"grandmom" poems - Hello Poetry

(For any family gathering during the holiday season) My father had two brothers and four sisters, which meant there were numerous cousins. At least once a year, sometimes more, we would gather at our grandparents house in Joshua, Texas. Come Sunday morning, the ritual of preparing the Sunday dinner would begin. Now, back then, in the 40's and 50's, it was "old school." The women went to the kitchen(led by grandmom), and the men would go outside, brace themselves against the fenders and hoods of their vehicles, conveniently parked beneath a large Texas Pecan Tree; lightup their cigars, cigarettes, or pipes, and start telling lies and yarns(much the same thing), each trying to outdo the other. The children running around the open yard, or going a hundred yards to the railroad tracks to place coins, mostly pennies, dimes, nickles(maybe a quarter,if you got an allowance), on the track rails, then wait for the afternoon/evening train. A lot of coins got flattened on those tracks. And while the men waited.......a manisfestation began to occur........................ Aromas that would make a king cry..... "Salivating" Becoming impatient Fried chicken Baked chicken Becoming more impatient Laughter.... Coming from the kitchen Roast Beef Mashed potatoes Lord, don't let'em forget the gravy! Lightly braised stringbeans w/buttersauce Fresh baked Acorn Squash Okra All prepared with, the 'secret ingredient'....... " Love! " copyright: January 16, 2016

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Jan 16, 2016

Jan 16, 2016 at 4:52 PM UTC

richard-riddle

The Secret Ingredient

(For any family gathering during the holiday season) My father had two brothers and four sisters, which meant there were numerous cousins. At least once a year, sometimes more, we would gather at our grandparents house in Joshua, Texas. Come Sunday morning, the ritual of preparing the Sunday dinner would begin. Now, back then, in the 40's and 50's, it was "old school." The women went to the kitchen(led by grandmom), and the men would go outside, brace themselves against the fenders and hoods of their vehicles, conveniently parked beneath a large Texas Pecan Tree; lightup their cigars, cigarettes, or pipes, and start telling lies and yarns(much the same thing), each trying to outdo the other. The children running around the open yard, or going a hundred yards to the railroad tracks to place coins, mostly pennies, dimes, nickles(maybe a quarter,if you got an allowance), on the track rails, then wait for the afternoon/evening train. A lot of coins got flattened on those tracks. And while the men waited.......a manisfestation began to occur........................ Aromas that would make a king cry..... "Salivating" Becoming impatient Fried chicken Baked chicken Becoming more impatient Laughter.... Coming from the kitchen Roast Beef Mashed potatoes Lord, don't let'em forget the gravy! Lightly braised stringbeans w/buttersauce Fresh baked Acorn Squash Okra All prepared with, the 'secret ingredient'....... " Love! " copyright: January 16, 2016

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the road i know is gone now the one with weeds and trees wildflowers blooming beside old evergreens. our little yellow home my mom grandmom and I a winding garden path tended so lovingly a porch with a swing three graceful maple trees i named the three princesses they were great friends to me in back was a wonderland of greenery a little swirling pond reflected autumn leaves mushrooms grew in rings on old weathered bark i so fascinated by colors beside our humble home grew a flowering bush white blooms heralded spring from my window i would see them in the morning ...memories are golden now as twilight sweeps o'er me wish i could go back there and relive childhood... once more by L.B.

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Sep 5, 2012

Sep 5, 2012 at 8:57 PM UTC

l-b-1

The road I know...

the road i know is gone now the one with weeds and trees wildflowers blooming beside old evergreens. our little yellow home my mom grandmom and I a winding garden path tended so lovingly a porch with a swing three graceful maple trees i named the three princesses they were great friends to me in back was a wonderland of greenery a little swirling pond reflected autumn leaves mushrooms grew in rings on old weathered bark i so fascinated by colors beside our humble home grew a flowering bush white blooms heralded spring from my window i would see them in the morning ...memories are golden now as twilight sweeps o'er me wish i could go back there and relive childhood... once more by L.B.

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Soon we will be old Enough To be called Grands'. Will you be with me' Then Or will you go with those with Grands And pounds Sooner or later Want to write a book about us Let my grandkids have a better grandmom

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Mar 14, 2021

Mar 14, 2021 at 4:12 AM UTC

leemwenda

Will you

Soon we will be old Enough To be called Grands'. Will you be with me' Then Or will you go with those with Grands And pounds Sooner or later Want to write a book about us Let my grandkids have a better grandmom

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...is a purple curtain behind this curtain is your flesh behind your flesh is your ego behind your ego is the real you we've been on a journey like grandpa and grandmom take me away take me to the place of the real you

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Dec 4, 2019

Dec 4, 2019 at 4:08 PM UTC

maxneumann

Behind Your Eyes...

