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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.

once, thrice by the armchair are letters spread around
mostly payables , some due end of month’s mound
neck shrinks till coffee brews, like soft smoke in heat
thanking the Father for a home that sings in mellow beat


with smiles easing  burdens that seem heavy weight
for heart’s growling hides many things like love, hope, and fate,
my eyes, my skin become plump again, and dear life wanders by
prayers whisper 'all is right', a joyful world wraps a mellow sigh,
looking up at the night’s ray, simple pleasures cannot be bought
I bow for His mercy and let go, to rest on His Light ever sought.




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


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On The Moon

Thea, grandfather Alferd's dog died, she was so old and sick
Now is Thea on the moon, says Adrian who is six

Michael Jackson died so unexpectedly and abruptly
He is on the moon and plays with Thea, says Adrian who is a big fan

Betzy, grandfather Arild's dog died, she was also old and sick
Now Betzy is also on the moon with Thea and Michael Jackson and play all day

Great Grandmother died so unexpectedly and abruptly
Adrian who is six had difficulty understanding

Adrian who is six cried many tears for Great Grandmother
but comforted himself with the fact that she is sitting on the moon and
makes waffles to Thea, Michael Jackson and Betzy.




04.11.2012
A-L Andresen :)  - A true story -


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The Blessings of Grandfathers Beautiful Lies

Impressionable young hearts do tell the grandest lies
When learned from grandfathers with sparkling eyes
Grandfathers living renewed through the breath of a grandchild

Oh grandfathers’ whoppers told in all kindness and glory
The bigger the whopper makes the child’s lies the cute little story
Thus the grandchild’s faith breeching walls of reasonable reality 
Simply because beloved grandfather had told the story
My grandfather said it was so- tiny voice of pledged belief
And I believe him -for grandfather would never lie to me

So sleep little one- dream the telling’s of funny grandfathers beloved
For their little lies to you are meant to not make you a worried
But make you believe in the impossibilities of grandeur and extravagance 
There is a Santa Clause
The fish really was so big it couldn’t fit in the boat
I wrestled a grizzly when I was just about your age

For in the telling of such blessed little lies
A remembrance of grandfather will never die
The wisdom and laughter thus remembered in each time’s telling
Will warm you over and over- as little lies do you begin the telling 


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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.


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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


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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.


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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





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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.


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Trust

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


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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.


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Goodbye Granddad

Gravity pulls my tears into pools.
Im sinking in sorrow -emotional fuels. 

Just turn back the time, I just want a moment. 
To say goodbye once, to cherish and own it. 

I loved my granddad - a man more than great.
Paired with my Granny as the perfect mate. 

A montage of memories that rush my soul.
My eyes fill with tears, I'm losing control. 

Just keep it together, it's what he would want. 
They all say the same, but I stand in front. 

Happiness swells, yet sadness prevails.
Like Christ on the cross, with hands full of nails. 

Life has a reason, and death isn't treason.
-It's moving on up.. A lifetime's a season. 

I look to the sky and say my goodbye.
The time won't turn back, I gave it a try. 

I close my eyes and imagine this-
Paradise in a place full of bliss. 

World peace in a piece of the world.
Without loss and bombs never hurled. 

Snow that falls that doesn't freeze.
Sun that shines that doesn't cease. 

A land where "The forever" is real.
A scene where the sick always heal.

Life with infinite love, like gusts in the wind.
Two little doves, with eternities to spend. 

God has a plan, fool-proof to the core. 
Now Granddad's with him, a reward of much more. 

-Yours Truly


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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


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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


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What Do I Know About Being German

Born American, sixth generation of great-grands all German,
not much liking sausage or sauerkraut, English speaking all the way,

except the Germany of my ancestry was fought over and broken
so I’m a bit of France, Germany, Poland, Hungary all the Holy

Roman empire, dissolved down, fought over, egotized, horrified 
and remade Into some new state where English is as common as German.

We share a love of flowers in the face of cold and rain, I drink less beer
and wine, meet up somewhere, anywhere around the world on a beach.

From my parents and grandparents, I know to serve up too much food
seven sweets, seven sours and drink and whirl the night away to a band.

Hardworking sorts, unafraid of a little dirt, loving dirt, the turnover
and young sprout brought to fruit, wearing overalls and then washing up.

To sit before a pressed linen table cloth, served up on the finest china,
the cha in my father’s name, the uff da, and other exclamations.

The morning rosaries, the blessed churches where we give thanks for all good
and the setting aside of pride while we work together to make our food.

Sure there are aprons for cooking. Shorts for summertime. A dive into any pool.
What do I know of being German, not much, it's just somewhere in my roots.


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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


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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.



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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


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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)


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Collision of Fate

How Long Has it Been Since Two Strips of Red Flesh
Have Puckered and Uttered The Word Blaze?

The Mind is Void and One By One the Carvings and 
Paintings of My Friends Diminish into Obscurity.

                       - Dust Covered Palette -

Father, I model My Entirety Around Your Genius,
Yet The Misery Does Not Subside Nor Relinquish.

Focusing On One Aspect at a Time, The Self
Destructive Pre-set in My Head is Running.

                        - Right On Schedule -

Pain is Relative, I Have Suffered More Than A
Holocaust Survivor and Less Than an Adored Child.

Sometimes The Acceptance of This Insignificance is
Enough To Make You Shine Brighter Than God.

                        - I Hope One Day -

                                 - Our Paths Collide -




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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


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My Dad- My Inspiration

By holding his finger i with my little hands learned to walk,
And by repeating after him some heavy words I learned to talk.

Falling several times during walking I with the support of my father tried again and again,
I also remember the moment when he gave me shed during the heavy rain.

When I achieve something great inside him celebrations he makes,
But does and should scold me when I do bad mistakes.

From him I have taken true inspiration,
And being someone like him is not only my dream but also my despiration.

Through him I always find the right way,
" Try to convert your dreams into reality " is the line he always say.

He was the one who held my hand and taught me to write,
So that ahead of me my future is bright,
And he cares for me whether it is day or night.

He always stand alongside me whether I win or lose,
Through him I learned how to the right path choose. 

He is the one who stays hungry when I don't eat,
And in the cold he becomes my warmth and gives me heat.

I give my father a tribute from the bottom of my heart,
And I hope that our bonding of love never goes apart.




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Coco For Ten

<                               Coco was his name
                                 Spider monkey all the same

                                Dad worked for zoo
                                Feeder of Coco too


                               Brought the little guy home
                               Boy did Coco love to rome


                               Droppings here and there
                               Mom  covered up his dairy - air

   
                               Shoulders he did seek
                               Knocking  younger ones off their feet


                                Bananas and salted nuts
                                Made Coco dance and strut

                               
                               Each day a animal of new
                               Dad brought home from the zoo

             
                               But the one I'll remember the most
                               Was coco who shared my daily toast





Tribute To 
Como Park Zoo
St Paul Minnesota

Coco And Daddy




Can You Imagine
A Monkey Playing
With 10 Kids  LOL

                                 


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Past Time

I am ten and crossing home.
Two players missed it, as it rolls on and on.
An error if you're scoring the play,
but I call it a home run on my first day.
I am ten, and I have found my first love
in a tattered ball, and a hand-me-down glove.

I am twenty, and I am throwing hard.
Beading sweat, please stay in the yard!
Each pitch thrown with a hope and a prayer.
Scholarship athletes can't be only fair.
Medical school looms larger than the Show.
A privilege for few, but I don't want to go.

I am thirty and I cannot put it down.
Sundays the old men come around.
Love of the game a common bond.
The bat is no longer a magic wand.
Reminiscing about those bygone days.
I can no longer beat out those close plays.

I am forty, and I watch with delight.
My own boys throwing with all their might.
A lump in my throat, a moist eye.
I contentedly look on and sigh.
I've passed down the love to the next generation,
and I wouldn't trade that for a standing ovation.


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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


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The Ugly Sin

We can't get back the years we have lost
The Demon inside stole you at all cost

The father you loved and trusted in
Took your innocence a mortal sin

Your broken spirit yearns more of the same
Now he tells me... that I am to blame

I should have not left you and trusted him
Denial has ways of making life grim

Now what can I do since he took my child
In ways someone could never take mild

I have no witness but you my sweet girl
Protecing your secret till God's grace unfurls

In bed thinking what could I have done
Of all Ugly... this the ugliest one~


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My Father Gave Advice to Me

My Father Gave Advice to Me by Rick Rucker My Father gave advice to me, He didn't charge, I got it free. His favorite saying was "You can be anything you want to be," I remember hearing it, from age three! He was right, I did the things that I desired, Wrote things, enjoyed myself, and retired. As a kid, I would often wonder, Not to steal my Dad's thunder, Couldn't my Dad do the same? Instead of giving advice, so lame? You see, while he did it, he would stand, With a beer can in his hand. Who would have ever "thunk," Obviously, he wanted to be a drunk!
Winner of Fifth Place in the contest My Parent Sponsored by Francine Roberts


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A Cowboy Is

He’s tender and caring in his own way,
From moving cattle to bucking hay;

He’s stubborn but gentle and hard as nails,
As he deals with all that his job entails;

He may seem distant but he’s filled with pride;
From the cattle he tends to the horse that he rides;

He’s defender of the small and weak,
And protector of the sick and meek;

He keeps the code of the cowboy way,
Standing steadfast from day to day;

Watching over and protecting from harm,
All of the beings that reside on his farm;

He’s sometimes reserved and far-away,
And he never really has too much to say;

Laugh lines cover his weathered face,
Something even time can’t erase;

He is a cowboy, born and bred,
From the boots on his feet to the hat on his head.


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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.


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A Fathers Right

A Fathers Right

Many times between my children and I 
We wouldn’t always see eye to eye

They would tell me when I’m wrong
Or sometimes I might take to long

They sometimes get mad when I butt in
I remind them that where all kin

I tell them in my way
I love them every day

It’s a fathers right 
To love his children with all his might


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Ode To Billy

Young Billy was a soldier in the War Between the States; 
And scars of war made Billy feel a victim of the fates. 
He fought for Mr. Lincoln and the preservation creed 
Yet saw too many dying and he saw too many bleed. 

Now Billy knew the dreams of war so vivid every night, 
Were dreams of almost everyone who'd caught that bloody fight. 
The war he fought sought righteousness which he believed was true 
But never understood how North and South could split in two. 

His parents died of fever while he fought in Tennessee, 
A fact he didn't know until the North claimed victory. 
His papa, wise and sullen like the Irish Sea he knew, 
Had come to this America with dreams to start anew. 

Young Billy hoped his mama knew he'd made it through the war 
For she had shed no salted tears when he marched off before - 
But mothers bury very deep such pain within their soul 
So only God could touch her there and try to make her whole. 

Now both were gone along with wisdoms they could gently share 
To help him lift conflicted pain no man should have to bear. 
He prayed that Father Dave back home in Dublin had been right - 
A man can speak with loved ones in the starlight of the night. 

The things of life one covets can be lost to history, 
Including soldiers buried by the war's ferocity. 
He cried out loud in anger at the God he once adored: 
"Why did You leave me all alone my precious, precious Lord? 

What grave offense did I commence before Your loving eyes?" 
Though God was silent in repose great clouds then cleared the skies 
And Billy's father softly spoke and made the two as one 
With words of wisdom's calming balm to heal his broken son. 

"The wisdom of this world are pearls wrapped snug in crystal rain 
Proclaiming life will never end but just begin again." 


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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. 



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He is {our dearest friend}

He is everything good inside you and I
The alpha and omega the earth and the sky

He forgives our trespass as well as our thoughts
Don't get confused for he can't be bought

He is the planets as well as the stars
I first found him inside prison bars

He is all that has been or could ever be
The sun and the moon the sky and the sea

He is the beauty we see in a flower
He created the universe with all of it's power

He is the teacher who teaches us best
He forgives us our sins and offers us rest

He is the one who offered his Son
To forgive us of things that we have done

For he is love in it's truest form
The comfort inside that makes us feel warm

He gives unto us the right to choose
The ultimate choice of win or lose

When you feel lonely and full of despair
Comfort is waiting in a single prayer

He is the one thing from which we can't hide
For he is the spirit that lives inside

He is the beginning as well as the end
For he truly is "our dearest friend"


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Reflect, Stressed to Reflect

Can it be oh so serious, or humerous to be believed
When one life's turns it's oblique corner, when life can so deceive

It's when you've looked through childrens eyes, what would you honestly see
If you could be able to see through my eyes to reflect, would I be you or me

To be awoken one cold dark morning, when shades of oranges and reds abound
When all that you can hear, are the terrors in your sound

Bright lights and sirens craze, amidst a family counting cries
Whilst a screaming father shouts, will they find his sons alive

~*~

Can it be oh so serious, or humerous to be believed
When you've turned that oblique corner, we thank that we're relieved

It's when you've looked through childrens eyes, what would you honestly see
If you could be able to see through my eyes to reflect, would you be you or me

The excitement of going places together, brothers as they should normally do
Come back, your running too fast, I'll never be as fast as you

Bright lights and sirens craze, amidst a father again counting his cries
Internally he screams once more, will he find his sons alive

~*~

Can it be oh so serious, or humerous to be believed
When I have turned so many corners, when I view my family sieved

It's when you've looked through this childs eyes, what would you honestly see
If you could live through continuous hurt, in death, also I would be oh so free

To be alive and escape ones past, as I sat in the Abertarff Bar one day
Way back in 1982, I nearly allowed my being to stray

If I had decided to turn that corner, this you wouldn't be reading now
Bright lights and sirens would craze, and wonder why and how


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Birds and bees

21st February 2012
By Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
(Couplet)
Hey mum and dad please do not lowly hum or keep mum,
When by your little one asked “where do babies come from?”

Narrated over and over this metaphorical tale,
Many scoff to tell, be it female or adult male.

Birds are like men and fly as they please,
Bees are like women, dedicated to their queen, to her whims appease.

Bees sit on and pollinate the flowers,
By, buzzing around many and over few hovers. 

The birds spread the “seed”,
These to the “gen next” they lead.

This is about birds and bees  a short verse,
On a topic, proscribed and taboo which parents surely must never be averse


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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


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Precious Things

Precious things

Finding out a father I was to become
My love, my wife to become a mom

In time being a father of three
They would be precious things to me

As a father I gave it my best
Protecting them in our little nest

Now my little three are all grown
They have precious things of their own 

The most precious things in life
Your family, your children, your wife


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SILENCE BESTILLS THE NIGHT

written 20th may 2013



As the world shuts down
 lavish ladies put on their gown

Rest comes, as they comb their hair
 while others, fight the midnight air

All living lives, they had exactly detailed
 not a thought goes out, to those who failed

Homeless man...where was his fall?
 can any of you see or care, that no one heard his call

One moment...one tiny second, it's lost
 the next one to fall....could be anyone's cost

Be wise, and look to the skies
 for he is the one, you need to recognise!


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Why the Rose Always Cries

Night after night, she sits down and contemplates
In her mind she knows her loss, but still she sits and waits

He, her husband, another statistic he has become
Killed in a far away land, another soldiers blood has run

Day after day she's taken back, to moments they had shared
Carving their names on a tree, showing teenagers cared

Through green fields of pastures new, season after season
At fourteen years old they clicked, love was a reason

Whilst she paces their family home, his steps gone forever
Killed in a far away land, another life now severed

In her time their kids will be told, daddy's never coming home
For the angels have asked him to stay, just to let him roam

Memories of their pasts resonate within her mind
For she knows she'll find no other, for he was one of a kind

Outside the window where she stares, under many seasons skies
She sits down and contemplates, why the Rose always cries









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-6.php


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The Beginning of Breaking down

The boy ran toward the bedroom door as the smell of smoke rose into the air
The alarm went off and the scream of gasoline echoed into the hall
He ran- jumped- dived as the loudest boom went off
Shaken and stunned he burst to the living room
opening the door my still lead to certain doom
it flung open as he jumped onto his back
big men charged in only to be attacked
his father yelling swears and bashing heads
a lead pipe as his weapon and a gash in his hand
he told the boy to go but it was to late
the next wave of men came in pursued
the boys father was beaten to death very soon
The boy crawled though one of the men's legs 
and ran until his feet gave out and he started to run again
a black car pulled up to screeching stop in front of the child
the driver got out and opened the back passenger side
throwing the boy in and driving away
to a violent camp not mentioned to the world
they held him captive in handcuffs of light
he walked down a long hallway 
with guards on both sides
when he got to the room 
the guards left him the door
so he was now alone in the big black room...

