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Grant Appley

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nothin on my mind

by

Grant Appley



light up another cigarette
nothin on my mind
body drips with sweat
still nothin on my mind

sun awakens
moons beckoning
sweats been taken
be winters cold reckoning

workin all a sunlight
darkness awaits my dream
hours a work a fight
me & sleep make a good team

cause i got nothin on my mind
body drips with sweat
just nothin on my mind
light up another cigarette


see her

by

Grant Appley

legs crossed
or
wrapped
for life her
friend, a plad chair
waitin without want
no quistions, no answers
as if there's
no mirror
is the way she looks
a smile that
lit this life
yesterdays,nows, tomorrows
need for photo's
isn't

old,old poem

by

Grant Appley



writin's thinkin
with only me
words inside
embracing i write

nice
to realize
i slice
moments beneath changein skys

ever brief
visits luck

wakein to wood
sweatin a smile
told i'm best, whatever, thats good
whatever only lasts awhile

sippin & peerin

by

Grant Appley



gone john dawn
again
donuts,coffee & just me
peace be hard as free

thoughts are as waves
repititous be not monotany
ben lomonds little folk caves
trails & laughter beneath
a virgin red tree

sippin & peerin
french paintings & words
hangin off old wood walls
listenin to ladies talk

i had two brother pauls


embarrassin a smilin moon

by

Grant Appley



here i'm not
breathins done
childrens growin & healthy
sittin sad without

soars this soul
to hieghts within hearts
lookin to my goodbys
smiles in my eyes

though i be not
my dears i'm here
tastin every tear
touchin every cloud

see you thinkin a me
i'm friends with your sole
you ain't seen free
tis an unavoidable goal

tis easy embarrassin the moon
see you smilin soon


a peaceful

by

Grant Appley



on my knee
a break to think
wonderin bout with past
didn't last

bits a people
wanderin powdered land
useless land
twas happened to far soon

nothin fair to say
future,fools,proud minds
peaceful.....could be may
another land on days without


two days till v.d.09

by

Grant Appley



whatchya think mom
am i still goin
to hell in a handbasket

do ya still love
yet not like me

more time was needed
lots
slow learner am i

more time
stronger memories

the old folks remember you more


visitin henrys park

by

Grant Appley



hidden table.henry cowells park
giant sycamores watch me write

my book comes out today
shall i relax
poetry a dreams & facts
wish no one had too pay

free to hear the birds
sun's peekin
i write these words
clouds release the blue

thick moss on ageing wood
woodpeckers keep the beat
bluejay's a mountain hood
springs eggs be the treat

ahhh, bein with mother nature
don't drink her water
we taken what was pure
wonder---------------
has she a daughter


dusty shelf

by

Grant Appley



growin with ben lomond
father am i,;'!? whatever
losing-+)*(^%#@wonderin why
years i thought clever///////wrong

change upon middle age shoulders
friends pray for me
i watch the shadows
johnny g grows

don't enjoy the mirror
smiles be hidden
ladies i can't remember
i'm my worst friend

help-----i ask myself
everythings stopped
dust collects
see me sittin on the shelf

thank you lord-------------again!


wonderin bits

by

Grant Appley



are peoples colors different
have you seen how not to see
do you cry,do you breathe
floatin place to place
be there places & races
are there colors
whats your wieght
have you wings
children fish for candy
chocolate lakes & whipcream streams
may prayers be your wind
what i send tickles your face

just wonderin with a bit a hope


find the fun

by

Grant Appley



where now
nineteen-hundred&eighty-eight
where be the horse & plow
thinkin its to late

i'll await tomorrows
as everyone
bacon & eggs,thy will be done
livins hard,find the fun


robert the red

by

Grant Appley



robert the red awaits
early mornins cedars & firs
thinkin about hot chocolate
& another day without pay

my son & friend sends
smiles thru my mind
hard worker,quick learner
robert the red awaits

thanks lord
for safety & good health
under sun & stars
& sunrise & sunset

so wipe your brow my boy
noticing his growing arms
a happy face makes the day
of the old man drivin the truck


lookin at my dad

by

Grant Appley



naked trees
perfectly colored white
springs early life pleas
warmth of morns wintery light

