Longing in lowly light of longer days
by which a summer wilts paternal dreams
and browns the loitered heaves of yellow spring:
the budding void that stamps an empty swing
seen swaying golden locks ungated beams
my own Begotten streamed in greener dawn
where fussy forums for an April fawn
allay no muttered march on mother’s May.
Persistent blades unsheathe the sprawling grass
beneath the blue release of silver dew -
an inch overgrown, as inch shrouded cool
billows: arisen reeds from dizzied drool
showing flashes of reincarnation
cured by the rose (or purple carnation)
Copyright © Phillip Garcia | Year Posted 2017
I’d write a rhyme to prove my depth of love
Or sing angelic song like those above
If gifts like these would prove love’s testament
I’d give and give to prove deep sentiment
But what to you, my Father, can I give?
The one who taught me how to love and live
What can I give you from this daughter’s heart?
But vow that from your side I’ll never part
You mean the world to me, this you must know
With passing years my love for you does grow
Your care for me is what helps see me through
There is no other father sweet like you
May Jesus grant you health and happiness
This birthday wish I wrap in tenderness
Eileen Manassian Ghali
My daddy dearest turns 78 today...78! Where did all the years go??? My father is a pastor, an educator, and writer, but most of all, he is the best father in all the world. Yes, my My father has always been a very central figure in my life. I couldn't have hoped for a better dad. We've been close through the years, and I know that he is always there to catch me when I fall. Isn't that, after all, what our heavenly Father is like? I so love and adore my dad. If you'd like to "see" him, you can check my photos on my page here. :)
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014
Dancing butterflies and laughter
without a care. A day full of sweet
smelling blossoms fill the air.
Sister's golden hair glistened in the
Summer sun's glow, as Mother blew
colorful bubbles that bounced off
her little nose.
Mother's heart was always full of
love to share and the day of blossoms,
and bubbles will forever in my memories
be kept with loving care.
Precious and few are moments shared
together. This wonderful day of blossoms
and bubbles, in my heart will last forever.
April 6, 2015
Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2015
Mom, I only talk with you by cell phone.
Our voices through the miles of air waves go.
You moved to an apartment. On your own,
you manage, though less spry than years ago.
I think about the times you read to me,
instilling love for fiction in my heart.
We didn't have a car, so through our city
we'd walk to places like the super mart.
Today I exercise, and that's for YOU!
You cooked and cleaned for us. Without a doubt,
you cheered us on in all we tried to do.
And how we loved your tales we laughed about!
Your heart, like Time, ticks on, yet Time can't steal
our memories - before life got so real!
This poem written for the “Who Do You Think I Am” Contest of Richard Lamoureux
after I read his thoughtful poem “Before and Beyond the Bed,” which he also dedicated to a mutual friend, Armand. The lines from his poem that resonated with me were these:
"What I miss most
Yes most of all is laughter
Playful exchanges -
Those times no one else existed
the moments when we were the best of us
before life became real"
Check out Richard's entire poem here: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/before_and_beyond_the_bed_653986
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015
Mother, I pray for your forgiveness as it was me,
I had to let you go and it never leaves my mind;
It was me who made the decision to set you free,
I was the one they came seeking for papers to sign.
There was nothing I could do to change your fate,
I would have done anything even given my own life;
The decision was so difficult and it could not wait,
My heart was stabbed with a blood-soaked knife.
With each gasping, breath you took in this world,
I kept asking is there nothing that can be done;
Oh I hated what had to be, it still twirls and whirls,
I asked the Lord why, why did I have to be the one.
Can you forgive me mother, for letting you go,
You were so kind and sweet and I loved you so.
September 24, 2015
For the contest, Forgiveness, sponsor, Craig Cornish
Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015
The years your memory can never steal
Your smile still warms my heart; your touch I feel
And time can never make your love to fade
It speaks to me in flower, greenest blade
These years have no control on legacy
You've left your thoughts and dreams inside of me
From me they pass on to my dearest girl
Inside her fertile mind how they unfurl
Oh, mother dear, though years keep rolling by
You are alive and well in my mind's eye
I won't allow the ravages of time
Deface your love, I won't allow that crime
Sleep blissfully inside my beating heart
In every day I live, you have a part.
17 years have passed. Words are nothing. Memories remain....memories and the blessed hope of resurrection morning...
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2017
Many nights you’ve graced my sight
fair Orion, hunter and groom to the abyss,
and yet it would seem an eternity
before we would meet and kiss.
Bought you’d be, and brought to me
by the grace of He who waits.
So, when I die my heart can rise
upon your valor’s brace.
He’d rename Hatsya’s famed
so my soul could light the way.
Dearbhla true poetess of love
‘pon Orion’s sword held sway.
And up I’d rise at my demise
to crest the sky and space.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010
No saints amongst us write a father’s song,
He writes his own which claims no innocence,
As tones of sadness urge he move along,
His pen now takes the stand in his defense;
Atop the desk where sit respondent’s words,
Are pictures taken of his darling girls;
For them he’d fight an army full of swords,
And let none question love's resplendent pearls.
Though flawed imperfect flesh is worn as own,
And lonely eyes are often blind by mist,
He states emphatic that he’s never thrown,
Not once in life an angry violent fist.
May all now know forevermore this claim –
I’ll fight ‘til death for they that share my name.
Phillip M. Garcia, Respondent
Father of Ava Elise Garcia
Father of Lily Belle Garcia
Copyright © Phillip Garcia | Year Posted 2016
On morning-time drives, my daughter and I,
Would sing along songs which rarely were heard,
That music was playing seems to defy,
My recollection of photographs blurred;
Vividly now, still I see Ava there,
Rockin’ like Bono with snaggle-tooth grins,
Smilin’ at daddy from her special chair,
Laughter erupting as answers to questions;
Yet, somewhere near where my health went astray,
Were magical moments stolen from us,
Now only silence do memories play,
While tearful sonnets are written as thus;
So to my daughter, I say with all love,
Let’s sing again soon, my morning-time dove.
Copyright © Phillip Garcia | Year Posted 2016
When you miss a child,
Of your very own,
That is your flesh and blood,
You begin to wonder,
Where did you go wrong,
In your own life,
Instead of looking,
At the beautiful life,
This you must remember,
So many of the difficult times,
Cause of the times you did share together,
For your children will remember more,
Than you really want to give them credit for,
And they will always remember you,
As their loving parent,
For loving them so much,
More than you will ever know,
And you will never forget them,
Just as you hope,
You will never be forgotten,
From their lives,
Copyright © John Hembree | Year Posted 2013
A child's beauty contest I watched in such awe;
young girl in a wheelchair to her father, his all.
Escorting her on stage with such grace and pride;
each so blessed to be at the others' side.
A fragile princess in a purple pageant dress;
twirling her first in her chair then lifting her to his chest.
Their dance so inspiring; such an enchanting sight;
so gently he lifted her high up to the sky.
Sparkling, bright eyes and the most beautiful smile;
none deserving of a crown more than this precious child.
An imperfect body, viewed as a gift from above;
her beauty matched only by a father's boundless love.
Beauty in my eyes is not found in perfection;
but in acceptance, uniqueness, love and dedication.
June 29, 2014
Contest: Encore-anonymous positive new sonnet
Sponsor: Elly Wouterse
Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2014
DEMETER AT THE CHINESE OPERA
So, I invited you to the Chinese Opera impulsively
Thinking of masks and dragons and triumphant mystery
I though it was time we threw off our coats
Of mourning, you for your daughter
Stopping one night, on the way home from a party,
So randomly, cruelly, killed by the monster
Who has slain more than all the century’s wars
And my private sorrow for which there is no funeral.
I remember your straying husband also
Loved the Chinese Opera. What will happen
If we all meet between the acts?
Surely forgiveness will come like snow on the mountain
And we will live in a harmony that can never be suppressed
In a slow majestic music that takes account of grief.
(C) Rosemarie Rowley
From IN MEMORY OF HER (2008)
Copyright © Rosemarie Rowley | Year Posted 2014
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
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2013
An angry Father, that wore a frown
has watched the rise of the devil's moon
While pacing, he's worn the carpet down
They arrive at dawn, and none too soon!