A man sit by a fire signaling the boy to move forward
and by the time he arrived the conversation was over
The man wore a suit of military honor and status
For he was the starter of this whole disaster 
He addressed himself as Orian Glow
and the boy stared into the eyes of his foe
he was thrown into a cell with almost no air
he scratched into the wall "Life's not fair"
looking out the window and crying to sleep
thinking about his father and wanting to escape
the moon shone bright and the transport came
the ride was long until the sirens rang
the driver and guard ran to the building 
as the prisoners ran off to the fencing 
the boy crawled under and the others caught
he ran and ran to the next building lot
a library abandoned but the doors where locked
the boy used his handcuffs to break open the lock
the doors flung and he ran in to hide
the smell of books and dust was all to find...


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Letter to the Unborn Son

 I watch you there,
I sit and stare,
As curled inside this sacred womb
You are protected, sheltered, night and noon.
I place my hand so gently
And wonder if you yet know me,
My touch, my voice, are you aware?
Though never met such bonds we share.
Beneath my finger tips you move
And make me wonder, will I prove
To be the man I need to be
For you who hold such faith in me,
Who feel myself, so unprepared
Yet hope my father's steps I'll tread.
With this I contemplate you may,
On some such far off future day,
Find you yourself sat in my place,
These same concerns upon your face,
For as the Father raise the Son,
So from the Son, the Man become.


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A Very Wet Christmas


When I was twelve, the rains came and came
On Christmas Eve it was just the same
The beautiful presents waited under the tree
We never got to open them, for you see
The swollen river could hold no more
We had no idea the horror  in store
With nothing but the clothes on our backs
We left our home, that night so black
Through waste high water to higher ground
The swirling current a terrifying  sound
Huddled together with neighbors and friends
That night our Christmas came to an end
Our home was gone..but we had each other
Me, mother, father and my older  brother.
On Christmas Eve I stop and  remember
The fear on that day in late December
But thankful that we had trust and love
The best gifts, gifts from our father above...


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The Deadly Dart

Wherever I go through out my whole life,
I end up struggling with lots of strife.
Thinking that my life is a total waste,
Wanting it to be over in a haste.

I can feel the pain inside my own heart,
Like someone through at my a deadly dart.
The wound is easing deeper and deeper,
Will the pain ever stop getting bigger?

Feeling emo is never a good thing,
Cutting your arm makes a really bad sting.
Blood is dripping from my arms and my heart,
Failing to dodge the largest deadly dart.

Drowning in all the lies and self pity,
I live each day but always feel sh*tty.
I have lots of thoughts about suicide,
But then I think about those who have died.

Those who have died not just from suicide,
But also those who are really nice guys.
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...This "poem" was actually suppose to be a couplet (on any thing you want) for my english 
class but i made this kind bcuz i was feeling emo that day...and also after i was done i read it 
over and it almost sound like a rap song which, i guess, is kinda funny and cool.........


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No Superhero

I believe in love, 
Not in you

You've hurt a lot of people
That's something no superhero would do

Wimpy attempts prove one thing
You're desire for my love has no honesty

Did your time
Escaped your grind

Whatever is left behind
A toy maker can fix and polish to shine


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The Difference My Life He Did Make

The Difference My Life He Did Make

Precious are the memories which lift my soul
Soring to heights of remembered laughs
The joys having made eternal will always last
Good experiences for the lessons I did learn 
This life of a man who shared in kind
For in his living day by day
This man helped me in showing the way
A way of living as a better husband father and man
A way of living that I might stand
To stand tall for family friendship and right
That from this day-forth his trodden path reflects light
Light to shine when worries I do care
Light to glow my path when in despair
I rejoice to know the difference my life he did make


In remembrance of my Father-In-Law
Poem by Mark A. Goodson (son-in-law)
10/26/2012


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Manhattan Soup

Years ago when the kids were young
A plan of action in my mind began

They ran around playing children's games
Peace of mine was never the same

When the boys dressed up they looked real cute
Fighting baddies they were in hot pursuit

Many months I put up with this
The noise, the screaming, tearing at my bliss

Then came the day all hell broke loose
No more their father could be a woose

Leonardo, Michelangelo were the first to be shelled
Raphael and Donatello were next to be felled

Once simmered with herbs and beautiful leek hoops
Teenage Ninjas, turned into Turtle Soup

Many hours of quietness in tranquillity followed
Whilst bowls of Manhattan Soup were delightfully swallowed





http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/humour-2.php


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BURNED INTO MEMORY


  Whenever I smell the sweet aromas made by a log fire,
  I recollect past times of great desire.

  The crackling of the wood, the heat it produces,
  Only more and more memories induces.

  There was a time in college that I spent a Summer outdoors,
  Each night, around a campfire, with a dozen others.

  We sang and laughed and enjoyed life you see,
  Mostly, we enjoyed each others' company.

  Oh, we cooked our hot dogs and burgers too,
  But when the guitars came out, we knew what to do.

  We sang our songs of the joys of life,
  Few of us felt then the pangs of strife.

  Things turned that Summer, at least for me...
  My father died rather suddenly.

  I remember the call I got with the news,
  The fire, that night, had different hues.

  The coals that burned and sparks that flew,
  Foretold of a life...different and new.

  As I grow older and by some chance,
  Smell wood burning in a fireplace by happenstance.

  I recall that Summer when my world changed
  You might say, my life  was "rearranged".

  When I hear the hiss of embers that die,
  I think back to a time when I asked, "Why"?

  Yet, it is still the happy moments of that Summer I miss,
  With the sweet aroma of a wood fire, and its burning hiss.

  For I would not trade that Summer you see,
  It has a special place, here in my memory.

  And once in a while I go back to that spot,
  Where I was young, with passions so hot.

  The sound and smells of a campfire remind me...
  Those times are "burned" in my memory.

  


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Eternal Father

This craving desire that groweth in me, 
Has opened the eye of my mind as to see

The chance of my daughterly duties abound
Shall serve so a well-kept privilege I found.

To none other than my eternal Father, 
Shall this humble heart's moil belong rather.

To sing of His Mightiness ever to sound, 
His kindness and love that has seen not a bound,

His power, divinity, ever so great, 
That changeth, by trust, all of our so called "fate"

His handsomeness more than the purest damask, 
Belief in Him whcih maketh easy a task.

For this boutneous Being I now do live for, 
And so shall I live for, for evermore!


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Embedded Ivory

-Listen To Those Keys of Ivory Boy,
                          They'll Help You To Forget -

Everyday Was Pain, Red Sashes Across The
Hands and Wrists. Face Red with Anxiety.

                                      - Never Miss a Note -

The Cane Bore Down With Such Velocity,
That The Crack Matched the Entailing Scream.

                     - Hours of Endless Practice... -
                                             - Its For You Papa... -

The Notes Struck with Such Precision, Accuracy
And Intimacy, That the Boys Tears Spattered the White.

                                        - Silence -

His Father Frozen to The Floor, No Expression,
No Sound... "Go To Your Room Son"

                                         - Bare Feet Against Wood -

There Would be No Screams That Night,
No Red Marks to Hide From The World.

                                         - Just Rest -

Crying, He Soaked His Pillow as He Smiled and 
Closed His Eyes.

                                         - His Father Sat at The Piano... -

                             - His Fingers Laced With The Tears of a Prodigy -


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Couplets for Daddy

By: SASHI. PRABHU (ZEAUOXIAN)
Written on: 17th June 2012.
On the occasion of Father’s Day.

Akin a singular solitary mountain standing alone, His love is deep, steep solid & spontaneous and his very own. He always bears my rumbling and blaring, But will stand by me even if the world against me is flaring. He will always in others eyes elevate me and in his own eyes adore me, Talk about me with glowing pride & content he wants me to always be. When God made him for me, Filled a portion of his heart, to give to me, peace happiness and glee. God took From mountains and plateaus, Strength to put into me and its seeds to sow From the smiling shinning sun, Feelings of “warmth” for me his son From the vast blue seas, Tranquility and calmness to give me for free. From the ever green nature, Generosity for me from within to grow in stature. From the silent night, Comfort and coziness to make me always all right. From age, Wisdom to impart to me and not inner rage. From the eagle’s flight, Power to have but never use in its own right. From monsoon’s pristine & unsullied morn, Joys for my life to adorn. From a mustard seed, Faith inside me to forever breed. From eternity for me, Patience in my life even to an intolerable degree. All these virtues God took, And tied them all with humanity’s comely hook. Then on life’s canvas he did a portrait and colored it all, And made a man, “ Dad” for me to call. To my “Dad” on Father’s day, From the bottom of my heart I say “I love you” in my own way. To me Father’s Day means much more, Than with these few penned words I bring fore. Once more……………. Daddy ………Happy Father’s Day…………..


