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Fifty-Three Shades Of Grey

in the uncoloured tint of another everyday amongst the spit polished waxed apples tightly packed in burlap bags they walked like minded in their own burly wrap oblivious to the irony to their similarity of the markets round red fruit unaware of the tragedy the horror of events yet to come it will rain metal shrapnel as human minds grasp with the purpose of their existence as in their ignorance they understand their worth as human bombs with a belief the heavens will open the gates with a fanfare and a promised blessing for their divine act of unquestioned belief the clay shaped bricks the black iron metal stairs the drum sound of engines then the lull not after but before before the pulse of the storm the rain of death yet this moment captured this photograph with man and child in hand smells sweet you wonder bemused why? the world travels aimlessly singularly no one nothing in the universe suggests exposes even a hint even a glimpse not a clue that would lead reveal an answer. life in its contradiction like the proverbial apple offers both the miracle the curse.
09/23/2014

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

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Daddy

Daddy

Daddy, why did you go away?
Don't you know I wanted you to stay!

Daddy, when you left mom,
Don't you know you left me too?
Now all I do is cry and cry
--- I want to die!

Daddy, mommy say's it's better this way,
What does she know!
They're not enough band-aids to cover up the blues
Mom's kisses can't heal this kind of pain.

Daddy, I look around 
No one stands in your garage
Daddy, You took every tool
Except the hammer and sitting stool
Daddy, I still miss you 
--- I love you. 
***
Dear Daddy, I'm all grown up now
Haven't seen you since I was 10

Daddy, I sit on your favorite chair,
No longer do I miss the way you caressed my hair.
Daddy, I'm taking the old hammer and this BRAND NEW saw,
It's time to patch all the holes mom punched in the wall 
*The day you walked out on us*
Daddy, don't worry about the times I tripped and fell
Mom found someone to fix  the loose boards,
Got tired of scraping my knees 

Daddy, I finally realized I'm okay,
I agree with mom, it's better this way.

by- Not every dad is great (but step-dad YES!)

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

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Half a heart Pendant

As the music played, daddy and daughter danced.
Tomorrow his little girl would be going away
to chase her dreams - live a life of adventure.
He placed a half heart pendant upon her neck,
told her he loved her and would miss her every day.
With tears in his eyes he waved her goodbye..

His daughter wiped his tears away.
"Remember me with smiles, daddy,
for when two hearts are connected
there is no such thing as goodbye.
We will dance again," she told him

As she travelled upon the mysterious ocean
one fateful night her ship was hit by a storm.
Torrential rain and powerful winds raged
until the ship sank deep into the sea.

On that same night her daddy had a heart attack.
When two hearts are connected each one feels pain.
As he read about the tragic news about no survivors
he wanted to rip his heart out - he had no use for it now.
Even though he was breathing, he had died inside,
lost in a dark abyss of anguish sorrow and pain,
slipping deeper and deeper into depression.
All he had was the other half of her pendant to cherish.

A young girl wakes up from her slumber in hospital
as the doctor informs her she was found on a beach,
but, she struggles to remember anything - amnesia!
Around her neck a pendant reads: daddy's girl.
Although her mind has no recollection - her heart beats faster.
Her soul tries to connect with her nerve system - to remember

Sitting there heartbroken, motionless - but heart beating,
a newsflash about a girl suffering memory loss captures his attention.
To his shock his daughter is on TV with the pendant in her hands.
When two hearts connect, our soul will move heaven and earth
so that two hearts are reunited, especially those bonded by blood. 

