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My Parting Gifts


                 My Parting Gifts…

Goodbye my son, my only king.
You are my love, your name I sing. 
My wish was more to be with you,
to be with you, and see you through.
This is my fate to leave you now,
my dread was this, to tell you how.
I’m going away, place unknown. 
The way I lived was not my own.
I am going, to ease my pain.
Letting you go, is my complain.
I am with you, with morning dawn.
Kissing with breeze until it’s gone.
My parting gifts to you my son,
to live your life, the way is fun.
Surrender to, the thing you love,
what measures love, grows above.
To get knowledge to find out why;
what is this life to you and I?
Me and you both, we are oneness.
There is no fear, to feel darkness.
I am going without goodbye,
Remember me the way I fly. 


2/16/16 Haloo

For: AJ

For contest: My parting gifts
Sponsored by: Viv Wigley

Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2016

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GRATITUDE'S FLOW

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most times, i wander past troubled winds of  shore
when dark sighs heave upon a hazed door,
the crux of crosses seems to welcome  me
listening to whines of own stories seeking plea,
and the wings of gray clouds immerse in  cries
pausing, i carry gratitude with grace still in my eyes,


when moments are lid covered, like  mourning shawl
my senses stoop ever weary as they begin to fall,
then I hear a  chuckling of street kids spilling the day
as if hours are given by a Maker to strum and gaily play,
by  then; I hold His LIGHT, a sliver of it begins to bloom
erasing crumbs of doubt in shades of twisted gloom.




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Robert Ball's Honoring the Father Contest
by: nette onclaud

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2011

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GONE WITH THE WIND

It’s such a windy day, what a delight Daddy says I can go and fly my kite! We head for the beach to have some fun Dashing onto the sand I run and run My kite so blue trails on the beach I wish it were in the sky out of reach Suddenly a gust of wind whisks the kite up high Soon it’s dancing in the bright blue sky I hold on to the string with all my might The breeze is strong; the kite takes flight A tail of red ribbons flutter from the kite Seeing the kite weaving is a wonderful sight My legs begin to tire and the wind drops We head for an ice cream at the shops Daddy and I have had such a lovely day If it’s windy tomorrow we’ll be back to play Contest: Oil Painting 4 & 5 Sponsor: Eve Roper Jan Allison 11~21~15

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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Just one more day Father

Just one more day You left without speaking a single word being angry for years was simply absurd If things were different and you didn't go would you still be the man I used to know My father - dying from an evil severe illness All was forgiven as you lay in gentle stillness What would you say if we met today would it take the heartbreak away Maybe you would have a chance to explain why so stubborn you wished to remain What did I ever do to cause you so much pain? What did I ever do to cause you so much strain? I'm sure it was not just about sharing your name I was your first son - never did I cause it shame Would you tell me that you are proud that your son didn't follow the crowd Maybe we could sit there and talk for a while tell me about life and what makes you smile Talk about what made you sad - even about your dad nobody really understood you and that made you bad Open to me, so I can finally understand your rage time to create a new chapter - write a new page The sands of time never look back into the past time to let go of those ghosts that seem to last 12 December 2015 Just one more day contest by Laura Loo

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015

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Simple Pleasures

Seeds grow stronger when planted with devotion fish always swim easier within an unpolluted ocean Children flourish in strong and durable foundations attentive parenting increases good family relations My beautiful two girls - are daddy's precious treasures helping them grow in life has been full of pleasures My first born, only thirteen, but growing like a tree reminds me of the sun - warm hearted with vitality My second child, melodramatic like a Hollywood actress full of compassion and empathy, soothes away my stress Although they are growing and think they know everything they are still the babies, daddy protected under his wing Sentimental fond memories of first words, walking and singing will remain with me along with the happiness they keep bringing The day will come, when they leave and say goodbye my little angels, will forever live in my heart until I die 18 January 2016 Simple Pleasures contest by Kim Merryman

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

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Age doesn't come alone.

When I was a boy, my father used to say,
 Why don’t you behave, and do it right away?”
And as I started growing up, I always knew who’s who,
With him sat in the driving seat and me the child at school.
Now as time marches ever forward, as I watch my children play,
And giving them the same advice:  “stop that now and do that right away.”
The years keep on advancing, sometimes I feel so low,
Now him within his twilight  years, as his memory starts to go.
Recollection of the journey, and how it made me feel,
As he is now the passenger, and I sit behind the wheel. 


