Bob Grant There’s things that I like, though not yet quite two. Like riding my trike, and seeing the zoo. I like my preschool, have fun being there. I play with my friends, and sweet teddy bear. Like cartoons with Mom, and snuggling tight. Like playing outdoors, and flying a kite. Like going barefoot, when inside the … Read more80% Off
Went strolling back in time to see, the fondness of a memory. From childhood into young adult, I always get the same result. My 20’s, 30’s, and beyond, my memories and I have a bond. The bad ones I can throw them out, not welcome now without a doubt. The good ones I can linger … Read moreThe Fondness of a Memory
If a lie is told to reach an end, is it worth the truth you bend? Little white or big fat black, are you stabbing in the back? Just mislead – or full intent, does it matter what you meant? Feeling guilt – or clean of hands, square upon your soul it lands. Give your … Read moreIf a Lie is Told
Would love to ride the chrome and wheels, to live the life and how it feels. Biker Chick upon my hog, riding through the soot and smog. Feel the force between my legs, basic manhood it just begs. Tattoo’s, leather, and much more, blasting pipes around me roar. Studly shades sit on my nose, that … Read moreBiker Chick upon My Hog
One-Way X-Ray goes through life, with a special view. Sees all people and all kinds, just like me and you. Sees them large and even small, sees them white and black. Sees them broad and even thin, sees them Jane and Jack. Sees them many – also few, sees them night and day. Sees them … Read moreOne-Way X-Ray
My Daughter/Her Daughter all in one shot, makes me quite thankful for all that I’ve got. Pretty together and pretty apart, always a spot right here in my heart. The daughter is two – the Mom I can’t say, as each one grows older – will always be “they.” Remember when one was as young … Read moreMy Daughter/Her Daughter
“Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda” the old saying goes, whether written in Rhyme or written in Prose. There’s things that we’ve done that we wish would erase, there’s things that have happened we’d like to replace. There’s things that we’ve said that should never be spoken, there’s things that we’ve written and trusts that we’ve broken. There’s … Read moreWe’re Human for Sure
Received a letter yesterday addressed to Robot Grant, my name is Robert, go by Bob – more names should add but can’t. It is the truth – I swear to you – I don’t make up this stuff, to be a Robot – all in all – might not be that tough. For joints that creak … Read moreRobot Grant
Was driving along going seven and zero, a speck I did see in my passenger mirror. Coming on fast – I could not make out, or know what that object was really about? Could be an animal gaining on me, maybe a bird thinking I was a tree? Maybe a boat that somehow had wheels, … Read moreSmart Car?
Got me a mirror that’s ever so neat, reverses the present so now I can cheat. Wrinkles are gone and smooth there appears, the fuzz and the hair are gone from my ears. Muscles that now lay soft on my waist, move up to my chest – so manly placed. Veins that are blue – … Read moreGot me a Mirror