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Hills of Home

White flowers on the hillside, spell out welcome to me
I learnt the names of most  of them, walking with my "tadcu"*

He told me all about them, how Garlic is good for wounds
The names of the songbirds as they flew close to the  high ground

Knew where to find a hare for the stewpot when it's cold
Or the sly old fox sneaking in the long grass, being bold

The hill has a stream running briskly to the base
From where it meets its sisters making it a river with much haste

Fish flopping about jumping over rocks evading the net
Pictures burnt into my mind which I will never forget.


*. Tadcu --- Grandfather


Penned. 11/06/2014


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Father - An icon of inspiration

Whenever I was down & out....
While the world stared at me with doubt....
You inspired me to stand up....
& combat all the challenges tough....

Sometimes funny....mostly a friend....
A supporter in every errand....
A keeper of secrets like no one else would do....
I trust you...I respect you....!

Your tenets....your philosophies....
Form the soul of my idiosyncrasies....
I am your gene....the genius in you....
Every inch, I am your product,its true....

Let me thank you for my life...for my identity....
Let me thank you for your sacrifices plenty...
A “thanks“ is a small word rather....
To justify the real role of a father....!


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The father's skill

The father's skill on how to meet his end,
that's what for sure his children will descend.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


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SWEET OR SALTY

Auspicious was the day
Pleaded he was mother's labour to pay.

Father was going to cook
Handy was the recipe's book.

A surprise that became salty surprised
The meal looked alive but salty spiced.

He ate happily the sweet sorrow
We, happy teeth, sour tongue, earnestly pray for tomorrow.

How could he eat and smile away the salt?
Sweet or salty?  A probe that came to halt.


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Child's Voice

That bottle of booze might be old news
But it never kept you from me

Your addiction switched from alcohol to her
She's tricked you to think I'm an evil little girl

Possessed with her looks and mind
You had no problem leaving my existence behind

Too much for you, shutting the door seemed like the easiest choice
I hope every day for the the rest of your life you hear this child's voice

How does it feel to know you're not there
When you look at her, 
Does she have enough happiness to share
I can't imagine yours is real
So she'd have to have more than enough to steal
For you to get by and fake
Your okay with your choices and your fate





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What Is A Father

F = Friend
A = Advisor
T= Tender
H=Helping Hand
E= Educator
R= Reliable

I think about you every day and miss you when your far away
I pray for your happiness and health
And your love for the family that is your abundance of wealth
It's not the monetary things that you share
But your love and understanding
And that your always there
If I could wish a wish for you
It would be for all of your special dreams to come true


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Dedication to you

My understanding,
Of the value you are worth to me,
In reality, can never be quite justified.
For it is when,
You are of most value,
That I can begin to imagine how your significance stands between us.
Any young infant,
Being nurtured and raised,
Needs the support and guidance one like you provides.
No longer am I of that age however, 
Though for me to be alive and well, 
Have needed your flame,
Your staff,
And of course, your love,
To guide, support and care for me.


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OUR HEAVENLY FATHER

    OUR HEAVENLY FATHER

Our heavenly father please hear our prayer.
We pray each day for you to always be there.

A child of yours needs your healing hands.
Take away his sickness so we'll understand.

For him the love of his family it runs very deep.
Heavenly father please help them not to weep.

He has brothers and sisters,children and a wife.
Please heavenly father give him back his life.

His strength is why they stay so strong.
Taking a father,husband,son,brother would be wrong.

Heavenly father hear what I pray.
Please let our Bunny stay.
                        Teresa Skyles  2012-04-14


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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 !


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Images of that Monday Night

Please take a moment and open your thoughts As you enter my mind to the contests sought To run as brothers one faster than the other Running to catch up to shadow his brother One turns the corner the other behind Just as he turns in your eyes you now find Through me you see a main road just ahead You see your brother, in seconds he's dead Listen to the impact as he is hit by a van Slow motion now shows, as different worlds ran Tyres are screeching, or is it my brother For fifty yards he's been dragged, a young life in smother To reach the opening that your past images have seen A nine year old boy against a modern machine To look through my eyes on that Monday night At seven years old I turned and took fright How I got back to my father I'll never know In monsoon of tears under street light glow To be so young to say your brother is dead For the past forty two years, my dreams I still dread


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Shrouded In Secrecy - The Team

Copyright © 2011 #307
9/Apr/2011  (0110hrs)


Dedicated to all Special Operations' Operatives Worldwide


Teams of Operators prepared for the call
  honed and strong willed standing tall.

Shadows moving fearlessly in distant nights
  these spirits never falter from death’s sight.

Back home, they’re not in headlines
  etched in time behind foreign lines.

Year long deployments, and some dead
  shrouded in secrecy the headlines read.

Seemed forever, did their loved ones wait
  not sure of their Warrior’s return or fate.

Suddenly, from a sleepless night
  shuddering from dream’s fright.

Hearing that doorbell ring
  unsure of what it’ll bring.

One Warrior is finally home
  downrange another gone.

Their Badge of Courage within,
  carried with them until the end.


by: LP
       April 9, 2011


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New Beginning

Introduction: It’s a piece dedicated to the lullaby of a different kind. It’s something which has happened to many out there, but the experience is distinctively significant…


A priceless surprise, silenced all in its tune By a soft heavenly cry, from the delivery room Only a few hours was the night; so young Where for the first time, she opened her eyes, While by her side her dearly loved one For the last time, closed her teary eyes Father held her near and resounded to her cry; But all mother could share was, this lullaby – The long last beep from the ECG Echoed her heartbeat…The last goodbye Happiness and sadness broke through the night With streams of tears for mother’s plight; She never had the chance to hold her close But left precious prayers that never left her side As she came down to their hearts Her soul flew up high apart, The transfer of two lives through one, Their journey was complete and done Caught within that reverie He conveyed the Azaan through her ears, In the wake of such irony He fell down to prostrate in tears When all hopes seemed to end, father’s prayer did transcend O’ Almighty became her closest friend and had for her a Grande plan, Under HIS mercy and HIS guide, she flourished through the darkest nights To a new beginning – she set off to write.


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Unthinkable Fates

I can vividly recall the moment it occurred. 
I can recite in my mind each particular word. 
We were hanging around by the locker room door, 
to congratulate the team for winning once more.
It was a tournament game with a large rowdy crowd. 
The fans had been cheering especially loud. 

Caught up in excitement for a moment or two, 
I reveled in victory with friends that I knew.
Then suddenly I realized my hands dangled free. 
He was no longer there, anywhere I could see. 
I looked all around and called out his name. 
I sternly demanded, “Stop playing this game!”

I searched through the building, raced down the hall. 
I heard no response to my heart-wrenching call. 
I ran through the gym, then out past the gates. 
I fought off the fears of unthinkable fates.
Panic ensued as I questioned everyone. 
“Have you seen my boy? Have you seen my son?” 

I tried to hold back but the thought entered in, 
what if I never get to see him again?
My anguish was causing my body to shake, 
as thoughts turned to desperate measures to take. 
A feeling I’d never confronted before,
I fell to my knees, right there on the floor.

I yelled out, “God please, don’t take him away!” 
Tears filled my eyes as I knelt there to pray. 
That’s when I saw him come running down the hall. 
Every possible emotion, I’d been through them all.
An answer to prayer on his jubilant face. 
He jumped in my arms, a welcomed embrace! 

“Dad, what’s the matter? I said I’d be back.
Grandpa was showing me his new Cadillac.”
I still don’t remember him telling me that. 
But, I’ll never forget what I had to combat. 
The thing that I learned from facing my fear,
was don’t take for granted he’ll always be here.


