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Father Ballad Poems | Ballad Poems About Father

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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..
ever anymore...
But still, there is that longing...
I can not deny...

I miss you much, daddy...


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Dudes in duds 

broken down brims

cocked and bent

creases in trousers

when thugs were


People with attitude

women too

demeanor's and outfits

like Ebony's front pages

Dudes in duds 

broken down brims

Money on backs

eyes watching the eye's

of watchers 

Entrances and exits.

wink or nod 

jazz in smoky 


groomed and manicured.

sashay across the room

stepping off in Balley's

shoes shined

no scuff

high profile..

Dudes in duds 

broken down brims.

men creating

temporary illusions

Clean to the bone

deliberate sashay

tempo exaggerated

tempting and teasing

pleasing the eye

karat's on fingers

scents linger

exquisite cologne

clean to the bone

faded edges

role playing no script

Dudes in duds

broken down brims

cocked and bent.

Attitude in threads

We wait to be called

in that back room

Were they'd spit

Gangster wit.

before videos

dudes in duds

with sweet tongues 

live and direct

we upstarts

learning our parts

we sit internalizing 

gangsta wit

like understudies.

in after hours


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life in america

in            her heart i n her body she froze  mevmerize by the  time that she had to 
into her body man that dude

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Grandparents they be two lights
Who may lead to wisdoms door.
For hopefully they've lived their lives
And made that journey to the core
And found the jewel buried there
Beneath the shades of sorrow.
And now these two be living life
No past and no tomorrows.

They be a pool within a desert
Where the grass grows lush and green.
A cool place where the kids drop in
To breath in air that's more serene.
They will be gentle, sweet, but stern
{If the need for this comes up}
But mostly kids look on these folk
To over fill the loving cup.

And when these ancient ones depart
And through the golden gates do stroll
The power that rules these mighty realms
{Once the aids have weighed the soul}
Will send them down as spirit folk
To help folks lives to flow
before they enter Earth again
To gain another chance to grow.

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The Sky Is Red

Oh, the sky is red this morning,
Oh, the sun is black like night,
Oh, my heart is deep in mourning
My love has died in the brave fight.
He did fight from morn till dusk dear,
He did fight all through the night,
He did not let our land be taken from us
Whilst he was standing, fit to fight.

The heathen came across the waters,
The heathens came prepared to fight,
The heathen came to our great nation,
To take it from us with their might.
Our land was fraught with mortal danger,
Our daughters all were chilled with fright,
Our mothers all were filled with righteous anger,
Our fathers all were set about to fight.

“We shall fight from morn till dusk boys,
We shall fight all through the night,
We won’t let our land be taken from us
Whilst we’re all standing bravely in this fight.
For they had come to the wrong place dear,
As they thought us weak with fright,
They did not know that we would join together
To defend our land with all our might.”

So we fought from morn till dusk dear,
So we fought all through the night,
We tried to stop our land being taken from us
Until no man could stand up to fight.
Oh, how we fought from morn till night dear,
Oh, how we fought all through the night,
Now they think our land is taken from us
Because they’ve beaten us in this fight.

Now they think the battle is over,
Now they think the war has been won.
Now they think they’ve broken our spirit,
By slaughtering our precious, precious ones.
Now they think that they can rule us,
Now they think we are “their sons”,
Now they think that they have “won us”,
Now they have all our swords and guns.

But the fight goes on forever,
Maybe not with bombs, knives or guns,
They will never own our souls dear,
We will never be their sons.
Yes we’ll still fight them in the morning,
We’ll still fight them in the night,
We will never give up on our freedom,
While one of us is standing here to fight.

Yes, the fight goes on forever,
No, the war will never be won:
They will never own our souls dear,
We will never be their sons.

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You're Just A Stranger

Why do you despise me
why can't you let me be,
how come you always pestering me.
How come you can not see
I am beginning to turn my love away from thee
Just as you are turning your hate on me.

I proceed biting my words back 
and just nodding my head
you think i am the one to blame
but you'll end up losing me instead.
I try to talk to you, but you
cut me out and shut your ears
where will this get us
in fifteen or so years.
You bring down the pressure
while i try to do as you say
Only until i lose, you win
will you stop yelling and walk away.

Here i sit, expressing my stress on paper
only hoping tomorrow will bring
something better
and that i won't lose my life forever.
Please forgive me 
for this paper may be wet with tears
I know this is a stage in life,
I pray will pass in a few years. 

As i write my anger fades
but when i think about you it returns
I hope we both learn from this
For I may lack empathy
but you are always so very stern.
It seems everything I do
has gotten on your nerves
And I know you don't hold it inside
For your anger does surly splurge.

Tonight you have taken my phone
and cut me off from my friends I truly need
your words hit me hard,
and to you I can not plead.
Someday I may realize
what you did was probably right
I will try to understand,
I will try with all my might.
But until that day
or until through my eyes you see,
You are still a stranger
You're just a stranger to me.

Nov. 21. 2011

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My kiss from Heaven

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.
Peter Duggan.

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With This New Day

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, 
I hear__ 
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--- 
And RISE-- 
With this new day...

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Words are only not a collection of Alphabets
Words are only not letters used to write a language
It is not only an expression of intellectual knowledge

Words are thought, words are destiny
Words can stab you like a knife
“The Words I preach to you are spirit, and they are life”

Words are the architect of your life
By words the world was frame
It never took His Power or fame

Words can guide the sword
Words can destroy a nation
Words can repair a nation

Words are weaved by the state of the mind
For by thy words thou shall be judged by them
And by thy words thou shall be condemn

Words conveys a message, good or evil
They are the cause and cure of discrimination
Words can indeed bring transformation

Words are blessings from above
They are poems which we compose and write
More importantly, it resonate in our heart at night

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One cruel act

One cruel act.

Once I was a foolish man
At a very foolish time
I acted from pure selfishness
And committed such a crime
I was grandad to a little fellow
Who was all of three years old
I was his only father figure
And he valued me like gold.

But me, I turned my back on him
When he really needed me
I travelled far across the world
His needs I did not see
I broke his little heart, did I
Because I was so cruel
And now on looking back on this
I do regret it all.

For this young lad still wears the scars
Of this thing that I once did
He acts so very insecure
Can’t keep his feelings hid
Nine years later, he still cries
In case he’s left alone
He thinks that we’ll all go away
And leave him on his own.

I really did not think of this
The harm that could be done
To a little fellows heart
I was his moon and sun
And yet I turned my back on him
And now I say to you
Think real hard on what’s ahead
Before these acts you do.

5 November 2013 @ 1325hrs.