Copyright © nicholas windle | Year Posted 2008

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My lovely children

There are two layers deep inside my heart, a home for my two daughters in each part. My soul has engraved each of their names, which are protected, even against flames. As your father, I will protect you until my last day, to always be by your side, to wipe the tears away. I know one day you will fly away from the nest, but, I will always be there for you in every test. I can still recall, the first time I held you close, looked into your brown eyes, tickled your nose. My arms were your cocoon, sheltering you from harm, a beautiful father and daughter bond to keep you warm. When you smiled, it brought me happiness and joy, and when you had your tantrums, yes they did annoy. But, the love of a father runs deeper than the seas, I loved you first and we share precious memories. Now that you have grown into independent young teens, adopted your own personalities and talking about dreams. Seems like the day will come soon, when you say goodbye, but, you will always be those little girls, that I helped to fly. 13 February 2016 My lovely children contest by Laura Loo

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

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Marble in Columns on Green

On a slope graced with green
White marble stands in proud salute

For beneath these engraved pillars of memory
Lie the resting places of heroes

A solitary green fir looks down
As if sheltering the lost and the taken

So many names, from all walks of life
A father, brother a girlfriend or wife

On a sunny day, they glow radiant like their lives
On a dull day, they stand out against the greys

For the living, life goes on 
Tomorrow is another day

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010

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Millicent

Millicent Portia Ponsonby-Smyth
Could speak fluent French by the time she was five.
By the age of just eight she was top of her class,
There wasn’t a test that she couldn’t pass.
English and maths she coped with just fine
And quantum mechanics she’d mastered by nine.
Her parents were proud, but a little concerned
That she’d never have fun if she stayed in to learn.

Her father said, “Millicent go out and play.”
“But father I’m reading so here I shall stay.”
“Being so clever is great there’s no doubt,
But once in a while you need to get out.”
She said, ”Pater, please listen I’m happy to study,
And if I go out there’s a chance I’ll get muddy.”

That very night she was taken off guard,
She discovered a sum that was simply too hard.
She stomped round her room in utter frustration,
She just couldn’t do this quadratic equation.

Gnashing her teeth and tearing her hair
She kicked out in temper at her teddy bear.
It flew through the air and bounced off the wall,
So she kicked it again before it could fall.

It bounced off her head and then off her knee
And suddenly Millicent giggled with glee.
She continued all night to kick it around.
For hours she kept it from touching the ground.
In the following weeks she practiced some more
And saved all the money she earnt from her chores.

She went to the shop, bought a ball and some boots,
And learnt how to dribble and learnt how to shoot.
Every day after school she went to the park
And practiced her football until it was dark.
She continued to study the books and the sport
And paid close attention to all she was taught.

13 years later Miss Smyth is delighted
She’s the first girl in history to play for United.

Copyright © Rufus Reed | Year Posted 2011

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Battling Addiction

Give me vodka, give me rum
I love the feeling of being numb
Give me a glass of Hennessy
I don’t care, just give it all to me
Everything is getting blurry
Why am I so filled with fury?
Alcohol all day and night
The only thing that feels all right
Can’t live without a single sip
I need the taste right on my lip
I killed myself with a dreadful thought
I’m the thing I cursed and fought
Mirror told me all the truth
I saw myself, I saw my youth
I’m filled with sorrow, I’m driven mad
I am just like my dreadful dad
Can I stop it? I don’t know
Addiction throws me back and fro
Alcohol is my fire of lust
Burning me as if it must
Killing my innards, destroying my mind
All because life wasn’t kind
Trapping myself, now I want to break free
Could somebody ever rescue me?
I need to escape; escape this obsession
The hardest thing is fighting addiction
Stuck on a battlefield, this is a war
I’m falling apart; revealing the scars
Alcohol, deadly love, dark passion
I’m crying, raging and battling addiction
 

Copyright © Julie Alcin | Year Posted 2013

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The Spirital Womb

The tragedy of a Miracle started today
Our Lord’s brutalized body passed away 

Of all the tragedies in the history of man
This is one I try to grasp, but never can

For some reason I find it impossible to see
We crucified the greatest man in our history

Through all of the gain and all of the loss
It was a predestined coin man had to toss

I wonder how Pilot must have felt that day
He washed cowards hands in a cowardly way

Beaten and tortured, his skin ripped to shreds
As a thorny crown dug holes into Jesus’ head

While nailed to the cross he had one final goal
Through the mercy of love he saved another soul

He saved that soul and then our Lord Jesus died
Can you imagine the countless tears that were cried?