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Superhero

My muscles ripple
Under tight red shirt
As I saved the cripple
Lying in the dirt

My eagle vision sees all
My ears all to hear
Everyone seems so small
From way way up here

My powers are stupendous
My might so very strong
My impact quote horrendous
Arm of justice very long

And as I touch the small hands
And take him into flight
Over green hills and lands
He dips just like a kite

As he looks into my laser eye
He sees his superhero fly
With him far above the sky
Forever there, forever high

And I the superhero dad
Think of the grandest times we had
When those small eyes looked up to me
To defeat all bad 
And to set him free


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To anyone without a Father

Fathers are the foundation for a child,
Their role is far from mild,

So many children grow up without a dad,
Deep inside it scars them bad,

So many daughters are never raised,
They lacked the encouragement and emotional praise,

Daughters need to be shown how to be treated,
So when they grow up they don’t become defeated,

Son’s need a man to look up to,
Someone to help push them through,

So many sons never learn how,
To stand by a woman and what it means to keep a vow,

Generations repeat when they don’t get to see,
The impact of a father and how positive it should be,

However, there is a Father that won’t go away,
His loves is like the endless sky,
He is the love that will never leave you or tell you a lie,

He will warm you up like the blazing sun,
Protect your life, and he does not need a gun,

He will wipe your tears when you are down,
He will calm your fears when there’s no one to be found,

His mercy is as deep as the ocean,
He will make you smile, while your going through lifes motions,

He will encourage you after you made a mess,
Then turn it around, and give you his best,

He will never leave you nor forsake you,
This kind of father will never break you,

A Father to the fatherless,
A Friend to the lonely,
A Love that’s pure and never phony,

So if you are alone on this Father’s Day,
And you have an earthly dad that caused you disarray,

Look up to the heavens, far past outer space,
And know that there is a Love that no man on this earth can replace.


By: Sabina Nicole


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Why Dogs Bark

	

Why Dogs Bark

 Dora and Gora the twin stood shoulder to shoulder 
Gave blood and sweat for each other .

They worshiped mostly God, their father and mother, 
Bought an acre of land, and ploughed crops to bear . 
They became richer as poor parents grew older , 
Soon got married, brought home new treasure, 
Found no time, they ran after money and butter; 
Enough money why not two mansions for better. 
Named Dora and Gora, parents pushed to corner .

The old hearts shed tear to grow poorer than older 
Two sons claimed to serve them better than better 
The feud separated the love, grew fiercer and faster. 
To take guard of mansions duo, father and mother 
Got separated, forgot man and woman if one lover 
Ribs broken to join two, broke like wooden batter 
Dora fed father, Gora fed mother to make them thinner. 

Fence divides brothers, fence makes good neighbor, 
Between fence Dora and Gora lived like neighbor; 
Treasure neighbor’s envy, women’s pride ever 
Leaves, branches and air denied cross the fence higher 
The ribs creaked, tears hardened like soil in summer 
Cry of the poor was heard no more, died out the lover 
Fence killed brother, fence made neighbor; 
Bought only enemies to save the fence for ever.
 
Fought to divide and own the fence thick layer, 
How can a fence belong to two, a clash turned fiercer, 
Two brothers cut each other’s head in fury and anger 
Devoted wives prayed God and fasted without water. 
God was pleased to grant bliss as supreme savior, 
Said ,’Done’ but done with human life for ever; 
Loved to grant them a new name ‘Dog‘ very clever, 
Dear to ladies, with a bend end to bark at his brother. 


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My dad(14 lines)

my father was never there
he has no love to share

my mother was so strong
teaching me right from wrong

sometimes I sit and cry
asking myself why

he just up and left forever
we didn’t spend a minute together

I still love him to the end
I even wrote a note to send

I hope he read it and learn
that my love is only earned

he will always be my father
even though he didn’t bother


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War-Born Lullaby

I hear a mother softly cry
As she sings a war-born lullaby.

The song of a father who went away,
To give freedom one more day.

He promised that he would return,
Return from watching evil burn.

It was a promise he could not keep,
As now he sleeps an eternal sleep.

He gave his life so his child could see,
A land of freedom and liberty.

His body now rests beneath green grass,
His medals and picture behind clear glass.

His soul, however, is not gone.
His ideas and dreams are carried on.

She sings the song of war’s high cost.
She sings the song of freedom not lost.

She sings of a father’s sacrifice,
For his country and family he gave his life.


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My Knight in shinning Armour

Does he know - he lives forever -  in my dreams?
And that every vision I create - is through his eyes of green.
Does he know - I still walk with him - along the shore of Evermore?
On that path of make-believe - that led me to a castle door
Where as a child I - placed my heart - forever in his hands
And wrote – With all my heart – I love daddy - in the sand. 


In loving memory of my father:   October 29 - 1927- August 11, 2003 


September 12, 2009

4th place in Michael Jordan's contes 'Inside the Heart'


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Enough

Read my son could grow.
With in his soul a hole.
God knows what holed and sunk in me.
Or where's my girl, are we still three?

Sometimes. I fear. We're lost. At sea.
Oh God. Oh please. Just let it be.


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Daddy Please

Why can’t you see?
You love that bottle more than me.

I’m crying out to you!
Do you know what you put me through?

I know why you’re sad.
My brother’s been bad.

You lost him he’s gone.
But I’m still here and you’re doing this all wrong.

Bottle before me, unfair sacrifice.
If you’re not careful you’ll lose twice.


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If I could say it now contest

The day you abruptly went away,
My heart became frozen and my soul grew shades of gray,
My little eyes watched as your cadillac pulled out,
After listening to all those screams and foolish shouts,
The driveway was vacant, the house became dark,
I knew at that moment we would never again go to the park,
When I got home from school you would not be there,
I prayed to God that you would still some how care,
No one explained to me at seven years old,
That I would have to watch so much unfold,
Depression set inside that vacant place,
I no longer had that bright smile on my face,
The tire swing we built together fell apart late that June,
I would now have to learn way too soon,
How to fend for myself and take your place,
I had to fill your empty space,
I tried so hard to be like you,
Even built a tree house in honor of you,
I learned how to fix things around the house,
I even protected mom once from a mouse,
But no matter what I did,
It did not make up for me not allowed to be a kid,
Other kids got to see their dads, even when their parents got divorced,
But that wasn’t the case for me of course,
All I did was think of you, my first love had been devastatingly untrue,
The events that happened after can’t be written in just one poem,
Only God could possible have the right size thread to have sown
The chunks that life took out of me,
All because my daddy never came back to be
What every little girl desires
The protector, provider, the one who inspires
All grown up and it is now bitter sweet
For now I help other little girls whose dads caused them to have years of defeat
 One day when I have my own
I will be able to set the right tone
I will be able to feed my inner child
Embrace her and enjoy what you so freely defiled
We either repeat are parent’s mistakes or do whatever we can to prevent
That generational cycle from becoming like cement
Braking it now and forgiving you
Was the best thing I could ever do
For I harbor no resentment and I have no anger
I just know that not having a father put me in a lot of danger
But I am blessed to have had my heavenly dad
He was the one who was there when I was sad
He was the one who protected me from strife,
The one who taught me how to reverse my life,
I can live free because now I see,
 what you did in the end, hurt you more than it did me.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written 9/6/11


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Father To Son


I am my father,
in little things I see his hand.

A phrase once received,
turned as my own, I now understand.

Rebellion in my youth, I found my path,
my own man, I took a stand.

Only to find, later in life,
my father was always beside me, holding my hand.

(Stoic)


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Quiet and Humble

Cradle the child and hold them tight
Let the future be a bright light
All the entities I will keep you from
All the dangers and all the harm
I hope as you get older that you will see why
Trust in me that the words a parent says to their kids are not a lie


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Biography

I have this desire
To write and inspire.
But would the world open its ears and listen
When most of my life has already been written?
What about my life could possibly be said
To make it worthy of being read?
Sexually abused by a family friend,
These were dark times that seemed to have no end.
Raped and verbally abused,
This was a life I didn’t choose. 
As a third grader I was obsessed with my mortality.
My mother had a severe hoarding tendency. 
My father was physically there, but emotionally absent.
I possessed a strong fear of peer judgment.
Drugs and alcohol littered my street.
Strangers became the only people I’d meet.
 I saw men bleed until their last breath.
I’ve felt the sting of a premature death.
I saw evil on a daily basis. 
I became just a number in a social worker’s cases. 
I feared I’d be called a liar.
It was a constant battle to keep my head held higher.
The stories of my life could fill a book,
But would anyone bother to take a look?


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Sunday and Not One Car

Sunday and Not One Car

Sunday, in the church parking lot was not one car.
The clouds were overcast and heaven seemed so far.

Looking around confused and wondering, dread struck.
Remembering the rapture, fearing the havoc.

I had tried to live rightly for most of my life.
Jesus Christ, accepted, why must I face this strife?

Had I not lived as valiantly as possible?
Had I been too full of anger, shameful, boastful?

Had I been too carnal prideful, forceful, or hurtful?
A quarrelsome loathsome rebel or a rascal,

Not sufficiently humble or remorseful…unrepentant.
A thousand thoughts rambled through my head, unpleasant.