feel a goodbye soon
lookin at my dad
layin here yet somewhere else
stairways not so bad

hospital rooms not for me
sittin,not wishin more time
lookin & lovin what is & was

father a four
standin at your side
mortal coils born to sin
alond with one of a ride

be young when old


todays a knot

by

Grant Appley



trucks down
typewriters slow
i'm down
not quite stuck

wishin mean words
yell,throw,tantrum
burned medicine
i'm a scum bum

guess nice best bless
embrace this tiny,tiny
mind & puter room

notice babies on the wall
one with halo
show the know
to a not tall

loosin today
a please
a heart
quiet geese
a miracle


cinamman

by

Grant Appley



a fine,fine horse farewell
wild mustang to roundin barrels

ones weakest moments
must be
ones strongest

cinammans winter coat
warms not this heart
once upon a time in sloat
was a mego & red roan


somethin in the air

by

Grant Appley



sittin with time
can't see it
hear the silence
can't see it

lady across the room
full a love
can't see it
i feel it
just
sonethin in the air


my,am,me,79

by

Grant Appley



awaken too soft knocks
my monday mornin maid
love the way she talks
this lady with no blade

gone's perfume a the night
windows fill with steam
sqweeky clean in the mornin light
tryin to remember a dream

this artist sits alone
listenin to winters first rain
stomach begins to moan
thoughts of to much cocaine

hear the mountains call
get along so good
has no wall
its wild & mine

old brown boots
put my step in time
thinkin a little roots
love you johnny boy


my dad

by

Grant Appley



he's eighty three
it's two thousand-three
reno without humidity
cool night & days

gots to see my dad
thinks fifty
we don't talk enough
as memories fade

see em, love em
embrace his mortal coil
for not to long
be a stairway to a mom


slice a ben lomond/429

by

Grant Appley



hippies & giant sycamores
mill st. & life
fistfights & crossroads
built strong so long ago
tis the "parks library porch" old

we've a castle with a fishin hole
her ice pond rarely visits
rememberin little things
how easily marjorie sings

the quiet,smilin man

by

Grant Appley



redwood,fir,oak & madrone
dirt roads & dusty years
dull chains & worn files
hard earned brews & sweat caked smiles

angry nine workin skyline
swingin eight lbs. on a crispy morn
above my chin comes a grin
memories do that,don't ya know

gates,keys & locks
get me too the woods
lock me in,lock me out
times change & so do we

wouldn't a been cept for the bushnells
youngsters growin to men
ron bushnell was the grand
mountains man
watchin & teachin & lettin us in

thanks for so many years
twas such a time
ron bushnell's worthy a tears
comes memories & a ryme

remember mom

by

Grant Appley



forty years breathin
lookin back
don't recall feelin teethin
i remember mom

loved to love her sons
sippin gallo
loved watchin reruns
times she wore a halo

the time & all the wine
dampened not her spirit
loved her so,she had to go
will i ever bury her

never while i breathe
nor as my wings grow
mom's the heart a my peace
with an awesome afterglow

i love wearin winter cloths

appleyuckinewear

by

Grant Appley



it is hard
explainin absurd
hardships in
a word
nary a thousand
complete an
explanation of
complete decapitation
tis
one americans
daily follie......breathe
always breathe
smiling
helplessly
my wife
our life

mommy

by

Grant Appley



where's mommy gone
is she gone for the day
i need her to play
where's mommy gone

i want her soft touch
where's mommy gone
i love her so much
where's my mommy gone

she's been gone so long
i think that somethings wrong
maybe she took that stairway
like they say in song

my cloths are gettin dirty
where's mommy gone
she cried when she turned thirty
please,where's my mommy gone

there's mommy in that box
she doesn't want to play
no more mountain walks
mommys gone today

who

by

Grant Appley



good mornin to who
a bright reflections squint
my little pups excitement
a wish for dollars spent

tis a look a the day
wishin news no more
admirin my old face
with a bright reflections squint

openin thy sleepy window
chills & a whiny mutt
she's somewhere to go
follows this fellows daily follie

my dearest mego
i could smell it in your voice

sweet home

by

Grant Appley



endless beaches......be no water
waves be crsshin fear
twice sent to smell slaughter
sons & daughters wish him near

father & patriot
holdin little hands
orders typed on paper
tears drippin & faraway sands

lonely wives standin in the pain

a ben lomond moment

by

Grant Appley



watchin ben lomond boys swing
sun rolls over the ridge
street lights awaken on mill street
a truck crosses old county bridge

alas, tis the park

amber thoughts

by

Grant Appley



to thank a mom
i wonder
did any see her sweat
wishin she was younger

a callus for a lady
hot oil burns soft skin
cookin for life with grin
a lovely wife & a sip a gin

