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Which love is not a struggle to the mind?
'tis easier to think love glides along,
regardless of a road not there to find,
or never caring what is right or wrong.
One love, of child, a father's steady hand,
protecting innocence, through many years
as if he knew the way, and had it planned,
to heal each mortal wound as it appears.
As if all things begin with his okay,
the good, the joy of life to build upon;
demanding right, and hoping in some way
he's always with you, even when he's gone.
The banged up knee, your losing of a friend,
are yours to feel, but his to comprehend.
© RON WILSON AKA VEE BDOSA
If I could have just one more hour that I could spend with you
I'd tell you how great a father you were to me that's true
I'd thank you for all you've done for me in my whole life
I also thank you for your choice in choosing mom as your wife
I share with you the things that I've done since you've been gone
I'd tell you of my hopes,my dreams, my fears, where I've gone wrong
I'd hold you close and hug you tight as long as I could stand
For that is what I miss the most , I know you'd understand
I ask your opinions on my life and help with what I need
I'd try to get as much as I could before you'd have to leave
I'd beg you to watch over us your children and my mother
You were the glue that held us tight, a family unlike any other
Words could not express the joy to have you back with me
Unless someone had known the man you were for all to see.
The result of my last year high school was out
And was sad, dejected as I got the second top
Losing the scholarship for further study scope
As my dad had no means for college no doubt.
As entered my house, saw my teacher with dad
Both of them chatting laughing in a happy mood
The teacher said, “Get prepared for college soon”
You got the scholarship though you second stand.
After my door opener left, dad told me the story
The teacher knew about the top ranker’s wish
For not going further for the college education.
As a result, the teacher approached the committee.
Proving the teacher is more important than teach
An enemy of simplism but master of simplification.
* The Italian sonnet with abba, abba, cdecde rhymescheme
Full based on a true event of 1954:
A tribute to my late teacher Shri Damodar Dave of N.D.H.High School, Dwarka,
Dr. Ram Mehta,
July 13, 2011
First Place win in:
Contest: "The Right Time" sponsored by Michael J. Falotico
oh mum, don't kill me if you can't afford dowry.
oh mum,don't kill me if you want a boy to birth,
oh mum, throw me alive to live on this earth,
oh mum, don't dig a hole to hide me as indian myth;
oh mum, just educate me then never feel sorry.
i shall serve you as a servant don't feel pain my living,
please ask my brother if he can protect me if dare having.
I can walk on thorns to keep you happy don't cage my
why is Indian culture don't believe that I am also human?
why is security matter for me as a man is nudity fan?
don't afraid from gangs they are coward can't face a girl,
they can't love to daughter and sisters, looking beauty
they kill girls, demanding dowry, live in a cultural
when women 'll be free in india that's facing degrading
Daddy lied to his sweet little girl,
wiping a tear and a golden curl.
"You won't die" he lied, in anguished pain,
Kissing her face again and again.
"Don't Cry Daddy, it will be okay"
She said. "Just hold my hand and pray"
Daddy saw the doctor shake his head "No".
Then, he knew it was her time to go.
She loved him with a weak final smile,
"Lay in bed with me a little while."
He climbed in bed and held her tight,
praying hard to save her precious life.
Soon she fell into lasting sleep,
leaving behind the world to weep.
A normal old sonnet, for the beautiful lies contest.
I played catch with my dad once in my life
I was very young playing catch with Dad
they were laughing at me dad and his wife
Dad’s drinking did get mother very mad
after the divorce dad was remarried
he lived in different places down south
Mother wanted those memories buried
Mother did yell and shout with her loud mouth
growing up I did learn sports on my own
living with my sister and my mother
fortunately Bonnie and I have grown
today Bonnie hates her little brother
actually Alanon helped me out
I learn of alcoholism without doubt
A sonnet to a faded little rose,
Could never hope to tell you how I feel.
The things you gave up just for me do show,
That parental love is your only seal.
Since birth you've been near just to protect me,
And help me up each time that I would fall,
And guide me with a hand on which I'd lean,
Depending as I start down lifes vast hall.
When I have gone from your home to my own,
To rear my family as you did rear me.
I only hope that God will help me know,
The joy and sorrows, that I once caused thee.
My love for you is as endless as time itself,
And deeper than the oceans deepest cove.
I have spent many hours reflecting on my dad's last earthly days.
How he stared silently at the room's far corner, in another place.
