"gracie" poems
Purple Cow
I've never seen a purple cow
though I have been inside a purple haze
things are different between then and now
when I stumbled around for many dayz
standing in corners watching the crowd
yellow barrels of sunshine enlightened view
Mr Hendrix's Watchtower 90 decibels loud
smiling faces thinking that we really knew
it seemed so simple peace and love
not very real but I so miss those times
burn the bra olive branch and dove
now I just sit and think up rhymes
Dylan's monotone with catchy words
Gracie had her rabbit of white
he was a friend of mine sang out the Byrds
another hit of fresh air tonite
Vietnam changed things so much
yet still again the money rules
you would have thought we had the touch
but once again we are the fools
so maybe it is time once again
to raise up our voices and show them how
we will not just stand around and grin
maybe it's time to see that purple cow
Gomer LePoet ....
Nov 5, 2011
Nov 5, 2011 at 11:48 AM UTC
gracie, gracie
is a ghost
of the people
she loves the most
gracie, gracie
her soul shakes
with every single
breath she takes
gracie, gracie
hides her true face
when she dies
won’t leave a trace
gracie, gracie
stuck in her mind
trapped forever
left behind
gracie, gracie
all alone
talking away
at the phone
gracie, gracie
thought she was screaming
turns out she was
only dreaming
gracie, gracie
torn apart
now all she’s got
is a broken heart
gracie, gracie
loved you the most
but now she is
barely a ghost
gracie, gracie
you let her go
so she faded away
faded slow
May 21, 2012
May 21, 2012 at 11:45 PM UTC
Purple Cow
I've never seen a purple cow
though I have been inside a purple haze
things are different between then and now
when I stumbled around for many dayz
standing in corners watching the crowd
yellow barrels of sunshine enlightened view
Mr Hendrix's Watchtower 90 decibels loud
smiling faces thinking that we really knew
it seemed so simple peace and love
not very real but I so miss those times
burn the bra olive branch and dove
now I just sit and think up rhymes
Dylan's monotone with catchy words
Gracie had her rabbit of white
he was a friend of mine sang out the Byrds
another hit of fresh air tonite
Vietnam changed things so much
yet still again the money rules
you would have thought we had the touch
but once again we are the fools
so maybe it is time once again
to raise up our voices and show them how
we will not just stand around and grin
maybe it's time to see that purple cow
Gomer LePoet ....
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 6:02 PM UTC
you were supposed to be here
death gasped you faster than I ever could
I regret the moment thinking it would be longer
It's not fair for someone's future to be taken away so quickly
You deserved the sun and the moon
But instead you were given to the stars
I miss you Gracie Mae...
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 12:18 AM UTC
My lips are still blisterin,
From all that whisperin, that
Made me kinda sick, so I
Search for my chapstick, but
Find in it’s stead,
A pen, orn’ry and red,
That chooses to be used,
And true to my cue, I
Seclude and intrude
On each and every muse-
-ic, -ing, -ment, of my peers.
And its clear I have seared
Every page I have seen
And heard of my herd,
Pulled apart at the seems
Teeming with teams
And half-assessed dreams, that I dreamt
But have since beheaded like queens.
Yet who is the jester? The joker? The fool?
It’s me from your world, your country, your school.
It’s me who coos uncool, and caws too rawly
And so rarely, Even I’m a bit scared of me
No! No fear or fervor is necessary, tremors and
Heartstrings tremble headlines on the Daily.
Oooh, calm, soothe, my tongue, my soul, my lips,
I’ll cool them off but remember all this, or else you
May be blistering, and searching, for my lost chapstick,
But be lacking in trust, ‘cause I used it all up,
Quite a long time before you even lusted that luck.
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 3:04 PM UTC
I look into the box
Her fabric folds of flowers are blue,
mine are pink and periwinkle, I’m wearing lace socks.
Mother stands behind me.
She is the only person-shape I understand
I stand in the doorway
A hand on my shoulder
Lying in bed, she beckons me
She’s not wearing her wig today.
Gently pushes a teddy bear into my hands.
From the Queen Elizabeth II.
Later, person-shapes
I don’t understand yet
but I see her sift out the chimney
Scattering her to the sea lapping my feet
My mother, her sisters watch the sun sink
drink caipirinhas
My first glass of champagne
A neighbor finds her at the bottom of the stairs
They do an autopsy
—painkillers—
Gracie’s eyes are dead too.
We bring flowers, despite allergies
because it’s convention.
First time I am also a person-shape.
A repeat.
She lies there, no wig.
A few hairs on the plush pillow.
Another box.
More flowers.
This time I lose shape altogether.
This one’s farther away
more peaceful
I don’t know him very well
I hover outside their grief this time.
A teacher. My teacher.
Healthy.
Sometimes it surprises you:
he doesn’t look real—
only person-shaped.
But then, they never do.
Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 12:22 AM UTC
She says 'Honey I’m home' as she enters the room,
One life destroyed 7 lives left,
Ready to feast and fight,
She is the dictator of her fate,
She lusts for the crack of the whip,
The thrill and the thrive as she chases her victims,
The squeals and the cries as she plays with them,
The heightened experience of being alive,
She is one hot kitty-cat waiting for her prey,
She doesn’t want Batman to get in her way
She pins him to the ground and places a deadly kiss,
Upon his pouty lips under the Christmas mistletoe,
She cracks the whip once more as she scatters into the night,
Cleans her wounds and purrs softly under the moonlight
But she did not realise she left a fragment of her soul,
A piece of a kitty-cat claw which is stuck in Batman torso
Poem by Gracie Jones
Jun 4, 2021
Jun 4, 2021 at 5:05 AM UTC
***Pain and sorrow lace my chest,
I'm sorry that I must do this.
I can't aid you in your heart's quest,
Although I'll always think fondly of our first kiss.
The tears I cry will surely end,
But that doesn't mean that I'll stop caring.
You'll always be my forever-friend;
Though I'm sad to say it's no longer my heart that yours is snaring.
Tonight this poem has been finished,
But it's lines will be forever writ,
And although, like this poem, our lines together are finished,
A brand new stanza has just been fit.***
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 5:59 PM UTC
You're so Beautiful in every way in and out.
Like I use to say to you during fair looks dont matter but when I look at you its diffrent than what I look at any other girl.
people that you dated had hurt you which is a shame.
You dont need people like that really you dont need anyone.
People should need you I always hated life until we talked ya I messed up really bad I made you mad which I regret.
I stopped smoking and drinking for you and only.
But it wasnt enough to make you happy so now im sitting alone no one cares.
Thought you did but I sadly mistaken.
I love you so much you wouldnt believe.
I thought you would give me a chance you called me sweet and I took that to heart cause no one said that to me.
But I got jelouse cause of you and alex.
I tried to fight him and he decline I got really ****** because I lost everything.
Just between me and you those nights that we talked were the greatest of all times.
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 11:27 AM UTC
The churchyard was nearly full up
Just one vacant, desirable plot
When a hand-written sign appeared,
It's message to all crystal clear
This plot take note I've reserved it
For one in the parish who wholly deserves it
All Ten Commandments he has observed
And faithfully his community served
So here shall lie at the end of his life
Fred the cobbler and Gracie his wife
As word got round the village saw red
To a parish meeting they summoned old Fred
There are others who wish to lay there too
This plot does not belong to you
Finally all the arguments stopped
It was first come first served for the last plot
So Fred quit the pills, became very ill
And what he wanted he got
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 4:14 AM UTC
Arthur dear, don’t fret.
Papers, papers, get your papers.
I have never been to the sea. I always wanted to go to the sea.
No, never since my husband died.
Oh aye, a sight to behold.
The rascals of Ballydrim out in force.
The maid peept out the window.
The fryar and the nun.
An old man is a bed full of bones.
Is he not, is it not, is it not?
Rose is red and rose is white.
New new nothing.
Row well ye mariners.
I have never seen the sea.
The pauper and the layman, the priest and the scoundrel, all moving
with intent.
Sometimes, fleetingly, never anything less.
Profound, very, yes dreadfully profound.
Labour in vaine.
In great concentric circles about the time your husband died.
Biting the bullets one by one, out on the green fields of Amerikay.
Interest rates climbing on the national stew fund. Spiralling into a new dawn of exoneration of traditional values.
Gracie did all those things and more.
And the quaker danced.
Rose is red and rose is red.
For judge and jury.
Very very far.
Quite near actually.
Further than strictly possible.
In all reason dear.
75 miles from the sea. Exactly.
And another.
And another.
AND another.
Drawing to a conclusion.
Bliss.
Seemingly.
Fleetingly.
(pause)
Have at thy coat old woman!
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
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
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 5:23 AM UTC
Gracie and I
Have so much fun
There is no one like us
Nope none
Gracie and I
We are the best of friends
Always laughing and joking
Each other we’ll always defend
Gracie and I
Despite what our names say
We are clumsy
We don’t have any grace
Gracie and I
Talking all night long
Giving advice
And singing that song
Gracie and I
Best friends forever
Nothings gonna change
Nope never
Feb 16, 2010
Feb 16, 2010 at 6:21 PM UTC
Eight years old
With the whole world at your feet,
But already I see the amazing woman
That you will become when you're older,
I am proud to be a part of that.
Blue eyes,
Blonde hair,
The biggest smile that warms the pain in my heart
Whenever I come to see you.
Your mother's smile,
Your father's height,
But you will have your brother's humour,
I will personally make sure of that!
You seem too far away and I hate it,
But I know you'll always love me,
As I will always love you.