...is a purple curtain behind this curtain is your flesh behind your flesh is your ego behind your ego is the real you we've been on a journey like grandpa and grandmom take me away take me to the place of the real you

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they call me a half-caste yet i'm a whole human being my grandpa was a black slave my grandmom a white writer they came together they stayed together unwavering love till they died: first grandmom who was suffering from a writer's block ridiculously white paper she couldn't cope... after she had passed away half an hour later grandpa took his last breath pressing his face against her stiff face after a long and full life they joined their ancestors in death i was thirty-seven at this time and their only heir i received a letter containing their will a black sheet one sentence white ink and by the handwriting i could tell they had written the will with two hands and one pen what do you think the sentence was about?

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Dec 4, 2019

Dec 4, 2019 at 12:34 PM UTC

maxneumann

Grandpa&Grandmom

they call me a half-caste yet i'm a whole human being my grandpa was a black slave my grandmom a white writer they came together they stayed together unwavering love till they died: first grandmom who was suffering from a writer's block ridiculously white paper she couldn't cope... after she had passed away half an hour later grandpa took his last breath pressing his face against her stiff face after a long and full life they joined their ancestors in death i was thirty-seven at this time and their only heir i received a letter containing their will a black sheet one sentence white ink and by the handwriting i could tell they had written the will with two hands and one pen what do you think the sentence was about?

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Wanna make me boil? Take my food Bundle it in iron foil. Wanna touch this nature Go out in the field Work for me It's fine, I'll pay you for the slave labor. Hey there's an avocado over there Yes, there young man: There's a tomato over there Plop, yes, in my hand's. Juicy, ripe, ready for a pickin' See you later son, have to go to the grandmom's request, She has hot juice ready for me And some egg's, toast Waiting in my kitchen. Not to mention Something else ripe for the picking.

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Sep 15, 2015

Sep 15, 2015 at 8:56 AM UTC

bill-murray

Hot juice feeling loose

Wanna make me boil? Take my food Bundle it in iron foil. Wanna touch this nature Go out in the field Work for me It's fine, I'll pay you for the slave labor. Hey there's an avocado over there Yes, there young man: There's a tomato over there Plop, yes, in my hand's. Juicy, ripe, ready for a pickin' See you later son, have to go to the grandmom's request, She has hot juice ready for me And some egg's, toast Waiting in my kitchen. Not to mention Something else ripe for the picking.

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The light often dazzled her sleepless night, she spent that midnight blue, faced the stars, rays of moon, the sweer clouds and somenight rains wet her skin.. But that light never left her alone. It warm'd her wet skin, make her enough swith, She reached her goal she ever wanted. Now, somewhere she feel the light As blessings of her lost loving Grandmom. #light #faith #blessings #goal

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Jan 15, 2018

Jan 15, 2018 at 10:30 AM UTC

soulwithinherself

She and her light

The light often dazzled her sleepless night, she spent that midnight blue, faced the stars, rays of moon, the sweer clouds and somenight rains wet her skin.. But that light never left her alone. It warm'd her wet skin, make her enough swith, She reached her goal she ever wanted. Now, somewhere she feel the light As blessings of her lost loving Grandmom. #light #faith #blessings #goal

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Joyous trees, Never ending clouds, Growing crops, Yellow faded leaves, Blooming flowers, Blue big peaks. They are not 'natural' indeed. For mankind nowadays, Big bold buildings, petroleums, noisy street, Mercedes and all stuffs decorating them with the lost term 'modernity' Is now 'Natural'. Flowing rivers are just for suicides Though people treat as 'Goddess.' Nature is lost amidst grandmom's long lost fairy tale.

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Jul 24, 2018

Jul 24, 2018 at 4:40 AM UTC

soulwithinherself

Nature is not Natural now!

Joyous trees, Never ending clouds, Growing crops, Yellow faded leaves, Blooming flowers, Blue big peaks. They are not 'natural' indeed. For mankind nowadays, Big bold buildings, petroleums, noisy street, Mercedes and all stuffs decorating them with the lost term 'modernity' Is now 'Natural'. Flowing rivers are just for suicides Though people treat as 'Goddess.' Nature is lost amidst grandmom's long lost fairy tale.

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