"nannas" poems
Food swirls and swishes around his mouth.
He needs a washing machine for his clothes and a flannel for his hungry smile.
He brings the sun.
My very hungry caterpillar a.k.a my grandson.
So Grandma says you see.
Baby Bradley,mini boy!
The apple of his Nannas' eye.
(c) Livvi
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 10:18 AM UTC
Sniffing powdered white off my nannas vintage mirror
My inheritance,
My dignity gone
Nannas old, she's dying
Told me stories about the fairies in her head
Dancing her to sleep each night
Would dance upon my head ....
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 4:15 AM UTC
Dead leaves fall from a living tree,
captured by a breeze, to gather at my feet
tiny mounds
of earth browns
and ill-colored greens
piled on one another / rustling / serpentine screams
tiny graveyards
un-esteemed;
reminding me of last evening's
public television show (almost
appalling)
a special / they called it
on letters from the holocaust,
a reading / from surviving
members now grey and slowing
as they speak (aging)
in sepia slideshows during their
somber, teary-eyed recollecting;
lifting ghosts and rocks
heavy, from the moss
of their memory
silver photos of nannas, sisters,
brothers and fathers lost
fading details of the war
which time has (and they gladly)
frost, depressing
me with my big screen magnavox,
i remote control a pause...
&
still dead leaves of cemetary browns
and soldier greens,
lifeless and lifted by the wind
without empathy / or guilt of sins
an airy power, a commanding force / unseen
gathering / stems or limbs
of these casualties / of autumn
none following the flight
of concord cold fronts
clustering together / piled / inartistically
at my sandals, toes wriggling
crunching underneath my feet
weathered
death seems simple - like a mindless breeze,
natural and indifferent dust devils
it is the way of things
shifting graveyards of leaves
as if a memorial of use-to-be's
from a roar of sightless tragedies
memorium of wars
tombs of bodies / images of defeat
not so simple or beloved
the nature of such things
in these leaves i see
of thee i sing....
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 7:04 PM UTC
you put your wagon wheel down, so you can piddle on your car
go off to the pub to buy a pina calada oh yeah
you see we party all night long
and we never lose our marbles
and when we drink water we fucken gargle
you see i am trying to fight off my desire to eat breakfast cereal at 9 at night
can’t be too good for you, but i ate peaches and nectarines so cool
you see i have a big yawn at the sight of stupid old timers
i like looking at you tube videos of my nannas new life, john robert rimel
you see i am partying at the pub and screaming as i say
we just sit here, all fucken day
saying, i will sit here sit ****** here
saying you are nothing but a big buffoon
you see up up and away in a big red balloon
trying to sing songs from the album of tim minchin
not perfect and fat children and some people have it worst than i
that man inspired me to live my life being a total cool dude
you see i am trying not to **** anyone off, but really it’s hard when others don’t share your opinion
i try to be respectful as i talk to them, but i like talking to them, and sometimes it’s good to laugh
i don’t mean much from that
i don’t want to fight at the mall with the big strong man
i prefer to be at home on the internet watching TV
really, i have to fight my eating urges i have by saying, STOP STOP STOP
I do believe in buddhism and the paranormal too
but i don’t want to cross both of them, because that can cause
like i sang fly burgers are good enough to eat
we go around saying hello to everyone we meet
the internet is cool as well as TV too
but i hate reality TV, it makes me wanna spew
up the world and love life with me
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 4:51 AM UTC
When the breeze blows I feel your gentle embrace , when the sun rises
Your the warmth on my face,
When the moon shines bright the misty moor aglow I see you
Shine hello,
When your tears in raindrops fall on my hair
I'll know its you
Saying you care
And when you gently turn on the stars
I'll know your safe in the dark.
If I ever want to see your face I just look at my children their eyes you shine through them and always be near
And I'll gently kiss them and say nannas near
Jan 22, 2023
Jan 22, 2023 at 6:11 PM UTC