Arthur Vaso Poet Free verse

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Sometimes the son abandons the father, sometimes the father abandons the sons

Father Arthur

Dear Son
even I am long gone
dead and buried
please son take heed
the good lord will plead
good deeds do matter
sin will land you in the hereafter
down under where the co!cks and roosters crow
now in hell fire's, son, please I wish you not to go
travel light my son, carry a heart of love
beware those, friends that make you less
I am looking up from above
no more disgraces
or shadow traces
chat not with
ham or pork 
in teeth
delusions
I see all
be kind
in the sky

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Joanna Daniel October 22, 2018 at 6:19 AM Very good advice, Arthur:)

Carolyn Devonshire October 19, 2018 at 8:39 AM What wonderful advice your father bestows. My father's name was Arthur and I can hear his voice while reading your beautiful poem. Thank you! Love, Carolyn

Anne-Lise Andresen October 18, 2018 at 1:58 AM - Always: "carry a heart of love" .... well-meaning words from your father, Arthur - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Ralph Sergi October 17, 2018 at 2:34 PM Very touching, Arthur! I remember the Tokens.

Becca Teagan October 17, 2018 at 2:32 PM This is a thought-provoking poem, Arthur. You're very creative.

Charlie Smith October 17, 2018 at 11:48 AM So well done my friend, peace be with you...

Winged Warrior October 17, 2018 at 10:26 AM Well executed my friend...love & light...^WW^

Jan Allison October 17, 2018 at 2:12 AM I'm not a believer (but I do help out at a local church but that doesn't count lol) I see many issues caused by religion. It looks like i'm heading down under but at least I'll be warm:-) My dad trained to be a catholic priest but never took his vows or I wouldn't be here lol:-)hugs Jan xx

Mahtab Bangalee October 16, 2018 at 11:08 PM Evening rosary leads me to nimbus of heavenly holiness and I remember HIS mercy in my soul statue ..../// nice poem

Tim Smith October 16, 2018 at 10:53 PM Don't know how you come up with this... brilliant

Brendan Solomon October 16, 2018 at 10:42 PM The wolf down under eats cocks and roosters for breakfast! Don't get too religious on us here, Great Bear! Just kidding, great poem