Short Grandsons Poems

these boys wear me down
and lift me up on shoulders
— torrentially blest

11/18/2018...

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marshmallows, toothpicks,
m&m’s and pretzel sticks —
snowmen on the fly

12/11/2020...

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Precious,
handsome presents
bestowed by our daughter
and husband to my wife and me.
Grateful....

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parishioner’s prayer answered readily —
grandsons suddenly appear
in twinkling of an eye

11/26/2018...

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Wee old Lady Who
Resides in a tennis shoe
Grandsons live there too

WHEWW!

This is a fractured haiku...

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debris from dark storm
dredged by the leaf skimmer -
grandsons putter* in pool



* to move or act aimlessly or idly...

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One of my grandsons, name of Benjamin
He likes eating toast made with cinnamon
But uses his wits
To not eat his grits
Then excuses himself like a gentleman...

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Gail Blyke 
Died just last night
Kind, loving woman
Survived by 
Her daughter and her three grandsons
Flowers can be sent to 
1456 Primot Drive
Condolences are welcome...

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buttery dough rolled out by my grandsons
blue cup cuts perfect circles
thin and fat cookies bake

buttercream frosting spread by my pumpkins
sugar pearls and confetti
tangerine spirals, stars

10/3/2020...

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At first only one
happy and blessed to have three
two daughters, a son

And wonderful grandkids came from each one...
two grandsons, three granddaughters...fruition!


February 26, 2019

Contest: Charliekucoup
Sponsor: Charles Messina...

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A camping vacation the only kind
The trip with grandsons would be mighty fine
Standing in rush and Spanish Moss
Pictures to remember embossed
Scratching redbugs from hilt to my hairline  

Inspired by Carolyn Devonshire's Vacation Contest
Not an entry...

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After cleaning, carpet still stinks 
I feel I'm going round a rink  
I have no idea where this tale will end 

I got wrapped up in packing books 
Ones my grandsons read, some gave looks 
Memories flooded, wish I could hold them 


A new form I ran across called : Tripadi...

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eap-GRANDMOTHERS

A grandmother loves grandsons:

in the womb, at childbirth

and the times sad or with mirth

by the soul without girth 

in the love, with no dearth

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
     January 12, 2010


Inspired by Poetry Soup member contest:  RHYME TIME 	
Sponsored by: Brian Strand...

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There once was a boy with two sticks.
He bounced on both pogos; planned tricks.
One day he fell down
He laughed like a clown.
Then, sprung off; one foot on each stick.

Copyright March 8, 2015
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest Spring Forward 
(Finished too late to enter, though.)
Sponsor Debbie Guzzi

Inspired by my grandsons!...

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I know three little boys,
who would like some toys,
this year grandpa is to poor
I would like to buy you more,
but saying I love you all,
Tyler, Nick, and Parker,
I know your all getting tall,
wish I could be there,
growing up to fast,
your childhood won't last,
this poem is my gift to you,
it was the only thing I could do.

wrote 12-18-06...

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Im sorry that im gone, 
And nothing is the same,
Im sorry all your left with,
Is a grave that bears my name.

Im sorry the road claimed my life,
And claimed me from you too,
Im sorry i cant be there for you,
And help you make it through.

Im sorry dreams of my passing,
Keep you from your sleep,
Im sorry i missed out on my grandsons,
But their memories I will keep....

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My Poetry Book contains poems about love, family, pets, faith, humor, children, grandsons, 
and analogy..My favorite poem in my Poetry Book is in Senryu Form and reads as follows:





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                                         My love for mankind
                                     Is burning fire when alone
                                       Then I leave my home...

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IT’S ALL ABOUT CATS

Cats with claws stalk,
sitting at the table.
Cats purr and walk —
ready and able.

“Meow...more milk please,”
jumping on each chair.
With wry smiles they tease.
With grand eyes they stare.

1/30/2018
Contest: A Funny Poem For A Seven Year Old

*My two grandsons love cats. Especially the oldest,
who I think would become one, if it were possible!...

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`                 
                               I introduce them...

                    "Mom, this is your granddaughter"
                      "Here, ...meet your grandsons"
      
                         We sit under jaded trees
                      and she tells me she is proud
                                          ~








Inspired by Michael’s “Tanka Me A Dream Contest”
By Carrie Richards...

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Cry empty heart; a lonely tear
that I have always shed.
Through wake of poetry I write
and pray this yearning's fed.

My desire above all
is a reachable impasse.
a hunger starved in childhood gone
and memories I passed.

I wonder if she calls my name,
the daughter - one of four.
The one who brought grandsons to life
and still her eyes ignore.

It's on this day that my heart aches
and one I labor of.
Although a woman I've become,
I crave my mother's love....

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Grandpas Chair..



This is the place where I go to get away. 
No kids to yell at, silence I hear, I can think strait. 
Sometimes my grandsons comes and then wakes me up. 
Grandma worry’s about me falling asleep in the heat. 
So I have to hide my liquor bottles and such.

Everybody needs a place to rest. 
That old dusty chair has been my best.
Sometimes I just need a place to hide. 
My grandkids understand old grandpas chair. 
His place of silence,  his chair of pride....

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tale
from old
Slavic god
idol worshipped
sage  and  protector
season’s spirit
winds obey
chiming
toll

gusts
from gods
stab with blades
of  potent  breath
freezing  the  tundra
and stripping oaks
till summer’s
warm air
wafts

winds
rage on
in  winter
born from the sea
called by Stribog’s horn  
warrior’s  songs
command his
grandsons
blow!


*source: Wikipedia and pagan-soul.blogspot
For Shadow's Gods of Winds Contest, 12/17/14...

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On my street there are many MacMansions
Full of stuff but not many grandsons
No pets with dirty feet
Just black balance sheets
And morality they have abandoned.

These nouveau riche Ole moneyed Scrooges 
Have dinner talk of subterfuges
The poor they abhor
Not a tear on that score
No mangers please, they’ll take cruises.

No room in the Inn “Oh my what a sin”
Said the bankers foreclosing within
No bed for the King?
The streets just the thing 
Perhaps the liberals will let Him in?...

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Sipping Highlander Grogg to the dregs of the press.
Life has slowed in China cup, the Christmas recess
is satisfying as gifts are unwrapped, surprises revealed.
   Headphones
      antique tapestry
         gift cards,
            games appealed,

and many more things, but it’s the smiles
coming from the groggy lips of the miles
it took to spend the loving length of holiday
   with family
      its cache
         gifts of this lifetime
            time with grandsons does pay.

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