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
But still, there is that longing
I cannot deny...
I miss you much, daddy...
contest: POEM FOR DADDY
SPONSOR: LEONORA GALINTA
2ND PLACE - TO GOD BE THE GREATEST GLORY...
NOTE: I REALLY MISS A FATHER'S LOVE..
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
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...
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.
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.....
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.
As I go through my day, they are by my side,
Following me, watching me and also being my guide.
These are the angels of my loved ones that passed,
When I know their near me, I want this feeling to last.
I never had much family, separated by distance,
Sometimes I felt like my world was of non-existence.
The few I loved so much and held so dear,
My grandfather, grandmother and father are no longer here.
But when I smell my dads cologne or hear grandmas voice in my ears,
I hold in my heart their near me and it rids me of fears.
I certainly must say there is not a day that goes by,
That I do not think of them and softly cry.
I always pray that they will visit me while I sleep,
Dreaming of them is a wonderful feeling that goes so deep.
I'll miss you everyday until I am no longer on earth,
When I see you all again, it will be like a rebirth.
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.
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,
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.
If only we could have you back dad
Just for one more day
To hold you in our arms once more
Before you went away
To tell you how we love you
How we know you loved us too
How no man in this world
Will ever take the place of you
Dad you were our anchor
Our rock, our shining knight
The man we all depend upon
And love with all our might
Always we will picture you
Sitting in your chair
Coffee, paper, football...
How we wish you were still there
Whenever you were told
Another grandchild’s on the way
The frown upon your face
Spoke the words you’d never say
But when each newborn grandchild
In your loving arms was placed
The look of unconditional love
Was there upon your face
Precious memories linger
And tears will gently flow
For the granddad with the sweets
For the Granddad who never said no
Always there for each of us
You always made us smile
And knowing we were happy
Seemed to make your life worthwhile
You filled our lives with happiness
We filled your heart with pride
But now we walk this unknown path
Without you by our side
Those who never met you
Will feel they know you too
For part of you will live in us
In everything we do
Forever we will miss your voice
Your laugh, your smiling face
Forever we will miss the dad
We never will replace
It’s hard to let you go dad
For we never said goodbye
Now you’re an Angel in God’s Heaven
High above the sky
But sometimes when we’re all alone
And feel all hope is gone
I know we’ll hear you whisper
"Kids just smile...and carry on”...
We love you dad...
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.
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
NOTE: INsha'allah - God's willing
remember those days we sat
over looking railroad tracks
picking up rusty metal E's
while collecting long cattails
to burn keeping the mosquitos
at bay while my eyes were
dazzled by lightening bugs
we'd catch placing them
in mason jars sometimes
my cousin would put them
on my ears for glamorous jewels
i fancied that as we sat reciting
hymms humming throughout
langley street leading straight to
our lady of the gardens entrance way
funny how long four o'clock took
opening her flowers right at mass
the gentle way you tended
to my scars on my knees
after a long run of hill deal
at george washington carver school
retrieving golf balls just to tee off
before big momma called us
for dinner i was so young then
our time will never end you were all that i had
much more than that you were my dad
ME AND THIS OLD TRUCK, IS HAULING OUR LAST LOAD.
DOWN THIS LONG HARD BUMPY ROAD.
IT TOSSES ME AROUND, AS IT SWAYS FROM SIDE TO SIDE.
NOW ME AND THIS OLD TRUCK IS ON OUR LAST RIDE
I CAN MEMBER WHEN THIS OLD TRUCK WAS BRAND NEW.
I WAS SO FULL OF PRIDE.
I WASH IT AND WAXS IT UNTIL YOU COULD SEE YOUR REFLECTION ON IT.
NOW ME AND THIS OLD TRUCK IS ON OUR LAST RIDE.
I CAN REMEMBER MY DAD AND I.
WE WORK IN THE FIELDS ,FROM EARLY DAWN TO SETTING SUN.
WE WORK AND WORK UNTIL ALL THE WORK WAS DONE.
MY DAD ON HIS OLD RED TRACTOR,
MOWING GRASS,PLOWING FIELDS,CUTTING HAY.
ME AND THIS OLD TRUCK WOULD HAUL IT ALL AWAY.
THIS OLD TRUCK RUN LIKE A DEER.
HER MOTOR PURR LIKE A KITTEN.
WE WERE ALWAYS SEEN TOGETHER,THROUGH ALL KINDS OF WEATHER.
NEVER ONCE DID SHE EVER GET US STUCK.
LORD HOW I LOVE AND WILL MISS THIS OLD TRUCK.
WELL WE FINALLY COME TO OUR JOURNEY END.
THE ONLY THING LEFT TO SAY IS,
GOODBYE MY OLD FRIEND.
Nobody’s child but mine, He wasn’t wanted, Except by me
He was born so strong, Should have been two, Oh what a joy
This child of mine, Ten tiny fingers , Ten tiny toes too, That child of
He warmed my heart from that moment on, That child of mine .
I lost his dad, He didn’t want to know, That child of mine .
He was sick , Born that way, That child of mine .
Smiles and laughter that lit up a room, That child of mine .
Many a worry, That sick child of mine, Yet so eager to please.
A loving child..
Full of smiles, Laughter too, He was left with his tiny new brother .
That child of mine, New dad and all, He was so pleased .
So proud of his new baby brother. That child of mine.
I just never knew, Thought he was safe that child of mine .
How he snapped , His new dad At that child of mine .
My joyful night, Became a mothers worst fear..
That poor child of mine, He couldn’t breathe, New dad didn’t cope.
Love was blind, This I knew, Now I’m ashamed, I should have knew.