As we all know Jesus' body was placed into a tomb
To my minds eye it was no less than a spiritual womb 

And from inside that womb salvation was born
For the tomb was found empty come Sunday morn

This is not how the story ends it is only how it starts
The Lord now lives up inside each one of our hearts

Even those lost in Prison, the ones like I used to be
Can turn to the Lord and then they will be set free

Freedom is a thing that I think we all strive to find
It is etched in our heart and engraved in our mind

I was locked up in a cell nestled tightly away
Facing several years that I would have to pay

Up inside of that cell I made my own decree
A true miracle was taking place inside of me

I was a very evil man and I was so proud to show it
In the wink of an eye I was transformed into a Poet

I learned there is only one way to truly be free
Ask of the Lord, “ Jesus please come unto me”

And just as the Lord Jesus Christ rose up out of his tomb
We can all live with-in the comfort of his spiritual womb




Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009

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Steal The Show

As I looked upon my Daughter Michaela it was clear to see
Two big beautiful blue eyes were looking back at me 

When I got home from Prison and she was 5 days old
Speaking of holding the warm after absorbing the cold

The happiness of childhood was looking up to see
A little bundle of love that was looking inside of me

She would lie upon my chest and then she would fall out
I think safety in her daddy’s arms is what that was all about

She had a beautiful smile as well as a beautiful glow
As I looked at every tiny finger and every little toe

Then when she opened up her eyes everybody knew
“Just take a look at those blue eyes she looks just like you”

No ones knows where life may lead but I know in my heart 
Made my end then started again so this baby would have a start

From the darkest night to the brightest light I can help her Soul
Perhaps in the overall scheme of things that always was my goal

I don’t think things are ever quite that easy, only thing I know
When it comes to beautiful babies, my little girl steals the show

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Written for the Beautiful Babies Contest.

Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009

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Birth Of A Child

A woman shattered the night, with her agonizing scream
Sacrificing her might has dawned realization of a dream.

She has given me a wonderful heir, to bear my name
And left her sweet memories, for the spirits not wane.

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006

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Trust

God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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Nature's Single Dads - The Leafy Sea Dragon

Nature’s Single Dad’s
THE LEAFY SEA DRAGON

Gracefully swaying without need for speed 
Are creatures of beauty, disguised as seaweed.
Up to twelve inches long from tail to snout
These delicate creatures just drift about.

They carry, as they move like galleons in sail, 
Silk-like appendages, leafy and pale
On back spines, projecting as masts on a ship
Sailing the oceans, they rise and they dip,

To the rhythm of moon tides; full or neap,
They travel the seas; these Dragons of the Deep.
Through weed-covered reefs and meadows of sea grass
There’s neither a neigh nor a moo as they pass.
 
They resemble sea horses in flowing silk gowns
Drifting on rhythms, dancing up and then down.
They slow dance through the water just moving around 
No fire, no flames from these dragons; not a sound. 

The mother will lay two hundred eggs on Dad’s patch 
Of soft sponge, where safely they’ll hatch.
The sun flashes golden as she drifts on by,
While in the shadow on his tail, his offspring lie.

This single Dad of the deep tends a new generation,
Of Leafy Sea Dragon eggs; a fascinating creation. 
Less than one inch when first hatched from the eggs
As newly formed babies; ready for life without legs.

They drift as if they feed, gaining the silky covered bone
To a length of twelve inches by the time they’re full grown. 
The cycles of the moon dictate the rhythms and motion
Of this Leafy Sea Dragon in the great Southern Ocean.


The Leafy Sea Dragon is just one of Natures' Single Dads worthy of a mention for the survival of the species.

