Short Granter Poems

Our Past Is Unforgiving
Miracle Man
4/23/2023

We squander our time
when we venture into the waste land of life
inhabited by the what-if’s, and if I’d only.

Time is not a granter of mulligans, 
so the past is unforgiving.

Mistakes or bad decisions are a part of life,
and leaves collateral damage which affects others.
Any mistakes should be viewed as teaching tools.
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I dream another
dark towered city
that masks the sky, glistens
like diamonds in moisture
and loves the rain at night.

With my muddy eyes,
I grope, chilled,
wish for familiar warm
small spaces alone.

I dream the pension-granter
decides it's time for me to die.
My muddy mind races through that
looking for ways to combat the terror.
Bound to happen sometime I dream,
considering painful options....

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The leopard, jaguar, puma and lion had their own queen.
Lynx wanted one too; one with shine, sparkle and sheen.
The granter of queens told him he could have one in frost.
He gave him an ice queen. Her name was Mad Grost.

But she is cold and mean, lynx argued to the granter of wishes.
She is what she is, she will come around slowly like the fishes.
Lynx was unhappy as was Mad Grost, who did not like Lynx.
She said to the granter, why don’t you turn that little cur into a spinx?...

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