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Hello all, Posted my 1000th poem recently and two and a half years later. boy, what changes my writing

has went through. I feel the words I write and people have told me they can feel the emotion and passion

 in my writing, be it prose or poetry. The words flow, and sometimes they're hard to stop. We have five

 grandchildren whom we love dearly and inspire so much of my poetry. Please enjoy the writings I place

 before you, and God Bless...

 

 

 

 

 

 

If we'd had our grandchildren first,
how different we would have raised our children.
This has been said so often by many grandparents.
When young we had a mortgage, we worked hard,
we learned by trial and error.
Twenty years later, we are wiser,
we have no mortgage and aren't so busy,
We can spoil our grandchildren
we can love them dearly,
then give them back to their parents.
We couldn't have raised our children differently
although we'd like to think we would.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Myth of the Hoop Snakes

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Listen children, let me tell
an Australian myth of sorts,
'bout the hoop snakes way back when
the kids would wag school for sports.

They rode their bikes all around
parents were not at all pleased,
so invented a story
to stop these skipping school sprees.

Snakes, it's told, would wait for them
as their push bikes they did ride,
would then bite their tails and form
a hoop, to roll by their side.

These snakes then heavily bit
the heel of the wayward child,
none wanted this to come true
so from school they'd never hide.

Since early nineteen hundreds
this story kept kids at school,
another Australian myth
stopped breaking the golden rule.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

Who knows who walked this way before
when coloured prints were not yet here.
Who knows who traversed on this path
carrying that which brought them near.

So many years have passed on by
with aged deaths and new births come.
Yet youth today can tread again
where ancestors once called home.

Life's a cycle that repeats itself
each generation continues on.
In whose footsteps we tread we know not
but they have all been here and gone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                 

 

                      

 

          

 

           

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Recently acquired son, Smokebox

wrote this for me

 

MOTHER
                      M eticulous in every good way
                                  O ften right when you wish she wasn't
                                    T ender and caring at all the right times
               H eartfelt in all her words
  E pitome of love
                                    R eaches out with no thought of return
 

 

 

Many thanks to those who have me on their favorite list - appreciate this indication my poetry

 is enjoyed by all of you. Love this poem written to me by fellow AP poet Pollycheck:


 


GRANNYERI 

           G entle soul with a loving heart
                                        R adiant personality that shines through her poem
        A lways there to lend a hand
        N ever harsh with criticism   

            N aughty just a little sometimes
                 Y outhful in spirit and will never age
                             E xtremely well liked by all that she knows 
                           R eady and willing to stand up to her foes 
                            I nside and outside a true beauty to behold

 

 

My granddaughter Lady Altheia wrote a poem                                               

                                            about me too, and I am so pleased:



The Best Grandmother I Know
Grannyeri is the best grandmother I know.
She took me in and loves me so.
She is thoughtful and kind.
Always has my best interests in mind.

All my grandparents are gone and passed away.
I miss them so much every day.
Then came a shining star,
I opened my eyes and there you are.

No longer blind to the hurt and pain
as love flows like springtime rain.
Since we met, you've always been there.
I know that you really care.

 


One more poem written for me by Viyanna

- what a lovely tribute.

 

 

grannyeri

granting me friendship and family,
reality through your eyes brings hope to me.
a woman lost in herself 'twas my plight,
needing the guidance only a grandmother's love does show,
nestled under the embrace of your wisdom and smile,
you have become more than granny to me, you are my mentor.
effervescent beams emit from your carefully written words,
relishing in their grace I learn something new each day.
i love you grannyeri for you are helping to make me me!!!

 


I am a fan of Granny

Grannyeri
what a cherry
minus any pits
smooth and shiny
sweet and neat
a best bud
who always takes time to greet
each new poem of mine
a lovely lady by far and away
A kind word from her just makes my day
I ain't messing, when i say blessings
for a kind and wonderful soul
 


W B Burkholder wrote this poem about me for a contest.

 What a sweetie. Love this write.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

From babies' breath to angel wings
heroic deeds and children sings
mountain tops to ocean depths
it's all about imagery.

Topaz waters, azure skies
golden leaves, piercing cries
incandescent wings, rambling gait
it's all about imagery.

Words used give creations light
details adding to the might
picturesque, exquisite too
it's all about imagery.

Words painted fresh and raw
hung like portraits on the wall
captivated and bewitched
it's all about imagery.

Beautiful pictures make poems pour
metaphors, adjectives by the score
haiku, sonnet and free verse
it's all about imagery.

 

 

 

 

 

      


I have three wonderful daughters - great poets who are very talented

 in writing poetry. Hope you give their poems a read.

 ShzoosyQ allpoetry.com/Poets/shzoosyQ                                                          
Spring Dale http://allpoetry.com/Spring%20Dale                                                
Candyincheslea allpoetry.com/poet/candyinchelsea                                            

AP sons
Son Michael J Chaplain, Check his poetry http://allpoetry.com/Michael%20J%20Champlain                 
Son Smokebox, Hope you check out his poetry too http://allpoetry.com/Smokebox
My latest son . Hope you find time to read his poetry.

night-eyed demon http://allpoetry.com/night-eyed%20demon

 

Granddaughters include some great writers as well:
   Stargirl 666 http://allpoetry.com/Star%20Girl%20666

a n g e l: allpoetry.com/poets/a%20n%20g%20e%20l
Viyanna Rosemarie: http://allpoetry.com/Viyanna%20Rosemarie

coolpoet: allpoetry.com/poets/coolpoet
-LilacThOughts-: http://allpoetry.com/-LilacThOughts-
Lady Altheia: http://allpoetry.com/Lady%20Altheia

heartfof painfultears;

weirdgurl101; http://allpoetry.com/weirdgurl101 

sublimewriter: please check out her poetry: http://allpoetry.com/sublimewriter

DesertRose 1; allpoetry.com/poet/DesertRose1
 

grandsons -
Marluxia- http://allpoetry.com/m%20a%20r%20l%20u%20x%20i%20a
Judo; http://allpoetry.com/Judo
 

A new uncle joined my AP family - a wonderful writer and good friend - Arkbear :  http://allpoetry.com/Arkbear

My newest addition to my family, my AP sister 

A-bear; http://allpoetry.com/a-bear

 

 

 

 

 Groups I'm in

 

 

Member of the Poetic Bandits 

 

 

 

 

Thank you A-bear                                                              

 

 

 

Member of the Wise Poets Society

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