Copyright © J Eliza JAMES | Year Posted 2012

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Letter To A War Widow

With warmest regards and the saddest lament
I write this small note with the best of intent

The newspaper’s account of your husband’s death
Made me feel as if I was short of breath

As the son of a Veteran who twice went to war
I’ve often wondered, what my life would have had in store

If my father had not returned home one day
And I had to share my grief on public display

I was not born the first time he went away
And was just ten when he left again, somehow feeling betrayed

I didn’t quite understand why he had to leave
It took a while to learn not to grieve

I read that you have two little boys, just six and eight
I can’t imagine what you say to make their restless dreams abate

My mind used to play out my greatest fear
Misplacing his last tape recording, saying his coming home date was near

On return tapes to him, I played guitar and talked too
Trying to make him feel like he was home, even if untrue

I write this note to help me remember
That even though my father returned in December

Many that go off to war, do not
And sons, daughters, spouses and families are caught

In a process of grieving that abates only with time
It takes as long as it does, there is no magical chime  

To help you and your sons with your journey that I feared most
Enclosed is a contribution to their foundation host

Not at all a fair trade, just to help provide for their well being 
I know you remind them that their father’s love is all seeing

Copyright © Shawn Sackman | Year Posted 2009

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The Old Salt And His Sweet Dream

Forth he went upon the sea
grizzled and tough as he could be.

But when the old salt came to shore
he'd look for Jenny Lynn some more.

She was lost from him for years;
he'd shed a bucket of bitter tears.

Dreaming of the day they'd meet
the old man had a heart so sweet.

Someday he would find his daughter.
Till then he'd spend life on the water.


for "Sweet and Salty" contest

Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2013

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I Am a Reflection of the Creator's Hand

So many things I want to say,
Knowing many who have gone astray,
So many castles build on sand,
But mines, is a solid rock, on which I stand,
So many forgotten little sheep	
They have drowned in pools too deep,
So many questions that cause demands,
But mine, rest in the fathers hands.

We can shake our hands to the sky,
Beg for answers and scream our cries
We can let bitterness come between,
Curse others, fight and scream,
But when we lay it at his feet,
The holy fire causes all troubles to become obsolete
Learn to listen and then you will understand,
That we were made to be more than just human,
We are reflections of the creator’s infinite plan.

So many give up when they fall,
But God is greater than it all,
So many children run our streets,
Because they don’t know a love that is complete
So many trials cause despair,
And many tears plead its unfair,
But when you realize this is the master’s land
And that the finally is ABSOLUTLY grand,
You turn away from what they say
And allow the FATHER to lead the way.

We can shake our hands to the sky
Beg for answers and scream our cries,
We can let bitterness come between,
Curse others, fight and scream
But when we lay it at his feet
The holy fire causes all troubles to become obsolete
Learn to listen and then you will understand
That we were made to be more than just human
We are reflections of the creator’s infinite plan

Read His word and you will understand.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written: Father’s Day 2012

Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2012

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Dam Change

“Dam Change”
Dam change.
Mother and father love their plain ponytails and Lionel trains.
Then infancy crawls to scrap knees, tea parties. And headphone blast fast tones accompanied, by the arrogances of “me”.
Old Lionel trains sleep and ponytails worn plain train to feed or seek maternity.
Then mother and father love their plain ponytails and Lionel trains.
How I hate change.

Copyright © Michael Hawk Moore | Year Posted 2014

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Dad Never Knew His Father

Dad never knew his father.  That soldier died in a war.
All Dad heard was brief stories of the man that went before.
Grandma had some pictures and some medals on a wall.
But Dad never knew his father which was what mattered most of all

I’ve done some family history, and seen the ship’s manifest.
I’ve heard again the story of the good ship Lafayette--
How Grandma and her children searched the waves for periscopes,
Knowing that one torpedo could blow away all of their hopes.

This could have been in any war.  Soldiers die and families flee.
But this was the family story that was handed down to me.
It started in old England, then to an immigration line:
A 3-year-old at Ellis Island, in July 1939.

They fled their burning country, to be called “war refugees”.
With help from an old uncle and a kind community,
Grandma made a new start here in the land of liberty.
They learned that Grandpa was killed in ‘44 in Italy.

