Call Me Grumpy
@therealgrumpy.bsky.social
Bad Poet, Storyteller & Dabbler | Living life with gratitude.
December 11, 2025 at 3:20 PM
I thank you for your patience as I explore poetry from a conservative's point of view.
Your thoughts?
The New Sermon
They told me tolerance was love
until I spoke a thought they hadn’t rehearsed.
Then came the silence
swift, clean, and righteous.
Your thoughts?
The New Sermon
They told me tolerance was love
until I spoke a thought they hadn’t rehearsed.
Then came the silence
swift, clean, and righteous.
October 28, 2025 at 5:54 PM
I thank you for your patience as I explore poetry from a conservative's point of view.
Your thoughts?
The New Sermon
They told me tolerance was love
until I spoke a thought they hadn’t rehearsed.
Then came the silence
swift, clean, and righteous.
Your thoughts?
The New Sermon
They told me tolerance was love
until I spoke a thought they hadn’t rehearsed.
Then came the silence
swift, clean, and righteous.
Mostly True Stories from a Half-Decent Man - Part I
I’m no sage, no scholar, no genius with a plan.
Just a man with a full gas tank,
a half-charged phone,
and a map that never quite matches the road....
I’m no sage, no scholar, no genius with a plan.
Just a man with a full gas tank,
a half-charged phone,
and a map that never quite matches the road....
October 25, 2025 at 1:55 PM
Mostly True Stories from a Half-Decent Man - Part I
I’m no sage, no scholar, no genius with a plan.
Just a man with a full gas tank,
a half-charged phone,
and a map that never quite matches the road....
I’m no sage, no scholar, no genius with a plan.
Just a man with a full gas tank,
a half-charged phone,
and a map that never quite matches the road....
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October 14, 2025 at 1:43 PM
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The Art Of Letting Go
October 12, 2025 at 1:12 PM
The Art Of Letting Go
The water doesn’t hurry.
It just moves
steady, gentle,
finding its own way.
Watching it,
I feel my own breath slow,
the noise of the day
washed into something softer.
It’s a reminder:
peace doesn’t shout
it trickles,
quiet and steady,
like this brook.
It just moves
steady, gentle,
finding its own way.
Watching it,
I feel my own breath slow,
the noise of the day
washed into something softer.
It’s a reminder:
peace doesn’t shout
it trickles,
quiet and steady,
like this brook.
September 26, 2025 at 12:04 PM
The water doesn’t hurry.
It just moves
steady, gentle,
finding its own way.
Watching it,
I feel my own breath slow,
the noise of the day
washed into something softer.
It’s a reminder:
peace doesn’t shout
it trickles,
quiet and steady,
like this brook.
It just moves
steady, gentle,
finding its own way.
Watching it,
I feel my own breath slow,
the noise of the day
washed into something softer.
It’s a reminder:
peace doesn’t shout
it trickles,
quiet and steady,
like this brook.
Success Is Rythm Not Force
September 14, 2025 at 1:55 PM
Success Is Rythm Not Force
The Weight of Your Words
You think words are cheap.
You think names don’t scar.
But I have felt the weight of every word
you’ve tried to stack on my shoulders.
And still...
I carry myself higher than your ceiling.
Still...
I breathe freer than your cages allow.
Still...
I rise.
You think words are cheap.
You think names don’t scar.
But I have felt the weight of every word
you’ve tried to stack on my shoulders.
And still...
I carry myself higher than your ceiling.
Still...
I breathe freer than your cages allow.
Still...
I rise.
September 13, 2025 at 12:49 PM
The Weight of Your Words
You think words are cheap.
You think names don’t scar.
But I have felt the weight of every word
you’ve tried to stack on my shoulders.
And still...
I carry myself higher than your ceiling.
Still...
I breathe freer than your cages allow.
Still...
I rise.
You think words are cheap.
You think names don’t scar.
But I have felt the weight of every word
you’ve tried to stack on my shoulders.
And still...
I carry myself higher than your ceiling.
Still...
I breathe freer than your cages allow.
Still...
I rise.
Weather the storm and grow, my fearless friends!
**Please Follow, Like, & Repost**
**Please Follow, Like, & Repost**
September 12, 2025 at 7:06 PM
Weather the storm and grow, my fearless friends!
**Please Follow, Like, & Repost**
**Please Follow, Like, & Repost**
Marriage & The Art Of Compromise
September 10, 2025 at 2:22 PM
Marriage & The Art Of Compromise
**Love Language**
Backing up the RV might not sound romantic…
But it is our love language.
