"granddads" poems
Stuffed full of toys and ribbons,
Tinsel and baubles,
Santa and his reindeer,
Deliver to all,
Presents for children,
For their mums and their dads,
For Aunts and Uncles,
Nans and Granddads,
There’s perfume and clothing,
Chocolate and sweets,
Santa delivers the nicest of treats.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 11:20 AM UTC
I'm no good in a kitchen but, I can cook stuff all the same
Around here, say "the recipe" and most folks know my name
It hasn't changed in fifty years, and folks still drink it up
I've been making it with my granddad since I was just a pup
I"ve been racing cars through out these woods since before most learn to drive
I've been chased by cops and revenuers, I surprised I'm still alive
The funny thing, they know the route, and I always make the border
Because if they ever caught me, I would just cancel their order
Magic comes from our hard toil
Once it travels through the coil
We cook it slow on a low boil
It's cooked according to old Hoyle
It's magic in a glass
And it'll put you on your ***
In all the years that we've been cooking we've only moved on twice
Not because the cops found us, but because of all the mice
Grandpappy started cooking when the jobs round here dried up
And me, I've been his helper since I was just a pup
Everyone's on credit, we all live on iou's
There's still no jobs around here, there just isn't no good news
But, if folks round here need healing, we've got magic in a jug
Our granddads old elixir is a moonshine mountain hug
Magic comes from our hard toil
Once it travels through the coil
We cook it slow on a low boil
It's cooked according to old Hoyle
It's magic in a glass
And it'll put you on your ***
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 2:28 PM UTC
The Riche brothers and sisters
compile the remainders
of Manchester City programmes
from 1958 onwards, rusted staples asides
in a shuttered room,
Moorhens and crab apple bloom outside
keeps their e bay cottage industry bearable,
residual poverty waxes and wanes,
children always inheriting Granddads' stuff.
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 4:36 PM UTC
Searching through the archives
of - my family tree.
Struggling through the mislaid vaults
of ge-ne-ology.
Personal contemplation
on what might come to light.
With so much work before me.
I study through the night.
Lines that take me nowhere
all scramble through your head
but curiosity pushes you
as you study - the 'long' dead.
Suddenly things come to a light,
new relation leads
that push you through the lonely night
and sow so many seeds.
Will it be - Maud Plantaginet
who'll set me to the stars
a Sir, an Earl or Baroness
all Great Grandpa's or Ma's.
A close link to a Tudor King
of whom it's often said
that if he doesn't fancy you,
you could well lose your head.
Henry Three, Henry Two,
King John and Henry One.
Many times Great-Granddads
and the list - goes on and on.
William the Con-queror
and someone very quaint,
Ma-tilda Von Ringelheim,
she's an - Eigth Century Saint.
Has all the work been paying off?
Will the journey - be of worth?
For who knows who - we're related too
who has also walked this earth
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
No Fence around this place
just wide open space
picked a lot on the edge of town
my Uncle built it up from the ground
just a place we can call home
it was the vision that my father owned
Every dollar that I ever made, I got from mowing at my neighbors place
learned to drive a stick in the yard, 14 in my granddads car
almost wrecked into our favorite tree, the one we planted just him and me
When I stop and look around, I can almost here the sound
Dads front porch philosophies, my name from momma calling me
This is the place that I love the most, This is the place that I call home
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
I miss you
I miss the smell of your granddads cigarettes
I miss the taste of your soft lips
I miss the touch of your hands
I miss the feeling of your love
I miss you
I miss the cigarette smell
I was craving that awful smell
I couldn't stop breathing it in
I wanted to keep breathing it in until my lungs turned black
Because it was the smell of you
I miss you
I miss the taste of your soft lips
I was craving that amazing feeling
I couldn't stop thinking about it
I wanted to keep kissing you untill my lips hurt
because I love your lips
I miss you
I miss the touch of your hands
I was craving your thumb run across my hand
I couldn't bare it any longer
I wanted to feel your fingers rub against mine
Because I love it when we hold hands
I miss you
I miss the feeling of your love
I was craving you
I couldn't contain myself
I wanted to feel your love over and over again
Because I love when our bodies collide
I miss you
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
I collect things that belong to you
Books that you've always wanted to read but never picked up
Sand from desert beaches you've wanted to see but could never touch
My granddads military bike will shine brilliant in your warm green eyes
I may have yet to see your face, but I grow to know you everyday
I am going to meet another man like him
A man that likes the things he did
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC
Under bright light, there they are again, close
up upon my desktop, two stark reminders
of my long ago-departed grandfather's hands,
that now I have reluctantly inherited. Stiff and
painful just as his must have been while nearing
his own inevitable end.
Hard used-weathered and bony, liver spotted
with nearly transparent skin, vains clearly
visible, wrinkled derma like aged yellowing
parchment paper. Fingers having grown
untrustworthy of dexterity and strength, not
my hands I recall from even ten years ago.
I loved my Granddads hands, they fit
his other features; gentle, comforting and
reassuring. I knew them and him no other way.
Now my hands and face viewed up close are
becoming bitter daily reminders of my own
precious and fleeting time.
Feb 20, 2023
Feb 20, 2023 at 4:50 PM UTC
I'm thankful for family
For sisters who love me
I'm thankful for parents
Who took their role seriously
I'm thankful for a home
That was open to friends
I'm thankful for cousins
And family that extends
To uncles and aunts
To grannies and nans
To granddads and grandpas
And in-laws and clans
I know we're not perfect
We've had ups and some downs
But together we flourish
We won't be kept down
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 6:15 AM UTC