Short Grandad Poems

grief is summer rights
twelve and sexy to grandad
the beat of hearts when...

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The world was fresh and alive
   when I was a lad
Why did it change
   when I turned a grandad...

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"Eh?  Sigourney's Beaver?"
Grandad's hard of hearing
"Weaver, Grandad, Weaver"
Deafness.  How endearing....

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I wonder if in year's to come

Children will ask ?

Grandad

What was it like during the Coronaviris ?

What did you do during it ?...

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Technology rage
That's all my free time gone
The teacher won't believe me

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Grandson and Grandad composition...

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LIMITED VISION


Cats   see us  mostly as ankles
Small child is lost in a forest of knees
Grandad is mostly crinkles and wrinkles
Sometimes hard to see wood for trees...

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After we each consumed a weed lolly
My best bestie gave grandad some molly,
He threw her leg over
They rolled in the clover,
Now my auntie’s my bestie’s f*** folly.

Written May 19, 2023 for the "Funny, Bawdy or Humorous Limerick Poetry Contest"...

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Written on 7/27/2021
By Gail R DeBole
Updated on 8/17/2021

My granddad’s five-dollar bill in hand
Was blown by a breeze through farmland.
 Our dog, King, “saved the Abe”
Fetched the bill straight away
To return it to my grandad’s hand.


(True Story that happened in the 1960s)...

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The turkey this year was so great,
the wishbone lay there on the plate.
I won the big part
and wished from my heart;
“Please, grandad, don’t start a debate!”

He didn’t hear me, I am guessing;
said, “is it stuffing or dressing?”
We fed him with wine,
which made him supine;
that, was our Thanksgiving blessing!...

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Dance of the bony 

Soon we will look
30 when we die,
Which will please the undertaker.
Death will be called a voyage
On an everlasting cruise ship.
The purser will send 
Festive cards
From romantic ports.
No, grandad is not dead, he rests
He wears makeup because he is going
On a liner as a dancing partner
For old ladies....

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winter tree
scribble on paper
shattered glass
aging masterpiece
blood vessels
interrupted sleep
morning bed hair
porcelain crazing
drought dry earth
think quickly
fungal strands
frozen pond uh-oh
straw on floor
slept-in sheets
did I lock the door
letter from a pocket
can’t reach that itch
tickly cough
grandad’s skin
winter tree




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I am tired 
I sit my weary bones down 
on an old rocker 
and listen to grandad play guitar 
his music magic to my ears 
wanting to send me into a slumber,
 but yet I am fascinated 
by the winds cajole to the lilacs 
with a sigh my eyes become misty 
I fall asleep 
with lilacs etching 
they're swaying bodies in my mind 
as they dance to grandad's song...

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One day you dropped down dead,
Your heart stopped,
Dad says " you were the apple of his eye",
I wish I had known you,
My grandad,

Grandma never remarried,
You where her one true love,
You couldn't be replaced,
I often think of you,
Wondering what we would have done
My grandad,

Your together again these many years,
My grandma and grandad,
I love you both....

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A pice is gone
What has it been 3 years 
And yet not I day goes by I don’t miss you
Your hugs were warm 
You made my happy 
You made me full 
but now your gone 
And no one knows how much I miss you
I miss you grandad 
I didn’t  have enough time with you 
I want a cuddle again 
I hope your ok up their
I’m up their with you in theory 
As I’m dying inside
Love you...

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I hear you calling me

whispering softly

blowing my hair gently

a featherlike touch on my face

I hear you calling me

in my dreams

silencing my screams

shushing my troubles away

I hear you calling me

in tranquil times

smiling benovently

revelling in my good moments

I hear you calling me

always

I hope I hear you

always

I miss you

always

I love you Grandad

always...

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The ghost of my grandad came 
to see me.
He wanted to let me know.
He fought to make a better 
Europe.
He fought to let us grow.
To grow in peace and prosperity.
To see all colours as one.
To embrace each others cultures.
To live in peace as one.

My grandad sat down beside me.
He looked into my soul.
He shrugged his shoulders coldly.
And said:
Fools, what have you done?...

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I saw Thriplow in its merriment
Vintage cars borrowed from Cambridge
and an abundance of folk singers
with strobes of defiant daffodils
food for the feasties
Morris Dancers sermonising past practice
and mud galore for the land lugger

wannabe grandad Rockabilly singers
and Betty Boothroyds cottage on display
St Johns Ambulance eagerly waiting patrons
Dray horses carrying wagons
This was an  experience to enjoy...

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If i was there
I would comfort you in your time of need
If i was there
I would've never told you to leave
All that was real 
Turned into memories
I wish u could still 
Be here with me
My heart is filled with sorrow
There's nothing else to live for
Because if you were still here
Its you that i would've lived for 
Now im shot down 
By what i remembered last
And  always you will be in my heart
And remembered as my role model
Grandad...

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Grandpa’s got engaged,
Giving the family a panic attack.
Ninety four and marrying
A teen age nymphomaniac.
They all got together in one
Of those family conferences
To try and bring grandad
Back down to his senses.
Sex with that woman could be fatal
His oldest daughter said
Grandpa looked amazed
And then sadly shook his head.
It's just one of those things
He said, much to their surprise,
It’s just a fact of life, my dear
If she dies, she dies....

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I choose to believe you're smiling
Somewhere on a cloud
Sharing a joke with Nan and Lil
I hear you laugh out loud

I choose to believe you're happy
Somewhere in the sky
Playing games with Grandad Joe
I see you wink your eye

I choose to believe you're dancing
Somewhere by the moon
Teaching the slosh to Auntie Eve
I sing you a little tune

I choose to believe you're living 
Somewhere near a star
Hanging out with those we love
I feel you aren't that far...

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The moments in-between
Their real worth often unseen
They come and they go without note or care
Until the opportunity is no longer there

If only you could buy those minutes back
Those that fall between the cracks
The irretrievable moments in time
Such precious but gone minutes of mine 

My Grandad is in the greenhouse picking tomatoes for tea
Helping my Nanna carry a bag, one handle each
Waltzing with my Mum when the adverts are on
All a time, once upon......

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For those who visit Swansea
remember that it's where a legend sleeps

The Reverend Christmas Evans
the greatest preacher ever heard or seen

It is said that if you visit his graveside
and tell the man about your day
then close your eyes and kiss his headstone farewell
you will receive luck for the next few days

That is the story my Grandad told me as i'm telling it to you
so remember if you are in Swansea and down on your luck
then you know just what to do...

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As a child I was curious of the moon, 
How do I get up there, it had to be soon,
It’s ability to float so delicately in the sky, 
held up by invisible ropes keeping it up so high, 
waiting for it to fall, to run out of light 
to run far far away almost out of sight. 

But yet it came back day after day,
And month after month,
What could I say,
It liked to keep an eye on me,
That old man on the moon, 
For it was my grandad,
Who was taken too soon.

04/06/2019...

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