The Web Poetry Corner
DreamMachineThe Web Poetry Corner is a Dream Machine Site
The Dream Machine --- The Imagination of the World Wide Web
Google

The Web Poetry Corner

Grant Appley

of

Quincy, CAL, US

Home Authors Alphabetically Authors Date Submitted Authors Country Submission Rules Feedback



If you have comments or suggestions for Grant Appley, you can contact this author at:
grantsplace@snowcrest.com (Grant Appley)


Find a book store near you, no matter where you are located in the U.S.A.!


Cerzan

...the best independent ISP in the Twin Cities

Gypsy's Photo Gallery


hello

by

Grant Appley



i like rain it tickles
clouds be my shade
mornin dew's like sweat
did you know we've met

shoulda told you all
you wax red apples
throw the foot & baseball
you suck me dry

my name is earth
abused
i write this poem
you ruin your home

i am old & sold
sad & mad
what was gold
has been had


gone

by

Grant Appley



so not confused,
confident amongst my
hardest day.
america cares not
for now confused,not
confident every day.
my america is
gone!
a certain smiles
faden to the
not returns.
i grew years
with what's gone!
tis no truth
to find

lots lost

by

Grant Appley



ageing poets thoughts
come with every heartbeat
not so hard to finds
never to return

i realize i've
got to catch
the shall be gones
wishin they were songs

memory so precious
i see you
now & again
comes smiles beneath blue

ahh,an ageing poets thoughts

longs land

by

Grant Appley



rain,mudd & coffee
loggin roads be closed
be time so free
standin wet & ill composed

green shines a wet forest
quiet lay logs & machines
sharpenin chains below skys grey
standin wet in old blue jeans

indialantic,florida

by

Grant Appley



a few scattered clouds
along a florida coast
early mornins with no crowds
to the pelicans i toast

two lizards play for me
parking meters sleep
old man on a three-wheeled bike
bits a time i keep

quiet waves reflect the sunrise
surfers walk away in disgust

it'll be o.k.

by

Grant Appley



see the hero
on the corner
eyepatch,crutches & halo
bendin to pick up a quarter

loss a job & sight
loss a house & leg
church is to far to walk
so broke we only talk

thinkin & sittin
better we be
surely off our ass
time's fightin the mass

heaven's

by

Grant Appley



redwood logs lay
huge,dark,brown
enjoyin the sunnyside up
nowadays lookin down

twas frank sinatra
it really was
sittin on a virgin soft
creatin suntan without sin

be heaven not hell
be desert dwellers content
be a sailors swell
a climbers discent

do the fat find healthy
see the snakes smile
gones words like wealthy
embraced be every style

tis learnin to fly

drunks

by

Grant Appley



drunks are funny
one be happy
one be sad
mad,just crappy
some smell
some fall
forever tells a
their livin hell
some cannot see
some'll never see
lots lost
not anymore
shall i watch

i'll care

weree!!!

by

Grant Appley



don't worry
said i to thee
we bein the smartest
upon earths such profitable beauty

a species who,after all
made up all the words
releived abundence a everything
changed the oceans blue

we took & look
does the bear forgive
be there any fish
maybe raindrops burn

the chair

by

Grant Appley



let it be
we can't
demand answers
we can't
all not vote
we can't
trust our voted
oh how we can't
pretend like we be equal
we do
why,why,why!
i know
we don't know
we care
in the chair
where we stare

communistically

timber

by

Grant Appley



heart of a virgin
upon my wall
above our picture window
when did she fall

dark,brown & soft
holds the wieght a rock
home too eagle & hawk
twas once a water tank

daughters

by

Grant Appley



borrow energy
to do what
not's ever done.
spirit within may
assist....if
one that sits
may ask ones
spirit
to assist thee.
such a request
could
change lives.
sitting happens less.

spirits answer even
stubborn beautys.
roads ridden with
ones spirit alive.
alert & full
of excitment
truly
shall change lives!

spirit is strength.

i know i realize

by

Grant Appley



my mind is wanderin
fantasy be my love
happiness on ponderin
what it is like above

be there truly golden gates
will i sleep upon a cloud
strange place,know one hates
angels whisper,never loud

tell me,how will it be

beautiful sunsets are a hint
lovely sunrise fills my eyes
can't say as i'll repent
yet i know i realize

times inside

by

Grant Appley



brookdale lodge be enchantment
clearcreek & steaming lobster
twas sixty-six & dollars & sense
i was fourteen,a busboy & pure

sittin with twenty years gone
people come & go
hgwy 9 & a brookdale dawn

was it so long ago
i hate that

sands a my hourglass
tis numbers to my seasons
yesterdays

hungry bones

by

Grant Appley



rubbin eyes
begins a may day
beneath a bridge
pink eye & a poem

roll my bag
visit a bush
do more is gone
hunger to the bone

walk
smellin coffee & bacon
walk
hunger to the bone

nowhere
red faced embarrased
no food
why'm i tired

red potatoes a standish

by

Grant Appley



rains got me inside
enjoyin the heat
bicycles,puddles & a wet ride
smilin,winter i greet

geese honk their way
i see my breath
gramma ward's a smilin day
it was good to pray

sittin with two joes
third be cuttin wood
nevermindin wind blows
little things make life
so good

be thy rusty gates

by

Grant Appley


inchin to the top
agein night & day
dreams to fill
tomorrow'll find a way

hair no longer black as night
grey a dawn be with me
time's been a fight
at the gates i'll be free

memories & i
smiles & sadness together
rememberin a secluded bay
a touch from heavens feather

a moment

by

Grant Appley



the ugliest tree
colored lights aplenty
few well wrapped gifts
smiles fill this house

late night "98"
thinkin about long gone mom
the dawn & christmas morn
dad just eighty & happy

a poem to hold the moment
cats & dogs & kids & snow
cold & crisp
i writes a memory

autumn

by

Grant Appley



2011's twilighten a pastime
shooters at hoops orderin more
newslady's breakin news as ordered
politicians dangerous as never before

pray for we & we for thee
spare bootstrings can not hurt
watchin horizons,somethin comin
i do blurt.......it'll be covert

so shoot me in the head
preferribly dreamin in bed
i'll float with love above
hatein all my voted said

smilein clouds with teeth

by

Grant Appley



lookin out,lookin in
poetry from both
i know me
i think

curiousity wears hats
lottsa hats
many colors
many years

favorites
be worn
to
old

covered
hair
grown &
gone

a win's
reality gone
as a
smilein cloud

with teeth