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Details | Elegy |

I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help






Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013


Details | Free verse |

BACK WHEN I WAS A CHILD

The song that moves and
 touches my heart is dance 
with my father again.
Because I will never forget 
the man my father was.
Back when I was a child 
I longed to be in his 
presence.
He had a larger than life
personality. 
His nieces and nephews
looked at him as a father.
“Oh lord I’m dying to dance 
with my father again”.
Everytime I hear the song I 
begin to cry.
I long for his hug
I long to hear his voice
“Oh lord I’m dying to dance
 with my father
again”
“ Oh lord we’re all dying
 to dance with my father 
again”.

4-4-17
Alexis Y
Inspired by my favorite song
Dance With Father Again
Written by Richard Marx And
Luther Vandross
https://youtu.be/wmDxJrggie8

Copyright © Alexis Y. | Year Posted 2017

Details | Epic |

We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013


Details | Ballad |

My Father, My Hero

He was my hero when I was a child, 
His way with words were never harsh, always mild. 

He taught me how to live and have a pure heart, 
This he showed me from the very start. 

I felt he was too easy because he never took a stand, 
But as I grew older, I realized that's what he planned. 

He needed to be caring and the parent that would listen, 
Each time I spoke to him, his eyes would always glisten. 

Now that I am a mother and have a daughter myself, 
I learned from him how to make her feel special, never just on the shelf. 

He showed me how to be very good hearted sometimes, too much, 
But it helped me to keep my loved ones close in my clutch.

Each day that passes I realize what he helped me become, 
I'll always be full of love and emotions, never numb. 

My hero is my father but he passed away, 
I will always love you and I miss you everyday.

Copyright © Debra Baviello | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

The Old Salt

The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.

A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass.

When patriotism was not just a word
but,
by what men lived and judged the worth of each, 
a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend. 

An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station, 
and begins anew in the heavenly fleet. 

Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour,
we salute you.

What greater honor, that when a man moves forward, 
he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was. 

A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior, 
the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood
and men were made of steel.

The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now. 

Those of us who remain behind,
remember, and will continue to remember, 
because he now resides forever in our hearts.

As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt,
a beret draped just above the eye, 
as he draws upon his pipe, 
quietly he waits.
The guardian of heaven’s gate.


Copyright © Mac McGovern | Year Posted 2010

Details | Lyric |

Daddy's Song

Time has passed by so quickly
You’ve been gone 2 yrs today
I never knew something could hurt so much
The wound from losing you hasn’t even begun to heal
It’s still fresh and split wide open 
Daddy, how do we do this?

I still buy your candy
Candy I’ll never eat again
I just give it away days later
It's just something that I gotta do

Oh Daddy, what are we supposed to do
Without you here with us
It’s so hard to believe
You were here and now you’re gone
What are we gonna do

Daddy, How will we find our place in this world, now
When you and Mom are all we’ve ever known.
I wish I could wake up from this nightmare
And you’d still be here

Oh Daddy, what are we supposed to do
Without you here with us
It’s so hard to believe
You were here and now you’re gone
What are we gonna do

I hope you can't hear me
When I cry out to Heaven to get me through Hell
I don't want you to be sad
None of this is your fault

How are we supposed 
To fill this empty space
Nothing can replace 
The life we made with you
I wouldn't let it even try

Those old wore out flannel shirts you loved so much
Gets me through nights
When nights get tough
They make me feel so close to you
Daddy what are we supposed to do

You've missed so much
Your first grandson has a daughter now
She's beautiful, Daddy
She looks so much like you
Your second grandson
Your name sake, Graduated 8th grade
What I wouldn’t give to have seen your face
When you heard his name called
Your granddaughter, your Tator-head got glasses
She loves them, unlike the rest of us
How are we supposed to do this without you here
What are we gonna to do

Time has passed by so quickly
You’ve been gone 2 yrs today
I never knew something could hurt so much.

What are we supposed to do now
We miss you Daddy
   

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

50 Years-Korean War

Published by Poetry Explosion of PA
In Loving Memory of my Dad, Peter J. Mariotti
He left this world on May 9, 2011.  I miss him so.



50 Years-Korean War



		Dad, you were one of the foot soldiers,
		When the Korean War began,
		You were among the many to fight
		In this foreign land,

		You went bravely into battle,
		Because our country told you to go,
		You didn’t ask any questions
		You just went to fight the foe,

		North Korea was Communist,
		South Korea was not,
		The country had been split
		After World War II,
		Now American boys were fighting
		On Korean soil,
		The South Koreans needed help from
		The Red, White and Blue

		Dad, you were a hero,
		You served our country well,
		Now after 50 years
		You finally were able to tell,
		The story of your war
		And the misery you saw,
		The Korean War had been forgotten
		But now at long last,
		It will be remembered,
		As an important part of our past.

		Love always

		Celine Rose Mariotti

Copyright © Celine Rose Mariotti | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Daddy, tell me why

Daddy,
Can you look me in the eye?
Tell me, am I no longer beautiful?
Daddy, can you tell me why?
Why did those men hurt me?

Daddy,
Can you no longer look at me,
Without seeing the scars?
Daddy, can you tell me why?
Why are you behind bars?

Daddy,
Can you no longer love me?
Am I a broken toy to you?
Daddy, can you tell me why?
Why did it break you too?

Daddy,
Can you no longer hug me?
Are you afraid I'll be afraid?
Daddy, can you tell me why?
Why won't it heal with a band-aid?

Daddy,
Can you look me in the eye?
And not see those men but me?
Daddy, can you tell me why?
Why are you not here?

Daddy,
Can you believe my words?
You didn't fail as a father.
Daddy, let me tell you why.
Because I am your daughter.

We both survived.

Copyright © Lilly D. | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |

Missing You

Missing you is like feelings of thee morning dew. The very first time I glanced at you, something like a widow a woman that husband has died. Wishing we had just a little more time. Wishful thinking believing everything you ever said was true shows how bad I want to be with you. Reminiscing over here dwelling on the past, indicating a desire of admiration I grasp. Adoration and appreciation is what I feel for you, longing suffering missing and enduring the lost just to speak to you. From morning till midnight, sunset to sunrise moving into the afternoon time I’m missing you. Arousing emotional response in motion missing you is my religion. My system of belief, therefor you’re an apostle sent by Christ making me a flock of one in your missionary. Leaving me with anxiety and tension I stay missing. Impatient for your fulfillment, missing you is an addiction and psychological dependence. Needing to see you even for a minute, in a recession I remain unchanged retain missing you.

Copyright © twanna Irisha | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

What We Didn't Know

I know you held me the day I was born and thought how beautiful and she’s all mine
You swore to protect me with your own life and watch me grow with time.
What we didn’t know was that you would be snatched away like a leaf blowing in the wind.
What we didn’t know was that we would never see you again
All things happen for a reason yes this we know. 
But we still ask why sometimes because we can’t let go
When you love someone and their taken and you can’t say goodbye
All we have are memories and nothing left to do but cry 
We cry because we are sad we cry because we are mad
We cry because everyone else has one but we lost our dad
Your birthday comes we place flowers on your grave
Father’s day follow and we place flowers on your grave
The same routine just a different day or year 
But we rather have you daddy standing right here
No matter how much I need you now, Heaven needed you more.
Heaven was needing a hero someone so brave and so true
Heaven needed a hero...God wasted no time choosing you.

Copyright © Alberta Richardson | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

My Roaring T-rex

MY ROARING T-REX

A vicious angry growl
The pounding of feet on the ground
The sound of munching but in scowl
Looking for bigger bite and cast around

Hiding for awhile and suddenly showed
In the webcam, he grinned broadly
Making way to show his world
Just for playful fun and talk fondly

Come out, come out my roaring T-rex
Come out, come out show me your reflex
I am in the mood to run and be chased
And caught in my little son’s embraced

You are my roaring T-rex in the chat room
Roaring is your way to make me smile
It’s always perfect and laughter in boom
A moment I would always want to reconcile

31 October 2014

Copyright © Noel Villarosa | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |

I Am Missing You Dad

Give me a call, Dad, just pick up the phone
Give me a call, Dad, I’m so all alone;
Mom’s trying hard she’s doing her best
We need your help, Dad, we’re living on less.

Mom said she loved you, she loved you a lot
But you soon left after you got what you got;
Well I’m here, Dad, and I am looking like you
Help us out, Dad, just do what you can do.

