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A Thousand Kisses: A Poem For My Grandma

Originally wrote on October 18, 2006. I titled it More Than A Grand. I’m not adding to it or subtracting from it (Besides omitting her last name for privacy reasons. And, although, the poem is built off her name, it’s only the first name anyways.) I left it how I wrote it 11 years ago. 11 years ago? Wow!

There are some people who live up to their name

Names like Jamie, Tracy, and Terry/Terri pass as bisexual names

Now there is a new name that will pass as a bisexual name

A name can tell a lot about a person’s character

Darnell **** is the grandparent who I live with

Darnell **** has 3 daughters, no sons, well until now

I feel like my mother and my auntees are my sisters

I don’t think I’ma son to my mother, I don’t think I’ma nephew to my auntees, I’m more of a uncle to my brothers, sisters, and my cousins, brother to my mother and auntees

And our mother is more like a sister to us

Darnell **** brings home the bacon like a man and cooks it like a woman

Darnell **** makes the money like a man and spends it like a woman

Darnell **** can dirty like a man and can clean like a woman

Darnell **** raised a son like a man and raised daughters like a woman

My grandma lives up to her name

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

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Constrained Writing Prompt: Write a poem with 8 words per line. Then write the same poem again, erasing 4 words per line. Do it once more, erasing 2 words per line. *Hidden Message*

National Institute Trail Advocacy (NITA) in Charlotte (CHA). 

I hope they deliver goods like a carter. 

Heard they love to teach you by doing. 

NITA in Charlotte (CHA).

I deliver a carter.

Heard you love doing.

CHA NITA.

Carter I.

Love you.

Constrained Writing Prompt: Tell a love story, including a plant, in 5 sentences. 

They say you can’t turn a hoe into a …

Hel-i-cry-sum when I pansy how dandy that golden pothos would have looked in my kitchen. 

Jasmine, Heather, or whatever her name is rather daisy dukes than sunflower dress, have Poppy give her Black-eyed Susans when she didn’t come back with enough roses for her tulips. 

I wanted to go to the metal after the last petal was “she loves me knot” but my iris just stood there ox-eyed dazed. 

I wish I was as patient as a carnation and waited for a cherry to blossom ‘cause I gave a new meaning to deflower. 

Write A Story Using Only Numbers, and The Story Must Be Sad. Make Me Cry Using Numbers. Bonus Points If The Reader Can Translate It Into Words.

 1987 -
 1991 -
 10/09/2016
 1987 + 1991 = 2
 24/7/365 + 1
 1987 + 1991 = 1
 50/50
 777
 -0
 11/23 = 12/25
 07/19/2017
 1987 + 1991 x 2017 = 3
 1991 = 05/13/2018
 1987 = 06/17/2018
 08/08/2018 + 911
 2017 - 2018
 00   00
 11   11
 1987 + 1991 - 2017 = 2
 666
 1987 > 1991
 1991 > 1987
 1991/1987
 911
 1987 - 2020
 1987 + 777 = 20171987
 1991 ...
 911
 1991 - 2022
 1991 + 777 = 201719871991
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