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Grant Appley

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Ben Lomond, CAL, US

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it will

by

Grant Appley



how,when & will
it end
doubt,sadness
empty;who's
are not & gone

mortal coils change
in & out
tears,wet & hard
blinding sunrise windows

it'll happen it will


G-man

by

Grant Appley



we worked trees
to themselves
creatin for
the morrow

quarter tons
fallen free
two wraps,three wraps
bed a limbs await

send em up
lower em down
runnin to knots
lovin to ground

our veterans

by

Grant Appley



here's to the men
some we knew
here's to the men
we'll never know

to the women
fought with their heart
to the women
with a silent heart

to a nations
right to quistion
to a nations
day of strong embrace

to world peace
night without a shot
peace
so many,,,,,,,,,are we taught

zee telephone pole

by

Grant Appley



i search my mind
am i the man i think
much yet to find

been told i'll do
days & nights shall tell
goals'er nothin new
someone knew me well

a family man
fear & doubt & me
tizzz food for three

lookin
smilin past
hopin
understandin love lasts

survivin fantasy's
a goal
could a bee tree
be
a telephone pole

oakland camp rd.

by

Grant Appley



grampas tumbler
a house a base
outside quiet & crisp
mornins breeze
ticklin a yawnin face

pajamas & ancient slippers
early moans from good old bones
walkin my only road
lots a deer & still
be that
dead,flat,black,toad.

a 1984 friday

by

Grant Appley

relaxed friday night
eagles come & gone
hard day a what's right
returnin with the dawn

life's beauty
heart's content
wife & sonny
heaven's lent

sweat's on a ranch
that's awaitin
smilin at chance
carein & creatin

me & my boy
teach each
priceless joy
be the door to explore

mrs. appley

by

Grant Appley



listenin to music
wonderin how
sweatin & workin & sick
she wipes her brow

long dark hair
with bits a gray
doesn't seem fair
where's her secluded bay

love is deb
thankin god i do
such a cure
smilin with skys blue

so

come on home
my lady fine
i use no comb
she writes no poem

we be friends
we be laughter
we be parents
we be love

love em

by

Grant Appley



times,remember em
my megans rosie smile
a travelin winds whim
ticklin a mountain mile

dare i notice
wrinkles of a year
grey be ever since
time's becomin dear

babies eyes be tens & teens
brown eyed six & a redheaded eight
gotta love the in betweens
with the lady a my fate

love my deb

around down town

by

Grant Appley



highway with a 9
rode a love creek lately
see my brookside smile
enjoyin an up sunnyside ride

to mill on mill sreet
lookin down from old county
rope swingins afternoons hot
forever did not last

july day

by

Grant Appley



dad did the world
i've postcards
ashes to ashes
waitin in the pumphouse

brotherly loves trippin
never near yet clear
mom & dad & gone john
embraces & faces

my mind's alive
catch a batch
a start's
one thought caught

happley heavenly

by

Grant Appley



it's early i'm late
happy mothers day mom
on clouds near the golden gate
the above must be calm

think often a you
old new joes special
wakin up us two
the last time
wish i knew

happley & heavenly
be your day
love you mom

kissimee

by

Grant Appley



locked inside
patience so deep
dreams a the outside
freedom be sleep

to walk the streets
run in the woods
life full a repeats
meetin new hoods

blue above
try to remember
lost love
seems to hinder

feelin burned
soon to be free
like the world
let me be

goot moanin

by

Grant Appley

rain,i don't think so
one says yes,another no
news channel weatherman
be wishin with a prayer

hella rare,almost february
is february french
is rain real
mother nature makein sense

not nice to fool with her
we forget,nature don't

goot moanin

by

Grant Appley

rain,i don't think so
one says yes,another no
news channel weatherman
be wishin with a prayer

hella rare,almost february
is february french
is rain real
mother nature makein sense

not nice to fool with her
we forget,nature don't

goot moanin

by

Grant Appley

rain,i don't think so
one says yes,another no
news channel weatherman
be wishin with a prayer

hella rare,almost february
is february french
is rain real
mother nature makein sense

not nice to fool with her
we forget,nature don't

hot coffee

by

Grant Appley

silent as a church mouse
oh i try
sleepin wife,sleepin house
sippin coffee too,so loud

so quiet ,hear the wind
warm thru bedrooms window
moon could hold water
watchin clouds glide by

we'll have another

by

Grant Appley

borein are snorein
as never i ever have
eyes wide open asleep
as the bengal tiger in me

so aware
tomorrow is near
windy with crispy
is all we care

dusty dirt roads moist
early birds seem to know
me & mother nature
love to awaken each day

hot coffee

by

Grant Appley

silent as a church mouse
oh i try
sleepin wife,sleepin house
sippin coffee too,so loud

so quiet ,hear the wind
warm thru bedrooms window
moon could hold water
watchin clouds glide by

we'll have another

by

Grant Appley

borein are snorein
as never i ever have
eyes wide open asleep
as the bengal tiger in me

so aware
tomorrow is near
windy with crispy
is all we care

dusty dirt roads moist
early birds seem to know
me & mother nature
love to awaken each day