Bob Grant

Mothers are Mothers when seeds are planted, from them or others – don’t take them for granted. They conquer whatever – their life’s endeavor, think “Mother’s Day” should last forever.

Do you have a high IQ – if answers on a test you knew? Or sit right down to play the keys – and learning Bach is such a breeze? Or hack that site in seconds flat – include yourself within the chat? Or win the game with unique plans – to the sounds of … Read moreIQ

Let’s just “GO” at any spot, public park or parking lot. Just don’t understand the fuss, great for Cavemen – why not us? For those who worry – do not fret, for all must own some type of pet, trained to wait at all the stoppings, to pick up after human droppings.  

Let’s just “GO” at any spot, public park or parking lot. Just don’t understand the fuss, great for Cavemen – why not us? For those who worry – do not fret, for all must own some type of pet, trained to wait at all the stoppings, to pick up after human droppings.  

If I were on a desert isle, and I knew I’d be there a while. What would be the best of ways, for me to pass the many days? Mounds of chocolate I could eat? Jet propulsion for my feet? Perhaps a shapely movie star? Sure would like a whiskey bar? Things to pass the … Read moreIf I were on a Desert Isle

Guess you know the Rolling Stones? Timeless Rockers – aging bones. Wonder how they do it all, perhaps it’s due to Geritol? But the Stones that keep me Rockin’, fall from Kidneys then start Knockin’. Passing out like Cantaloupe, being pulled by wire rope. Just no way to “Gimme Shelter,” when the pain begins to … Read moreMy Rolling Stones

Cupid, Bunny, Old Saint Nick, whatever day that you may pick, a symbol there to celebrate, happy times and feelings great. But what about the other dates, when most are in such dire straights? Here to help and lift your soul, I offer you The Mundane Mole. Now every day your routine starts, and branches … Read moreThe Mundane Mole

Sending thoughts to outer space, they’re not lost without a trace. Willing eyes are there to read, your posted words in blinding speed. The Internet exacerbates, what is seen to seal our fates. There is one tip I’d recommend, please think long ‘fore you hit “SEND.”

As I creep close to seventy, nostalgia rears incessantly. Memories seem to give me pause, and make it better than it was. Leather jacket – Rock n’ Roll, a simple life I could control. Wax my car then take a ride, a pretty chick sits at my side. Draggin’ main with windows down, meeting friends … Read moreMemories

A beauty in a field of grass, young but with a touch of class. Gold hair blowing in the breeze, designer boots up too her knees. Unaware her place in time, which is why I write this rhyme. To share with you just what I see, and grateful she’s a part of me!