"grandmammy" poems
The year
1966.
Manson was on his spree
Hippies chilled the breeze.
Chicks dancing with rubies on hips.
Then came 1967
Hendrix wowed the crowd
Janis Joplins soul came out
Music splashed
Hallucinogenic heaven.
1968, patterns of clothing
Seemed to be from faraway.
It wasn't American to the main stream
Still wouldn't be today.
1969, Woodstock, the time
Of all togetherness, and weightless
Rockers heads filled with dust and buds.
Cities broke to riots
Gangbanging quiets over colors lust!
1970, met grandmammy
Touched the farmers scene.
Found the happy
In the sixties baby in me.
Today, now a mountain boy
On a machine that cuts down anything
In its way.
The farming hand
Making a living off of dirt and hay.
Spit and clay.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 8:57 AM UTC
Gramps is like an old map
Just waiting to be discovered
Already got a wife mam
Back off
Or grandmammy
Will
Smack me!
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
Grandmammy just turned
64 today
Grandpappy bought grandmammy
A shirt like a maid
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC
As a measly minstrel
On the hillock of California
From the time of thirteen
Until now
I'm still ornery
As grandmammy still trys to keep me tied up.
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 6:10 PM UTC
Fiddle diddles
Rhymin riddles
Gramps needs more sleep
Gramps is ****** skittles
Ate to much of those sugary treats.
Backs aching
I'd love for grandmammy to rub these feet
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC