I'm the aberrational poet your English teacher warned you not to read or follow into the literary abyss. If you steal my poetry...I will find you in between fogyish metaphoric lines. I'll be armed with my quill and papyrus where at will I can wield my power as a writer to erase you from my realm. I will smudge you with inky darkness and do unprintable things like a ghost in imaginary darkness.
In full disclosure, I am absurdly mad and take no responsibility for my actions if crossed poetically. But, otherwise, I’m a simple free spirited poetic writer wordsmithing outside the grammatical lines and rules. An easy going romantic rebel at heart.
I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone as a friend until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with others, like-minded artists, or writers.
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12 thoughts on “Grandchild”
Ohhh myyy this is just beautifully poignant as always! Such a bittersweet tale told from the perspective of the grandpa. Wonderful!!
In The Beginning Man Tried Ascending To Heaven via The Tower Of Babel. Now He Tries To Elevate His Existence To A Heavenly State of Consciousness Thru The Use Of Hallucinogenic Drugs. And, Since The 20th Century, He Continually Voyages Into Outer Space Using Spacecrafts. Prayer Thru Christ Is The Only Way To Reach Heaven.
Ohhh myyy this is just beautifully poignant as always! Such a bittersweet tale told from the perspective of the grandpa. Wonderful!!
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I appreciate your words, Ty.
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how incredibly touching
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David
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Thank you, David. Great to see you appreciate it.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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So beautifully said.❤️
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Thank you. I enjoy people who appreciate my post.
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How can one not? And you’re welcome
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I loved every word…so moving. I’m a granny, and maybe that makes me appreciate your poem all the more. 💕
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Ahhh yes, that might well be. Thank you much.
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These verses express the cherished gift of grandchildren. From one grandfather to another . . . blessings.
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Thank you kindly
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