"grindrod" poems
Ludwig Ii
A Bavarian King with no bone bad
A Bavarian King introverted not mad
A king who lived life by night
A king who stayed out of sight
The Swan king was his given name
from Bavarian bloodstock he came Maximilians Death took away his youth
On throne pomp splendoured and couth
Peer pressure never kneel
Twas Opera Ludwig did feel
Robert Wagner was his one true love
Ludwig fitted Wagner hand in glove
A queen, A queen the Bavarians did wish
Lovestruck Elsa dry eyes diminish
Conformity died during Ludwigs reign
His sexuality showed no shame
Lake Starnberg scene of demise
Mystery death ****** or boat capsize
The King ,The King long live the King
Life lived how he chose Ludwig ii
A Bavarian King with no bone bad
A Bavarian King introverted not mad
A king who lived life by night
A king who stayed out of sight
The Swan king was his given name
from Bavarian bloodstock he came Maximilians Death took away his youth
On throne pomp splendoured and couth
Peer pressure never kneel
Twas Opera Ludwig did feel
Richard Wagner was his one true love
Ludwig fitted Wagner hand in glove
A queen, A queen the Bavarians did wish
Lovestruck Elsa dry eyes diminish
Conformity died during Ludwigs reign
His sexuality showed no shame
Lake Starnberg scene of demise
Mystery death ****** or boat capsize
The King ,The King long live the King
Lived life how he chose with no offspring
Thank You
Martyn Grindrod
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 2:41 AM UTC
Splendid soldier you
I'm merely your descendant
barely fit to footstep follow
I'm discipled , My kindred hero
Foreign soils desperately dank
Churchillian's major tactical outflank
Death by bulleted blight
******* German bight
Evil eradication in Holland's nether land
Liberation free , Guaranteed
Twas his life he gave
Home to a war hero's grave
Death knell to heroic soldier blue
And maybe I'm a tad bitter 'tis true
My Blood lost his life to a gameplan
After all what's a medal without the man
Martyn Grindrod
My tribute to my Grandad
William Fred Grindrod
20/12/1918 - 30/11/1944
Who would have been 100 years old today.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC
Archipelago of fire
Beautiful muchness high admire
Mediterranean sunset, Silvery moon
shallow drift of a blue lagoon
biblical , roman citadel
Rabat rabbit , Mdina befell
allied ally , friend nay foe
Britannia forevermore
Africa, europe nearer unsure
Divided ocean's fight it's land
a Country much sought after
beaches of many laughter
Pleasure crafts, weekend a saunter
line up deep blue still
for Malta's high nightlife
St Julian's hip paceville
Little Malta's big on me
three islands ,three cities more
Sunshine eternal burn
'til adventurers return
Martyn Grindrod
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 6:02 AM UTC
Winter
Fog and mist from Winter Hill drew
over West Pennines it blew
over moorland gorse and bracken
into soot filled chimneys it did blacken
Through howling wind and driving snow
dogwalkers walk in degrees below
The water flows freely down Pick up bank
Thunderous skies miserable and dank
Spring
The hard winter doth disappear
The flowering buds reappear
Starlings arrive cometh May
lighter nights here to stay
Food plentiful rodents group
Barn Owls prepare the swoop
The green grass grow, the wind dies down
Darwen Tower sentinel over Town
Summer
The heat of summer finally here
barbecues ready flowing of beer
The Moorland cattle graze
Too much sun Moorland ablaze
Families depart summer vacation
Off they fly to foreign nation
on their return they did miss
Beautiful Darwen land of bliss
Autumn
Autumn brings forth first frost
Final sign summers lost
leaves fall russet yellowy reds
Butterflies and Bumblebees prepare their beds
Autumnal warmth bereft of heat
Hoddesden walks crunchy underfeet
Washing lines away , Out tumble driers
Kids collecting wood for their bonfires
Martyn Grindrod
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 9:00 PM UTC
Wife of mine
What see shine
gemstone glow
finger left four
A vows, a vow
spoken, set in stone
A promise unbroken
never needing atone
A milestone me and you
i can unequivocally say
a quarter of a century
not one less nor more a day
years five past
ten amore
fifteen adore
A score i beseech
Anniversary silver reach.
Martyn Grindrod
Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 3:49 AM UTC
I tossed a pebble
Spherical from this here Quay
I threw flat pebble
Shore to sea
Round pebble soared to sea
Over Flotsam ,Jetsam, splash
eddy pool formed
Waves splash and crash
Waves rose high
Winds grew wild
developed strong
Rogue wave outstretched long
Storm from wave grew
Restless from north it blew
Blew undersea with might and fright
Aqueous storm formed tonight
A storm of might formed Tsunami
A tsunami of such a force
Nil survivors
Nil remorse
I tossed a pebble
From this here quay
Now there's no you
Now there's no me
Martyn Grindrod
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 9:19 AM UTC
Our Black beauty ( A eulogy )
Twas September in your eyes i knew
Pain hath a hold of you
Cruel depths of death
wanted your final breath
Outdoor winds hurried trees
Leaves strewn as bugle blew
Sadness engulfed my sorry heart
Man's best friend pulse withdrew
Shine still , Black fur did
Alas dormant fester hid
Darkness won that day
But our light never fade'th away
Goodbye gentle soul
from me , Taken too soon
When summer ends no sorrow i'l sigh
As autumn will always mean you
A eulogy for our canine friend Ralph
Martyn Grindrod
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 7:05 AM UTC
Nothing tops the melancholy
of the sweet blackbird sing
twee shrill from beak o' yellow
natures feathered cello
The artistry of the Housemartin
low flight, dancing pirouettes
on land Englishman sow
betwixt wildflowers earthly grow
A wood pigeon hurries tree to tree
A weight in flight rarely seen
Wings ten t' dozen ,audible hum
A quick heartbeat of a big bass drum
Then the May treat the starling
A spring sensation
a thousand wings delightful circle
a swarm , A murmuration.
Martyn Grindrod
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 9:13 AM UTC
Red robin sing
messages you doth bring
t'ween hedgerows you hide
whispering secrets totherside
ebullient flyer
dash between, betwixt
garden to church spire
Sharing tales
from beyond the ghosts
scarlet cravat uppermost
Martyn Grindrod
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 12:28 PM UTC
Springs first morning
Freshness unmistaking
The larks early call
Their singing did befall
A roving along this wondrous path
I viewed a chiselled epitaph
Etched into splendid Larch
Read 'beware the Ides of March'
Perhaps a soothsayers warning
Was unexpected this Spring morning
This is so nondescript
Had I stumbled upon a Crypt
This isn't a Roman arch
It's merely a tree of Larch
This is not ancient Rome
This is not a catacomb
Twas the 15th day of March
I found the secret of the Larch
Words weren't scribed by t'other factors
than a mere plethora of actors
It was the scene of a play
of Ceasers fateful day
where Brutus and Cassius
hatched a plan to **** Julius
A roving first day of Spring
Where Butterflies Flutter, bees did sting
Down wondrous path i passed
Where Ceaser breathed his last
Martyn Grindrod
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 12:46 AM UTC
Red is Romance
It's God is Isis
Red is Hell
Identity Crisis
Red is ****
Temptress alluring
Red is Tempestuous
Bloodthirsty , uncaring
Red is lust
lipstick tempting
Red is Devil
Evil ,uncaring
Red is Sunset
Heat giving , warming
Red is Sunrise
Seafaring warning
Tell us your secret Red
Speak your mind
are Cruel or are you kind
Thank you
Martyn Grindrod
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC