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I am not a father...
Nor I am a mother...
I am just a daughter...
That is growing better...
Father, you have been away...
I truly wish you have stayed...
Hugging me as I lay...
I don't need much penny...
All i have been missing is you my daddy..
Your love and your real company...
Look, how i am now...
I pursued my little vow...
Hoping always, You"ll be proud...
It's alright if you'll not be loud...
All i want is for us to bond..
Yes, I am not a kid nor a child..
But still, there is that longing...
I can not deny...
I miss you much, daddy...
He’d known life, death and murder,
In our bloody war,
He had a group of followers,
Coming round to visit, for,
He’d take you in off the street,
And feed you, give you bed,
He’d fix your sick animal,
Yes an amateur vet,
My Father was a charmer,
Always full of common sense,
We never feared no harm,
with him in our defence,
The vacumn when he died,
was so immense,
He would have had the last word,
but he’s gone and jumped the fence.
Don Johnson 2nd FRANK H.
Contest Name IRIDESCENT
surrounded by walls
no where to go
walls are closing in
no more air flow
no one can hear you
like your never there
no one can help
no one is there
kicking and screaming
yelling for help
mom sits and watches
while dad grabs his belt
mom doesn't say anything
until dad leaves
she doesn't care
at least I didn't believe
this always happened
every single night
mom just sat and watched
without putting up a fight
going to school
with new bruises every day
teachers always asked
I blew their help away
knowing if I told
it would only get worse
begging on my knees
for him not to immerse
just laying there as time passed by
watching myself get beat
I just thought to myself
one day I'll be back on my feet
the time had finally come
many years after
I finally stood up for myself
it never happened thereafter
When he emigrated to North Dakota
Daddy came to help fill needed quota
Of young, strong men of honest worth
For untamed land at its new birth.
He met my mother, strong as he,
Raised seven kids including me.
He broke wild mustangs to the halter
And from cold or heat would never falter.
The settlers in this brand new land
Weren’t looking for the wild cow-hand,
The drifter who’d collect his pay,
Then casually be on his way.
Some would then join an outlaw band,
Before the law came to the land.
Though their kind earned infamous glory,
Men like my dad were the real story.
North Dakota had only been a state,
Ten years when Daddy tested fate.
He left Eastern standards and aesthetics,
Armed only with his strong work ethics.
He and his kind would build the schools,
And churches and towns and follow rules.
It took big men to build the west.
I claim my dad one of the best.
He homesteaded in nineteen hundred one
And that is how the west was won.
My Kiss from Heaven
I used to have a Ouija board
I’d play with it for hours
I never really believed in it
I thought it had no power
It was just a novelty
To me, a piece of fun
Then once when I was playing it
Just before the day was done
All of the room went kind of still
And a silence touched my soul
It felt like angels were all around me
And my world felt kind of whole
My hand went whirring round that board
Like me, I could not stop it
I felt that I had no control
It disturbed me just a bit.
A message, well it seemed to come
It seemed to say to me
“Phone your father in the old country
And do it speedily”
So I did this, I phoned Mum up
She told me dad was sick
And If I wanted to see him alive
I’d have to get back quick.
Well I got back to see my dad
Then he died not too long after
I let him know how much I loved him
And we shared some tears and laughter
I ask, was this a kiss from Heaven?
It seems like this could be
All I know is I’m glad it happened
It changed my life for me.
11 September 2013 @ 1453hrs.
I have lived,
And felt the cost,
Paid my dues,
But I have lost_ You.
Still I pray,
As chaos looms,
And as my blue turns into grey,
The angels sing- In tune.
Don't be giving in,
Don't give up my son,
Or fade away,
Lift your chin with the sun__ And rise,
With this new day!.
I have lived,
And felt the cost of all my wonderin ways,
I've paid my dues,
I - Have lost you.
I can hear the angels sing,
Your in a mistaken land__ Lessons learned in truth,
As the grey seeks out the blue,
She will__ Your daughter my son---
She will return--- To You.
For I have lived,
Felt the cost of all my walkin days,
I've paid my dues,
I- Lost you....
I wont be giving in,
Won't give up my girl,
Or fade away,
I'll lift my chin with the sun---
With this new day...