Worst of all, my children beside me in the car,
Had been left behind too, following the wrong star.

We went to church; I tried to set good examples.
All had been left alas, not soaring with angels.

With grayness all around, I asked myself, “Now, what?”
So much goodness gone to drink from the Lord's goblet,

Would we ever see Heavenly Father again?
The balance on earth on that day, tipped toward sin.

Thank God it was not the day of final judgment.
I cried, “Let there still be hope!”  My soul did lament. 

Perhaps, if I had been more reflective before,
Today, I would be with Our Father evermore.

Suddenly, the Holy Spirit came over me.
My confused left-behind self found new energy.

I looked around and found more ways to be helpful.
Forgiving others, I soon became less shameful.

I saw opportunities to show kindnesses.
Sins of omission changed to love, full of actions. 

In this strained and hurtful predicament, I saw.
And when I did, my stone cold heart began to thaw.

Forgive me Lord for not understanding before.
I come, now, with right choices knocking at Thy door.

© August 6, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen


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The Car

Your arm around my throat, Continued to provoke.
Under your sleeve you beat my face,Was strangled by your arm's embrace.

I soon gave up and that was when, you led me to the car,
You bashed my head into the side,then threw the door ajar.

Around my body you had grasped, both my legs and my neck,
Then you threw my weak limp body into the car's back.

As you called my broher out, to help to lock me in,
you forced upon that 12 year old such a filthy sin.

Locking in that dreadful car yourself and my hurt self,
you turned around, continued beating, till I screamed an yelped.

Finally the only thing I knew, just must be done,
I strained to reach and grab my phone, i dialed 911.

He raced us out the neigborhood, to try and get away,
demanding that I give my phone, Dear God, there was no way.

He then pulled out his cell phone, and dialed the same number,
He told them I was killing him, that I would pull him under.

You'd never believe what happened on that dark an dreary day,
Was it I that got in trouble, yes, my father got away.


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Conceived

Eternal Father saw the world 
Depressed with the people He created 

Destroying the world was His plan 
So much sadness with people's sins 

His Son, Jesus Christ stopped Him 
Made a deal 

He will go to earth 
Take over for Him 

Eternal Father agreed 
Looked for a virgin 

Angel Gabrielle saw Mary 
Have found favor with God 

Said she have no husband 
Overshadowed with the Holy Spirit 

She conceived and bear a son 
She was to name Him Jesus 

After she agreed 
The angel departed 


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Letting Go

  

The house is very quiet now, as I move about Without her hugs and giggles, the fire has gone out She was so excited, so I pasted on a smile Inside my heart was breaking, for me a painful trial Wasn't it just yesterday, she was my little girl It seems like but a moment, I've watched her life unfurl Now she is off to college, standing on her own Challenging her new world, while I stay here alone I know that soon she'll come back, but it won't be the same She has become a woman now, and we'll just share a name So I'll wrap myself in memories and wait for the time when I hear her say "hi daddy", and my heart lights up again


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WE CAN BE VICTORIOUS AS CHRIST WAS

Did He die in vain, leaving no visible trace to remember Him by?
Did He fall into Satan's deceitful trap and let him continue to lie?

We can be victorious as Christ was and become immortal, 
let the evildoers destroy themselves with deeds so immoral!

Did His deviate from the holy path and be easily deceived by false glory,
no, He did not give into the Angel of Darkness, but resisted with hostility. 

We can be victorious as Christ was...truly divine and humble,
let others mock us with their irrationality, we will not tremble!

Did He speak against the tyrants of His day, to be praised for being bright?
No, He did not...but with His whip He cleaned a temple so impure and dark!

We can be victorious as Christ and be part of His prophesied kingdom,
and marked by true modesty and humbleness, we'll lose our humanism!

Did He want to die as an impostor to satisfy the ego of a would-be God?
No, He did not seek glorification without merit and be called the Word! 

We can be victorious as Christ was by denouncing all vanity and wickdeness,
not being crucified on Calvary as He was, but be resurrected as Lazarus was!


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A Beautiful Season

As I open my eyes the pain shoots through my head
I swear some times I think I would be better off dead

I love my wife, kids and friends, empty they would be
So I’ll remain that lonesome vessel sailing across the sea

They all know that I gave up, gave up all of my dreams
Those of all the power, glory and living blatantly obscene

I had power on the streets and power up in the pen
Know that I was once proud to be the very breath of sin

What is it like once we start trying so hard to change
Know that every facet of our life we must re-arrange 

One day I started teaching about trying to reach our dreams
You see it is blind people that walk through Demons schemes

Demons schemes are hard to see, do you know the reason why
Just like in a storm the clouds will cover, all the blue up in the sky

Demons schemes are like a dream, offering all the pleasure we may feel
Some days for me to not fall back on them, takes every drop of my will

See every single day that I stay clean and stay true to myself
I gain just a little more insight as to what is truly wealth

Wealth is a frame of mind, offering freedom to our soul
I write my poems because I wish to simply reach that goal

And the one thing that I wish, the one thing that keeps me here
Is because I hope that just one soul won’t go, through all my tears

You see I have tasted emptiness that is as cold as cold as can be
I only hope that one of you will learn, Please don’t end up like me

Today is tomorrows past, so make it last, be all that you can be
Praise the Lord every second and say, I wish to live for thee

Storms will come and they will go nothing ever changes that
Trust in God and know in your heart, his love is where its at

He knows our prayers before there spoken as we kneel to pray
Bound to his will as well as time, if our prayers shall come to bay

I Praise him for the pain I’m in because I know he has a reason
And at the end of all the pain, will come a very beautiful season

Yesterday I overdosed so I figured I should add that information in
To be a true example of right we must include even the accidental sin

I could not believe the words I heard as they said you’ve overdosed
Though the taste of death in my mouth was as familiar as buttered toast

See I have tasted death so many times that it is like a long lost friend
My life is still the same only difference is, the truth I will not bend
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This story is the truth and goes with my blog


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A Dad To Remember

You are a special part of my world
You have been since I was a little girl
You'd pick me up when I would fall
If I needed you, I knew I could call
As I got older and went to high school
I had some rough times, but you kept your cool
You always worked hard to give me the best
You did lots of things with little rest
No matter what, you've always been there
To lend a hand, to show you care
So many times you've gone out of your way
To put a smile on my face and brighten my day
Although you're very far away
I think about you everyday
I've loved you from the very start
You have a special place in my heart
Distance can't break the bond that we share
Not as long as we know that we both care
I wish I could hug you, I really do
I hope you know how much I love you


Copyright © 1997   Shari E Davis


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Take Great Care

Hold your head high my Son
For this cut will heal, what’s done is done

As time follows on you will learn
There is much hurt, but love you’ll yearn

Gifted with the feeling of pain
Cursed by the effect, love will drive you insane

When the time comes, hold her dear
With you by her side, she’ll have nothing to fear

Such a tender heart beating inside you
I just know the skies above will never remain blue

I’ll be there ‘till the day I die
Helping you every step of the way, until you can fly

I will always do what you think is best
Comfort, in the knowledge you can do the rest

Unconditional is the love for my boy
I’ll never break your heart, just like your best toy.

