"griswold" poems
According to JFK:
"Sleeplessness is discontent,
and discontent is the first necessity of progress!"
No no no that's not it.
It was once said of Americans that:
“Although our interests as citizens vary,
each one is an artery to the heart that pumps caffeine through
the body sleepless, and each is important to the health of democracy.”
**Get your **** together!**
Daniel Griswold once said:
"The all-nighter has been a failure
by
every
measure."
This is a hard-line approach that we cannot take.
And why not?
Because you can't learn to defend it in time.
Oh yeah? Watch me.
The moral:
You will lose and so will they,
but you may as well go for it
anyway.
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 3:20 PM UTC
Lines marked the echos of a time long ago
Our steps aligned, and hands entwined
lingering down across the battlefield.
Whispered thoughts, that escaped
your pain there etched on your face,
letting out the secrets too hard to bear.
Remember, fort Griswold?
Where we surrendered for a moment
Arms open wide, as I kissed you one last time
admitting to a care that was growing,
in spite of it all.
There on that knoll you made your strength known
picking me up when I fell letting your hands carry me.
Broken soldier.
I remember you.
Do you remember me?
I'd been so sure I knew it all
until we were there,
and words were spoken and I saw
what you did hide there.
Upon the battlefield where blood was shed
Not one of them surrendered, and wound up dead
years ago, and I knew it well
You'd seen your own fort griswold.
Out there in the desert, and the war a muck
grenades, and the sound of machine fire too much.
Death, and dying every which way.
If I'd never been there, and you'd never said
t'would be easier to forget you, but it's not that.
And I wonder of Griswold, and the destruction
of time.
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
A man and his family drove down a white-covered road,
He rolled down his window,
And a middle finger was shown.
Christmas had come once again,
The tree was 8 foot,
No probably 10.
The guests had arrived,
The dinner was cooked,
A squirrel jumped out of the tree,
The whole family was shook.
The house lights wouldn't work,
So many times he had tried,
Clark accidentally said,
"It's a bit nipply outside"
He got locked in an attic,
With a towel on his head,
His family didn't know,
But let's leave that unsaid.
The ******* was full,
Let's blame it on Eddie,
Mr Griswold went sledding,
And he definitely wasn't ready.
They were the jolliest bunch of ********
A crazy nuthouse,
But oh boy oh boy this movie,
Would put a smile on your mouth.
Dec 2, 2024
Dec 2, 2024 at 3:39 PM UTC