The old man and his grandson viewed
A barren bladeless ground.
When to his left the young lad's eye
Saw bleached bones scattered 'round.
'Twas more than one beast's bones that lay
There exposed to the sun.
It seemed more like a battlefield
Where only death had won.
The old man saw the young lad wince,
He reined in close behind.
As memories of what took place
Came flooding through his mind.
A century turned, but not his luck,
For rains had failed again.
He slowly watched the dams dry up
While cattle died in pain.
A little water still remained
Though sought by feral stock.
Some brumbies which came down at dawn
Still often used the block.
In good times no one cared that much,
But not so any more.
The young lad's dad and this old man
Both knew what lay in store.
A high log fence closed off the dam,
The timber they had sawn.
Suspended gate it lay in wait
For piccaninny dawn.
Then as the last mare ambled through
Wood gate it dropped like lead.
A wood rail race seemed their escape,
But death lurked there instead. Their capital had all dried up,
No cash for lead and gun.
To execute the feral stock
Took knife and old man's son.
With legs astride the wood rail race
Son grimaced as he drew
That blade of death 'cross jug'lar vein,
Then slapped the victim through.
Each fleet foot spirit faltered there
A hundred yards away,
While blazing eyes showed fear of death,
Mouths gave a weakened neigh.
Then one by one their weak frames fell
Onto the dusty ground.
The racing hearts of those poor beasts
Then gave their final pound.
The slaughter did not save the stock
For all the dams went dry.
It fin'ly broke the old man's son,
He watched the grown man cry.
All this the old man told the lad,
The picture was now drawn.
On why his dad then took his life
One piccaninny dawn.
The young lad then took from his head
his father's sweat stained hat
And as he wiped the tears away
He said, Gramps thanks for that."
I'd always had my doubts you see
About the way Dad died,
But now I know the truth at last
I'll wear this hat with pride.
I sometimes sit and wonder, dad are you with me? and are you sad?
I think of the time I had with him here on earth
He was a this frail, little man who loved the Lord
He certainly did all he could, he loved yellow for he stood out in a crowd
My dad was a wonderful person and friend
You just had to do for him, he was always so happy and never sad
To have some help from time to time, he loved you to come see him
He was a true man of God
He went to church and gave all he had
He never had extravagant things
He loved the basics of having furniture and clothes
When I gave him the rocking chair for Fathers Day in 2008,
Little did I know he was getting ready to leave this earth
I remember being so very happy to see, the smile on his face
When I would come near
The thing I am trying to express for all of us is to love your fathers and
Give them your trust
For you never know that this little man from God in yellow
He may still be sitting in the church he loved.
I remember always my father he was, the light of my life and now he is with the
Love your fathers and let them know that you truly love them so.....
Dedicated to my darling daughter. Lisa Maree, the kindest girl in the world
Lisa Maree, you baffle me
You just don’t seem to care
You throw your money all around
And people who won’t share
Will try to take you for a ride
And you can’t always see
What some folk try to do to you
You’ve too much trust in thee.
Lisa Maree, it’s plain to see
That you’re a special girl
Though sometimes you go off on one
And mind goes in a whirl
Your heart is gold, pure solid gold
You’re as soft as heated honey
You have a sense of humor too
You even think 'you’re' funny.
Some might find you hard to take
These fickle kinds of folk
Will run you down for being you
And treat you like a joke
But fickle folk don’t mean a thing
You’re far above the rest
When you are helping someone out
That’s when you’re at your best.
23 August 2013 @ 1817hrs
I grew up without a father,
never dealing with it inside
only getting used to the absence
bt the lack did not subside.
i never learnt to fix whats broken
never learnt to be a man
never learnt to swim or sail
never thought i really can.
My father left me only fear
that i was now incompetent
to be the father he was not
to have a child, im hesitant.
But still hope withers not away
that i could be so blessed one day
to hold a gift given by God
and live to have a family.
My father left me only fear
that i might abandon my own
but children i hold very dear
and wish they not be left alone,
to fend for themselves without the guide
but have a father to be shown.
To those who, appreciate
your fathers heart, its not too late
this day is just a reminder,
that those who have fathers
life treated kinder.