Broken curfews, her virtue at stake
The stakes are high, but the daughter dared
Dad quickly plans a wedding date!
No explanation or sage to share
They are ushered in, without a sigh
Their vows would choke the most aloof
It clouds the starlight in their eyes,
and shoots the moon, un-bullet proofed!
This patriarch must take a stand
Holy wedlock was in high demand !
Submitted for "Trashed # 4" Contest: Sponsored by Broken Wings
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015
I looked into her past, her distant past
A time when memories were to be cast
Her innocent feet twisted in the air
When she tried to show off to those who care
Dancing was her life and ballet was king
She jumped into the air and sure could sing
Songs of dance were her divine specialty
She could move with the best of them surely
I have reflections of you my sweet one
Back in the day when ballet was real fun
I showered you with affection back then
As I do now, steady with a great grin
Dance is what she learned early in her days
One she mastered and shined like those sun rays
Contest: "Reflections Of You"
Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
Your birth was coupled with a burst of light
You came to make my life joyous and bright
Your smile and eyes did capture swift my heart
Of mother's life you are the sweetest part
I saw perfection in your dainty hand
With just a smile my heart you did command
You snuggled in my arms of love, secure
Oh darling, of this truth you must be sure
Without you here, my sun would cease to shine
You are of a gift of God most precious, fine
Long life and health I wish my darling fair
Whose crowning glory is her raven hair
A lady in your right you’ve come to be
But in your eyes my little girl I see
For Regina Riddle's Intimate Relationship Contest
Revised September 2, 2014
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013
My concern, generating confusion
For you, I must re-write our genetics
But fate is never kind to illusion
Although our efforts did grow frenetic
Quixotic, tilt the family windmill
Not all questions yield to simple reason
A snapped mainmast, voyage at a standstill
Yet defeat, could I admit this treason?
Your life trajectory, its own mission
Once certain it must rely on our plans
A white flag is the only conclusion
Your destiny always out of our hands
Now there is one thing I know for certain
I am not the man behind the curtain
Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016
Who doubts the tender love of a Parent
(whose love is here and present to the end
for showing and for giving to attend
to ev'ry son's and daughter's contentment)?
Parents love when one's loved by no other;
it is a truth of nature to commend,
a law that one cannot break or transcend:
a tenet of life unlike another.
Out of tender love, Parents pray away
the evils in their children's paths all day long
that they walk in the straight and narrow way,
and then grow wise and may know right from wrong.
A Parent's love's by far a greater love,
a child's right that no one can remove.
Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2015
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.
Copyright © Lilith Rodriguez | Year Posted 2014
WE'LL NOT TO MARRY
'Twas winning out again, the devil, biting, clear of gin,
this house of Usher had no end in sight,
upstairs, her hair so vibrant, fine and thin,
loosed to her pillow, waiting through the torrid night,
his flesh and very blood, who loved to feel his weight and thighs,
who's made of him the sin, she calls him, now and then,
the truth of it, the pleading from her eyes,
if no one knows, how can our love become a sin?
"We'll not to marry, father dear," she told him from the first,
"Though dead, my mother's heart still beats alive in me,
does not the pill. give us means to stop the worst?
And watch me, now I swallow it, so you can see."
Up through the moonlit hall, his breath contained, deep in his chest,
he made no sound, but heard she every step he took,
and bared she all her mother's heart and breast,
to welcome him to come and read her opened book.
"We'll not to marry, father dear," she told him one more time,
so he could do the very best in pleasing her,
and in the joy of night, forgotten was the crime,
as madness claimed the both of them, right where they were.
© Vee Bdosa
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016
My time is never enough but love comes,
with pig tails, big blue eyes and two green thumbs.
After church in her Sunday best she wears
an ear to ear smile to show she cares.
She is all I have left of her mother,
who I loved intensely, like no other.
This girl is not blood but she calls me Dad.
Moments spent are the best we ever had.
Grandmother protects her from the nightmares,
and I hold her hand when secrets she shares.
I smile sometimes when I want to cry.
I hate to tell this little girl goodbye.
Home is where the heart is, and she is here.
Her presence makes my sadness disappear.
