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Dad Sonnet Poems | Sonnet Poems About Dad

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Pappa for Father's Day

This day - a marvelous devotion to my Dad,
who is emissary to the bonds of familial love.
Man who bestowed life upon me, you stand above
any man God created, hero role- you always had. 
Gallant and fair, even when you were mad.
When life got too hard you gave me a shove- 
Now I am a fortuitous woman, ti's you- because of.
Immortally your daughter, for this I am glad.

Protector, mentor - a few ways to define you
What really counts, though, is from the heart,
Copiously you bestow this gift so true-
The whole of your being, faithful you impart
Family matters, and no other- is your world view
Beings intertwined together... Never shall we part.


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FATHER

FATHER
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


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Just one more

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. 




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My Teacher - the Master of simplification

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.

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* The Italian sonnet with abba, abba, cdecde rhymescheme

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Full based on a true event of 1954:
A tribute to my late teacher Shri Damodar Dave of N.D.H.High School, Dwarka,
Gujarat, India.
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Reposted on 912-13
First place win
Contest: Your old favourite poem by Judy Connos
Dr. Ram Mehta,
July 13, 2011

First Place win in:
Contest: "The Right Time" sponsored by Michael J. Falotico


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Grow

On those days that changed your life, the days that we were born
You promised us eternally that you would help us grow
To guide us with your big strong hands, to help us you had sworn
How now, what we would be like, well, that you could not know
 
You tickled us to make us laugh
You held us when we cried
You worked so hard day and night
For your family to provide
 
When we would cry all night long
When we’d break something someway
When we would say “that isn’t fair”
You would say “I love you anyway”
 
Now we are on our own
And we would just like to let you know
That we are who we are today
Because you promised us eternally to help us grow.


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FATHER

     FATHER
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 veebdosa the doylestown poet


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Temporary Home

 
They’ve traveled from one house to another.  
Some may say they’re strong enough to go on 
Without a woman to call their mother. 
Attachment is pointless, soon to be gone.  
 
Another house that will never be home.  
Little children crying themselves to sleep,
wondering where they will be next to roam. 
All they can do is to hope and to weep. 

Will they love me enough now, I wonder.
Shall I go away or shall I stay here?
At night, I can still hear the loud thunder
of his footsteps drawing so very near. 

Though I may never find my one true home,
For love, I’ve found- I’m no longer alone.


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Oh mum don't kill me

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 
worry,
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 
pearl,
they kill girls, demanding dowry, live in a cultural 
whoolpearl,
when women 'll be free in india that's facing degrading 
curl.


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Daddy Lied

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.


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Life of Sickness

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




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