I wish you were here, Dad, to take me to the park
To keep us safe when the days go dark;
We need your help, Dad, things are getting real bad
The rent man came and took all that Mom had.

I’m getting older, Dad, my birthdays come and go
Sometimes I wonder if the date you even know;
Surprise me, Dad, don’t allow me to fall
Make me believe I wasn’t just a booty call.

My friend at school, he raves about his Dad
I listen to him and it kind of makes me sad;
I need you here, Dad, to teach me all you can
About the things I need to do to make me a man.

I am graduating, Dad, and I wish you were here
Mom’s real proud, I saw her shed a tear;
You’d be proud, Dad, of the things I’ve done
It should have been two but I just had one.

Dad, I am all grown up but I am still missing you
I promised my son what you did I wouldn’t do;
He’ll have the life that I wish that I had
I’m going to be there; I am going to be his Dad.

© 2016 Donovan T. Turnquest

Copyright © Donovan Turnquest | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Dear Daughter,

If you are reading this,
I want you to know 
How you changed my life
How you lighten up my world
with your beautiful hazel eyes.
Your footprints on the cement
Your cute clever smile
And the way you used to ask me
to make your project files.

I still remember,
You used to gift me purple Orchids
Because it was your favorite.
You loved to see how a bird made her nest
My girl, you were really the best. 

And then suddenly, everything changed. 
Never did I imagine,
That my daughter had to face this.
You stopped going to parties
You stopped doing hangouts. 
Medicines, chemo and you started
SCREAMING so loud. 
You loved me very much
But you stopped showing it. 
You cared for me very much
But you stopped showing it.

And finally, one day, 
You left me.
You went to some other beautiful world. 
You left me alone, heartbroken 
You left with all the moments
We had together. 
I want you to see that,

I STILL REMEMBER
your painted face,
Your deepest secrets
Your favourite place,
And all your regrets.

DEAR DAUGTHER,
I am always so sad.
Because there is nobody to say
"I LOVE YOU TOO DAD"
.
.


This is written from a father's point of view. 
I am not sharing my experience here. 

Copyright © Aarushi pandey | Year Posted 2017

Details | Narrative |

How Hard Could it Be Part 1

How hard could it be to take my first step?

“Come to mommy, you can do it.”

“Oh you're home. Hon, look at him go.”

As I take another step, he picks me up.

He hugs me tight but gently and kisses me on the cheek.

I feel so safe, loved and happy. Perhaps that's how it was.

(I really don't remember back that far.)


How hard could it be, my first day at school.

My mom meets me at the front door of the building,

hugs me and says, “How was your first day? Did you have fun today?”

He comes home after a hard day at work and mom says,

“Hi Hon, it was Den’s first day of school.”

He picks me up in his strong arms and says,

“I knew you could do it.” A hug and a kiss on the cheek.


How hard could it be to learn how to drive a car or a truck?

“Den, come with me. Let's take a short ride down the road.”

We both climb up into Dad's blue 1955 Chevy pickup.

He stops on the back road, gets out, comes around and says, “Scoot over. It's

your turn.”

I start the engine, push in the clutch, shift and we start out slowly.

I'm nervous, I speed up, clutch in, shift again.

Oh crap, I shifted into reverse, truck stopped abruptly and backfired.

Dad looks at me, “But you did it.“ He hugs me, a kiss on the cheek.


How hard could it be to go away to college?

I'm so glad she has a phone so I can call my mom and dad.

“Hi Den, how are things going? You've got a B average.

That's great. I knew you could do it. I love you, see you soon.”

“You met a girl? What's her name? Wow, see you soon. I love you”

“You want to marry her? Big step; in Holland? Okay, we love you.”

How hard could it be to have a family?

“Oh, it's a girl. Mireille, that's a nice name.” He hugs me, kiss on the cheek.

“Another girl, Michelle, that's a nice name too.” He hugs me, kiss on the cheek.

“You finally had a boy, Michael, good choice.” Hug and a kiss.

Birthdays, holidays, weekends, visits back and forth, phone calls.

He loves them all, unconditionally. Hugs and kisses all around.


How hard could it be as life goes on?

He watches them grow up, get married and have children.

He loves them all, unconditionally, hugs and kisses all around.

