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LONGING FOR FATHER'S LOVE

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 neither a kid nor a child
Ever anymore
But still, there is that longing
I cannot deny...

I miss you much, daddy...

(c) 
olive_eloisa

contest: POEM FOR DADDY
SPONSOR: LEONORA GALINTA
2ND PLACE - TO GOD BE THE GREATEST GLORY...
NOTE: I REALLY MISS A FATHER'S LOVE..


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AFTER HOURS

AFTER HOURS
Dudes in duds broken down brims 
cocked and bent creases in trousers 
when thugs were gents 
People with attitude women too 
demeanor 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 
rooms groomed and manicured. 
sashay across the room stepping off in 
Bally's shoes shined no scuff
after hours.
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 
Where they'd spit "Gangsta Wit". 
before videos 
Was dudes in duds with sweet tongues 
making their points in after hour joints.
Live and direct we upstarts
learning our parts we'd sit 
internalizing gangsta wit 
like understudies to a movie script
In after hours joints........... delighted...


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life in america

 HAD HER REALLY FEELING LIKE THAT SHE COULDN'T GO TO SCHOOL   
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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A Child's Dream Come True

As the sunsets at the end of the day,
And the night begins to fall,
So, does all the dreams of all the little children,
In their own wonderlands of their own,
Wishing and thinking of great things to come,
Hoping their parents will make these dreams come alive,
Cause dreams to children should become bright and gleam,
And all to them more than just alive,
All children want is hopes and dreams to become true,
But if you can teach them how to work hard at them,
They too can make their dreams become their own reality,
For any one person works hard enough,
At what they want in life,
They can have any one thing they want,
All they have to do is work really hard to make it real,
For believers can believe in themselves,
And strive to work toward making their own goals,
Their very own come true,
Which gives more satisfaction in life,
Than things being handed to you,
So always strive for the best,
And all your wishes and dreams can come true,
In your life if you want them too.


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My Father, My Hero

He was my hero when I was a child, 
His way with words were never harsh, always mild. 

He taught me how to live and have a pure heart, 
This he showed me from the very start. 

I felt he was too easy because he never took a stand, 
But as I grew older, I realized that's what he planned. 

He needed to be caring and the parent that would listen, 
Each time I spoke to him, his eyes would always glisten. 

Now that I am a mother and have a daughter myself, 
I learned from him how to make her feel special, never just on the shelf. 

He showed me how to be very good hearted sometimes, too much, 
But it helped me to keep my loved ones close in my clutch.

Each day that passes I realize what he helped me become, 
I'll always be full of love and emotions, never numb. 

My hero is my father but he passed away, 
I will always love you and I miss you everyday.


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MY OTHER WORLD

My eyes open 
The sun is rising
I'm back again 
It's not surprising
It happens every day 
My other world goes away

Just an orphaned child 
There's no denying
Gloom returns
I feel like crying
It happens every day 
My other world goes away

A miserable place 
I'm barely surviving
Just get to bedtime 
Cause daytime's frightening
I dream of dreaming every day
In my other world I want to stay

'Cause in my other world
There's a prince charming
I'm daddy's little girl
And mommy's sweet darling
The apple of your eye
All you've been desiring
Hopes and dreams come true
My other world is so inspiring

My eyes open 
the sun is rising
I'm back again 
its not surprising
It happens every day 
My other world goes away

Aubade Poem 
A poem about dawn bringing reality for the any poem goes Contest #17
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A


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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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LOVE FOR MY FATHER

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
Lord above
Love your fathers and let them know that you truly love them so.....