When you were born
I remember being the jealous ex youngest child
But then when you started smiling and I held you
For the first time,
I felt like the happiest big brother alive.
I was yours.
Your big brother.
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 1:17 PM UTC
Little girl I seem you in my dreams,
You came on a monthly basis.
I got to know you but,
Cannot recall at thing you said,
You would stay with me all night
And I would sit in your heavenly light.
I knew then you were an angel,
I always thought you would be
My future daughter.
Until 3 years ago
Once a month you would come.
An the month before you left
You came once a week,
At the very least.
When you left I was lost.
And until 3 weeks ago,
I couldn't figure out where you had gone.
Then you and your mommy,
Came into the church.
I was awestruck,
Dumbfounded,
Blown away,
I met my my angel on that day.
It blew everyone's mind
That we instantly
Connected.
People had said it was amazing,
They were
Awestruck,
Dumbfounded,
Blown away,
That little Gracie
Took instantly to me,
Begging to be picked up and carried around.
In your 3 years of life,
Never had you taken to anyone like that.
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
Looking at me with gorgeous eyes,
They sparkle as she stares,
She’s listening to me rant and talk,
She’s showing me that she cares.
I don’t know how she does it,
Or how she knows what to say,
She’s never really judged me,
It’s just always been that way.
She may be small,
But holds a lot of surprises,
She doesn’t look like much to you,
But magic has many disguises.
She’s sweet and cute,
And so beautiful beyond compare.
She’s perfect for cuddles and hugs,
And I love her nose, ears, and hair.
To be honest I love it all,
Though I might favor her freckles.
I’m proud to say this pixie-like beauty is mine,
The one and only Grace Sprinkles.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC
If I could write a love song to myself,
My younger self,
Because it’s the most important relationship I’ll ever have,
I’d say
Dear Gracie,
I know you are in love with love,
But stay true to who you are.
Your heart is strong, gold, pure.
Don't let young boys break it.
The one meant for you is a long walk
down California’s golden coast,
But, beautiful girl,
He’s waiting for you patiently.
I don’t know what he is like,
I have not met him yet,
But, dearest Gracie,
I know he will make you laugh, and
He will hold you when you cry, and
He will name the shapes in the sky, and
He will pick you up when you fall down, and
He will make you feel like you can fly.
Dear Gracie,
Do not give up hope.
Darling, I know you are in love with love
So, love
Yourself.
If I could write a love song to my younger self,
I’d say,
Dear Gracie,
When you are sad,
Keep writing letters to your friends
To let them know you will always
Be there for them.
Oh Gracie,
When you cry
Keep writing poems
Because they give you life,
In the early hours of the morning after.
Oh Gracie,
When you are happy,
Grab all your friends
And run around in the sun.
Oh Gracie,
It is okay that you feel intensely,
It means that you love so deeply.
Oh Gracie,
It is okay if you do not want to look
At yourself in the mirror,
Know that you are surrounded by people
Who love your figure.
Oh Gracie,
In the shower
Sing at the top of your lungs
And it is okay if you don’t stop
To smell the flowers.
Oh Gracie,
Take all the pictures because someday
You will miss the way your friends
Smiled, and the way
that dinner tasted.
If I could write a love song to my younger self,
I’d say
Dear Gracie,
Keep writing your big dreams
On post-it notes,
And putting them up in your window.
Look in the mirror.
Smile, you are beautiful, darling,
I know you do not always feel it.
But you are.
Oh honey,
To me you always are.
Oh Gracie,
Be nice to your sister
Because someday
You will miss the way
She is so much funnier than you.
Oh Gracie,
My dearest, my darling, Gracie,
Be yourself because someday,
You will miss you too.
I I could write a love song to my younger self,
I’d say
Dear Gracie,
Please be yourself
Because no one else is like you.
Oh Gracie,
Please be yourself
Because I love you.
Oh Gracie,
Please be yourself
Because someday
(Hopefully before your blond hair turns white with speckles of grey,)
you will love yourself too.
If I could write a love song to my younger self,
I’d say,
Dear Gracie,
I love you.
You are right where you need to be.
Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 1:06 AM UTC
Written 8 books,
own a mountain top it’s a private park in LA,
that’s just one of a bunch of properties,
& am the founder of a multi-million dollar company,
plus I practice Jiu-Jitsu,
roll with Ryron Gracie know The Gracie Family personally,
so you might be able to fool some fools,
but you can’t fool with or front on me,
because I don’t have the time to lose,
I’m busy making history…
∆ LaLux ∆
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 2:50 PM UTC
That it’s a beautiful blessing that we forge
tDo you think I am safe now?
Sweetheart, you have to remember.
You have to! You have to!
You cannot just sweep it under the rug,
You cannot just sleep through it, and hope to wake up like it’s just a nightmare.
