#gracie - Hello Poetry

Brighton on the seafront is shining like a silver dollar in the sun And she is dancing to the rhythm of the seagulls and imaginary bass drums It is winter, should be colder but the gentle breeze is warm All around her is her own hair like the breakers of some pre-raphaelite storm I see Bassie Gracie, Brighton by the sea, hey Gracie She plays reggae, she plays ska, she plays jazz, she loves them all, hey Gracie I am walking back along the sea front, back the way we've come The sun's kiss grows weaker and I miss her but that doesn’t get me down For the rhythm of her baselines entwine the ripped fabric of my mind And every time I see those breakers I'll remember that pre-raphaelite storm I saw Bassie Gracie, Brighton by the sea, hey Gracie She plays reggae, she plays ska, she plays jazz, she loves them all, hey Gracie

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Jan 9, 2019

Jan 9, 2019 at 5:23 AM UTC

ade-macleod

Gracie land

Brighton on the seafront is shining like a silver dollar in the sun And she is dancing to the rhythm of the seagulls and imaginary bass drums It is winter, should be colder but the gentle breeze is warm All around her is her own hair like the breakers of some pre-raphaelite storm I see Bassie Gracie, Brighton by the sea, hey Gracie She plays reggae, she plays ska, she plays jazz, she loves them all, hey Gracie I am walking back along the sea front, back the way we've come The sun's kiss grows weaker and I miss her but that doesn’t get me down For the rhythm of her baselines entwine the ripped fabric of my mind And every time I see those breakers I'll remember that pre-raphaelite storm I saw Bassie Gracie, Brighton by the sea, hey Gracie She plays reggae, she plays ska, she plays jazz, she loves them all, hey Gracie

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her grandmother stood at the window in the kitchen the corners of her mouth turned up into an unconscious slight smile at the sight of a spinning yellow blur under the big oak in the middle of the pasture surrounded by green grasses wonderous hues of wildflowers she quietly called out to grandad come see this the lanky cowboy sauntered in from the breezeway with his umpteenth cup of coffee peered at the blur of yellow opened the side door stepped out on the deck beside the metal glider and called out in his smooth baritone voice sheeeeeelllllliiii... sheeeeeelllllliiii lllllloooooooooo... she might have been 4 or perhaps five precious in the way innocent girls that age are dressed in smocked yellow lawn white lace patent leather up to her shins in spring grasses slowing her spin she turned toward her name her face radiant she took a wobbly step or two then broke into an off kilter run arms stretched out before her he took a few long strides bent his tall body low offering a bent knee wide open arms she flew into them with all her might knowing she would be caught rough housed with and given a wickereye from the window her grandmother took it all in sighed said to herself hold this dear hold this snapshot of the soul for. ever.

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Apr 30, 2019

Apr 30, 2019 at 9:15 PM UTC

rochellefoles

granddad’s arms

her grandmother stood at the window in the kitchen the corners of her mouth turned up into an unconscious slight smile at the sight of a spinning yellow blur under the big oak in the middle of the pasture surrounded by green grasses wonderous hues of wildflowers she quietly called out to grandad come see this the lanky cowboy sauntered in from the breezeway with his umpteenth cup of coffee peered at the blur of yellow opened the side door stepped out on the deck beside the metal glider and called out in his smooth baritone voice sheeeeeelllllliiii... sheeeeeelllllliiii lllllloooooooooo... she might have been 4 or perhaps five precious in the way innocent girls that age are dressed in smocked yellow lawn white lace patent leather up to her shins in spring grasses slowing her spin she turned toward her name her face radiant she took a wobbly step or two then broke into an off kilter run arms stretched out before her he took a few long strides bent his tall body low offering a bent knee wide open arms she flew into them with all her might knowing she would be caught rough housed with and given a wickereye from the window her grandmother took it all in sighed said to herself hold this dear hold this snapshot of the soul for. ever.

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We put our problems in a bottle, sank it and said a prayer.. then hammered down the throttle and threw our hands to the open air.. The evening sky especially beautiful - It's sun bursting through cloudy skies And still, it was barely suitable to reflect those bluest eyes.. Then we tore through sparkling water - Blonde curls dancin' in the summer wind Just a worn out dad and his daughter who might not come this way again.. But today the water welcomes us.. promising to drown our sorrow.. And perhaps, the Good Lord helpin' us, we'll do it all again tomorrow..

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Aug 21, 2022

Aug 21, 2022 at 12:38 AM UTC

JA-Perkins

Bluest Eyes in Liberty

We put our problems in a bottle, sank it and said a prayer.. then hammered down the throttle and threw our hands to the open air.. The evening sky especially beautiful - It's sun bursting through cloudy skies And still, it was barely suitable to reflect those bluest eyes.. Then we tore through sparkling water - Blonde curls dancin' in the summer wind Just a worn out dad and his daughter who might not come this way again.. But today the water welcomes us.. promising to drown our sorrow.. And perhaps, the Good Lord helpin' us, we'll do it all again tomorrow..

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