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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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My Family

My Family is very important to me
We are all united
We all love each other
Being together just makes us so excited

Now I'm going to tell you about my mom
She loves us all
She is always so calm
She does so much for us

Next up is my dad
He always tries to be so funny
But his jokes are so bad
It's really quite sad

Last is my brother
He really likes to dance
He's really like no other
Being silly is really his thing


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Powder Monkey

The noose is a nightmare for any seafaring man
Especially those who thrive the best they can

Danger lurks on the waves like a mugger in the shadows
The only concern is the prize and the gallows

For the young pressed into service have two labors
Cabin boy or powder monkey are their favors

A fair share for those who survived
Though not to many lived to enjoy the ride

Mostly master gunners would employ the young ones
For the task of loader and powder runs

A grizzly sight to any mother of today
Blood spattered, powder covered, limbs severed portray 

I dare say I met one intact and conscious 
He was rude and quite audacious 

No name had he just an X above the knee
His mark given by Captain of the Breeze

A sloop of war in Caribbean was this
Massacred whole crews drunk as piss

The boys attitude so moved my heart
That I had to set him free from his part

Before I saw him he was the only one left to be hanged
Port Royals mob clawed and fanged 

I set to watch when I saw how young he was
I had to do something for his cause

I bid the court give me custody immediately 
They awaited the response from the Admiralty

The response was yes almost to late
For the executioner just removed the safety plank

He kicked and cried for a moment then released
With the knife of the kings lease

A bruise found its way around his neck as a reminder
For a life against the grinder

I sailed him back to London to learn a trade 
And go to school for a decade

I later named him after my name kidd
Later to be known as William Kidd


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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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10 years

10 years

Had happy Mornings...but once in awhile...so do mournings...
Making the most...still sometimes...at a lost...
One moment overjoyed...the next...feeling the void...
Wiping out fears...yet often, can't control the tears...
One day face the world bravely...then later feel weary...
Trying so hard...pretending not to be scarred...
Without you by our side...we thought it's best to hide...
What we truly feel inside...
While we are grateful... and keep everything simple...
Forgive us...to you our hearts we pour...but Lord God can we ask for more...
Please tell us...Where is our daddy?
Can we see him one more time? Perhaps he can help us...as we make life's climb...
May we be allowed to see him? And fill our hearts to the brim...
We need him right now...just so we could keep up with our vow...
To continue to live life with our heads up...survive the storm without letup...
Daddy...we miss you so much...one more peek...one more touch...
Just a tap on the shoulder...promise...thats all we're after...
Your loving and guiding hand we still need...
That even without you...in life...we can proceed...

Happy 10 years in heaven...






























10 years

Had happy Mornings...but once in awhile...so do mournings...
Making the most...still sometimes...at a lost...
One moment overjoyed...the next...feeling the void...
Wiping out fears...yet often, can't control the tears...
One day face the world bravely...then later feel weary...
Trying so hard...pretending not to be scarred...
Without you by our side...we thought it's best to hide...
What we truly feel inside...
While we are grateful... and keep everything simple...
Forgive us...to you our hearts we pour...but Lord God can we ask for more...
Please tell us...Where is our daddy?
Can we see him one more time? Perhaps he can help us...as we make life's climb...
May we be allowed to see him? And fill our hearts to the brim...
We need him right now...just so we could keep up with our vow...
To continue to live life with our heads up...survive the storm without letup...
Daddy...we miss you so much...one more peek...one more touch...
Just a tap on the shoulder...promise...thats all we're after...
Your loving and guiding hand we still need...
That even without you...in life...we can proceed...

Happy 10 years in heaven...









































10 years

Had happy Mornings...but once in awhile...so do mournings...
Making the most...still sometimes...at a lost...
One moment overjoyed...the next...feeling the void...
Wiping out fears...yet often, can't control the tears...
One day face the world bravely...then later feel weary...
Trying so hard...pretending not to be scarred...
Without you by our side...we thought it's best to hide...
What we truly feel inside...
While we are grateful... and keep everything simple...
Forgive us...to you our hearts we pour...but Lord God can we ask for more...
Please tell us...Where is our daddy?
Can we see him one more time? Perhaps he can help us...as we make life's climb...
May we be allowed to see him? And fill our hearts to the brim...
We need him right now...just so we could keep up with our vow...
To continue to live life with our heads up...survive the storm without letup...
Daddy...we miss you so much...one more peek...one more touch...
Just a tap on the shoulder...promise...thats all we're after...
Your loving and guiding hand we still need...
That even without you...in life...we can proceed...

Happy 10 years in heaven...





























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Capricorn, the mountain climber

Capricorn the mountain climber

The goat he is relentless
He'll cimb the higest hill
Just a wee bit at a time
With his gigantic will
He tends to take life seriously
But he can laugh at his own self
This man will try to seek his fortune
And accumulate some wealth.

