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Grandpa Poem
Grandpa,
Love is something everyone has towards you, For they, too, understand the complexity of you.
Experience is the foundation for your knowledge.
And yet, you still serve cold porridge.
Grandpa, Anger does not influence you, Ignorance does not play you.
And you do not wish for fame, As you have understood, life is a game.
Oh Grandpa, humble and intricate.
I cannot imagine...
Saturday 27th March 2021 9:04 pm
Cairo On The Radio
Down the endless garden
to a hand-built shed of wonders
and little me, sitting with my grandad
listening to all the voices
pushing through the static
What magic in those wires!
The narrow band, the wide
The squelch and the gain
The whistle and the whine
sounds I’ll never forget
The spectrum of a planet
chattering
Such wisdom in rough fingers
so deft upon the dial
gently they’d ...
Monday 10th August 2020 5:12 pm
Grandad
Grandads old chair is empty now, he gone
People say a lovely man hats off to John
a coal miner in his working years, poor sod
His lungs where damage by when 40 0dd
pit dust rotted his chest and lungs inside
Suffering we watched we could not abide
They sacked him his job he couldn't keep
couldnt catch his breath, nana would weep
he coughed up coal dust from in his chest
...Thursday 23rd January 2020 7:00 pm
The Last Night with Grandad.
The sun bows, outside the window
Clouds don a shade of black.
In a dimly lit side room,
Bulbs flicker. Hope turns its back.
Clock hands stack the seconds.
Eyelids straining with the fear
That in the hollow of my dreams
You’ll disappear
With the wave of a gloved hand
Under a pristine white sheet.
I trace the wrinkles, map the dimples
Painted upon your fading face.
Until sleep seduces me
...
Tuesday 27th June 2017 1:50 pm
Grandad's Armchair
Grandad’s Armchair
Strange smelling, mustard brown moth-eaten chair, where Grandad sat on a Sunday afternoon after lamb with all the trimmings.
Like a heaving ancient giant, with his mouth ready to catch flies and glasses knocked to one side, he snores and wheezes, his tongue sissing like a snake.
With a choo choo train I fly around and scream and crash and wallop into everything; as Acti...
Saturday 24th June 2017 5:41 pm
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