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Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013

I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over

Sabrina Niday Hansel

Placed 1st in "Unsung Hero" 7/2014 contest
Also 3rd. in "Portrait of a Poet" 1/2014 

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel

Details | Rhyme | |

"My Sister"

A dream from a while back I always remember clear...
My sister was slipping away from cancer as I tear...
Loosing my dad three years back was still fresh in my head...
So going through this again, all the same words can be said...
As I slept through the night images would fill my dreams...
My sister and family all chatting as all was ok it seemed...
The entire dream my sister stood by the door as I pleaded
her to sit and rest...
She kept saying I have to go as I wondered if this was a test...
She opens the door and starts to walk out as I stood to hold her
I'm ok she claimed as I could feel her pull away ,but with no harm..
It was my dad on the other side of the door saying she is with me now...
As I woke that morning I felt confused , the phone rang as my heart 
My sister had passed away through the night, a destination that couldn't
be stopped...
But to know where she was and who was with her eased my pain a bit..
Still I miss her so as remember her smile as I sit and reflect...

A true dream... for" Fragmented Dream contest by Constance A Rambling Poet"
"a spiritual dream" by Michael J. Falotico

Copyright © Michael J. Falotico

Details | Rhyme | |

" The Life Of Me " page 1 of 2

My name is James, born 1961
In Inverness, a small Scots town
To my father Andrew, and my mother Beryl
And Billy my brother, a pair of devils
In 67, we woke one night
Our house was ablaze, full of orange light
Our neighbour next door, for whatever reason
Started a fire, it must be crazy season
We had too move to a caravan park
By this time it,s three, to make a new start
My mother Beryl decide to leave
But the three of us left, never bothered to grieve
In the next few weeks, we ended in court
Two small children, in a marriage abort
We were asked to choose either Dad or Mum
But we ignored the parent, who went on the run
As we left the court, to start a new life
We felt sorry for Dad, as his illness was rife
He never told us that he was unwell
It would upset one of his boys, as the future will tell
Then came the night all parents dread;
Being told one of his boys is nearly dead
We were going to a boys club, on a Monday night
My brother was running so far out of sight
I turned the corner to see him ahead
No!! he's been hit by a van, Boom's  Boom's dead
I ran to my father, sreaming and crying
I'm finding my life,at 7 - far too trying
After the funeral, and with my father unwell
We left Inverness, our eyes a swell
To go as two, and not three as before
It's like Mother Nature closed a door
So we headed west, to a place called Fort William
Was it in the stars, cause Billy " is " William
We moved there, as the air was so pure
Hoping my father will find his cure
For whatever reason, we left the above
We found no Angel or peaceful dove
So we headed back to Inverness
Fathers health decreasing, life still a stress
Over the next few years, i was fostered and loaned
In couples houses and children's homes
It was really strange in all those places
Different people, different faces

Then on the 16th of Feb - 76,
James, i was told, your dads very sick.
The cancer had taken your father away
To be with Billy, where you'll join them one day

In 77, i joined the Navy, as i promised my dad you see. 
I did'nt enjoy it, i decided to leave 
Back up north, where my futures to be 
I wanted to have, what my parents had lost 
And that was my aim, no matter the cost

see page 2 of 2, ty..

Copyright © James Fraser

Details | I do not know? | |

Empty Room

Eyes gazing, questions raising...where is the one

who rested here? Where is the one who took refuge here?

They are gone...yet their things remain.

How odd...they did not stop to pack.

Bed if some magazine.

Breeze blowing...sunshine glowing...

yet emptiness is strange.

I peer in further...where did they go? 

Will they return...I'd like to know.

I hear the clock ticking on the wall,

like some sort of eary wake up call.

They shall not return...their time is done...

there is no need to turn and run.


Copyright © Pam Deremer

Details | Epic | |

We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel

Details | Lyric | |

I Hate You Cancer

Dedicated to my Dad who lost his short battle w/ Colon Cancer on June 18,2013

I hate you Cancer
Your vile evil and cruel
You don't care who you hurt
I'll never forget that day
I'll always hate you for it

Your heartless Cancer
You took someone important from me
Someone important from others too
Took people who didn't belong to you
I hate you for it

You disgust me Cancer
You had no right to take him from me
He mattered more than my very own life
I hate you for taking my Daddy
I hate you for taking others too

I hate you with a passion Cancer
You took part of my heart with him
You took part of my soul that day too
I hate you for it
I hate you I hate you I hate you

I hate you with every fiber of my being 
Go back to Hell where you belong
I hate you, others hate you
Your not welcome or wanted here Cancer

I hate you more than his doctor's
I hate you more than God
I hope I get to witness that day
Witness the day you fall
And you will fall Cancer

You're gonna lose the battle one day Cancer
I'm gonna laugh and dance around your grave
You'll finally get what you deserve 
And you'll never be able to take another soul

Sabrina Niday Hansel

Placed 8th in Poet Destroyer A's  2013 "PINKTOBER" Contest

Please Support a Cure for Colon Cancer & every other type!