For contest love or hate
date March 08, 2015
Copyright © Adam W. Hunter | Year Posted 2015
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou can buy drinks at McD’s for a buck,
Wait, that means thou never want to pay,
Thou went to see a psychic for good luck.
Sometime too hot thou think thou are at clubs,
The ways you act embarrass all thy friends ;
And when we need to drag thou out of pubs,
We hope thy hot behaviour will soon end.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Especially in winter when thou wear;
Shorts too short with legs far too displayed,
“Oh my god, I can see her underwear,”
Thy “summer’s” kind of ratchet after all
Thy friends will wait until you turn to fall.
Copyright © katie mckenna | Year Posted 2014
There on the deck, I took a practice swing
tormented in the possiblity--
then hope was dashed--I found no hope to bring
up to the plate, when Ump cried out, "Strike 3!"
I was the last to bat--in this last game--
just oh for three, my record said it all!
And in the dugout, faces all the same,
the looks of gloom! Just waiting for my fall!
I took my place, right up there to the plate.
Out on the mound, the picher grinned at me--
as if he hoped to make my swinging late,
or throw me one--I couldn't even see!
He'd walked a batter, waiting on first base,
to tie the score, if we'd get in the race!
"No girl can hit!" I heard the catcher call,
and echoed from the bleachers was the same,
we made our stands, the umpire cried "Play ball!"
and then I vowed to get us in the game!
I gripped the bat, the windup came too fast!
As did the ball, but where it should have been!
"Strike one!" the umpire yelled at last--
The fastest ball that I have ever seen!
"She'll never swing!" the catchers words for me--
then threw the ball out to the pichers hand!
While out on first, my runner waits to see
if I can swing, or only make a stand!
Right in my face--the picher scouled a bit--
while I choked up--and readied for a hit!
All set to hit--I made it then my dream!
and came the ball--I could not swing at that!
"Strike twoooo!" the umpire made it scream,
then said to me, "You've got to swing the bat!"
The bat it weighed a hundred pounds or so;
"She'll never swing," the pichers eyes did say,
With that he gave his very best, I know!
I glued my eyes--as it screamed straight my way!
I never saw the hitting of the ball!
but won't forget the cracking sound of it!
Nor know again the feeling of it all
of this my very most important hit!
The sound it made--that ev'ryone could hear--
a batters dream--but pichers' greatest fear!
The ball soared hard and high past second base!
then seemed to drop so slowly from above,
as quick as I could get us in the race,
I watched it bounce right off the fielders glove!
The tying run was just ahead of me!
Ole "Never-Steal" now ran like not before!
And right behind, fast as my feet could be
I gave my best! And then I gave some more!
The crowd gave out the seasons wildest plea!
As I yelled to the runner just ahead,
with all the grit that I could find in me,
"I'm going in! And if you stop--you're dead!"
Ole "Never Steal" was giving all he could
and on his heels--I made my promise good!
We saw the ball come by as rounding third!
Not once a hesitation in it all--
and as the umpire watched without a word--
he swept his arms, to make the tying call!
The score was tied--third baseman set to throw--
now ready at home plate, the catcher stood--
and through it all--my only thought was GO!
but if I did--I'd have to make it good!
I knew the ball was thrown down to home plate!
The catcher poised, and glued where he should be!
I had to slide, and heard the ball hit late!
"She's SAFE! She's SAFE!" my Daddy yelled to me!
Now layed to rest--our coaches greatest fear--
the only game we won--throughout the year!
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2013
"come fluttering words, come drifting words to me . . . "
Dear Mother, for a while now you’ve been gone.
Has time for you seemed long beyond the veil?
For those you left, time painfully goes on.
Oh, Mother, can you hear me where you dwell?
I wish to hear your voice again. How sweet
The sound of it each day when we awoke.
Its dulcet tone each afternoon would greet
us after school. How kind the words you spoke!
Your words would flutter like wings of a dove
When each of us received your goodnight kiss,
And gazing at our dad, your one true love,
Your words, unsaid, shone in those eyes I miss.