We take short trips and mom and Dad go with us now and then.

We go camping and mom and Dad visit us now and then.

Every time you left, hugs and kisses all around. Always, “See you soon.”

Copyright © DENNIS DE ROSE | Year Posted 2013

Details | Blank verse |

Hopes and Dreams

Hopes and dreams laid aside
Gifts unopened, tears undried
A life of promise, so much to fill
How could this be my God’s will?

So much unsaid, so much love to give
From us both if you had lived
Talks and advice I would love to share
Of things on which we both did care

Life and love, all things to attend
Baseball, music, being with friends
So many things that you could be
My life I would give for you to see

My greatest fear was to lose my son
Now I’ve lost him my fear has gone
There’s nothing left for me to fear
I’ve lost the one I held so dear

The worst is over, the horror is past
The thing I feared most has happened at last
No more do I worry…no more do I care
Nothing can hurt when a heart isn’t there

I’ve been through hell and survived somehow
Nothing else can touch me now
There’s nothing to fear of life to come
I lost it all when I lost my son

Copyright © Wade Greenlee | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

God Saw My Distress and Healed Me part 4

This question drives me up and down the walls
I know for certain that God has answered my calls
I can’t hang up on Him…He’s so brilliant
And I’m so little compared to Him…
Maybe I’m little in size and very insignificant compared to the most High
He gives me quite a natural high
He brings me back home and kisses me good night
Without His love, I’d be lost like a sheep losing his shepherd
I feel like I’m separated to God
As if God and I are on both sides of the coin…
Our oceans don’t collide with each other,
But He does make huge tidal waves…
And I make baby waves that swerve up and down
Like a wave’s movement, my life seems to have its low points and high points
But, when I build enough energy, I glide higher than the clouds
Though, unfortunately, I’ve only been dreaming this
Then, I collapse into the sand...my face rubs against it and I have scrapes all over
Sand and water do mix well, but afterwards, the sea shore’s weight will pile up on the bottom of the ocean floor
I can’t imagine how many grains of sand there are on Earth
There are countless amounts of ants on Earth as well
Trillions and trillions of them are in existence
It’s amazing how plants take in Carbon Dioxide
And we breathe in oxygen…
God is a fantastic creator and He did carve His creations pretty well
God saw my distress and He healed me
When I think about Him, I’m speechless and can’t say much
He’s made out of love and He bubbles me up with excitement
I haven’t given Him the credit of working miracles in my life…
But, I don’t want to divorce God…I must propose to Him like a wife
Does to her husband…I want to submit to Him
He made the sunset, the moon and stars
Look! He even made the planets and He healed our scars
He made the flowers, the roses and the creeping bugs
Look! He even made leaves for our eyes to see…
He made the change of seasons
God saw my distress and healed me
God made the wild cats, bears, reptiles
He made us have a brain that is as neat as black and white tiles
God healed me…and I’m simply glad He did so
God wiped out my distress…and He simply dressed me with happiness and He’s in high spirits to see me grow

 ~ Inspired by the band of Evanescence’s song: Never Go Back 
~ God inspired me to write this poem…

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Abecedarian |

YOU

Breaking loose the clutter bugs eating the human race...
A child is seen beyond his time, I smile my warm embrace.
There’s no surprise your blending all your dreams on end,
A decade passes boy to man, ten years plus ten... and then 
Watching you from my blind spot, I smile again... and again.

Copyright © Dennis Broe-Ward | Year Posted 2014

Details | Elegy |

A Year Ago

A year ago we said Goodbye with tears in our eyes.
So many things I miss about you mostly what you would say or do.
You lived life the best you could and always tried to do good.
The little Irish girl still thinks about you, she lost her Dad that day too.
I hope you are at peace in Heaven above and surrounded by God’s love.
A sad day in my life but what could I do,
Dad I will always miss you.
JSergi

In Memory of my Dad
12/21/29 -05/20/2015 

Copyright © Joseph Sergi | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |

Melancholy Memory

It was a Friday…
not eerie nor frightful,
no ominous warning,
just tick-tock…

The scars you left in
our impaled minds shown while
the wings of the angels
carried you.

Swiftly you were gone
and took all joy along.
In death, in forever,
in the grave.