Sure you can pretend like it was,
Oh, just don’t kick stones.......
don’t kick stones!
They said so many times in my life
To
“drink more, it’s fun, we have a whole bottle, we’re going to take another sip
Keep sipping until you finish it”
But one sip was dead to me,
How can we call things like
“I think I got ***** last night”
Our divine pan, our destiny
Because every single day
I am praying to god that
I can forget all of it and release the tension that always seems to rest inside my skin, my skinny, my over eating
My swelling heart, overriding all
Of the hate, that I could have felt
Just showing me all I am is love
All I am is love, and nothing else
My sweeping up old memories
Has made a really mess
And I am so overwhelmed
I forget I am safer than I was
When this was life we had no
Idea that dreams can excuse the things
That hurt me most, and I think man’s message to the world is,
I will hurt you, and you will love
And once someone told me,
“Nobody really wants to hear about your problems.”
I guess it’s true, this one is one
That most everyone would feel
So sick from, it would be the hardest
Truth to chew through
I drank too much of the truth serum for you to be able to sit and listen, and chew
And he dragged me me through the doorway
As my friends watched me, and I begged them to help me my hands were grasping for the doorframe
This is the one of the first times as a young girl that I really fight for my life
Held on for as long as I could
And I’m watching them on the ground
Laughing, they don’t know any better
I think I remember them wanting to help me
But they couldn’t help me
I guess they couldn’t help me
I don’t remember
I don’t remember the rest
I don’t want to remember the rest
I woke up with my pants off
And next to him,
He grabs my hand to touch his personal “at attention”
I feel the same anxiety,
It paralyzes me, even now
I have flashbacks
I have panic attacks
Remember, she was on the kitchen floor
Woke up,
forgetting ,
paralysis walking
waking seeing,
every day remembering
Even more
I wish that
I didn’t remember that
Gracie, how beautiful ?
I forget
Crazy, beautiful
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 6:37 AM UTC
She was elegant
As she makes perfect marks with her blades
On the stage of the world
She doesn't look tough
But she accelerates
With speeds of a race car driver
She takes harder impact
than a rider being thrown from bull
She handles more G force
than a fighter pilot
She does the extreme
Being extremely graceful
She was gold
Gracie Gold
-Andrea Christine
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
Today was a day of music and contemplation
walking away with a faraway destination.
try to forget and yet still remember,
from early April to late September.
Days get longer and much more fragile
the old body gets less and less mobile.
For once days are duly recorded
even though the finality is so sordid.
Recollections are hard to hold,
memories are there but, all so old.
When was my last warm summer night,
is there another one within my blurred sight?
Every hair is turning gray in every mirror
I wonder is the cold ground getting nearer?
I hear voices calling me late at night
caught up in white noise that isn't quite right.
Dreams aren't long enough to really haunt
but there seems time to painfully flaunt.
"Say goodnight Gracie" is what he said
then all the radios finally went dead.
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
Those eyes were the single most hopeful things that i could ever imagine.
In the short time that we were together I'd seen them light up like a street sign.
or whither out like a candle wick.
I'd seen them cry because of the worry that you carry for your grandparents.
and I'd seen them squint because of laughter over your faulty window on your accord's passenger side door.
In the short twenty-one years that you've been on this earth, they had already seen so much. sorrow, disrepair, depression.
But they had also seen hope, and love, oh so much love, love for your little Gracie, love for your fantastic grandparents, and love for others.
I know now that those eyes could never show love for me, at least not now, for they love too many, and as long as I'm around i make those eyes worry instead of laugh.
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 3:17 PM UTC
Please don't kid, about kids who cut.
I thought when you made the joke.
So I pulled up the leg of my pants,
And instantly my heart was in my throat.
And I was afraid, that you’d be mad.
Your reaction was to give the cuts a smack.
But I wanted you to know,
I didn’t want to take the action back.
But then you took me, close in your arms.
And I was happy I let you see.
I almost started crying when you said,
"Why would you do that Gracie?"
Jan 22, 2010
Jan 22, 2010 at 2:47 PM UTC
Honestly insane
IS THIS REALLY ALL WE GOT LEFT?
Sincerely all ****** up
THE BEST OF OUR POETRY?
••
Let us naked to the streets with real joy
Let us scorn the mundane political hopes of
Those who Trust
Let us embrace with minds and hearts and souls
And let the bodies rest
Let us grow in between
The lies that **** and the killers we elect
Truly heroic?
COME ON!
••
Live sublimely
Or die !
••
(Live sublimely
AND DIE!)
••
We are here is all
But it is
WE
WHO ARE HERE
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 3:37 PM UTC
thought I filed her
in the drawer,
third one down
I thought,
in amongst the
clutter of things
I should have ought,
her name is lost
to reason,
many seasons
past and gone
though her face-
her face is
emblazoned on
this evening setting sun.
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 3:36 PM UTC