Short Great Grandfather Poems

FUTURE PLAN!
  -Dharga Nagar Safa

Great grandfather,

Planting a mango tree,

Smiling the grandchild!...

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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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I’ve always heard of the way
Great Grandfather was moved by force
Because his tribe wasn’t white of course
While other of my kin took the leads
Staking claims for their families needs
He always cursed the day

By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX...

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There was a time
Before I was born
That my great-grandfather
Could count thirteen forks
At the end of a particular road.
But now it's just a four-way,
A mere intersection
Landmarked by an abandoned building 
and carved granite slab-
Reminders that the way things were
Has changed forever....

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This 
is my
favourite
photograph of
my wonderful great grandfather William.
We both adored his great big bear hugs and
wide beaming smile ...
why did he
have to
die?

Double Tetractys 6 Poetry Contest
Image 3

Checked with how many syllables

Contest sponsored by Eve Rope

11/17/20...

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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 love you but I don’t know you,
  I miss you, though you’ve never been here

I long for what the years have stolen…
   a vacant memory so dear

I feel you across the hallowed spectrum,
  of death and then beyond

Where our spirits write the words together…
   different verses—the same song

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: May, 2019)...

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Her great-grandfather was an Irish lad
with bright red hair. He went to Timbuktu
and met a Muslim, black and beautiful.
Their oldest daughter wed a fair-skinned Jew!

They had a son who wed an Asian girl
with French and Tongan blood, but nobody
can believe the beauty of THEIR daughter -
a stunning product of diversity!



Written 4/23/2016 For the Beauty and Diversity Poetry Contest of PD...

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Grandma told it well.
Some missionaries
Visited her dad –
He was one deacon.
Everyone listened.

He let them teach.
All about God
And the iron rod
Deacons complained

Threatened him
Their mob came
Red -hot tar  --

Kids learned
Dad’s strength 

Stands!


1/13/2017

One Outrageous Story!
I remember Grandma telling me 
about her dad, my great-grandfather.
back in the early 1900s...

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My glass ball works in reverse
No future do I see. But
from the past it will recall
things not known to me

My father’s great grandfather
Back in eighteen forty one
Was of the landed gentry
Never did we know

So now I gaze at the glass
Seeking out with google eyes,
Finding whence I came, in my
far and distant past





Sponsor	Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Contest Name	"CRYSTAL BALL"

Margaret Foster Sept. 2011...

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Great grandfather tree was wizen and wise.
He kept to himself, southeast of where the crow flies.
We ventured toward him whenever we needed advice.
He was usually entertaining the ducks, locust and mice.

Everyone in the woods gravitated to Great grandfather tree.
His advice was sage, succinct, and as easy to follow as could be.
You almost never got to speak to him alone, he was surrounded by kin.
Sometimes they had to part to let you wander on in....

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(after Robert Desnos)
 
I spit in the eye 
of the father of the bride 
of the blacksmith who made the axe 
with which the lumberjacks 
cut down the big old oak 
with a hundred lusty strokes 
and which they split in half 
and from which the bed was carved 
(with a swag of fruit and leaves) 
in which the fellow was conceived 
who became the great-grandfather 
of the guy with the massage parlor 
where, provocatively clad, 
your mother met your dad....

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Then arrived The Promised Day!
But Boss seemed not he would pay
Devoted staff kept at bay
Thirty faces no more gay…

Creditors: Do what you may;
Owed teachers might have their say:
He won’t stop who will not stay,
Still shall sack who dares to play
Lesson-Note Writing Time slay,
Comment on his hair now grey,
Or when he says “Yep” says “Nay”
Or peas pick from  the same tray…

Long Patience is The Sun Ray,
Protests lead workers astray;
The Great Grandfather of Fray....

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