Scarce grace lent to you.
Although horrid the race,
you shamelessly ran to
Paradise.

Words can’t express life
taken untimely but,
"Father and husband." carved
in tombstone.

Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |

cyber brain washed

our children
nor theirs
no longer write
or call---visit---
and “you got mail”
is a several days old
echo---
“#ILU”
is a faceless note
left somewhere
in the book of computers
hanging out with skype dust:

hey!  can’t a brother---father
and sister---mother just get
an old fashion physical hug;
or would that be vocally
asking too much?
 

Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Something Precious Was Lost

Something so precious was lost
Where to look, where to start
Oh God, what could I have done
To lose the beat of my heart

Over a year now it was stolen
So coldy ripped from my chest
The moment my child was taken
My only son laid to rest

Nothing I do will replace you
No more chances to show you I care
Our home now holds only memories
Where once it held the love we’d share

I thought that time would dull this pain
But tears of agony still fall each day
A slow warm stream of salty flow
For you were stolen away

Your room is now my sanctuary
Your grave my place of healing
In love’s casket your last journey
In darkness no more hope or feeling

I go every day to your resting place
Underneath the tree where you lie
In reverance I kneel beside you
And say these words as I cry

I will love you, son, forever
I know your life has started anew
But why did you have to leave me
When I hadn’t stopped loving you

Copyright © Wade Greenlee | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Still Missing You


Days keep going by

And I don't even try,

To hold back any tears

It feels like sharp spears,

Stabbing deep in my heart

There is no stopping them once they start,

I have learned this pain is endless

It's a void I can never fill leaves me defenseless,

So each day I pretend you are gone on a trip

Then reality takes over and I see the movie clip,

Of the night God came and took you

It is a constant scene in my mind and I know it's true,

I struggle everyday due to missing you so much

What I would give just to feel your touch.


Written By: Unique Poetry 1-4-2016

Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ballad |

At Tea Time

For the daughter I love and miss.

There’s a change that’s like a season that I’ve noticed in the air
I couldn’t tell what niggled me but now I have to share,
I feel it in the morning when I rise to make the tea
And waiting for the kettle, set the cups for Mum and me.
Ollie’s wants his bucket, and Roddy’s fast asleep
But I don’t take down the “ducky cup”, the special one we keep.

It’s really at the week end in a moment of spare time
When I’m sipping on a cuppa that my heart begins to pine,
I might glance through the kitchen door and out towards the lawn
And I see amongst the imagery a big red heart shaped form,
And youngsters having cups of tea all wearing pretty clothes
High heeled and tripping ’cross the grass on their tippy toes.

I look back through the living room to the corner where
Her brother plinks the ivories of our old piano there,
He really makes an effort to knock his score into shape
And I think of the impression that her Chopin pieces make.
She’s off at school a playing in some piano cell maybe
So no pretty ballerina girls’ll pop by today for tea.

It’s warm, the sun is shining, and Spring’ll come ere long
The buds are sprouting on the trees and birds all sing a song,
But I see a flash of sunlight that would set her hair afire
She’s off at Hillsdale far away a singing in their choir.
And I have that changing feeling and I ponder on it long,
Well I guess I’m trying to say I really miss her while she’s gone.

Mother’s made the cornbread she serves with soup today
It tasted just delicious as usual I must say,
It didn’t have agave in it like she used to bake
’Specially without sugar, which our daughter did not take
I’d told myself I shouldn’t mind, I’d take it in my stride,
But thinking of it I admit I sort of ache inside.

I think about the way she hugs me, head against my chin,
And know it won’t be very long before she’s back again.
Till then no one rides her bike that’s pink and gathering dust
We seldom drive that old blue car that might be turning rust.
It sits beneath the ’simmon tree and there it will remain
Like all of us just waiting until she’s home again.



We drink tea in our house, and I am often the “Chai Wallah”, the one who makes the tea. I make sure every one gets their own special cup. But now that my daughter is away at university I get to thinking about her and miss her.