8 January 2016
Half Heart contest by Catie Lindsey

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

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The Mirror Of Time

I hold three magic rocks, in my hand. Rolling them over and over and over. Leaving this 
reality behind, far behind I stepped into the magic mirror and there I was back in 1959.  It 
was the same month, November.  I looked around and it was the same as I remember it had 
been then.  Mom looked so young and beautiful and said, "The school bus will be here in a 
few minutes."  I looked at the calendar and saw that it was November 25th, the day before 
Thanksgiving.  I said, "But mom, I haven't been in school in forty years."  I got this strange 
look from her but she didn't say anything.  Walking toward the door I caught a reflection of 
myself in the hall mirror.  I was so young.  My hand immediately went to my face and I 
stopped and stared at myself for a few minutes. I said, "Mom, can I stay home and be with 
you today?"  Again I got that strange look from her, then she smiled and said, "Sure, it's 
your last day before Thanksgiving anyway, why not?"  She and I sit down and talked for 
hours.  Then I said, "Do you mind if we go next door and visit with Maw Maw and Paw Paw?  
I haven't seen them in so long and I've missed them terribly!"  Again another strange look 
from mom. Next door I saw Maw Maw and Paw Paw as they had been in 1959.  I wept and 
they all looked at me so strangely.  I hugged them and kissed them all and we talked for 
hours.  Dad finally came home from work and I ran and hugged him so hard. "Dad why did 
you have to leave us in June?"  Again I got strange looks from everyone.  My tears were 
falling.  I saw Aunt Frances and Uncle Bill who lived beside Maw Maw and Paw Paw. "I've 
missed you both for so long." Strange looks again!  They didn't understand because to them, 
it was just another day in 1959.  The day grew late and I knew my time was soon ending.  I 
got near the magic mirror and mom and dad were standing there so young and healthy. I 
said, "Mom I'll see you on the other side of the mirror, but dad, I'll see you another time, 
another place."  They didn't understand.  I stepped back through and my reflection was as it 
had been before.  Mom was sitting in her chair at age 84.  I said, "Mom, do you remember 
the day before Thanksgiving, 1959, when I stayed home from school and we spent the day 
together?"  She said, "Yes, it was so strange that you could never remember anything about 
it.  It was as though you had amnesia.

Copyright © Marty Owens | Year Posted 2009

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Fallen

You yearned for a son, but could not live up to responsibilities No good advice, just broken promises Abandoned - when I needed you most then died without saying goodbye FALLEN IN 25-30 WORDS - Poetry Contest by Nette Onclaud The Silent One 1 December 2015 The poem is about my father Word count: 29

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015

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I Love You Dad

One of my earliest remembrances in this place; life
Was when I was about three or four years of age
The fear overcoming my heart thinking if ever
I were to be seperated from or lose, my father ?
Within my minds eye I see a small child in spirit
Walking hand and hand with their own beautiful 
Father amid heaven turning back to smile; John
There he goes, my dad and myself left sorting.... 
About this flesh; bittersweet, tides through time 
Which touch every life yet in faith I know that all 
Shall one day be well; as I wave and into the light
Their beauty's go rejoicing a soul; wiping love's tear.






...."John Harrison Sadberry ˜ March 26th, 1939 ˜ Beauty ˜ To, 
December 19th, 2012, &, 'Forevermore ˜ I Love You Dad!'".... *

Copyright © jl sadberry | Year Posted 2012

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Can You Imagine

Can you imagine how it would be?

I remember when I was young.
To dream and wonder what I'd become.
The girls that I liked.
Holiday happiness with joy and delight.
My future in front of me is all I could see.
Can you imagine how it would be?


All the things, I could not wait for.
To be 16, there was nothing I wanted more.
To learn to drive and be my own man.
The time passed so slowly, I could not understand.
It seemed to me that fate was being too mean.
Can you imagine how it would be?


All the things I could do when I turned 21.
I wished for that everyday, I wanted to be on my own.
Having fun and going to the bar.
Being on my own and it seemed so far.
On to college to earn my degree.
Can you imagine how it would be?


Finding a girl so sweet and in Love.
My emotion is high and I'm in search of.
What to do now, I just don't know.
I love her so much, I want to be her hero.
Then comes marriage and our baby you see.
Can you imagine how it would be?


Watching my children grow as they do.
Life has changed and more bills come due.
I've grown up and now have more responsibility.
Life isn't bad at all, just a different party.
Kids move on and far away from me.
Can you imagine how it would be?


I've taught kid all that I can.
Now I can watch my kid become a man.
The days grow longer and the nights are hard.
I can spend my days working in my yard.
Life seems so short and not lonely.
Can you imagine how it would be?


I found happiness in all of my life.
Not just my kid or my loving wife.
With all my work throughout the years.
Through all the good times and the tears.
The most important thing was my family.
Can you imagine how it would be?


I open my eyes to see the bright sky.
My dream has ended and I know just why.
Today is my birthday and I am ten.
It's all a dream thinking back then.
My future is in front of me and that's what I see.
Can you imagine how it would be?



Copyright © Donald Williams | Year Posted 2013

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Coach Dad--Collaboration with Tim Smith

Coach Dad It is a magic time when a child ventures Into the world, spreading wings, Beginning the oft painful process of moving from the nest to the sky. And it is a fragile time, where first experiences Weigh heavily on shaping the direction In which young life begins to move And often whether it moves at all It is a trying time, of fear and nervousness One little step out on their own The start of something bold and beautiful The molding of a young child's eye Much is made of parents and peers, Oft unaddressed is the role of others Teachers and coaches, a collective entity Not dissimilar from fathers and mothers The torch of responsibility being passed If only for a brief moment No more clinging to the safety and comfort of what is already a norm and known Encouragement or unkind words So often a matter of chance and moods Have mighty impacts on growing hearts Precious opportunities to help a growing life Young minds and hearts right on the surface We remember our coaches, good and bad Caring or not, patience or none, The struggles, thin times and thick A team of seven year olds Is not unlike a litter of unruly puppies How will they ever pay attention? Give them a ball, a glove, and a game! Pride, courage, athleticism, self-confidence All showcased for the world to see Taking turns and building bonds Grasping much more than a newfound skill If you can stand to be measured, and fail by that measure, even repeatedly But come back from it, you'll forever have One more vital skill in life’s toolbox One youngster will not win the game alone But the team can, and its joy Is multiplied many times over. All these things and more can be taught. Whether it be on the field or off Teamwork, respect and camaraderie Will forever be entrenched in the mind Of a well instructed boy or girl 5/4/16 © Tom Quigley and Tim Smith

Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016

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Once Upon A Time

This is a poem about the future I'd love to have with the boy of my dreams.
None of this has actually happened yet (besides us falling in love with eachother) but it's how I would like it to happen.

Once upon a time, I became the luckiest girl in the world. I fell in love with a gorgeous boy with blue eyes, and he actually loved me back. He was like my prince, he treated me like his princess and would do anything for me. Today, we're united as King and Queen. It's been years, but walking down the aisle I'm still staring at the cutest, most perfect guy I've ever seen. When our lips finally meet after parting to say "I do", it tastes like Heaven.

Once upon a time, I married a gorgeous boy with blue eyes. And today, I saw those perfect blue eyes light up when he first held our little girl in his arms. She's got her Daddy's blue eyes and just a little bit of her Momma's brown hair. She's going to be spoiled and loved more than possible. She'll know we support her no matter what, and she can tell us everything. It will be perfect.

Once upon a time, one set of blue eyes became two, and we were made into a family. Now, that second pair of blue eyes is walking out the door to college, with a suitcase in one hand and a boy's hand in the other. He better love her and treat her just as well as her Daddy does.

Once upon a time, I fell in love with a gorgeous boy with blue eyes. His hair has dulled and grayed but his eyes are the same, and they've seen a lifetime's worth of happiness and love. My baby had babies with the boy she walked out the door with, and I can tell she loves them as much as we loved her. Now it's her time to live.