1999,13 and curious
mother works so hard
time we couldn't vote
i really shouldn't smoke

born to stories
of men & how they win
cookin & cleanin & puttin out
a lonely wife & a sip a gin gin

a bushnell harvest

by

Grant Appley



tis a t-shirt dawn
bit before summer
a telltale awakening
sippin french roast thinkin
hardwood

hardwoods my life
oak & madrone to burn
dancin flames,soft music & wife
dirt roads,chainsaws & deers flies

worked cords a thousand
stand gaurd san lorenzos redwoods
a bushnell harvest drips with sweat
upon dust of fresh cut roads

a day

by

Grant Appley



sittin in the rain
ways off be thunder
bits a wind do accompany
skys different shades a grey

tiz a confusing day
tiz a confusing season
so wet so late
be natures please'n

such a burst a nature
rivers risein brown
everything smiles be sure
raindrops & a one street town

little education

by

Grant Appley



i introduce myself
a startling fact appears
this mind of basic words
has little education & many years

staring to tomorrows
appears a hardpressed smile
little did i know
finally begins to show

jobs & applications
answers not to quistions
twelve years taught i walk
without diploma i talk

dare think a progrss
plan be now for change
where do i begin...alas
should where be when

a thought with children
awaitin my promises
another step in old brown boots
with double-knots today

force not wealth a progress
upon this watchful eye

believe i shall walk

just about winter

by

Grant Appley



sittin by a fire
water driftin to steam
warmth to my face
hot coals & a dream

work keepin pace
rugged deep valleys
no softness a lace
nor pavement or alleys

relax for a day
chores be done
sky's gray
gone's the sun

winter on the run

puddles in iraq

by

Grant Appley



red to black to red to black
sunlight puddles red
moolight puddles black
americans dead
pack the bag black

age a cardboard

by

Grant Appley



change's time
deaf radio never hearin
we be waitin
money's taken

made off's done
a ruined rage
(lennon's imaginin)
poor quietly sits
upon a cardboard page

hells powerfully unseen
gracefully gliding smiles
around buttered lobster
drips greed upon solid gold plates

it's.................... her.

by

Grant Appley


another new binder time
for a fool
of ryme
for a dime
silver tipped
broke as a yoke
young old dad
repeatin
love to toke
reseedin
season & life
reason be wife
friendship's such an
ever,please never
endeaver
sanity smiles
nervously breathin
goose bumps,little hairs
erect in the cold
music of novembers
first morn

david & john

by

Grant Appley



friend from the summit
sprouted wings
no way to visit
up there with the kings

with whom shall i grow old
rememberin times
memories
playin

old times
take awhile
old crimes
in my smile

i think a j.c.
1 a 2
david lies under an oak
time's its way with blues

friendsssssssssssssssssss

iraqin my brain

by

Grant Appley



yesterday be memories
catchin what was
upon my dusty shelf
an old mans way to pay

vote for bush be treason
feelins i've come upon
be not one reason
be not one gone

mornins windy
sandy afternoons dead
bloody woundeds bed
beyond the comfort a lies

alley cats tools

by

Grant Appley



shoulda,coulda....didn't
words on paper
grown,loved & gone
did somethin

oh well

a foggy quincy morn
horses & meadows
local people normal
upon alley cat stools

talkin & sippin
admire unexpected.....outside
foggy quincy morn
such a primo ride....white

the valley

by

Grant Appley



san lorenzo valley be home
covered bridge & felton bowl
across the river,hunger & a poem
heavy malls taken its toll