Your flowers’ scent I breathe in tenderly
while praying that your words drift down to me.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011
The shadow on the crystal lake water
Comes from a young girl very sweet and pure
She’s a charmer, people want to see her
For her skin’s so smooth, and her smile’s a lure
Eyes that sure resemble puppy dog’s eyes
Her soft hand makes ripples where water lies
Tenderly she brings water to her face
No part of her body is out of place
Droplets drip down her face and to her heart
Allowing those around to see beauty
Her presence is very cute to impart
No one can deny her inner psyche
Sadly she will never stay at this age
I’ll always love my girl, at any stage
Entered into Dana'lynn Smith's "In The Meadow" contest
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
(A Shadow Sonnet)
Earth mother, now return to Mother Earth
for time has taken what you were born for.
Listen for its call, oh dear one, listen,
and answer, before it pulls both thee and
me. As rain washes earth's green over me,
I remember your thumb, stained green as I.
Sun brightened the hue, rain chased the sun.
hands tilled the soil, but dirt clung on hands
to flake from green fingertips, and thus to
spread the seed; bring back life to deathlike spread,
"green up" our world as your spade cast forth green,
too singled in purpose to compass two
who work together— as partners will— who
eye the same plot of land with reaper's eye.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
To Err Is Human
Would if I could, earn a spot
in the farthest part
of your bleeding heart
to bridge the gaping chasm
that for so long separated
and kept us apart.
What fate does the future holds
for a weary father growing weak and old;
while the whole story has yet to be told?
Through the prism of my aging tears,
rainbows color the present delight
radiating in the remaining waning years.
With a love that is pure and divine,
please forgive the painful err that was mine.
Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2015
In your eyes I've seen my past arise
Though the shaft decays in the time below
The afterglow blooms in your girlish eyes
Your life was my life when the moon was low
Curiosity lived in us and our stars
Darkness and fresh moon were our worshiped duet
They bartered sleep with nightingale and hearths
We danced and played among stars and crickets
When you swim in mud, hunt the sun's abode
Watch hawks return, and trade meat for a tale
It's life's requisite, and soon shall implode
A new light shall spring from the ember's tail
-The fire of youth, and shall erode your mind
In the dying glow womanhood is confined
Copyright © Ikenna Emmanuel Bertrand | Year Posted 2015
Super Sonic Sonnet
Complete are my lover’s thoughts in dark brier
With airs of aristocracy’s sweet critique
Her mind takes flight, a supersonic liar
Smiles warmth wears deceit like a prize unique
What grows outside your lovely courtyard facade?
Quadrangular, fortified thick gray walls
Hubris, incongruous, flourishing macabre
Infamous fragile beauty flaws, that’s all
Speeding to the grave, your love is there, dead
Daughters take the splendor, learn mother’s ways
Build other fortresses, stronger, to life’s dread
Days go by, to ponder the doomed accolades
Destinations for lovers and daughters pass
Become the past without wealth that never lasts
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
Another drop of water
Falls upon the grave of my daughter
As I Hear The Insane Laughter
Of the Devil
But Its was In the hands of the God Too slaughter
The flowers Of the Innocent petal
The Essences Still Young and feeble
Barley Old Enough To mould
The Body and soul have Gone Bitterly Cold
Now I hold A gun Across my temple Because I hear voices!
Repent My Sins Or stay In the lines Of law And Order
As I see the man Who killed my daughter
Revenge wont alter the story Or banish the pain
Trying too Vanquish My demons But I'm still left with the Anguish And hate
Wishing my little girl would appear today
And spread some sunshine of this world of Grey
I'm Lost Drowning In Depression, I lost my Essences
Plummeting Into thickness of the fog
I hope you don't hear these tear-drops
That descended, Kind of poetic
I hear raindrops On the ocean That are your Tears I cherish...
I how visions of you still here,Beside me
I hear your voice It says "Daddy... why are you crying"?
"Are you Upset? But "Are you really here"? I guess..
Not because she's not replying
There just noises whispering In my head
The doctor Says Its normal if your repress feelings
That's why you feeling depressed...
Today I'm just A drop Of water
I wish I felt There was more to life
Come tomorrow I'm be In the Ocean
Rising With Morning Tide.
Copyright © Jamie Walker | Year Posted 2016