Be the man I know you are
Learn from my mistakes, trust me you’ll go far


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The Making Of Man

First you start with a frame that's wide and sturdy
yet strong enough to bend
then you add a cup of hope and an ounce of pride
and slowly start to blend

then a tear or two must be added
to bind his soul to him
and two cups of love are poured in slowly
to fill his heart within

then a spoonful of courage is added
with a pound of strength to hold in each hand
and a pint of patience to finish
Behold, the making of man


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Where Frozen Embers still Burn

I sat down to see
my past looking at me

My soul had a yearning
for embers still burning

My eyes grew wet
from years of regret

The love that I seek
leaves my heart weak

The father I needed
with pleas left unheeded

Take away the pain
left in his name

Wash away the memory
of the fear he gave to me

Frozen in time
with his horrendous crime


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A Father

“A Father”

How do you explain a father who has a loving heart of a saint?
Always patiently teaching us a good picture we should paint
Knowing from my first breath his love runs through my veins
Showing me with wisdom to rise above of all our pains
With unwavering faith he let me find my way
Keeping me fed and happy and supporting us everyday
Letting me do it my own way he let me play my song
Always seeing the good things in this world we all belong
Always telling us wisely it doesn’t matter what color or creed
Always putting us first and tending to our every need
I feel abundantly blessed having a father such as you
And there will always be a part of you in every good deed I might do

11/24/2011

copyright 2011


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My Magic Butterfly

I was so sad I was about to cry
When she appeared in the corner of my eye
Being carried gracefully by the wind
I believe she wanted to be my friend
She had rainbow wings and big brown eyes
Like silver dollars floating in the sky
There was a reason that I was so sad
I’d lost the most beautiful thing I had
It was more precious than anything
For I’d lost my diamond ring
I had my ring since I was four
But now at 5 I have my ring no more
Dad and I backtracked my steps nice and slow
Searching for my ring both high and low
When the butterfly came floating down
Landing on my ring lying on the ground
I ran and got my ring up off the ground
Right here on my finger it can be found
I thanked Mrs. Butterfly with a smile and a tear
Waving goodbye as she disappeared
Into a rainbow that crossed the sky
My magic ring finding rainbow butterfly


Written by my daughter Michaela and I


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Truth Beats the Lies

Today I pen this poem for all of you
Know in your hearts every word is true

There was once a time that I was insane
Everyone I loved, I caused them pain

Grandparents to my children’s hearts
I honestly tore them all totally apart

Uncles, Aunts, Sisters and Brothers
She hadn’t drown probably my mother

The best of friends and all of my mates
No one was exempt from sharing my hate

My hate was a river that forever poured
My soul was thing that I forever ignored

So why is that not the Michael Jordan of today
One day I ask of the Lord, “Please guide my way”

The road wasn’t easy true change never is
My life was no longer mine I considered it his

And what he ask, what he wanted me to do
Is use myself as an example of how to be true

Being true to myself I quickly learned was the key
I couldn’t anything for you till I was honest with me

And no matter what I do it could never be enough
When it comes to amends I have a lifetime of stuff

But none of that matters it no longer matters at all
I now bow to the Lord but to the world I stand tall

I no longer hold to excuses or offer up alibis
I have learned how to let go of all of the lies

My truth is my shield as I write for the Lord
My heart writes lyrics as my soul plays the chords

I don’t even really know what this poem is about
Sometimes I’m blown away by what comes pouring out

I guess it’s just another way to rise above the sin
For it’s the words I write that teaches me to win

What am I trying to win, I do hope it shows
A little more love in my heart and light in my soul

What this poem is about I have come to realize
No matter how much it hurts the truth beats the lies



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on Prodigal Bay

BBroken in half
the battered moon
hung dejected in the gloom
in the gloom of Prodigal Bay
the ending of a vital day.
The day I found my Father's son
the Golden Boy,the only one
to ever make my father smile
a child of beauty,without guile
  He rocked a crockeyed rocking chair
as if to rock away from there
In his hand,a living thing,a fishing pole,
could almost sing
as he sailed the light line high
between the river and the sky
   He never turned his eyes to mine
just rocked and fished his fishing line
   I told him of our father's plight,
I bade him come with me tonight
to gaze a final time and share
one moment just to say," I care."
  The line zinged out to kiss the tide
across the river's other side
the moonlight sparked the flying tears
along the line,that spanned the years
and we were back there in the past
watching brother at the mast
smiling as he sailed along
singing some old sailor's song
laughing as our mother danced
on the deck,but then she chanced
to catch her ankle in a loop
a rope piled there upon the sloop
she screamed a scream that echoes yet
and now my brother can't forget
he blamed himself for her demise
and could not bear our father's eyes
for he was charged with keeping straight
and neat the deck and now self hate
had kept him here on Prodigal Bay
until our father's dying day
  I knelt beside his crumpled form
I touched his hand so tired and worn
He turned and handed me the line
"Your turn to make the catch this time."
The eddies spiraled without end
the way our mother's love had been
I watched the bobber rise and fall
I tried to comprehend it all
and then the snap!,the pop of line
the slack was gone,the fish was mine!
  I yelped and staggered to my feet
my brother jumped out of his seat
and caught his ankle in the line
I couldn't reach for him in time
He disappeared beneath the creek
my sight grew dim,my legs grew weak
I must have swooned there on the dock
the deja vu,the pain and shock
well anyway my job was done,
I found my father's favorite son!


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Darling

An open street, an empty night, a slight hum of the wind.
Yet darling is cluttered, and jumbled, and feeling fractured deep within.
The eyes gaze with a smile but turn away with a frown
Such an eloquent style as the pedals fall down.
The dance of the piano, and the hand on your cheek.
Such an eerie cold whisper as your hearts feeling bleak
The air fragranced green and gold and the darling off course.
The water is uncalm and the smile is forced.
The skin changes shades and the warm turns to raw.
This most horrifying scene was the darlings last straw.
The tuberose and lillys create a mood ever sweet.
The tires stop turning but darling cant move her feet.
The crowd starts to murmur uneasy and wait for her face.
Its just so topsy turvy she needs out of this place.
She stands for an hour holding red rose in hand.
She throws it in after him, but does not understand.
She feels angels and demons climbing straight up her back.
For a spot on her shoulder and for vision in black.
She screams and she smiles no one knows how she feels.
Poor darling's a mystery but her story is real.
You'd never know it if you saw her, her rays shining bright.
But deep down sweet sweet darling, she has never been alright.


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Beautiful Light

The meaning of love seems so hard to find
How did we all come to be so blind?
The love of the Lord is free to us all
Yet we constantly bang our heads against the wall
There is no great illusion that keeps us so blind
It’s true I want yours but you’re not getting mine
If we follow the mustard and laid open our seed
The Lord will give us all that we need
No need to worry or be full of despair
Just ask of the Lord and he will be there
He died on the cross bearing the burden of sin
Although not a one came from with-in
See there is a divine reason he died on the cross
So all who believe need not be lost
I was broken and lost inside of the pen
With a ocean of pain brewing with-in
I ask of the Lord please come unto me
Right then and there he set me free
Right then and there I started to write
Up from the darkness came a beautiful light


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Fade Away

My Grandfather was a wise old-bird
Used to leave me hanging on every word
As amazing a man as there could ever be
Used to play music with the leaf off a tree
These days as the sun puts and gets me out of bed
I think of a saying he instilled inside my head
“Early to bed and early to rise
Makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise”
He didn’t write it but know this is true
He lived those lines his whole life through
He was tough as leather and strong as steal
An iron man with an iron will
As I look back at what I turned out to be
I think these days he would be proud of me
I loved him more than words could say
As the memories of him start to fade away


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Perfection's reflection

If I could find the rhyme Father  																	 describing how perfect you are           											                                                    	 but you my teacher have taught me                                                                                                								 so I ask the way you would have to be                                         												 for you are the beginning and end 																 Your love is good and transcends                                                                                                                                                                                                          	 even though I was gone for a time 															 welcoming back with open hands so kind                                              												 same loving ones that chastened me sore                             													 showing me that without you I am always poor                                                                                                                                                                                       	 The only one who comprehends the making of a man                                                                                                                                                                                                        	 the claim of the self made man truly only you can                                                                									 for you say the word and it is done                                                           											 for you are perfection Father your son


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It's Your Choice, Not Mine

Certainly, to share is to love, as for love is to share
If truly, you share out of love, then you really care

Easy to understand, and it is not my own command
If, you do not wish to listen, then stop your pretend

Always be there for you, a loyal friend, real and true
Not here to sue you, but, to share with you, my stew

Indeed, you have been told, O, People of this World
Be steadfast and be bold, but still, you are very cold

Ok, you hate without pretend, you suffer till the end
Remember, the One, being sent, he died, for all men

It is your choice, not mine, with me, you will rejoice
If you heeded my voice, you’ll live, without remorse


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Lives With-in

Some things are never as they seem
Have you ever lived a dream?