At times, many visitors filled his crowded hospital room.
But my father's eyes were transfixed, his face peacefully consumed.
Though he could not speak, I questioned his mesmerizing vision.
As I held his hand I knew the answer, God had made His decision.
Angels had come for my dad as he quietly faded in that bed.
His time of peace had come, but it was the moment I had dread.
I wanted Dad to stay with me just one more minute, hour, day.
But summer, his favorite season, had come, the time for me to find a way
to let him go, Jesus was calling; so I kissed him goodbye through tears.
As he took his final breath, a peaceful calm washed over my fears.
I stared off into the distance, imagining beautiful angel wings of love,
embracing my dad, then flying him to the eternal summer of Heaven above.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 19, 2012
First place in Touched by an Angel contest (Gail Doyle)
Eighth place in Emotional Poem Contest (PD)
Quite far away under a plot of ground
Some old, decaying bones can there be found--
That’s all that’s left except the memories.
The days are lonely now since I don’t hear
From this departed one so close and dear,
And yet somehow I know that now he sees
His son, now trying very hard to say
Some words about his dad who’s passed away
By using now this way of eulogies:
The poems of him and his life that I write.
If I could have it closer, then I might
Go to the plot where now his body lies
And think about the day when soon we’ll be
United once again eternally
When we meet face to face up in the skies.
Yet herein lies the hope and truth I’ve found:
He really does not lie there in the ground,
And when I think of that I realize
That Dad now waits for me at heaven’s gate,
And miles of ground and earth don’t separate.
'Quit! Give Up! You Are Beaten'
They Shout At Me And Plead
'There's Just Too Much Against You Now'
This Time You Cant Succeed'
And As I Start To Hang My Head
In Front Of Failure's Face
My Downward Fall Is Broken By
The Memory Of That Skating Race!
And Hope Refills My Weekend Will,
As I Recall That Scene,
For Just The Thought Of That Short Race,
Re-Energied My Being
They All Line Up So Full Of Hope,
Each Thought To Win That Race,
Or Tie For First, Or If Not That
Atleast Take Second Place
And Fathers Watched From Off Side
Each Cheering For His Son,
And Each Boy Helped To Show His Dad,
That He Would Be The One
The Whistle Blew And Off They Went,
Young Hearts And Hope Afire.
To Win And Be The Hero There,
Was Each Boy's Desire.
And One Boy In Particular,
Whose Dad Was In Crowd,
Was Running Near The Lead And Thought
'My Dad Will Be So Proud! '
But As He Speeded Down The Field,
Across A Shallow Dip,
The Little Boy Who Thought To Win,
Lost His Step And Slipped.
So Down He Fell And With Him His Hope,
He Couldn't Win It Now,
Embrassed, Sad, He Only Wished,
To Disappear Some How.
But As He Fell His Dad Stood Up,
And Showed His Anxious Face,
Which To The Boy So Clearly Said,
'Get Up And Win The Race! '
He Quickly Rose No Damage Done,
Behind A Bit, That's All-
And Ran With All His Mind And Might,
To Make Up For His Fall.
So Anxious To Restore Himself,
To Catch Up And To Win,
His Mind Went Faster Than His Legs,
He Slipped And Fell Again.
He Wished Then He Had Quit Before,
With Only One Disgrace.
I'm Hopeless As A Runner Now,
I Shouldn't Try To Race.
But In The Laughing Crowd He Searched,
And Found His Father's Face,
That Steady Look, He Said Again,
'Get Up And Win The Race! '
Exerting Everything He Had,
He Gained Yards Eight To Ten,
But Trying So Hard To Catch The Lead,
He Slipped And Fell Again.
'Get Up.', An Echo Sounded Low.
'Get Up And Take Your Place'
You Were Not Meant For Failure Here.
'Get Up And Win The Race! '
They Cheered The Winning Runner,
As He Crossed Line First Place,
Head High And Proud And Happy
No Falling No Disgrace.
But When The Fallen Youngster,
Crossed The Line Last Place,
The Crowd Gave Him The Greater Cheer
For Finishing The Race.
And To His Dad He Sadly Say,
'I Did Not Do Too Well'
'To Me You Won', His Father Said
'You Rose Each Time You Fell'.
For All Of Life Is Like That Race,
With Ups And Downs And All,
And All Of You Have To Do To Win,
Is Rise Each Time, You Fall.