Best Grandson Poems

Here I am in the garden laughing
an old woman with heavy breasts
and a nicely mapped face
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SURELY among a rich man s flowering lawns,
Amid the rustle of his planted hills,
Life overflows without ambitious pains;
And rains down life until the basin spills,
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One fine night, in the middle of the day,
two atheists knelt down to pray.
Hymn books opened upside-down,
in Top Hat n Tails, and their dressing gown.
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On an island the soft hue of memory,
moss green, kerosene yellow, drifting, mingling
in the Caribbean Sea,
a six-year-old named Alfred
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I CALL on those that call me son,
Grandson, or great-grandson,
On uncles, aunts, great-uncles or great-aunts,
To judge what I have done.
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MILES STANDISH

In the Old Colony days, in Plymouth the land of the Pilgrims
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I was born in 1902
I never once went back to my birthplace
I don't like to turn back
at three I served as a pasha's grandson in Aleppo
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Forget the suffering
You caused others.
Forget the suffering
Others caused you.
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Daddy left his boots for me
and here I have to stay
‘cause Daddy is a soldier,
I’m in charge while he’s away.
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O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman!
Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds!
Such join'd unended links, each hook'd to the next!
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HERE, while the Thracian bard's enchanting strain
Sooths beasts, and woods, and all the listn'ing
plain,
The female Bacchanals, devoutly mad,
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The old man comes out on the hill
and looks down to recall earlier days
in the valley. He sees the stream shine,
the church stand, hears the litter of
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LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings
of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,
we have heard, and what honor the athelings won!
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I ate pancakes one night in a Pancake House
Run by a lady my age. She was gay.
When I told her that I came from Pasadena
She laughed and said, "I lived in Pasadena
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In the spirit’s solitary hours
It is lovely to walk in the sun
Along the yellow walls of summer.
Quietly whisper the steps in the grass; yet always sleeps
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Father, when he passed on,
left dust
on a table of papers,
left debts and daughters,
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"How shall I be a poet?
How shall I write in rhyme?
You told me once 'the very wish
Partook of the sublime.'
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PALLAS, attending to the Muse's song,
Approv'd the just resentment of their wrong;
And thus reflects: While tamely I commend
Those who their injur'd deities defend,
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The sun was in the summer grass,
the Coolibahs* were twisted steel;
the stockman paused beneath their shade
and sat upon his heel,
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I
want to die before you.
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Shepherd. That cry's from the first cuckoo of the year.
I wished before it ceased.

Goatherd. Nor bird nor beast
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While sitting on a park bench reading
I overheard a man nearby
talking with his grandson.
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I’ve got this thing called autism
that can lock you up inside
but I am me, I’m Matty,
and I’m learning not to hide.
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Shepherd. That cry's from the first cuckoo of the year.
I wished before it ceased.
Goatherd. Nor bird nor beast
Could make me wish for anything this day,
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I WANDER all night in my vision,
Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and
stopping,
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A Child Of Forbearance....

the wind in the willows,
are playing with the grass beneath,
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Dr. Albert Einstein spent the last ten years of his life,
As a Crusader of peace and disarmament.
He passionately voiced his concern about Atom bomb.
In a dinner at New York Astor Hotel, in December 1945,
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I feel sad as sadness could be
Cause I'm afraid that one day;
I may not be able to say;
To my grandchildren, why animals deserted our planet
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O now that the genius of Bewick were mine,
And the skill which he learned on the banks of the Tyne.
Then the Muses might deal with me just as they chose,
For I'd take my last leave both of verse and of prose.
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First Old Man
He threw his crutched stick down: there came
Into his face the anger flame,
And he spoke viciously of one
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Could I have picked a better time,
To read My Grandson an old Nursery Rhyme?

But when I got to thinking and remembering the words,
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THE tale of the Count our glad song shall record

Who had in this castle his dwelling,
Where now ye are feasting the new-married lord,
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The moments are rare,
but when the mower is silent
and the hammer and nails
have joined the drill
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Father God in heaven I raise my arms to you in prayer and ask Lord
that you keep the children of poem hunters, my children and others
around the world under your glorious umbrella Lord. I ask that you cover
them like a glove with the Holy spirit and keep their hearts full of love.
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She is Wonder Jasmine she is Tjan
Chan!
Sylvia Frances Chan she knows Gan
Plan!
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As he moves the mine detector
A few inches over the ground,
Making it vitally float
Among the ferns and weeds,
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Let not our town be large, remembering
That little Athens was the Muses' home,
That Oxford rules the heart of London still,
That Florence gave the Renaissance to Rome.
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It was a rather quiet day, I had a few things to do in order to prepare
for tonight’s jewelry party. I started out to get my
errands done, giving myself enough time to get home to start the
preparations for the event. I made a list, had everything in order,
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Every minute was a memorable dream,
While leading the life of lovable theme,
Like Romeo Juliet and others we have seen,
Leaving behind society and what it feels;
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Not a lad in Saragossa
Nobler-featured, haughtier-tempered,
Than the Alcalde's youthful grandson,
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Take of the first fruits, father, of thy care,
Wrapped in the fresh leaves of my gratitude,
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I bumped into my grandson's English teacher yesterday
at the football, and in between shouting like teenagers
I moaned about the state of A's Eng. Lit. not to mention Eng. Lang. -
you know, you've heard it all before... in my day.....never regretted....
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LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings
of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,
we have heard, and what honor the athelings
won!
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Yet like grandfather
I bathe before the village crow