boulder creek be loggers & bars
naked mountains now lush
how many seasons,how many scars
rapin virgins,leavin the brush

fifty-calibers grown old
some fathers be one
dante,roland & dack,pure gold
what caliber be me

to vast

by

Grant Appley



hello tomorrow
goodbye today
wish to borrow
bits a yesterday

wished it past
anticipation & hope
time be to vast
past & future may elope

hello tomorrow
goodbye today

thanks lord

by

Grant Appley



if i take a look
back at what was
i once wrote a book
seems someone always does

forty-five & five be growin
teenage years be it
elementary's children known
my god she's got a zit

been told i'd never land
i've mountains & sierras winds
holden lovely ladys hand
with family to defend

if i'd take a look
i'd smile & thank the lord
even though i wrote a book
he's never left me bored

i'll be

by

Grant Appley



i am with him
not just me
past be
i will be

my conscience grew
temptation...my mind would not
watched me burn blue
late for shattered glass

lord i am strong
what do i not see
my childrens ageing eyes
helped me finally

i will be me
i remember

someday

by

Grant Appley



i write alone
my familys glance
toward a prison
come along sweet chance
someday

poetry so fun
death needs no gun
bring it on my son
someday

tis time
a smile & a ponder
tomorrows awaitin
tis a beamin wander
someday

time to time
be so long

beautiful day 2001

by

Grant Appley



i lay & praise my way
wrapped in winter
eyes settin along with the sun
beautiful fifth day,2001

callused hand & mind
ink & i often think
soft lady kind was
mom & now my wife

48 years on earth
within this mortal coil
scars,bars & nature
i'm family & lord jesus loyal

comes a barkin moon
depths of temptation appear
crack a dawn no longer noon
such a beautiful day,2001

beautiful day 2001

by

Grant Appley



i lay & praise my way
wrapped in winter
eyes settin along with the sun
beautiful fifth day,2001

callused hand & mind
ink & i often think
soft lady kind was
mom & now my wife

48 years on earth
within this mortal coil
scars,bars & nature
i'm family & lord jesus loyal

comes a barkin moon
depths of temptation appear
crack a dawn no longer noon
such a beautiful day,2001

here i am

by

Grant Appley



three sons standin
proud a sweat & callus
now stands to
sadly one to few

goodbye'll never escape my lips
stands i with three sons strong
johnathin grant's a challenged embrace
my young mans brown eyed face

smilin young man
splittin times with mom & dad
smilin, well aged man
has time taken your plan

might years create a hardened man
time shan't steal your dreams
my young mans never met hate
awaits a young mans brown eyed fate

through sweat & callus
a families one to few
challenged embraces & a missin plan
ever here i am

tear & a tear

by

Grant Appley



ugly tear
ripped the face of a year
minutes & hours stole a care
only alone finds my tear

the fastest swimmer

by

Grant Appley



a fact i've shied
years & years away
never shed a cry
there for a day

a man....gone
memories do nibble
so young....forever
beneath that felton oak

dear valley friend
see we do
remember & love you
david from zayante

the fastest swimmer

8 lbs. & a ryme

by

Grant Appley



redheaded toes
ticklin pops nose
whispers in my ear
"love you pop,i farted"

windows tight
smokes embraced our land
sierras screamin

pumps died
without a word
roots screamin

ain't ugly here
love smilein dimples
mustang,pits & a wolf
keep watch my talley

love is
feelin time

wood is
sweatin time
swingin 8 lbs. & a ryme

s.l.v.

by

Grant Appley



i walk empty halls
memories workin overtime
lord the girls were lovely dolls
twas my bashful time

fifteen years or more
today's a quite sabbath
still's warmth a pride
such an early ride

visitin my old school
envy in my heart
strong,strong tool
shoulda known from the start

darnit

ahhhh...the trout

by

Grant Appley



special day be birth
my little man's now four
love is all it's worth
johnny grant i so adore

early mornins pancakes
birthdays build a man
memories a faraway lakes
we're natures favorite fan

where be the elusive trout
beneath ripples in the wind
little eyes full a doubt
his pole begins to bend

tonight be stories & stars
mountains be our playground
away from bars & cars
a happy,happy has been found