He be the father of this Earth
He likes to take control
And sometimes he will be considered
As drab, and often dull
He's reliable, you can count on him
When you need to get things done
He'll often work so very hard
He'll forget to have some fun.

He has a lot of patience
And he can put his mind
A hundred percent on anything
And him you'll often find
Working out some problem
Until he gets it right
And for the people in his life
He'll put up quite a fight.

23 September 2013 @ 1422hrs.


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Missing Children

When children are taken from your life,
It is very devastating in so many ways to us all,
Some people say it is your fault,
To have the problems you have,
You have caused the distruction,
Of your own family in so many ways,
And you need to start making your own,
Correct choices in life to straighten things out,
For maybe then your children will,
Return back to you at your home where they belong,
For you to love and watch them grow,
So take things day by day,
And try to correct the steps you have made,
To where you can complete each task there is,
To bring your precious children back home,
To where they belong for you to love and charish them,
As a mother and father should,
Holding them each day they need you,
So you never get forgotten,
Each and every day of their wonderful lives.


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Dear Dad


It is now twenty years
I still recall the tears
I still recall the shame
Dad you are to blame
I know this you did not expect
You will call it disrespect
sorry but you I respect.

Dad I remember
The memories fresh in my calendar
Her tears and pain imprinted in my heart
Dad my mother you did hurt
As a good woman she played her part
She never ever set your heart apart.

when we did good I and brother
we were as bright as the father
when we did wrong I and brother
we were as foolish as our mother
so we were beaten like our mother
she wiped our tears
she ended our fears.

Dear dad here I am
Growing into a man
will it please you
when I beat my wife too
will it please you
when I call my wife a fool too
will it please you
when my children never call me dad
I find this hard dad.

Dad that woman you called a fool
she taught me to respect women in full
she taught me that a woman
Is a necessity to a man
she taught me never
To lay a hand on a woman ever
Dad this foolish wife
Taught me how to love in my life


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A Dead Girl's Final Wish

Music is my home,
Written when I am alone.
Nobody is hear to save me as I slash
 my wrists and they turn scarlet.
 My mother and father walks through the door,
 my mother screams and ,
my father seems dazed,
The doctor say if it was not for the fact,
 That my heart was not strong i would have survived,
The boy and girl who pushed me to commit sucide,
 spits  and dance on my grave,
they defile it and call me names,
 even though i am dead i will still hear them,
talk and say mean things,
to my mother and father,
They spread rumors that are untrue,
A voice calls out and asks me what
I want to do?
 I cry out let me live give me a second chance,
I'll grant you this calls the voice,
The next thing I know I am in a hospital in the intensive care unit,
I try to speak my mother puts her finger to my lips she is crying,
i Had been on the way to the morgue when my eyes open and i started to breathe,
The same bestfriend who i have known all my life has finally shown her jealous side 
 and called me a witch, and a zombie, or even a creature from hell.
They Took her to the other side of the hospital and put her in the physchartric unit,
The boy went to jail for attempted murder and i knew i had a plan lined all out for me


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A Child Weeps For His Father

Oh Father,
Why have you forsaken me?
Why have you died without taking me?

Hereby I kneel,
Bitterly weeping with painful lament.
Your blood is pouring as a waterfall
All over the spleen of my hands,
And you've left me with just a gun by my side. 

Oh I am alleged with despair,
In this winter cold,
This war that never ceases to dotage,
Neither will give up its greed for more.
I would rather wait until the guards come
Who are guarding the bodies of the fallen
To shoot me in the head forevermore,
Rather than run for my life
Because I am not afraid,
To die in this God-forsaken world.

The gun that awaits by your side,
I eagerly feel to point it at the enemy,
All sorts of thoughts,
Agitating through my mind.

What shall it be? 
Should I avenge my father's death,
Or should I run for the sake of my life?
I'm to young to die,
But that doesn't stop me.
For I loved my Father,
And now I'm left with no one by my side. 

The guards enter,
I grab the gun with agitation,
With drops of sorrow coming forth from my eyes,
Dropping on the gun as the rain falls upon the sun,
My semblance covered with sorrow and wrath.