Now that you have got this far, leave a message and be a star!
Thank you

Copyright © Neil McLeod | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

But, I See You

But, I see you
In your jeans and flannel shirt outside on the drive way
But, I see you
Waiting on us girls and just smiling and wanting to say,
But, I see you
How we doing and giving all of us a kiss and a hug
But, I see you
With your navy cap on your head as you gave it a tug,
But, I see you
Cleaning the pool that you were so proud of due to the way it was clean
But, I see you
And how much pride you had in all you did and all of us kids seen,
But, I see you
All the things you did or said is now like a video recorder in my mind
But, I see you
You are missed in so many ways and I pray to God that one day I will find,
But, I see you
That not seeing and hearing you anymore is not the end
But, I see you
Knowing one day we will meet again lets me know it is not pretend. 

Written By: Unique Poetry 2015

Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |

My Moon

Do you have to leave so soon?
Her smile gives my heart a tune
I can't regret, I won't forget, you are
My moon

Luminescent and oh so bright
Reminders rest in that soft light
Let me tuck you in tonight
My moon

I can't forget
I won't forget
Let me hope for this life, rather than the next
I can't forget
I won't forget
Trying to make this life better, rather than the next

And as the motes fall slightly
Slowly through the leaves
A reminder of this family
Complicating simple things
Gracefully
Find me please
I'll be waiting for you here my love
Beneath these apple trees

I can't forget
I won't forget
Let me hope for this life, rather than the next
I can't forget
I won't forget
Trying to make this life better, rather than the next

Do you have to leave so soon?
Give my heart another tune
I can't regret, fore you are
My moon

Copyright © Daniel Whitson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Narrative |

missing you

I see my daddy sometimes what we talk about is between him and I.

To be in his arms one more time you name it, I promise I wouldnt put up a fight...

It's been almost ten years and Im still grieving

I remember that phone call when they said he was no longer breathing

In my mind I was thinking everybody knows my daddy likes to play games that negro

just sleeping...

As time started fading away reality hit me and I had to check my own pulse to see if my

heart was still beating...

Being in a state of shock my thoughts kept repeating, flashbacks of those nights when 

I deserved a beating, you loved me so much I was never was mistreated...

Every night before I closed my eyes you always repeated those three special words

that young girl needs to hear, and even though your not physically here if I close

my eyes tightly not only does your face reappear, but I can softly hear you speak

to me in my ear.

Copyright © precious foreman | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? |

Dear Dad

Dear Dad, 
Hey I miss you, been a good long two years since I had seen you. I was just thinking about the jokes you used to tell "laugh out loud" and how mom used to smile when you looked her way, she always use to say you made her day. 
I miss cooking those big meals on Father's Day and every holiday "man what fun times" my uncles use to say. You were like a dad to them, a hero in someway. 
You provided a roof for us and anyone who needed a place to stay, man those were the days, I could imagine your face when I was born, your one and only daddy's little girl, protective like a father suppose to be, you watch me grow and I grew to be kindhearted and humble like you. 
You taught me never to take anyone for granted and to spread love and laughter, that is what we need on this planet, you never showed anyone your stress, until that day I saw you were laying next to mom in the bed. 
She was on a call with 911, I could hear the pain and the panic in her voice as the operator on the other end was steady saying "stay calm I cant hear you" for 30 minutes strait, I grab my phone and call 911, told them we need an ambulance right away, I comfort mom as they came in and wheeled you away, trying to stay calm just for her sake. 
We did not know god was going to call you home that day. 
Dear Dad, 
Hey I miss you........

Copyright © Dxanna Monroe | Year Posted 2017

Details | Prose Poetry |

Hello Issaquena

Hello Issaquena
by Curtis Johnson

The county seat, humidity, and musical beats. 
After many years, I went to visit my hometown,
Hoping to walk down memory lanes of warm treats,                                         To see my oldest brother, and old friends still around.
                                                                                              
Mississippi, City of Clarksdale
Lots of cotton gins and cotton bails.
Yes, it's where cotton was crowned king.
There was only room for one king and one throne.
And the ruler ship of queens was virtually unknown.
There were the king and the cash, and if there were queens,                         they would be beneath the king and his cash, and nowhere in between.
Everything and everyone bowed to king cotton, even queens.
 