I found online the letter, that my Grandma didn’t see,
About how the Sergeant-Major’s infantry company
Was caught out in the open by Wehrmacht artillery.
The letter said he didn’t suffer.  Was he really killed instantly?

I never knew my Grandpa, though I was named after him.
Though I served a different flag, I was a soldier like him.
I’ve seen my father’s scrapbook, and Grandpa’s medals on the wall.
But I never knew my Grandpa which was what mattered most of all.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

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Mr Wonderful

A broken promise, demoralized man who is incapable of being true, 	
A thoughtless coward, oblivious clown, this is what I think of you,

A woeful chicken, a runaway guy is how you're now portrayed,
A selfish critter, a prideful morsel is the reputation you have made,

When flesh spoils in a slaughter house the smell of you comes to mind,
For your manipulation has made you completely colorblind,

In your mothers soil you were the bad seed,
As you grew up we realized you were just a weed,

A fragmentation, with no revelation is who you really are,
A scab that stopped healing, the beggar who keeps on stealing, now just another scar,

A predicable cycle, a sick little mess, a hidden agenda that isn’t well dressed,
A miserable liar, disposable fool, too bad you weren’t like an infertile mule,

Just like a wolf, you would consume your own,
For apparently humanity was something you were never shown,

Just like wild animals that abandon their first litter,
You fit right in, you unoriginal quitter.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written:9/29/11
Contest:Angry

Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2011

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You are My Romeo and I am Your Juliet

When we we’re young we we’re deeply in love
My daddy said no but cupid was watching us from above
And they we’re never going to let us fall apart
No matter how much my father wanted you to depart
And as he tried to separate us we fell in love even more
We’re not going to worry because we’ve been through this before
I remember when you were throwing pebbles on my window
And my father just wanted you to go
But I was begging you to stay
I looked for you when I thought you went away
Romeo, Romeo where art thou
They’re trying to tell me how I feel; I need you now
I was starting to feel like if I’m lonely
But you were never gone, you’re always beside me
He pressured us so much that we both died
But in this life our love is revived
And now we have time to do all things we wanted to
I was meant to forever love you
Because you’re my Romeo and I’m your Juliet
And we knew it the first day we met
We’ll be together even if we have to run away
If I ever go a day without you everything would be black and gray
This is our love fairy-tale
Our love is real so it will never fail

Copyright © Julie Alcin | Year Posted 2013

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Home

I can hear the horses snorting, outside my bedroom window,
Even though it comes, from so many years ago;

Cotton from the cottonwoods flying through the air,
Making whitened dapples on my palomino mare;

The hounds are all out baying, it must be dinner time;
In my tiny little neighborhood, I was never scared of crime;

Family surrounded me, aunts and uncles all around,
It was quiet on our little street, no sirens made a sound;

My cousins and I would play outlaws, and we’d hide out for a day;
Making mighty forts from the fifty tons of hay;

It never really changed much, as I grew up through the years,
And remembering that it’s gone, always brings me close to tears.


(My Parents sold the house I grew up in last year - It still breaks my heart)

Copyright © Tirzah Conway | Year Posted 2011

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A Prayer For My Wife And Her Soldier

Oh Father I give to you my wife who gave her son,
he is one of two, the other life never really begun.

She held him as baby and made his lunch as a boy,
through strife and struggle he still is her pride and joy.

She loves him more than she ever said,
but each and everyday she tucked him into bed.

Watch over him father as he left to serve with much pride,
but please be with my wife who is struggling deep inside.

She taught him well and this will serve as a strong foundation,
but he needs you to perform the duties requested by this nation.

Give him the strength he needs for the tasks set before him,
for my wife awaits to hold him and see him laugh again.

This I humble pray as her husband...