I shot at the enemy,
But I was shot first,
And as Christ was nailed,
I fall.

And hereby I lie down,
looking up the sky forsaken and forlorn,
blood pouring forth from my chest,
until my blood touches the dust of the earth,
I drop one more tear,
before I die,
And hereby I can finally rest,
with you, Father by my side.


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Solaris

And here I stand, in the sky I see
A star, a sun, a ball of fire and heat he be.
He gives us warmth and in the day, gives us light,
Only subsiding in the wake of that which is night.
And now, in the summer, it graces us well,
He shines upon our world with many stories to tell.
A bright herald of holiday in the middle of the year.
A time of happiness and fun and never a tear.
And although he might vanish behind the cloud of grey,
Moments after, he would reappear and stay.
The triumphant hierarch of the solar system, he’d reign,
A being who carries the other planets with vain.
Never too far and never too near,
Around him our earth would circle and steer.
Forever he’ll rule and forever he’ll burn,
On his surface, the hellish flames will churn.
Never stare upon his shining face,
For he will blind you with his light and grace.
So keep your sunscreen or your skin he will sting,
For he is Solaris, The almighty sun King.


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Large Hands

At six foot four, and an eighth of a ton, A gentle giant of a man, he was; Father to three, and himself a fine son, Devoted husband to Jean, without pause. Phone man, painter, in ocean liners he cruised, Accompanied by family and friends; Sweet song in his heart, but never the blues, Wisdom and patience, in life his clear lens. He loved a recipe, and showing concern, With actions, like always asking about you; His life well balanced, his legacy earned, Sharing his Jesus—the Gospel's Good News! Taking time for grandkids, he humbly shared, Both time and his money, an open book; Bouncing upon knees, for great grands he cared, Teaching scriptures, over breakfast he’d cooked. Eighty-two years was his Lord’s master plan, Fifty-eight to a soulmate, solemnly wed; What mattered most, to this giver of men, Was baking and breaking, life’s finest bread. A Soldier whose honor, served us all well, Humbly he loved, these United States; His strong Christian faith, now clear as a bell, His given name, you ask? Twas—Walter Yates! (Rest in Peace Dear Friend. We miss you, sir!)


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Magical School

When I enrolled in magical school
Ma said good luck
Dad called me a fool

He always thought with my IQ
I’d fix people up,
Not saw them in two.

But I had a vision
And my self esteem
Hung on the balance
Of this simple dream

So I packed my bag
Gave Ma a hug
Reached out to pop
Who said with a shrug

Watch each one of your steps
Cause each one of them matters
When you walk without looking
You’re sure to splatter
So take my advice
It may save your life
You can’t step twice
On thin ice.

I’ll show that man who I can be
With a B.A.
In alchemy

I have no doubt that he’ll be glad
Because my plan
Was ironclad

I bought all my books
Most second hand
I was so ready
To beat the band

But where was my room
Did it disappear?
I’m such a buffoon
Then dad’s words appeared.

If you can’t find your way
Don’t lose your nerve
It’s all a small part
Of the learning curve
So take my advice
It may save your life
Rolling the dice
Is a vice

I tried running down the empty halls
But all the doors
Turned into walls

I shouted a chant, before weeping
‘Allah-Kazow-ee’
To get me sleeping

I dreamed about A’s
The prodigal son
The star of my class
Magic 101

But soon my visions
Became nightmares
I woke and screamed
And if pop was there

He’d say, when in a jam
Take an afternoon nap
Cause a grumpy head
Ain’t worth a crap
So take my advice
It may save your life
To make nice
Sleep twice

At last, I made it to classes
But that first day
I lost my glasses

Teacher assumed I was a jerk
Rewarding me
A week of homework

Then my trick cards turned red
The hare’s sick in bed
The bouquet looked dead
So I called home, and said,

“I’m failing Hocus Pocus
Gotta D in smoke in mirrors
It’s so hard to focus
When all I make is errors

Then dad said with much calm
First give yourself a hand
Before counting on others
And soon you’ll understand
So take my advice
It may save your life
Give yourself a high-five
To survive

So I practiced day and night
‘Till each ‘Abra’
Came out right

And my Presto-Digi-ture
Was more than
Amateur

Then all those D’s
Turned into A’s
Without tricks
I was amazed

Hard work after all
Was a giant step for me
But with dad’s advice
I learned the mystery

Each day is irreplaceable
And comes with a caveat
If you waste its offerings
You deserve just what you get
So take my advice
It may save your life
Being wise
Is the prize


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A Better Life...