He was only three, Battered and bruised, That poor child of mine .
From top to toe, Look what he’d done to that child of mine .
I know I should have let go, Be seen and heard for that child of mine..
I was so young with two kids in tow, How would I cope, I did not know.
To young and afraid of being alone, I should have known .
That child of mine, In sorry now, Was so naïve, It should have been done.
I should have let him go, For that child of mine I loved so .
Never again will I be afraid, Scared and unsure for any child of mine .
Their just no excuse, He was only three, That poor child of mine .
I was his mum, Should have known, What had to be done .
I should have spoke out, And not been afraid .
For that child of mine, I was his mum .
Men sweat for sweet
lose not the heat
Keep your head in the beat
Life is not milk from a tit
That you suck with smiles
Engage your brain to go long miles.
In world we wander
Be not a mediocre
Aim beyond the sky
For you die
Time is short
Waste it not.
When of age
Tame your rage
Keep in check your ego
Sober might mean madness
when you get this note
I might be here not
Read between the lines
will lead you to mines
when you find love
Open your eyes all you have
Trust IF its worth it
Son this note heed it.
when it's your turn to live.
My bicycle days are through
Please help me spread the news
I no longer have to be a 32 year old hermit
Mom and Dad got me my permit
I just bought a car that seats 5
Thanks to my parents I can finally drive
Mom goes with me and my girlfriend out to eat
Mom rides shotgun, my girl in the back seat
While we are eating with live entertainment
My girlfriend expresses how she doesn't like the car's seating arrangement
So my mom drives and my girl is shotgun
Now I am the lonely one
We drop off my girlfriend and I ask my mom to remove the knife
She says stop complaining, now you can drive
The next night my Dad goes out with me and my buds
We want to sit back and suck down a few suds
Not on my watch, my Dad says
My night out with the buds was disastrous
After one beer, my Dad says you are too drunk to get behind the wheel
He has no idea how this freedom of driving makes me feel
My Mom and Dad are smothering me, my social life will never survive
With them around, it look as if I will never truly drive
Now it's Mom's turn to escort me, guess where we go
My girl and Mom in the front seats, we stop at Domino's
We all three sit in the car and wait for the pizza to get done
Mom says no a/c, let's enjoy the sun
I begin a waterfall of sweat
Mom says look at you, you're all wet
Mom asks for extra napkins when the pizza is delivered to the car
Mom says tonight is Friday, let's park by the lake and enjoy the stars
At the lake, I will drown myself, if I take a dive
I am going back to the bicycle, I will never again attempt to drive
Mom, sisters,brothers is all we had.
We all grew up without our dad.
He left us all when I was just three.
There was no dad for us to see.
Life was hard but we learned to share.
Because our dad was never there.
Our life was filled with heartache and pain.
But I will say one thing he left us his name.
Everyone say's it's time to forgive and let it go.
What a life with a dad would be like I'll never know.
Somethings were good somethings were bad.
It might have been great if we've had our dad.
From his home-made wooden rocker my dad beckoned with his hand,
as his wasting frame would not allow the dying man to stand
and he handed me two buttons, that were worn and on a chain,
then he whispered of their origins while grimacing with pain.
“These two buttons were my father’s lad and from a prison shirt
that dad wore because he’d beat a man who’d treated him like dirt.
He was placed in solitary and that added to his shame,
so to stay sane in that darkness … well he played this little game.
“He would throw those two white buttons in the black void of that room
and he’d search until he found them in his quest to beat the gloom.
Yes he’d throw those two white buttons and they kept the poor man sane,
till they finally released him and my dad came home again.
“When I met your darling mother son I felt right from the start
that this girl was something special and I knew deep in my heart
that we’d marry and have family and son the dream came true,
but it broke me when I lost her, after she gave birth to you.
“Though I had you to remember her, I nearly lost my mind
and I’d ask God in my darkened room why was life so unkind.
But my dad came to the rescue and placed in my hand one day
two white buttons and revealed to me a game he used to play.
“Yes I’d throw those two white buttons in the black void of that room
and I’d search until I found them in my quest to beat the gloom.
Yes I’d throw those two white buttons and they somehow kept me sane
till I found a little peace of mind and was your dad again.
“Still we’ve shared a lot of years since then and son you’re now a man
and I know you love your family and do the best you can.
I do not have much to leave you just these worn out buttons lad
and the knowledge that I loved you and was proud to be your dad.”
Then his hand slumped off the rocker and dad’s spirit left that night
and him lying there and free of pain was such a peaceful sight.
Though at night I’d sit there in the dark, depressed and feeling blue,
till I took to throwing buttons, just like my dad used to do.
Yes I’d throw those two white buttons in the black void of that room
and I’d search until I found them in my quest to beat the gloom.
Yes I’d throw those two white buttons and they somehow kept me sane
and I thanked my dad and grandpa for those buttons on that chain.
Me and this old truck,is hauling our last load.
Down this long and bumpy road.
It bounces me up and down as it sways from side to side.
Now me and this old truck is on our last ride.
I can remember my dad and I would work in the fields.
We work in the fields from early morn to setting sun.
We work and work until all the work was done.
My dad on his big red tractor,mowing grass,plowing fields,cutting hay.
Then me and my old truck would haul it all away.
I can remember when this old truck was brand new.
I was so full of pride.Now me and this old truck is on our last ride.
We were always seen together ,thru all kinds of weather.
Rain,sleet sun snow.
This old truck would take me where ever I wanted to go.
This old truck would purr like a kitten,run like a deer.
Never once did this old truck ever get us stuck.
Lord how I love and will miss this old truck.
Well we finally come to our journy end.
All there is left to say is good-by my old friend.