the dry chlorine water
my only Ganges
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(_An epistle from a narrow-minded old gentleman to a young artist of
superior intellect and intense realism._)
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Grandson's first birth-day
His cousins arrived
Twin girls half his age
Two is company, three is a crowd
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Who’ll be honoured and praised,
who’ll be dead, and abused,
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AN ACCOUNT OF THE MONGOL
EMPEROR – CHENGHIS KHAN!
(1162-1227)
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The old man twitched his brow,
Blasting music, jarring his ears,
Endurance threatened, he rose from his armchair,
Dragging weary limbs, he staggered away.
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The day after tomorrow
Is the son of tomorrow
The grand son of today
If we adhere to hereditary genetics
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SIRE, son, and grandson; so the century glides;
Three lives, three strides, three foot-prints in the sand;
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If I remember Raschi? An I live,
Grandson, to bless thy grandchild, I'll forget
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OLD Rip Van Winkle had a grandson, Rip,
Of the paternal block a genuine chip,—­
A lazy, sleepy, curious kind of chap;
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Dear Father in Heaven, today I'm not going to ask anything of you.
I want to praise you Lord and give thanks for all that you do.

As of late Father I've asked you for many blessings and you have granted many of them Father. You helped my daughter find her way and open a wonderful art shop, oh Lord I thank you. You kept my children out of harms way Lord and showed my grandson the error of his ways bringing him back on track Lord, I thank you. You granted my grandson, my daughter and myself a trip to Nova Scotia this year Lord, I thank you Father. You made sure my mother isn't suffering with her leg Father. You saw to it that David Harris came home from the hospital and is recovering nicely, I thank you Father. You took care of some issues for my friends Shelley and her new husband Michael Lord, I thank you.
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i am nothing without you,
with you i am everything,

thank you dear beloved
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You were a man, who used to hold my hand,
My wounds, my cries, you mend.
Smile on me, you will watch,
Here obstacles are, you teach me to dutch.
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By the Eldest Grandson.

A rainbow span of fifty years,
Painted upon a cloud of tears,
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Love you Maunil

Whole world, it seems, has fully changed
First as child, husband and now as grandpa managed
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THERE is a sound of laughter light and gay,
And hurried welcomes, as of joyful greeting;
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I.
Night and morning were at meeting
Over Waterloo;
Cocks had sung their earliest greeting;
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His tender head upon my shoulder
My arms holding the greatest gift
My heart filled ….. complete
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Seventieth birthday
In a revolving restaurant
On Space Needle in Seattle
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Revive your Inner Child
To detoxify Your Heart
As long as greed and
Hatred dwell inside you,
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Better there I was at the old home
With the old stupid palsied gnome
Why broke the mug, Papa?
Answer me, you crooked brigand.
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Then Pallas Minerva put valour into the heart of Diomed, son of
Tydeus, that he might excel all the other Argives, and cover himself
with glory. She made a stream of fire flare from his shield and helmet
like the star that shines most brilliantly in summer after its bath in
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OLD BARNARD was still a lusty hind,
Though his age was full fourscore;
And he us'd to go
Thro' hail and snow,
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A CUP she gave him, with kindly greeting
and winsome words. Of wounden gold,
she offered, to honor him, arm-jewels twain,
corselet and rings, and of collars the noblest
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CAME now to ocean the ever-courageous
hardy henchmen, their harness bearing,
woven war-sarks. The warden marked,
trusty as ever, the earl's return.
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Finally, I had my revenge!
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I.
My God, break not the breakers of the sea,
Nor command to the deep, 'Become dry'.
Until I thank Your mercies, and I thank
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MY NAME it is Nell, right candid I tell,
And I live near a dell I ne’er will deny,
I had a large drake, the truth for to spake,
My grandfather left me when going to die;
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'King of awful majesty,
You who saves the worthy ones free,
Save me, source of pity'
Wrath Day
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She's on the move
carving new paradigms
Laurels for your mother!
his mother! my mother!
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Many years ago in the early 80’s, my life was about to encounter an abrupt change. I was happily enjoying all the things that were going on in my life at that time. My husband and I enjoying good times, everything seemed to be nicely falling into place. The money was coming in on a regular basis, the children were doing well in school, sickness was almost non-existent. I was preparing for a body-building competition, my health, I thought was
excellent. I worked very hard in the gym, was determined to win the competition of course.

