Been gone for a while
Lost my knack for words
The poet pipe used to be my crack
And I'd splice it with some herb.
But I lost the good vibration
That made me tic the keyboard tac
But some reason now I'm writing again
The youngin age is coming back.
I missed all my fellow typer's,
Penner's, grinners, Weirdo's
Writer's. Dont take ****** word wrong
Because trust me I'm a ****** to,
Hello out there my fellow poet
That's right, Gramps did miss you.
I've been enjoying the sun
Not trapped inside the hellopoetics cube
We all need some getaway time
To come back like a fresh flower
Renewed and refined. So for today
I inscribe my bloodlines time,
Because in time we record our being's,
Today I'm back to make fancy words
And tell you fanciful thing's.
Glad to see you, hello Mr and Mrs
Poetry, hope your doing well\
Gramps missed your typing keys.
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 8:52 AM UTC
It's complete euphony
Hearing memorable Melody's.
Remembering from the age
of five and up.
Ma' always warming my milk
with honey in the cup.
Ma' wanted best,
and showed what hard workin was!
Hard workin not slack, was the way her hands had become.
It's complete euphony, hearing her sweet talk before bed
Has it been that many years ago Ma', your sweet lullaby's said.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 8:40 AM UTC
Take me to the province
Where the purple florets rest, take me to the purple
Where the province is the best. Take me to
Hurricane hill, the plateau there I'll get my fill,
Take me to the province
Where purple rains, purple quill's.
Take me to the satellite
That swirl's it's own thought's, thought's that swirl,
Satellite world's! Take me to the roundabout
I'll shout the purple top's!
Take me to the majesty, of friendliness
And the kind! Take me to the place to see,
A place not old and blind! Take me to
The purple field's where all is real I
Smell the peels, of Apple meals and
Caramel crumb's, baked good's-
Country love! Take me to the
Purple fields
Where old men's
Rest awaits!
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 8:43 AM UTC
I was there
66, through Albuquerque
Passing flag staff. Land
Of the cacti, hippies blowing
Smoke from arazonian glass.
Flower children and hard working
Laborers, I hit L.A seeing the
Whiskey a go-go, some band's
Made it to the stage, others a
No-show. Some to down and
Out broke or ******
I was there back in the era
66-69. The farmers got together
With the hip ones to keep the
Sun inside these dark States
Shine.
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 7:04 AM UTC
Ever notice
How the tiniest spark
Can ignite a world of twinkles
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 5:14 AM UTC
The upright has been uprooted
From the once shore of the.... Free!
The vile and barbarous
Now run the oil's...... Squeeze!
Pocketing, they make their run's
Breathing polluted air from man-made. Greed!
I can spit into the indignant sun
While my head burns from its..... ***
The law abiding has been rousted
Though we say no more! Get out the doors, of the white house you are.... Hosting!
We don't need no hosts
You Mason jokes
We need no smoke
Blown from your holes,
It's so **** tiring
Getting........ old!
Regain your soul's
If you have one of course,
Yes the people are irked
Yes the people are worked!
Many a dime from hard working
Being taxed up their............ bum's!
We're not taking anymore
You vacationing schmucks#
How's this for globalism
You globalist f#####!
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 4:57 AM UTC
Rephrasing Ex President Ronald Reagan.
Mr. President, Barack Obama, TEAR DOWN
Your wall's of payola!
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 7:22 AM UTC
What's going on
Where is all that
Kerfuffle coming from. Can't you get along?
Hey now stop playing dumb.
I'm hearing all negativity
Noones getting along
People got it in the 60s
Whether fake or not
They played their songs.
Hey what's the commotion
Getting mad at others
Haven't you learned a thing
To love one another.
Still you shed innocent blood
Not talkin' just by steel,
Words like deadly poison
To and fro get real.
Talkin down another
Hey " throw away that cutter,
Didint your mother teach you to
Hold your tongue
Don't say hey mother f.. ..
What you speak is
What you are
And what you are
Is what you speak
Am I getting to you
Do I seem unreal
Though it's many realities
I teach
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 7:15 AM UTC
Hungry for some poetry
Gramps will give you words for free.
My write will not cost you a dime
I will make you laugh, **** and cry.
Don't Let the gas go around the room
Smells like skunk, it smells! Peeeww.
Hungry for a write or speak
Gramps is here, poem of the week.
I may be abnormal, a little odd
That's because I was born a thorn and ****
But don't dislike me for how I am
We're the same, strange writer man.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
They grab our goods
They steal our land
They show off their
Tanks, with guns in hand.
They wear their Gear
Camouflage green and brown,
They practice open on the scene
Stealing young men's dreams,
They reap your harvest
And steal your ground.
They turn us against another
Claiming their right,
While taking farmlands
**** on cia demands.
Making secret laws
Behind your backs they will stand.
Here take this, here have that
You can slow yourself down
By getting dumb and fat.
Have some wine, here take a pill
Here's some McDonald's
Go have your fill.
Take our gmo's, it's alright it's okay,
We'll make you pay for you funeral the next day.
We don't care how you live or your ways.
What's yours is ours. And what's ours is ours.
Don't worry about working, we got jobs for you.
Work for uncle Sam, uncle Sam loves you.
Hey your sick, don't worry we got your care
We got doctors who take bribes, and give vaccines to **** your stare. We even got growth formula's to grow your no hair.
Theirs your smile, now your getting there.
Don't get mad, why are you crying, okay well give you a
Psychologist, just make sure your not lying.
Wait just a second, no reason to be mad.
We're your government, your big brother.
Dad.
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 9:27 AM UTC