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel

Details | Lyric | |

Don't Cry

Please don't cry over my casket 
For I am not there 
Please don't cry at my grave 
My soul has been set free 
I know it's hard not to cry 
I've been down that road one to many times 

I have no more pain 
I have no more sickness 
And I would not change a thing 
As I walk threw the gates of Heaven 
Mom Dad our brothers and sisters 
Will welcome me with open arms 
Here I am free of that pain 

Don't blame yourself 
It was my time to go home 
This is where I'm supposed to be 
Don't dwell on things which you can not change 
I will always be in your heart 

I will always be watching over you 
When that day comes for you to come home
I will be there to welcome you 
With open arms
And walk you threw the gates of Heaven 
You will be greeted by our family & friends
Who came home before you 
Until that day I will be watching over you

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel

Details | Munaajaat | |

Tell Me

I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me God, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me God, you owe me that much


Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel

Details | Lyric | |

Forever Changed

June 18, 2013 our world was Forever Changed
We where a few minutes from home
When we got the call from our baby sister

Said we need to get back home
We need to come as fast as we can drive
Mom really needs us
Something’s wrong with Daddy
The whole way we drove 80
Hoping & Praying we’d make it back in time

Our Family & Friends were weeping 
By the time we got to his side
We knew then our Daddy had been taking
And our hearts they were breaking
We never got to say Goodbye
We each softly kissed that man
We four sisters laid down beside him
And cried just like babies
For our world was Forever Changed that day

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel

Details | Free verse | |

left alone

         Now I am left alone with tears ~

         with all shared may sadness cease
         the darkness of loss as fears increase
         your heart wants to hold on for hope

          losing the one expected never ready 
           going through acceptance you think
          until time stands still and life does cease 
           Now I am left alone with tears ~
          every thought now to late to speak
            all you thought you knew you didn't
          when death comes swift no real preparation

         How long will this hurt one can only wonder 
          The tears fall hard , the tears fall alone    
           saying goodbye forever your gone .


Copyright © Shanity Rain

Details | Free verse | |

Never So Gracious

A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.

Copyright © Bj Fard

Details | Couplet | |


Cancer, I hate you with a deep passion
You took my dad not in a timely fashion

My dad was the backbone of our family
His absence left an aching need cavity

He held our family together with prayer
Away from Satan’s snare and hell’s fire

Then one day he was so terrible sick
We thought this must be a silly trick

The doctor said he had not much time
O no the family thought this is a crime

The best father there was down by cancer
Riding on a black horse this hated lancer

For Michael J. Falotico's contest

Copyright © Joy Wellington

Details | Verse | |

Good at Marketing

Dad said I'd be good at marketing
since I like making lists. Classifying
the woods and herbs, jazz tunes, poets' poems and poems for people
and I've also considered sorting humans into novelistic categories:
compassionate, responsible
logical, radical
scientific, silent
garrulous, querulous
masterful, mindful

leader, liar
persnickety, prejudiced
appealing, apoplectic
decisive, persistent
natural, enervating
effective, fastidious
passive, embarrassed
aimless, familiar

sociable, impregnable
amorous, demanding
delirious, disciplined
silly, assimilated
holy, hungry

Next there would be settings.
Deserts, moon colonies, submarines, George Herbert and his God.

Motives for acting
driven by personality, DNA (fucking DNA!), sinning,
necessity and whatever happens in the afterlife. Spinning
with the planet but sitting still and thinking deeply.

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School bus, snow plow
train whistle, cello
alarm clock, traffic report
Beijing, Cincinnati
former adversaries, adolescent lovers
any day could be your last day, Hombre
mango, avocado
superstition, cancer treatment
enhanced interrogation, blurry vision
jacket and tie, why am I waiting
quiet remembering, day by day goes by without poetry without grace
seedless watermelon, rabbit in my garden
too much to do, not much to do
hip hop rhythms, how white people like to shake hands
who can't do anything about his skin color, Nelson Mandela
pluck the gold key, touch me personally
breakfast salad, stay in school
Afghanistan, strangulation
banana, Guatemala
mountains and rivers forever, never will I allow myself to live long enough
      to end like that
that's for sure, sure in yr computer
the brain contains the universe, the universe has a brain
stream cutting gorge, last snow patch
photosynthesis, missing dad (or mom) in poem
whatever you want, the freedom of summer gone and only one fuck
paper sleeping bag, ear souvenir
peace, twice
lemonade, amulet
how to make history interesting for Johnnie, washing yr pajamas
chain saw, no strip joints or strip malls in the Gaza Strip
frantic century, facial tissue
Jerusalem, reducing fractions
polytechnic institute, grandma's sauce

Copyright © Robert Ronnow

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Perfect Rest

Yr cancer is inevitable as love.
You didn't last forever. The pain
wasn't the main problem, unconsciousness
was. Dad cannot see or hear,
the walls of the house contain just dust,
that's it, and if he shows up as a ghost
I'm lost, all my theories false.

Dr. Cherry certified my cancer as a cyst.
A drupe, a stone, a past mistake.
I left the examining room elated,
and have gone on to conflate my happiness,
relief, with that of the whole village.
The message is: to the east and west, the self
which is carried around as a pound of garbage.

"I like to be kissed before I'm fucked."
And what is poetry anyway. Its role,
local and global. Well, I for one have no
friends or family sufficiently interested
to come to a reading. Don't take offense,
we prefer novels, and especially movies,

coffee, sugar, oil, parrots, ponies, you
name it. Seven goes to six. Prices
bust and burst, but life (and school) goes
on, or whatnot. Atomic bubble gum. Protein computer.
Grass roof. Sun spot. Perfect error.
In the mirror where everybody hides the body.

Finally, I have been going for walks, girls
with protection dogs, black flies in my eyes.
Peace of noon, bird siesta. August returns,
the snow flies. Did you survive summer,
beat the reaper? I hope so, and yr fern allies.
Perfect rest is priceless, paradise.

Copyright © Robert Ronnow

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There are moments in life 
You will never forget
A certain instant in time
Some really hard news hits

I came home from work
About to leave on a trip
My mom stopped me and said
Your father is sick

It's simple though, right?
Nothing crazy, no big deal
He can take some medication
He'll be fine...he can heal

But that wasn't the case
No, not quite that easy
What my mother said next
Made my stomach all queasy

I heard the word we all hate
It's cancer, she said
My heart sank so heavy
Questions flooded my head

Not my dad! No!
Don't let it be true
How long do we have?
Mom! What will we do?!

There were tests and scans
There was chemo and drugs
We grew a little stronger
And gave longer hugs

That was four years ago
And he's still by our side
I thank God for each moment
For each day he provides

Life changed forever
That Thursday afternoon
Sometimes fear grips my heart
That I'll lose him too soon

But each day that we have
I'm so grateful he's here
To share in life's moments
Of laughter and tears

So pull your family close
Take the time to dance
Cause one day too soon
You might miss your chance

Copyright © Bethany St John

Details | I do not know? | |


he feels pain;
the breath draws thin and shallow
no more chances

Copyright © Stephen Honor

Details | Verse | |

Okay Love

Dear Robert
          I'm enclosing the warranty
                     for your shaver In case
anything should happen
          I've circled the address
                     where to bring it

Dad still isn't feeling
          well and is going
                     this week to the doctor I can't
          what can be wrong -
                     but I'm really getting concerned

          by the way
                     did you mail
that letter
          to the bank
                     I hope

          we are going to a wake
                     for Phyllis Spina.
She died
          on Saturday -
                     acute leukemia.

Your brothers are fine
          they're off -
                     Yom Kippur
All else is
          okay Love

Copyright © Robert Ronnow

Details | Quatrain | |


Always been blessed with “stick-to-it-ness” Got it from my dear old dad He once rode a bike three hundred sixty miles Took four days each way, egad! At any age, that's quite an accomplishment But my dad was sixty years old From Montreal to Toronto and back again A feat so gruelling, so bold A wee one of ten back in nineteen forty-six Didn't hit me till many years later The impact of his enormous accomplishment It then seemed a whole lot greater Been telling this proud tale wherever I go Bout inheriting his “stick-to-it-ness” Don't think I can even come close to matching The resolve and dedication he possessed © Jack Ellison 2013 Sadly, he died of cancer at the young age of 67