A Better Life

I don't know why she hides,
I don't know why she shivers,
I don't know why she cries,
I don't know why she quivers,

Daddy's girl is all alone,
And I don't know how to help her,
Daddy's world is all but blown,
And I don't know what to tell her,

What happened to her confidence,
And her self assured way,
Which used to be so prominent,
In all she did or would say,

Who stole my little girl’s heart,
And drove her to such confusion,
She now slowly does her part,
As if all she has is illusion,

She knows I would kill any other man,
For doing such harm to my little girl,
But this is much more than I can stand,
As it has forever blown apart my world,

They took ‘steps’ to the next level,
And now they each look to me in despair,
I warned them each to be careful,
But the forbidden fruit they shared,

Now I look at one without trust,
Yet I still love my son so very much,
I still hold her distant as I must,
But she needs Daddy’s healing touch,

Why do I have to be the bad guy,
When my children need my help,
I pushed one out and I still cry,
While I can't help her help herself,

There is no way to win here,
And my tears won't stop falling,
I have lost them both I fear,
And my fears won't stop calling,

I don’t know what to do anymore,
Or how I can help either of them,
Both children my heart cries out for,
But the truth is neither can win, 

And for this my darling kids,
I am so sorry I can’t decide,
Which to disown or which to kiss,
When I am actually on both your sides,

So I pray that both her and him,
Of whom I am so very proud,
Do not give up and become victims,
Who wear this pain like a shroud,

I pray both of you hear my advice,
Get over this hardship and understand,
This lesson with its terrible price,
Is one where you do as best you can,

To forgive and move on from here,
Without Dad having to choose a side,
And to let go of all that you fear,
If you want to grow to have a better life.


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What a Price to Pay

He slips into her world without her knowledge 
And watched her from a distance day by day 
As tears streamed down his face and hit the pavement 
Then he thinks to himself, “what a price to pay” 
Somewhere, somehow things in his marriage fell to pieces 
Her expensive lawyer branded him unfit for custody 
No calls, no visits or the system will place him in irons 
And banish him from the state in the first degree 
His little girl now has another daddy 
And his ex has very fashionable ways 
But his daughter stays to herself quite often 
And she has those unseen friends when she plays  
He watches as she gets off the bus at school time 
And snaps another photo for keep sakes 
But oh how he’d love to hold her close again 
This daddy who’s heart is weak and still aches 
She graduated high school with honors  
As photos were snapped from places unseen 
He slips back so the shadows would protect him 
From his vantage point on the mezzanine 
She somehow learns of all the times he wanted to see her 
And leaves her mother high and dry 
She changed her name to that of her daddy’s 
And threw away her mama’s piece of pie 
He’s buried in his family cemetery 
She visits his grave every week or so 
And sings little songs that she makes up 
And pays no attention to her tears that flow 


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But Only Live For Me This Day

My worry so bittersweet, leaves me so incomplete.
I am so easily swept up in the scrambled rush of society,
a society that makes utter madness seemed as perfumed
as the essence of myrrh.
Fears come not from God above, but from the prince of
darkness here below.  So I cry out for mercy, help and
compassion for such a great sinner as I.
I fall down upon my knees onto the rough ground of a
desert oasis, I pray to God to help me be ok and follow
Him in a better way.
Hearing the gentle but insistent rustle of the cottonwoods,
I am certain that my Lord has found me.  He says to me, 
"My daughter in order to be the first in My Kingdom you 
must indeed be the last in this realm of the tormentor's
deadly grasp.
Do not worry for tomorrow My child, but only live for Me this
day.  For just remember the price paid to bring you new life
during each day and the someday forever... because forever
you will be with Me while knowing that there will be no end."
With a joyful laugh I scolded the devil for trying to make 
another mess of my life.  I make an effort to end my internal
strife and ward away the tense wrinkles that would mar my
tender face. For the whole truth is that God had just put me
in my place for His sake and mine.  His love for me was right
on time.


