mother, sandcastles in the sky....

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So you think tortoise
   won the race,
not so.

Today the last
of hare's descendants
      passed on.

On his death
bed from his
lips came this,

"My great, great, 
so many grandfathers
   was bribed,

to throw the race
to the tortoise
by the way of carrots.

His greatest weakness,
you didn't really think
the tortoise could have
won do you." then he passed on.

wrote 4-14-07...

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ABANDON all senses  to catch the dancing fire    of indescribable 

emotions trapped deeply within the Soul of No Mouth -- 

tell the birthing stars  our carbon body is as old as their grandfathers and 

grandmothers  but our love and great Tiny minds grapple with 

inconceivable thoughts        but mostly of grand words structured tightly around 

the Spirit of the Poet!

:: 02.29.2020 ::...

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I have outlived my life.
My son-in-law opens doors for me,
drags my oxygen tank around
on a metal cart.
I stop at every intersection,
waiting for honks.
I cannot see the lights.

Sometimes,
I go out to dinner,
alone.
“How many tonight, sir?”
“Just one; just me.”
I follow the hostess to a booth,
set for two.
She smiles at me as she removes
one set of silverware,
and I stare
at the empty space
in front of me....

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Home fried chicken, smelling up the whole house
The squeak of a tiny gray baby church mouse
The summer rain smelling up the warm breeze
The sight of my Granny always shelling peas
The twinkling of the stars in the sky above
A sunshine day full of pure and free love
Lightning bugs buzzing all around my head
Butterflies floating amid the pink rose bed
The sweet sugary taste of a juicy gum ball
The sound of my grandfathers southern drawl...

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The grandfather clock stood silent
it had stood the test of time defiant
seen babys born and many dawns
but now just stands silent

the little lad shouts his dad
my grandfathers clocks gone silent
some keys fit hearts and other clocks
and this ones  spring needs winding

a few turns later the spring is sprung
and grandfathers clock strikes eleven
dad looks outside sees natures also come alive
and says son  look the spring as sprung outside....

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~Homeless~

A lost guardian angel, sitting on the edge of everything 
I push my shopping cart along the cracks of destiny  
My house sits on the corner of every mission street
My tin coffee cup feeds on caring heartbeats
My possession is the icon of war, six missing buttons
Navy and white my grandfathers 70-yr-old military tunic.

My Jacket-  My blanket
My Jacket from which I am inseparable
My Jacket - represents the mobility of life

This Jacket is my home....

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