One of us behind the wheel.
One of us waving wildly (and maybe mumbling a few “helpful” words).
@rving.community
Backing up the RV might not sound romantic…
But it is our love language.
One of us behind the wheel.
One of us waving wildly (and maybe mumbling a few “helpful” words).
@rving.community
September 6, 2025 at 3:09 PM
**Love Language**
Backing up the RV might not sound romantic…
But it is our love language.
One of us behind the wheel.
One of us waving wildly (and maybe mumbling a few “helpful” words).
@rving.community
Backing up the RV might not sound romantic…
But it is our love language.
One of us behind the wheel.
One of us waving wildly (and maybe mumbling a few “helpful” words).
@rving.community
Barstool Hymn
It’s funny how a barstool
can feel like a church pew
when you’re sitting with memories,
hushed as stained glass light.
I ordered two Shiners that night
It’s funny how a barstool
can feel like a church pew
when you’re sitting with memories,
hushed as stained glass light.
I ordered two Shiners that night
August 27, 2025 at 9:15 AM
Barstool Hymn
It’s funny how a barstool
can feel like a church pew
when you’re sitting with memories,
hushed as stained glass light.
I ordered two Shiners that night
It’s funny how a barstool
can feel like a church pew
when you’re sitting with memories,
hushed as stained glass light.
I ordered two Shiners that night
I found it! I wrote a Seuss-ish story years ago and decided to find it in my puter files last night. I used Canva to create the title page.
(I feel like I might need to write something about the creatures/files that live in my computer.)
(I feel like I might need to write something about the creatures/files that live in my computer.)
August 21, 2025 at 10:29 AM
I found it! I wrote a Seuss-ish story years ago and decided to find it in my puter files last night. I used Canva to create the title page.
(I feel like I might need to write something about the creatures/files that live in my computer.)
(I feel like I might need to write something about the creatures/files that live in my computer.)
It’s funny how a barstool can feel like a church pew when you’re sitting with memories. I ordered two Shiners that night, one for me, and one for the friends who won’t ever sit across from me again. They didn’t drink it, but I swear the silence beside me did.
August 20, 2025 at 1:50 PM
It’s funny how a barstool can feel like a church pew when you’re sitting with memories. I ordered two Shiners that night, one for me, and one for the friends who won’t ever sit across from me again. They didn’t drink it, but I swear the silence beside me did.
I couldn’t sleep last night.
The ceiling just stared back,
the clock sighed every hour,
and my thoughts kept pacing
like they were late for something.
Some nights just refuse to let you go.
The ceiling just stared back,
the clock sighed every hour,
and my thoughts kept pacing
like they were late for something.
Some nights just refuse to let you go.
August 12, 2025 at 9:24 AM
I couldn’t sleep last night.
The ceiling just stared back,
the clock sighed every hour,
and my thoughts kept pacing
like they were late for something.
Some nights just refuse to let you go.
The ceiling just stared back,
the clock sighed every hour,
and my thoughts kept pacing
like they were late for something.
Some nights just refuse to let you go.
Have you reached this age yet? Do you "know better"?
August 10, 2025 at 11:08 AM
Have you reached this age yet? Do you "know better"?
“Most people have no idea that tragedy and silence have the exact same address.” -Rudy Francisco
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Rudy Francisco - Complainers
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August 5, 2025 at 9:46 AM
“Most people have no idea that tragedy and silence have the exact same address.” -Rudy Francisco
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I'm all hopped upon Mountain Dew and Sydney Sweeney!
August 2, 2025 at 10:46 AM
I'm all hopped upon Mountain Dew and Sydney Sweeney!
Tomorrow is my brother Peter's birthday. It's the first since he died last year.
I woke up this morning and the world felt off, like something important was missing, and it was.
He’s gone... but not really. I still hear him sometimes, like an old song drifting in from a half-open window.
I woke up this morning and the world felt off, like something important was missing, and it was.
He’s gone... but not really. I still hear him sometimes, like an old song drifting in from a half-open window.
July 20, 2025 at 1:54 PM
Tomorrow is my brother Peter's birthday. It's the first since he died last year.
I woke up this morning and the world felt off, like something important was missing, and it was.
He’s gone... but not really. I still hear him sometimes, like an old song drifting in from a half-open window.
I woke up this morning and the world felt off, like something important was missing, and it was.
He’s gone... but not really. I still hear him sometimes, like an old song drifting in from a half-open window.