After arriving, I said, “Hello Issaquena”,
I have not seen you in such a long time
We arrived last night, running just a little behind
By the time we checked into the motel, it was past nine
I came today to share a memorable experience one more time;
To look around, to visit, to stare, or even an old friend to find.
Years ago, there was so much about you that became a friend of mine
People came to your intersection standing under your street sign.They came to talk, share, and care;to shop, sit awhile and dine. Some people after a long and laborious week simply came to drink whisky and wine. And I also remember a bench on which sat a Christian lady so divine. She came to your corner every Saturday, so loving and kind. O Issaquena. Your shelters are beaten down, and everything around you causes me to frown. But I know that the thought of you will always be around. O Issaquena. Can you please tell me how they managed to disenfranchise your claim to fame? How did you become bound in those chains with the looks of a portrait in pain? What happened to the barber shop where I use to get hair cuts? Where is the Phone Booth on the corner where I use to make land line phone calls? Where is the grocery store down the street where my dear mother use to shop for food? The Picture Show where my dad use to take us every Monday night is gone. The best hamburger shop where my dad took us to eat after a movie is also gone. I shall miss it dearly, because the taste of her burgers was the best that I have ever known. And whatever became of the Shoe Store where I got my first job when I was a teen? It too is gone.  O Issaquena. Where did they all go? I really would like to know. cj06262015 PSCt14

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |

Happy Birthday Daddy

Happy Birthday Daddy 

 Well tomorrow is your birthday
 It's been a long, long time
 I was 21 when you left
 Your Canadian's age younger than mine
 She hasn't lost her humor
 And can yet sooth a tearful soul
 With her unexpected wisdom
 She is so much like you we know
 You suffered and I remember
 And still recall you there
 Gentle, and still humorous. 
 While deep grieving you did bear
 You were to the opinion of others
 Loving and so kind
 Although you saw their atrosities 
 You pretended to be blind
 I so miss your vocals and harmonica
 You so skillfully entertained
 A sailor, a soldier, a patriot
 You stood tall in the face of pain
 How enchanting and romantic was your playful way
 I miss your presence, Daddy
 That lite up the dismal day
 I recall how you scorned judgement
 And how you accepted all
 As they were created
 You overlooked many a mistake and flaw
 The Whitehead is still breathing
 Your personality
 She is the rock we younger lean on
 To capture your memory
 The Scotsman well you know quite well
 She's made it and you can be proud
 Because she forged her own path as you did
 She never followed the crowd
 And your blood flows through these veins of mine
 Although no eye can see
 And 'tis proud I am the Irishman
 A reflection of your father's eccentricity 

Feb. 13, 2016

Copyright © Joan Donnelly Ellis | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Our Light

As we gather, this cold night
We know our life, has lost its light
Our Father, now has gone away
Never more, will he say

"I love you.", "son", or "sissy"
"Before you leave, give me a kissy."
God, we miss his hugs
His long answers, never shrugs

To watch him, with the kids
He'd always make them, flip their lids
He would make them, clean their house
Or, be as quiet, as a mouse

It was all, just for their good
Though still small, they understood
He did every thing, with thought
His life's wisdom, dearly bought

He taught us how, to succeed at life
To battle through, both pain and strife
But little, he complained
As a policeman, he was trained

A cop, who had no fear
Chosen, Policeman of the Year
For an arrest, he made one night
The details, gave us fright

He said, "It's just my job"
But, his arrest, brought down the mob
A small act, by a good cop
Knocked Raymond P., Right from the top

Always humble, he did not keep
All the glory, they tried to heap
They praised him high, then dragged him low
It did not change, the man we know

At his work, he was the stone
Ever rolling, and alone
There he gathered, no new moss
He dealt with drama, pain, and loss

At home with us, a new man
Though like always, he had a plan
To build, to rake, to clean, to paint
His color choices, made Mom faint

Working daily, he'd say to thee
"Once we're done, we'll drink Iced Tea."
And though, we never got those draughts
Still we had, a million laughs

So he worked us, what's his crime
He also, gave us, lots of time
With himself, and with our Mom
I ask you now, what's the harm

Just as always, he's gone before
Cancer rushed him, out our door
Leaving grand-children, kids, and wife
The soul purpose, of his life

Although here, we all must stay
We miss and love him, more each day
Yes, he gone, he's left our sight
But remember, within us, shines his light

If, you think of him, by day
Think, love, and work, and play
When, you think of him, by night
His star shines, twice as bright

Copyright © Steven Clark | Year Posted 2014