Copyright © Megan Devon | Year Posted 2013

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Just speechless

Mom, Dad, How can i describe you? A friend of mine describes his parents as Clueless and lost Another said they are just mean and brat One who never wanted to hurt hers told me hers are Distant and lonely I met one who spoke in my ears That his mom is silly And his dad a drunkard Others call them evil, sinister, diabolical, and grumpy Though most choose to say it softly kind, giving, hardworking but unapproachable But how can I describe you, Mom and dad? Saying you are loving and caring Its an understatement How can i describe you? You teach me right from wrong, You encourage and support me , You laugh with me and wipe my tears away, when i cry Yes you are honest, You are wise, You are respectful, You are intelligent, You are a blessing, So warm, tolerant but patient, But that doesn't satisfy it all You're the reason why I'm so strong, Because you inspire You are the reason why am smart Because you nurture You are the reason why i believe Because you faith-filled When I need you, you're always there I hate defeat because you taught me victory Though today I have a confession to make When it comes to describe who you are to me I am just speechless
Dedicated to my dad and mom James and Cinda Carter Like with every relationship, they have had their highs and lows But no one can rule out that its the best couple i know so far They love God, they love each other and them love me Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A Contest: A poem you have not entered in a contest Poet: Rodgers Roger Carter Date:7/18/2014 Time: 12:00:00 AM

Copyright © Rodgers Roger Muhereza | Year Posted 2014

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In Her Fathers Arms

The evening star glowing in a dust choked sky. A girl stands by a window, with a tear in her eye. She stares at the scene, hardly visible through the grime. She whispers in the wind, “Bring my Dad home this time” She opens the window, and climbs outside, Having a flashlight, in her hand, as her guide. Its glow shows the sides of the street. She’s afraid for what the light will meet Bodies piled everywhere she turns, She wants to go home, and never return. What brought this fate upon her town? All her emotions are stripped and torn down. A frightening sound explodes in her ear. Shadows in the road now appear. She run and hides behind a broken wall Praying to god the rest doesn’t fall. Footsteps coming closer to her She can’t tell who because it’s all a blur She backs away further so not to be seen in light, Quieting her heart pounding from fright. Gun shots and screams fill the air, All these sounds, her ears couldn’t bear. A slight whimper slips from her lips, And over the broken stone she trips. The shadows run closer, showering her heart with fear, She wishes they would just disappear. They pass by her; she fills with delight, She just wants to see her dad tonight. She shines the light, to show her place, And to the shine comes a familiar face. She doesn’t understand who’s to blame Because on the tag shows her father’s name. She holds in her tears and refrains from crying. She falls to the ground where her dad was lying. She lifts his arm and buries her face in his chest. She closes her eyes wanting to forget the rest. The shadows emerge yet she doesn’t see, How close the end for her would be. They look down at her, aim, shoot, and fire. Being with her dad is her only desire. The night had ended causing a little girl harm But she took her last breath, in her father’s arms.

Copyright © Candice Vega | Year Posted 2009

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Torn To Pieces

Fear haunts silent nights
screams of tears or joy
once cherished
stolen away 

Memories washed up
on a sinking ship
watch as it slips
further away

Torn to pieces
once tightly bound
wholesome and strong
ripped away

Pushed out
unearthed and
unable to see
pretty flowers bloom

Fear of being forgotten
tears tear and torture
fruits turned rotten
gone awry 

Words whispered
soothing and true
warming hearts
daddy I love you




Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016

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Phantoms You Have Carried

The clearest blue became mottled with age,
and I only recently began to notice.
Time-soaked eyes, foggy mirror to my own,
reflecting a frail wire, just out of reach.
Leading to a skull-shaped cellar,
therein lay the contents, shadows,
wavering in small glimmers of truth.
Reserved but yearning, they call to me.

Whispers carress my lobes; 
they are phantoms you have carried.
They ride on waves of joy and anguish,
snapshots of my tiny feet trodding down halls,
chasing cats with remote-control race cars.
Then I tumbled over a carpeted ledge
and bent your office-drawer key.
Maybe you'd suspected those young paws
were much stronger than they looked.

As time sped all around me, your atmosphere grew thin,
and labored breathing stole the spark from your limbs.
When cells began to replicate like narcissists in the West,
your hovel became a war zone, and I, a refugee.
You never caught your breath in the wreckage,
and when a second bout of war came, your lungs gave out.
I watched it happen, at a loss.
I remember your mouth agape, eyes glazed, wide,
as, in your final breath, you ran towards something I could not see.

Now, the battleground you once crawled through
has been cleared of every trace, every tuft of dog hair,
and all the shining documentation to prove you were an artist.
And how you were an artist, having sculpted so much of my
lanky willow limbs, my dense, ferocious heart.
I have a case of survivor's guilt.
I am writing every day a mystery, wading through
my own metaphysical mess, only faintly aware of yours,
the stuff that lingers like shadow people,
darting in and out of my peripheral vision.

I only wish they'd speak to me and
divulge what last you saw, or that I could
re-activate your smart phone and read
the very last text message you sent.

Copyright © Kathleen Shay | Year Posted 2014

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After Dad

joyful song filled my heart courtesy of our family’s music man even after mother passed Dad was still strong and healthy lived to a ripe old age giving consent to unplug the respirator three siblings cried together that joyful song Dad’s clarinet and sax now heard only by the angels silence dwells within me now time passes, but the musical void hits hard life has never been the same after Dad after death AD joined the cherub band twinkling with rhythms of Big Band era songs heaven’s stars mark the path to his glory
AD stands for "After Dad"

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011

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The Flame Is Still Burning

Death isn't what you think it is,
At least not when you sit with Death

Death I know. I know because once
I was in the same room with Death

Death isn't horrific, she, he is not a monster,
it was not frightening when I met Death

Death claimed my father when I wasn't there 
but she, he waited for me, the night I met Death

Death took the warm breeze from my father's chest
left him cold to the touch I was there next to Death

Death stole my father's voice left him quiet among the roar
of silent tears. I felt the moisture in the room next to Death

Death left with no more then what filled shallow pockets
graciously bowed on the way out, so I bowed to Death

Death I knew walked out empty handed as he does
my father's life still burning in memories, so I bowed to Death

my father's body was dead in that hospital bed 
but I couldn't help kiss warm my father's flesh
but I couldn't help speaking to him "I love you Dad"

three years passed since that night
my father is still alive in memories bright
he accomplished so much, touched so many
never a time when I needed my Dad
never once was he not there to help

how could you be sad for a man like that

he lives in my heart sheltered there
even when I am long gone he will live
preserved by my children and then theirs

how could you feel sad for a man like that

Always stood a giant in the largest of crowds
He was loved and admired, he never died
He was just needed somewhere else

Death isn't always what you think. he, she came and left
light as a feather I barely felt the presence of Death

Death?
 I've met him, when I meet her again
there will be no fear 
Death! 

It isn't always what you think it is.
When I met Death it was gentle as a lamb.



Maurice Yvonne
09/23/2014
Contest: The Poet III
Sponsor: Gautami Phookan

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

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A Letter To Him

You irritate me.
You touched your daughter.
Actually, you touch not just yours,
but God’s!
You sick and twisted man.

You try your hardest to get it in
But she knows better than to let you.
You detest what a father should be
and act like nothing happens after.
All this, you see, will just past away
is what you say.
But no, Memories last through time.
Who could forget what you did?
You sick and twisted man.

But one thing irritates me the most,
how this has affected her soul,
how this affected her outlook on life.
how this has been embedded in her,
making her feel like  a computer with a virus.
You sick and twisted man.

I want to do bad things to you,
like kill you,
or banish you to hell.
But, I have been taught “we also forgive us who sins against us”.
So I forgive you, and love on you as if you are me.
it is written “Love your neighbor as yourself”
and I will.
You lost and forgiven man.

Copyright © Christian Guild | Year Posted 2013

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My Venerable Dad - memory snippet on Fathers Day

Lucky day!   Father McShane was on the altar.
I knelt in gratitude, in silent applause.

He said mass faster than the lead car in a drag race.  
Hosts flew and before we knew it: “Ite, missa est.” *

The nine a.m. ritual was well worth it on Sundays with daddy.
Out of the mist of sneezy incense, enclosed in glass tabernacles

food for the soul of another kind awaited us at the Brewster bakery.
Father and daughter a spiritual team of confectionary communicants, 

were in search of the one true doughnut, the absolute muffin.
My father kept us ever faithful. 

*Go, the Mass is ended 

©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
June 14, 2012

Copyright © kathryn collins | Year Posted 2012

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Give Me Spring,Don't give me Fall

Do not  slip away.There are still tomorrows to follow
Still stories to tell,Photographs to be taken
More cakes to share,Candles to blow
Walks in the meadows, Strolls along Summer shores.

Hold on , Hold on , Be strong !

Helplessly I turn to God, I Pray to the one...
The one I hug and fight my battles with
The one I love , hate , love ,ignore and adore .
 
' Do not give me chrysanthemums, dear Lord
Nor bless my land with cypress trees
Do not let widow sparrows rest on mother's window sill
Nor let our spirits wear their silent wings.

Don't let me hear the sound of mourning bells
Give him life, and give  me joy
Give him hope, and give me laughter
Give us petals, velveteen petals that keep on blooming
Give me Spring ,Don' t give me Fall.'




Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2016

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A Father Is - for contest

A father is….						
….that grouchy, cursing guy
who just banged his head
on the cabinet door
getting under the sink
to fix a leak

…that “voice” resounding
off the walls
singing – off key,
talking to the dog,
whispering
“I love you’s”
to sleeping children.

…that firm hand
patting you on the back
when deserved,
a bit lower at times
also when deserved.

…he is that “look”
that can inflate,
or deflate, you
amuse and confuse you,
stop you
in your tracks
to ponder – “why”

…he is the ears
that don’t seem
to be listening,
yet hear everything

…the eyes
that don’t seem
to be looking
but see “you”
when you can’t
see yourself

A father is
“that wry smile”
that grin
that says “I love you”
without words.

5/19/2016

submitted to – A Father is…- Poetry Contest
sponsor – Brenda Chiri-Carroll




Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2016

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God is my Dad

I love my God, He is my Dad,
I didn't know Him when I was a lad.
Given a penny to take to church,
Spent the penny left God in the lurch.
Went through life doing no-one ill
Still not doing the Masters will.
Married had kids, all well and good,
Still no church but knowing I should.
Then came trouble, children rebelling,
Bills through the door threats compelling.
Future looks bleak, nowhere to turn,
Heading for hell, I don't want to burn.
Cried out to God, I need your help.
Sorry  for being an irreverent whelp.
God answered my call as only He could,
He said honour me, I said I would.
My life turned around, got better each day,
For the good things in life, I just pray.

© Dave Timperley 2012
 

Copyright © Dave Timperley | Year Posted 2012

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Stoking the Embers Of A Memory

There was something called grief
that scented the smoke
as we circled to warm
our hands and our feet

While a campfire burned
weighted words in the dark
spoke of babes in the woods
who were lost and afraid

Lyrics drifted through trees
like ghost feathers of ash
Dad strumming guitar
long into the night

Sweeping into the pines, 
that wept in the wind
sieved from the stream of a far away land

His song disappeared, of the robins that lay
green strawberry leaves to cover the graves...

Words wandered away, and then our bedtime would come
and the darkness consumed .....a song that is gone
 
Yet, still guiding my dreams of loneliness home
        and stoking the embers of a memory's moon


__________________________
7/26/16
  
Resubmitted for contest sponsored by Laura Loo
(Based on an old folk son, 'Babes In The Woods", my Dad used to sing to me)

My Idiom ---"Stoking the embers of a memory"
Originally written for Idiom Contest. 

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2016

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Year of the Acorn

Year of the Acorn
(For my Father who
has Parkinsons &
Alzheimer's)
22/12/12  21:21
pm

Out on a winter walk
one day
you solemnly put an
acorn into my hand.
Something in my head
whispered
"Keep it safe
and he'll be safe".
I kept it to this
day.

Year one.
One candle on my
cake,
burned into my
mind's eye forever.
You took a
photograph
to keep me in the
picture.

Year four.
My sister arrived in
the world. 
You took me to feed
the swans.
Back home
she greeted us with
screams.
I fled, covering my
ears.

Year thirteen.
Mother told me the
facts of life.
You kept well out of
it.

Year nineteen,
A disco at the end
of a long, quiet
road.
You always drove me
safely there and
back.
You were judge and
jury
of all boyfriends.

Year twenty three.
You gave me away
to the best
boyfriend of all.

A montage of eras
replay in the bright
lens of memory
till the year of the
walk
and the acorn.

And I kept it safe
so you'd be safe,
only now it looks
cracked and old;
not quite like an
acorn

and you are not
quite like you.

Copyright © Sara Louise Russell | Year Posted 2014

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And

~~~ I recall . . . Dad's work shed to this day The scent of wood and dust in the air Cobwebs in corners and crooks Sun flooding in through windows His scarred and scored wooden work table And the countless tin cans of nails and screws And Dad working on a new plan His coffee cup forgotten and ignored And I would bring him flowers Precious dandelions, buttercups and daisies Which he would place in a dirty container of some sort Smiling, he would lift me up to sit beside him We would ponder his scribbled sketches O, the grand ideas he had I still have those doodles and outlines And the lazy afternoon would pass For me and Dad And later we would sit on the rusty porch swing Side by side, just swinging And I would hold his hand so tight Like I never wanted to let it go But, God had a plan Written in the book of destiny And who am I To question what is written by God So, I had to let go But today, I sure am missing Dad ~~~ April 14, 2013 Free Verse Placed First in Poet Destroyers Surprize Contest, 2013 Submitted to #1 Poems Only Contest

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2013

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dads fight

Dad I wish I could make the hurt go away. I wish I could tell you it will be ok. It breaks my heart when I see you now, So weak and vulnerable is not who you are. When you look in the mirror you question everything you see, No longer do you look like dad to me. Your perfect smile is now in disarray Your hearing is slowly starting to fade away. The weight loss is starting to show. With eyes of loneliness and hurt I have only seen you cry once before Nothing prepared me for what I saw. When you broke down by the car, Your witty zip has left your vessel, Your light is slowly burning out. I am sorry for all I did growing up. I know you just wanted the best. I wonder now if I pushed you away, To a place where we are today. As a child you are blinded by the world I never realized God’s love. Please don’t be afraid take God’s hand He will help you win the fight. He will show you the love you need to survive. He will protect you through the night.

Copyright © cory long | Year Posted 2013

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Father's Day 2016

It's Father's Day again,
   but you aren't here.
There's no card to be bought;
   no phone call to be made;
      no visit possible.
I miss you, Dad.

It's been three years since I've heard 
your voice speak my name;
   three years since I've seen your smile;
      three years since I've hugged you tight
      and felt your kiss upon my brow.
I miss you, Dad.

All I have are my memories of you:
   memories of your laughter,
   and your droll sense of humor;
      memories of special times spent together;
         memories of the man I loved
         and knew as "Dad".
But you can't hug a memory.
I miss you, Dad.
Happy Father's Day.


6/18/16

Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2016

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Wisps

"Friend,
Mind wandering through misty woods.
You don't understand your purpose.
Friend,
I knew you too little,
Please do not shed your salty emotions,
Not out of anger, not out of sadness.
Friend,
You now lose your way so easily,
You sink, you burst, you burn inwardly.
You weep from frustrations, 
From the guilt of an honest smile,
From pains, that you forget for a moment,
That come swiftly back to haunt you of your loss.
I understand, dear friend.
You once had a light and the woods seek to snuff it out.
Do not fear, dear friend,
Friend follow me, as I once did you.
Friend, now you see?
Yes, you see,
The little wisps in the fog that guide us home."

~In memory of Bill Hamman, and all else who have suffered the pains of Alzheimer's

Copyright © Lauren Johnson | Year Posted 2013

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I Said Good-bye to Dad Today

                                    <  I walked proudly holding my 
                                      daddy’s big hand. Little steps
                                      hurrying to keep up with his
                                                 confident steps.
                                           I said good-bye today.
                                           Stiff, defiant shoulders
                                       squared against dad’s authority.
                                         I’m almost an adult my every
                                           step announced. I’m ready
                                               to be out on my own.
                                                I said good-by today.
                                          My shoulders sag and groan
                                       beneath the weight of responsibility.
                                         Dad’s voice just a phone call away.
                                           His laughter lifts the weight so I
                                               can laugh one more time.
                                         I said a final good-by to my daddy today.>

Copyright © Kimberly Allard02 | Year Posted 2015

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LITTLE BUTTERFLIES

          Sunrise was a golden coin, tossed carelessly
          Across an azure sky
          Rising in the east, where mountains sat tirelessly
          And where hearts lie
          Butterflies flew from the east, like pieces of torn cloud
          This was natures confetti
          
          It was a perfect day in May, 
          When thoughts were heavy and loud
          And the gusty wind petty 
          Still butterflies danced from the east, 
          From the least to the sweet
          In tiny little pieces
          They flew so  careless and free, 
          At the trump of the gusty wind 
          Like loud thoughts, strewn into pieces
          Thoughts of pent up memory pieces, 
          Thoughts of a day in May, 
          Thoughts of a cold gusty wind,
          Thoughts bereft peace.
          
          For there at the foothills, 
          Of that mountain that sat in the east
          Is a beautiful lea
          Untilled since that day in May, when the sun rose, 
          Like a fiery beast
          On that day, all that was left was a mound
          Maybe a six-by-six was too big for him, 
          But the boy had not been unloved not in the least
          They had found his hands bound
          The boys tiny little pieces, had been found 
          All around the lea.
          
          Where sits that fiery mountain in the east
          And a fathers heart lies
             Inside a six-by-six mound
             In tiny little pieces
          And where the sun rises, 
             And the east wind carries, tiny butterflies so light
          Like tiny torn little pieces
          But not the fathers heart.

Copyright © Marugu MO | Year Posted 2016

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Optimistic gloom

As I assemble and ponder my life,
My childhood and family strife,
The hurt and separation from my future ex-wife.

The sadness and pain without my child,
Continuous battle to gain access not mild.

Difficulties of my own family surfaces,
The loss of loved ones seems merciless,
Friends impending fateful illnesses.

Daily work stresses and disappointment,
Unnecessary human intrusions, not enjoyment.

Rushing around to make other's pleased,
Forgetting myself, my own life needs had ceased.

My beautiful friends and loves left behind,
Incredible creation around us, have I become blind.

As negativity of the mind clears and concludes,
Optimism of all living existence, and actuality,
Depression and sadness disappears to face reality.

My life has changed, and a new life begins,
My contentment overcomes me, new wings,
Bygone has left me, merely thoughts of a learnt past,
Not all bad but worthy too, this will make last.

Special moments, and new love, a novel to make,
My loved ones, daughter, family and friends
Forgive for my gloom, it was a mistake.

Copyright © Mark Paul van der Merwe | Year Posted 2016

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My Heritage

My heritage is a mixture
Of backgrounds.  Let's start on 
My Dad's side of the family.

My Dad's mom is Irish and English.

My Dad's dad is Irish and German.

My Mom's mom is Scottish and Irish.

My Mom's dad is blood Hungarian.

So in other words,
I'm a mutt!  or as others say,
"Heinz 57!"

Copyright © Sarah Cassleman | Year Posted 2013