Copyright © Jack Ellison

Details | I do not know? | |

My Last Goodbye

By the dim light 
We were standing by the road 
You were my princess I was your toad 
Laughed for a while 
Then we talked for a while 
Until it was time to leave 
And it was our one last ride 
Two months later 
By the window you looked out the pane 
Said there is no more us 
Said your last goodbye 
You left me alone with a broken heart 
Just some time and then we were apart 
Just one last kiss 
The kiss of lie 
We broke up and I still don't know why 
Two years on I linger 
Your ring still lies on my finger 
The door knocks I see your dad 
Your memories flash I remember the hatred that your dad had 
But not today.. He was soft 
He hugs me first and then pulls out a letter 
Hey love, 
I hope things are better 
I loved you a lot 
It was my health, something you couldn't have bought 
I was growing uglier day by day 
But you loved me so much,I didn't know what to say 
I thought you'd break up with me 
I was dying every passing day 
When I left you I was in tears 
But I had cancer I couldn't live for years 
So I decided I'd make a move 
Now no longer can I move 
I wish you find another girl 
Someone better.. Someone from above 
Or wait for me.. Till the next birth 
And love my parents now 
My last wish on this earth 
My last kiss it wasn't a lie 
It wasn't back then. 
But this is my last Goodbye

Copyright © Alhad Barbadikar

Details | Rhyme | |

The Thirteenth Day Of July

When I saw you in your casket, it brought tears to my eyes.
You died two years ago today on the thirteenth day of July.
When the doctors said that your illness was terminal, I didn't want to believe that it was true.
But sadly, they were correct and two years ago today, we lost you.

From 1975 to 2010 you worked at Woodcraft, you worked with lumber.
People may think that I'm crazy because I believe that 13 is an unlucky number.
You died on the thirteenth year of the century and also on the thirteenth day of July.
You took Chemotherapy treatments for months and two years ago today, you died.

[Dedicated to Charles F. Johnson (1947-2013) who died on July 13, 2013 at the age of 65.]

Copyright © randy johnson

Details | Ballade | |

nothing to say.

As I sit and write I find it hard to tell-a story of a man a story hard to sell
as a child fatherless was his greatest gift -you see his mother was both, as if
through good times and bad-the woman alway made him fill he had a dad
stand strong,stand tall- loving words she gave as she never would crawl,
she knew her fillings she could never show-you see tears were never part as you know,
she worked hard and did her best-but time after time life brought her a test,
he left when the forth was three months old-days were hot as the nights were cold
another man leaves another child-yet she was positive always with a smile,
seven kids she gave life-seven kids yet left lonely and cold ...the forgotten wife,
poverty and cancer were her biggest fights-I think it was loneliness in the night,
as her kids grew and left her alone-most cried about there dad never being home,
with there life's lost in regret-one moved forward giving her the up most respect,
time went on as her eyes faded like night-he could see she no longer wanted to fight,
she dried her tears and put on that smile-you know son I felt this way for awhile,
listening to her he seen life took it's toll-his mom his light grew old,
as tears fell from all eyes- lying her to rest he remembered being by her side,
he found happiness as the birds carried her away-moms gone to a better place today
no more tears no more lonely nights-looking around he seen this was now there fight,
they all raged and cried-not this one he had opened up his eyes,
to this day there still looking-for him his life was her smile and up he was looking,
years have past and came the news-the eldest father was ill and dew,
as they asked with remorse-he never bated an eye he never lost changed course,
it may sound mean even a bit cold-but you see his dad passed as the story told,
only one made him who he is-she rest above with a smile just like his,
he has no regret or anger-he didn't know the man who was his father,
nothing bad to say nothing good-she was my dad and this I understood. 

Copyright © michael romero

Details | Narrative | |


Dad, did you think I had forgotten you,
Well Dad, I wouldn't want you to be blue,
Do you think just because you've been gone so long,
That I don't still feel those arms so strong?

I loved you Dad-you were my idol,
I remember you putting on the horses' bridles,
I remember the love you had for your farm,
I remember how, for you, it held such charm.

You loved your horses, the cows and pigs,
You loved that old sow that got so big,
You loved driving that big truck for all those years,
But you were gone so much-Mom shed many tears.

You worked many trades, my dear, dear Dad,
The depression years made many people sad,
But you always worked to feed those you loved,
God blessed you Dad, from His throne up above.

You smoked before we knew smoking was bad,
And because you started smoking as just a lad,
Lung cancer got you before you were old,
Death took you early,my Daddy of GOLD!

Yes, I loved you Dad,and I still do,
But with thoughts of your love and humor I'm never blue,
Another poem I'll write for you--later Dad.

Copyright © Patricia Leonaitis