We just opened a new business called (Dynamic Demo) received a contract to work at the Co-op stores, fantastic I thought. While working in Co-op,
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limestone, with traces of polychromy, c. 1250

Point Dume was the point,
he said, but we never came close,
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My grandson grows up and I'll tell him
I'd lived in the country full of dream.
It carried out the Soviet Union's name,
Ruined by renegades without a shame.
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Mercury, eloquent grandson of Atlas,
I’ll sing of you, who wise with your training, shaped
the uncivilised ways of our new-born race,
with language, and grace
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'Heigh, boys!' cried Grandfather Bridgeman, 'it's time before dinner to-day.'
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My grandson sees a creature in the corn,
a wolf at odds with fate, paws clasped in prayer.
Today he will have more than thin despair,
than dreams inside a kettle, old and worn.
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I saw the beast
In the sea

He should
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The passion of the public, demanding what
is wrong, never shakes the man of just and firm
intention, from his settled purpose,
nor the tyrant’s threatening face, nor the winds
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1901


Not in the camp his victory lies
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bumped into my grandson's English teacher yesterday
at the football, and in between shouting like teenagers
I moaned about the state of A's Eng. Lit. not to mention Eng. Lang. -
you know, you've heard it all before... in my day.....never regretted....
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I.
When Denmark's raven soar'd on high,
Triumphant through Northumbrian sky,
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An address to Malvina, the daughter of Toscar. The poet relates the arrival of Cathlin in Selma, to solicit aid against Duth-carmor of Cluba, who had killed Cathmol for the sake of his daughter Lanul. Fingal declining to make a choice among his heroes, who were all claiming the command of the expedition, they retired "each to his hill of ghosts," to be determined by dreams. The spirit of Trenmor appears to Ossian and Oscar. They sail from the bay of Carmona, and on the fourth day, appear off the valley of Rath-col, in Inis-huna, where Duth-carmor had fixed his residence. Ossian despatches a bard to Duth-carmor to demand battle. Night comes on. The distress of Cathlin of Clutha. Ossian devolves the command on Oscar, who, according to the custom of the kings of Morven, before battle, retired to a neighboring hill. Upon the coming on of day, the battle joins. Oscar carries the mail and helmet of Duth-carmor to Cathlin, who had retired from the field. Cathlin is discovered to be the daughter of Cathmol in disguise, who had been carried off by force by, and had made her escape from, Duth-carmor.
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My grandson

He is my grandson
Very much enthusiastic person
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A march of the century, bold and fearless,
A march with a goal, the objective of liberation,
A march to lift India from clouds of ignorance,
A march to retrieve India from the dark hole of bondage,
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Recently on a winter evening
during a leisurely drive along the Imphal- Dimapur National Highway
with my wife I remembered
my past journeys
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ARGUMENT.

Cuthullin, pleased with the story of Carril, insists with that bard for more of his songs. He relates the actions of Fingal in Lochlin, and death of Agandecca, the beautiful sister of Swaran. He had scarce finished, when Calmar, the son of Matha, who had advised the first battle, came wounded from the field, and told them of Swaran's design to surprise the remains of the Irish army. He himself proposes to withstand singly the whole force of the enemy, in a narrow pass, till the Irish should make good their retreat. Cuthullin, touched with the gallant proposal of Calmar, resolves to accompany him and orders Carril to carry off the few that remained of the Irish. Morning comes, Calmar dies of his wounds; and the ships of the Caledonians appearing, Swaran gives over the pursuit of the Irish, and returns to oppose Fingal's landing. Cuthullin, ashamed, after his defeat, to appear before Fingal re tires to the cave of Tura. Fingal engages the enemy, puts them to flight: but the coming on of night makes the victory not decisive. The king, who had observed the gallant behavior of his grandson Oscar, gives him advice concerning his conduct in peace and war. He recommends to him to place the example of his fathers before his eyes, as the best model for his conduct; which introduces the episode concerning Fainasóllis, the daughter of the king of Craca, whom Fingal had taken under his protection in his youth. Fillan and Oscar are despatched to observe the motions of the enemy by night: Gaul, the son of Morni, desires the command of the army in the next battle, which Fingal promises to give him. Some general reflections of the poet close the third day.
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I
MILES STANDISH

In the Old Colony days, in Plymouth the land of the Pilgrims
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He draws a black line
with the pastel
my grandson,
And I draw on that
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Until sunset!
From the dawn!
See the woodsmen of San Juan,
They want bread before it’s gone!
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Just Happened!

As Grandma Sylvie I proudly share,
that grandson Vinhie,6 years old,
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Thank Heaven, the burthens on the heart
Are not half known till they depart!
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she was a young girl, named Louise, leaving her whole her family and many a friend
and boarded a boat in Holland
for New York
a new country, a new life for this 15-year old girl from Poland
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AFTER these vernal rains

That we so warmly sought,
Dear wife, see how our plains
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Grandfather to grandson did confide
“Your teacher is coming! Go hide,
for bunking class today”
Grandson said straight away
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[ A Poem-letter ]


My name is Brian and my only child, Shannon, I love.
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