Edward J Ebbs - Winter 2007

Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2011

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The Circle is Round

The morning was dark when I first held my newborn son
The tears overwhelmed as smiles did break my mouth
Proud was I this gift of such loving grace
Proud this little man would some day soon say my name

He peed in my face the first time I changed his diaper
He kept me up while restful sleep avadded the darkening hours
Countless dollars to feed clothe and sitter
The bathing the changings the illnesses all did mattered

A little man did my son grow to be 
He fit just perfect upon my hurt knee
We patty-caked rode the horsey and sang Jesus Love Me
For I was his hero when he became three

I carried him to school that first day
I shared in his life and encouraged the right way
We discovered sports but his interest did fade
He wanted music- music he could play

He broke my heart on several occasions 
His fight at school a pitiful grade a call from the police at three
A father first is tuff for I loved him so
He did correct his misdeeds as I watched him grow

As for this day- particular indeed it is to me
My grown up son still hugs on me
In his straight forward manner he sat me down
I am getting married  were the words which made me smile

This morning is still dark when I did open my eyes
I took to recalling the years of raising my child
It is life as I have realized the circle is round
Hopefully a grandson will soon be found

Copyright © Mark Goodson | Year Posted 2013

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Child of My Father

When I was about twelve years of age it was plain to see
That my father was quite dim not nearly as bright as me
Stupid words and inane sayings embarrassed me to hear
I cringed at what he’d say or do when I had friends near
‘Don’t talk with your mouth half full’; as we ate he’d say 
‘Fill the bloody thing’; he’d add with laugh like asses bray
Then came the age twenty one and my eyes opened wide
As I listened to my father now with deep unbridled pride
 Wisdom flowed from learned tongue upon my older ears
Amazed at all that he had learned in those nine short years


6th in Contest 'My Parent' by Francine Roberts

Copyright © Eamon Duffin | Year Posted 2011

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Little Children

Oh, what a joy little children are ! Juice in the video, sick in the car. Untidy bedroom, scattered toys, girls playing nurses with little boys. Dogs' tails being pulled, a cat's on fire, interrupting the moments of love and desire. Passing the blame for their little crimes, playing with frogs all covered in slime. Screaming their heads off in a plush restaurant, having a tantrum when refused what they want. Arriving home late covered in mud, not going to bed when they know they should. Non-stop talking while dad's watching telly, splashing the walls with ice-cream and jelly. Chocolate stains on their Sunday best, painting funny pictures on granddad's vest. Why do parents' voices echo from afar, Oh, what a joy little children are !

Copyright © Ken Duddle | Year Posted 2012

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My wonderful father

When I was sad I melted into his cool embrace
He reached down and kissed my tear streaked face.

He was there when the kids at school said I was ugly
He scooped me up and said I was lovely

He took me to the shop and we ate ice cream
He had a chocolate and I cookies in cream

He said he loved my smile best of all
And liked that for my age I was rather small

Then one day I was by his hospital bed
Holding his hand and kissing his head

Mamma had gone to Heaven so free
And that is where he wanted to be

He said that he loved me one last time
That was his way of saying goodbye.

Now when my children hug my husband dear
My father’s words I nearly hear

“I may be above you,
But I still love you,”

Copyright © Hannah Corey | Year Posted 2015

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The Silent Chair


Yarns and laughter once flowed through my father’s old chair,
With its smile shaped cushion that’s in need of some repair,
He laughed as he told his stories and reeled us with his charm,
As we wormy wriggled on his words with no fear or alarm.

He smiled with his eyes and blinked as the memories rose,
His tortoise shell glasses were perched wisely upon his nose.
Regal stories of yesteryear when he was in his prime,
For reasons lost or disregarded, now a shadow lost in time.

His smile made us happy as we sat and listened true,
Of friends he met, or grew up with, some we even knew.
Now the chair is silent, though its cushion tries to smile,
I hope to find a shadow there when I check once in a while.

Just memories fill the void where once laughter filled that chair,
With its smile shaped cushion that’s in need of some repair. 	



18th July 2013

Copyright © Seosamh De Burca | Year Posted 2013

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Blabber Mouth Black and Blues

If I don't turn around and leave this place
I'll surely explode and punch you in the face
You have no clue it's manure you spread
I'm feeling so angry I'm seeing red

Like a Chinese torture words drip on my head
You blabber so much I wish you were dead
The words you say are like nails in my brain
Piercing it over and over again

I hang my head down looking at my shoes
You have the power so I sing the blues
If only you'd stop things might be okay
Yet you keep going on day after day 


What are you thinking as you talk and talk
I need to get away go out for a walk
If I do not you're in for a surprise
It's hard to see out of two blackened eyes

 


My poetry soup friends, do not worry I am not in a bad place.
Thinking back to being a kid and wishing I wasn't powerless.


Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013