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THE WISHING WELL OF A SUN-RISE,

It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye plays...like the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range.

so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul,

here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning...

into the light of a love letter written to dawn.

soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time,

way down deep on the inside,

...as the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live,

flower to flower,
blossom to bloom,

watered and deeply cared for...

O' Eden.

I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay,

I wish a sun-rise.








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In the Faraway

After that day
I hear about you
exclusively
in breaking dreams

they are like breaking news
for people
meant to be heard
only by me.
In Breaking Dreams
I hear you're living
in a stone tower
by the sea,

Alone, with nothing
lonely without us
yet in your world
lost and serene.

Cold in some cases
sad in others
the dreams support me
or get me drained.

In Breaking Dreams
you're reaching for me
After that day
you died on me.




A "romantic' (I think) poem by pyrgia
for Giorgio Veneto's contest "In the Faraway"


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from a father to be

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.


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Beautiful stone


Sometimes I wonder
What our Love truly is
At times you're my best friend
Others, I want to move away
You remind me of my Father
So critical & self righteous
I miss the times,
Sitting in a room,
complaining to an eager soul,
talking without Judgement
Realizing in that moment
We were One in the same 
Even though we had different plans
And He ended up sleeping below
The beautiful stone


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THE BALLAD OF A SHATTERED, LAMINATED, HOME

I remember living in one room dingy and dire 
with old lino on its rotting wooden floor. 
I remember crystallised spit dangling from guard at the fire; 
as mother cleaned, he'd only honk the more.  

I recall how we went hungry, waiting for the paltry sum 
he allowed us for board and keep, the cheap fink, 
and how he served apprenticeship to becoming a true bum 
by treating as priorities his fags and drink.  

I remember all the rows he caused demanding back the cash 
which was supposed to feed and clothe his we’ans
I remember every Christmas morn' the gifts received were trash 
because he'd pissed the present-money down the drain.  

I recall one awful night my mother hunting high and low 
with a hungry bedraggled child on either hand, 
she finally catching that boozy stinker sate in the Dungloe. 
How he fumed, outraged that food she dared demand.  

I remember his begrudgement of those sparse few days away– 
one hour upon the beach or at the fair: 
how just when we were relaxing would be dragged from play. 
Homeward-bound: him the ‘bookies', us despair.  

I remember trudging up to Creggan to the ‘Housing Place' 
every week with mother and sister, come rain or hail, 
and how that worthless, selfish, monster did not even have the grace 
to commend her dedication, instead railed.  

I can picture his expression when she got herself a job, 
determined not to lose her new clean home. 
I remember his wild tantrums when she'd saved up for a hob– 
the delivery man was perplexed at oral foam.  

I remember those miserable times as if they were today, 
how he made odd help with homework living hell– 
so that now a friend's assistance, however gracefully 
put, grates my tortured psyche so much I cannot tell.  

When we started working, my sister dear and I, 
it seemed for him a licence to give less. 
Many weeks he'd keep house-money and, as the months went by, 
we discovered he'd drunk the rent; that was a mess.  

So now sot has retired, and it seems his mind has gone– 
for he's telling all how great he was those years: 
he built house on the prairie. He was such a con: 
the only thing he constructed was a legacy of fear.



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DESCRIBING DADDY

My daddy is a big hotty
With energetic strong body
Mashallah! Sometimes bit naughty
Even more awesome witty

We talked and chat a few
In a website I found and choose
He said he is tall
Yet for me his height bit small

He said I'm his baby
I don't mind as his my daddy
He as sweet as any candy
His looks likes a dandy

Been a year we share
Of anything we talk dare
Though, events seems unfair
Really, to him I care

Twix that's his chocolate
I bought and tried to ate
With sweet caramel inside
With him he sets me a side

To when, I can see him real
That, I can't know and feel
All I know we made a deal
That, Insha'Allah we meet heel to heel

By: olive_eloi
11:07am
12/04/2013

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NOTE: INsha'allah -  God's willing