Short Nana Poems

Drained all the liquid but Nana still said it had good chocolatey flavor....

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There once was a banana
he did not have a nana
until he got a name
john was his name yay...

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There was a man from Havana 
He used to eat banana 
Once he was eating coconut 
He didn't like to eat peanut 
He started to say nana na! nana na!!...

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N-ote
A-pplies
N-ame's
A-nnual

V-erse
I-n
L-ovely
L-ines
O-f
R-egards
I-n
A-crostic

Topic: Birthday of Nana Villoria (February 14) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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As I sit here,
I can hear voices in the wind.
And i feel as though you are near.
And even though you left me here to defend,
I know you'd still be here 
If it were'nt for him....

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I sometimes forget advancing years
Then a reminder blindsides me
Senior discounts, free Tuesdays
Sad eyes in my mirror
Daily aches and pains
Compensations?
Little voice
Love you
Nana...

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Nana hasn't met you yet, 
I pray that there'll be no regret.
You live with both your mom and dad, 
But married, they are not yet.
If they part, I will be sad, 
Especially, if you go with dad....

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N-ame's 
A-nnual 
N-ote 
A-pplies 

V-irtuous 
I-dea 
L-etting 
L-etter 
O-f 
R-emembrance 
I-mplement 
A-crostic 

Topic: Birthday of Nana Villoria (February 14) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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Cletus O'Toole slipped on a 'nana peel

   He broke his femur and damaged his heel

      He asked a judge to rule

         "You lost yer suit, O'Toole;

            A higher court might consider ap'peel'!"...

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Sea foam wash my feet:
Let me sink into the earth
My heels then my toes

Gentle breeze kiss me
So I may feel your majesty,
Whisper in my ear

Hands held on the shore
She holds me as the sea comes-
I love you Nana...

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I found a yella 'nana walking down the street
I took him home and peeled him 'fore dinner
He's my organic appetizer
And I'm his sweet treat

Thanks to C.L. Thornton and Sidney Hall for helping me to sort this little poem to 
closure!...

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There was an Irish madam named Anna,
At  noon, she preferred to eat banana,
A mom with an eagle eye,
She could wow a top-notch spy,
A civic woman sometimes called Nana.


May 28, 2024.
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Inside the little indoor tent,
H and H and Nana went
To sit there cozy, warm and snug;
It felt like an extended hug.

A private world we did create
With nothing there to aggravate – 
My grandkids (ages 1 and 3)
And happy (but exhausted) me....

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All along my merry way i have collected so very many 

N's
&
A's

Instead of saving them for a game of Scrabble 

I will now recite the Chorus to a well known Beatles Song 

And it goes a little something like thus

NA NA NA 
NANA
NA NA
NANA 
NA NA

Hey Jude...

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I 
don’t want
to call you
my grandmother.
You appear human,
You are just a machine,
programmed to act like nana.
Electric flows through you, not blood.
Brother and sister love you.  I don’t.

Based on the short story “I Sing the Body Electric” by Ray Bradbury

Robert Pettit...

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Satin summer sundays.
With the young children.
Picnicking in the shade 
Nana takes them to swim.

Watching while they play.
There growing so big.
Those memories we've  made.
Are, a most treasured gift.

Sewsaws and swings.
The roundabout spins.
As we reminisce.
Upon satin summer bliss....

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The elderly nana had one last wish.
I would like a bit of faerie floss she said.
I thought she meant embroidery floss.
Someone else thought she meant gauzy material.
An old gentleman arrived carrying cotton candy on a stick.
We used to call this faerie floss, he told us.
She was more than happy with it....

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In the Pocket


For years Nana begged for a holiday 
But pop's only passion was Faraday
He failed to do the math
Created a psychopath
She smirked, "Give my regards to Hemingway."





(Pocket: Some surfers call this the energy zone and it can be identified as the steepest point in the wave.)...

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Pure joy,
Two generations down
Sweet child
Blessings abound

Innocent smile 
Laughs, giggles 
Abundant energy 
And many wiggles

Daughter of my daughter,
Same beautiful eyes.
Gift from heaven 
A wondrous prize

Every day a new wonder
Too fast do you grow
I dare not blink
grown before you know


TLR 8-6-17...

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Henry picked a ladybug;
Hadley chose a fly.
Mine was striped but not a bug
I could identify.

Up and down and round and round,
With music jangling on,
We rode the carousel until
The time we had was gone.

Grandpa took the photos;
Nana thought up rhymes
And had to ride, on different bugs,
With Hadley two more times....

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A child from the 'burbs on a Big Apple trip
Found it all more than slightly exciting - 
The buses, the taxis, the swings and the slides
All seemed magically more than inviting.

A glorious day on his grandparents' turf
For a long-overdue city taste
Gave this nana a glow and a grin ear to ear
That I hope will be echoed posthaste....

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Henry has a tooth, forsooth,
And he’s as proud as punch,
Although he’s not exactly
Eating pizza for his lunch.

The most amazing thing to me
Is that he knows it’s great
And though I am his Nana,
I do not exaggerate.

It’s just his first, so there’ll be more
With which to bite and chew,
But everyone’s excited
By this baby tooth debut....

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It's the best part of being a kid,
creating worlds at whim, blasting
bad guys away, saving the world
for Mom, Dad, Nana and Pop-Pop.

When we grow up, we can't play,
though we try to, with sex, drugs,
booze or fast cars-- but playtime?
The closest we can get to it is in
our dreams. Perhaps that is what 
dreams are: remnants of childhood....

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I’m not Grandma, Granny, Gram
And certainly not Bubby.
It is Nana who I am
And Grandpa for my hubby.

Choosing monikers is strange – 
We rarely do the picking – 
And, once chosen, we can’t change
So what we choose is sticking.

When I’m greeted or I’m paged
With “Nana,” here’s the thing – 
All my senses are engaged;
My heart begins to sing....

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We stand outside, in heat or cold 
And one by one, each class
Is marched outside to reunite
With we who wait, en masse.

The teachers watch to match each child 
With parent, sitter or
A nana or a grandpa
Huddled near the exit door.

The children run to give a hug
To those who stand and wait,
The teachers glad their obligations 
They can abdicate....

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