Tony Grannell


Tony Grannell Poems

1. The Lost Veteran. Ptsd 11/10/2016
2. Flame 12/5/2016
3. Where You Left Me 12/5/2016
4. No Beauty Here 12/7/2016
5. The Elated Confessant (My First Holy Confession) 12/10/2016
6. The Blaskets 12/13/2016
7. Miner 12/16/2016
8. Widows' Parade 12/19/2016
9. In Fear And Fair 11/27/2016
10. Autumn's Sonneteer 3/10/2017
11. His Valentine 3/11/2017
12. A Stained Silk Dress 3/13/2017
13. Weeds 3/14/2017
14. My Winning Ways And Hank Williams 3/17/2017
15. Let No Man 5/18/2017
16. Farewell 5/20/2017
17. Go Tell The Greek 5/20/2017
18. Mountain Men 5/16/2017
19. The Little Slave 5/30/2017
20. Somme 6/21/2017
21. Whiskey Weeds 6/21/2017
22. To The Light 11/23/2017
23. On Pearly Wings (A Boy's Death) 11/29/2017
24. The Weepin' Willers 12/12/2017
25. In Madding Hunger 12/14/2017
26. The Moneyman 12/17/2017
27. Revolution 12/21/2017
28. The Oarsman's Beads 12/28/2017
29. Facing Empire 1/6/2018
30. The Gloaming Lays 4/17/2018
31. Diggin' 4/19/2018
32. Grave Diggers 4/21/2018
33. Runaways 9/26/2018
34. Dead Men's Chant 10/14/2018
35. The Egyptian 10/16/2018
36. Pimped 10/23/2018
37. How Comes The Poem 11/12/2018
38. Too Small For Grieving 11/12/2018
39. Clarified 11/15/2018
40. Slept To Debt 10/29/2018

Comments about Tony Grannell

  • Dave rooney (2/9/2018 4:28:00 AM)

    Classic work,,, can you please contact me at daveyrooney@eircom.net if possible

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  • Practicing Poetess Practicing Poetess (3/20/2017 10:25:00 PM)

    He may refer to himself as roughed up and no-good, but inside that case is contained a jewel, the beautiful heart of a balladier, a bard extraordinaire!

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Best Poem of Tony Grannell

Old Poet

Tread warily old poet through twilight's divide
where the words play strange on the paper.
'Twixt light and the shade where perceptions collide
flickering its grasp on the taper.

I've offered my lot on the verses of time
for reasons bequeathed to plunder.
I have opened my soul and strove to divine
whilst pages were falling asunder.

On the dimming of day in passing behold
the disquieting hues of the evening.
It is there the dying of colours unfold
the end of my day in its grieving.

I fear mine own words as I into the night
though I take ...

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Old Poet

Tread warily old poet through twilight's divide
where the words play strange on the paper.
'Twixt light and the shade where perceptions collide
flickering its grasp on the taper.

I've offered my lot on the verses of time
for reasons bequeathed to plunder.
I have opened my soul and strove to divine
whilst pages were falling asunder.

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