I lived a nightmare when I was on dope
That led to the pen and a loss of hope

My soul was as dark as could be
Seemingly lost to an endless sea

An endless sea of forgotten ghost
Everyone needs someone they love the most

Just as a child will love their toys
Love puts the home back in the boys

Like it or not your in the same spot
And the love of your homeboys is all you got

Then one day I said a prayer
Asking of God, “Lord are you still there”

Before the last word could be spoken
I feel to my knees all but broken

I felt as warm as the summer sun
As all my sins were undone

The greatest thing I learned in the pen
The spirit of the Lord lives with-in


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Somebody's Daughter

She was a bundle of fear walking down the street
With the memory of yesterday sill fresh in her feet
She remembers her Mother begging her one day
Sweetheart, Please don't let the life carry you away
The whole world awaited so she took a chance
Lost so deeply in the fire of his cold romance
Tonight you'll find her back out on the street
Somebody's daughter is now somebody's meat
Turning tricks for a fix a simple solution
Filling her soul up with pollution
Sometimes in the life miracles are found
As somebody's daughter walks through the town
After walking all night she was tired and sore
As somebody's daughter knocks on the door
Her dad opens the door with the biggest of grins
Wraps her up in his arms and welcomes her in
He promised her later they would talk for awhile
As he tucks her to bed with a big smile
He looked at his baby with a tear in his eye
Went back to his room and proceeded to get high
See for her daddies habit she had to hoe
Thats what addiction does to the soul
Next day she found him dead in his room
Right there beside him, his needle and spoon
Her mother took her home the very next day
No more of her soul will she have to pay
Trading death for freedom a simple solution
As hell gets offered a little more pollution



© 2007 Michael Jordan
All Rights Reserved


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A Book I Read

       

T’was a book I read not long ago,
Told of foreign places and disasters and woes.

Much blood was spilled in those days of old,
It also spoke of riches of silver and gold.

Hardships were many but were a part of life,
And how they survived this life so full of strife.

It told of kings and slaves and ordinary men,
And the way things were a way back then.

It spoke of travel and the way they went,
Then it told of a fathers love and the son he sent.

It told of how the son a carpenter by trade,
Would give his own life for a debt that had to be paid.

A debt that separated man from his father above,
But blood built the bridge so we all now can share His precious sweet love.

The debt has been paid by God’s only Son, 
So we all can receive salvation each and everyone.

So give thanks and praises each and everyday,
Hallelujah to the Lord, thank You my Father for guiding my day!


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Childhood of My Memory, Bethany

Butterflies and flowers danced
     to the happy humming of the breeze;

Even the bumblebee, busy as can be,
     bounced around so beautifully

To the merry-making, swaying green
     grass by the bubbling brook;

Here they seemed to savor the sweetness
     of the serene and the simple;

All these are treasured now
     in the childhood of my memory;

No longer do I see such butterflies,
     flowers, brook and bee,

Yet the humming, dancing and bouncing
     go on when you're with mom and me.


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Father

I’m not a man of my father’s class, stature, personified grace
I am but one, so wishing that, I one day find my place

My father fought in World War Two, with honor, pride and heart
I can’t express the thanks or love for all he did impart

He held within a silent strength, a voice so stern, yet gentle
I can’t truly explain this man without getting sentimental

I hope one day to be half the man that my father lived to be
And carry on his name with pride through all eternity


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I Love These Girls

                             My vice and addiction is not with bookies
                         But my money’s spent on Girl Scout cookies.
                      My daughter she sells them and gives me a wink
                      For she knows I will buy them before I could blink
                   The shortbreads, the caramels, the cinnamon swirls
                    The supporters of my addiction are these little girls


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Fishing with my Pa




The sun squeaks over the horizon,
the night falls and day arises.
And like a young child I was once before
I held my papa's hand and head for the door.

Ready- to grasp the slimy worms 
in the coffee colored dirt that squirms!
Ready- to mounch on beef jerky from a cheap old store
and fish on a lake and reach to the sea floor.

The ripples of the water were like music you could watch
and the tree talked as me and pa took a sip from our scotch
and whistle to the noises in the air
while rocking on the boat to the moment we share.

And over time- the night begins to steal the day,
and the days says good bye- like a person would to god as the prey.
Colors of the sunset were a bit blurry from that scotch-
but being there was fun to watch

all the memories that sooned to fade
of all the best times he and I made
back when I was four, when he taught me how to fish-
as we head for the door, that was something I dearly missed.


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My Oldest Baby

So precious at birth tender and pure
For an aging heart they are the cure
My oldest daughter Sarah Jho
Is such a blessing to my soul
Brutally honest in what she has to say
A wonderful mother in every way
She gave us Joshua my first grandson
What a marvelous thing she has done
Together her and Justin walk through this life
Together forever husband and wife
These days that seems an impossible task
It seems everyone wears some sort of mask
But these two kids were made for each other
He is a good father and her a good mother
I wrote this poem so they would know
They are a blessing to my heart and soul


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Because Of His Love


My life can't be that sore. 
And my trials can't be that bad 
Because with God by my side. 
I can be in the end no matter what glad 
And I want to know God only more. 
And that is all can to this date add. 
God is my Lord and my guide 
And he's the best friend I've ever had. 
When someone rejects me and shuts a door 
God for me will open another one because God is my Dad. 
And even with a broken heart I'll keep my smile and pride 
Because with God's love I can't be for too long mad or sad. 



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Jesus Christ

Jesus Christ to this World came 
To save us just the same 
By God the Father was sent 
And Jesus knew, what that meant! 

But Jesus to His Father still obeyed 
And for us His Precious Blood He's shed! 
He loved us so much just as well 
Even though we all failed and had fell! 

Jesus knows it all and doesn't care 
He loves us just the way we are! 
He was beat-up so bad and crucified 
And for you and me in the Cross He died!


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Sail on

the wharf was teeming
black and white,
the gulls were keening
in their flight
  round and round
the fishing scow
the old man scowled
his heavy brow
  forty years before the mast
and now today would be his last
the smell of fish,the salty air
was in his soul
and now despair
chilled his heart
like winter gales
  he thought about 
the moon on sails
the loved ones left upon
the shore
a hundred times or even more
he thought about his only son
who ran away when he was young
because he swore to never be
another sailor on the sea
the old man dropped the anchor then
and swabbed the decks and set his chin
he took his slicker and his hat
and walked the plank,
imagine that
but then a young voice from the past
hollered out,Ahoy,Avast!
there'll be no mutiny on my ship
I brought some ale 
come have a sip
the old salt turned his weary head
oh son they told me you were dead
I'm not a ghost,it's really me,
let's get this bucket out to sea.
and 'round the world his spirit flew
and came back home to start anew.


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The Many Sides of Me

I have a mind, a body, a sense that I am one
I am a husband and father, but first I was a son
I do have faith, but I question, the many times I’m tried
As, that just goes to prove that I have many sides

I am a worker for a dollar, with hopes to get much more
Truth be known, if I was richer, I’d know not what it’s for
I have a burning passion every morning, noon and night
To express my thoughts poetically, these ideas that I write

I also am a dreamer, allowing my mind to let me play
It helps to break monotony, to make a better day
I teach sixth grade religion, because kids today know not
They have no values, nor morals, truly they know squat

But, if I were to sum it up, this man of whom I speak
I would honestly have to say that I am quite unique
Though I may share some interests, commonalities you’d say
I am just me, with good and bad, I’d choose no other way


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My Heart He Did Sweep

Last night I tried to sleep
but all I could do was weep.

Then someone began to sweep
so nothing would ever seep.

Last night I did weep
because my heart GOD did sweep.

At night I now can sleep
because nothing can ever seep.


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Santa

 

Dad, if you see Santa, please tell him for me
That I've been as good as good can be
I always eat my spinach and peas
And I never forget to say "thanks" and "please"
I work hard in school to get a good grade
And I do extra chores without getting paid
I wipe my feet when I come indoors
So I don't track mud on Mom's clean floors
I brush my teeth and comb my hair
And I don't leave my toys scattered everywhere
I wash the dog and play with the cat
And I let little brother wear my baseball hat
I help you on Saturday when you work in the yard
Wow, this being good is really hard
When it's time for bed, I don't fuss and cry
I just fall asleep to your lullaby
Dad, if I see Santa, I'll tell him for you
That you deserve something nice
Because you've been good too
 
 


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Better Late...........

Slap black diamonds on her wrist
rubies on her floor
she has everything she needs
not working anymore.

she don't need your daily dose
of hard won beggars' love,
she ain't crawlin anymore
her push ain't come to shove

Her Daddy really did come through
and left her all he had
even if it was in death
he turned out not so bad.


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A Father Never There

To my father who was never there,
my earliest memory of you, you said you didn't care.
I was only three and didn't deserve this pain,
It wasn't my choice to be born in vain.
To chose to create three beautiful lives, a mistake?
Your kids went without parents responsibility you should take.
Because it has been yours from the beginning,
Maybe if you were here i would be winning.
Instead of screwing up and doing drugs to cope,
If i had a father I might have had some hope.
Where were you when I was molested,
my life you were never interested.
You've never been there your nothing to me,
a sperm donor is all you'll ever be.