Best Daughters Poems
In the inner city there is a little girl.
Who dreams about a different world.
There is no fresh air for her to breathe.
No lovely flowers for her to see.
No yard to go and play and swing.
No, not much of anything.
Her mother toils to and from.
Providing on a measly income.
She sees her mother in despair.
She hugs her close, because she cares.
"Don't worry mom we will get by."
Her mom says, "Yes hon." with teary eyes.
"There are so many little girls and boys
that struggle in this world you see."
"I wonder why fortunes smile on some
and lets the rest go free."
Michael Tor 3/22/2016 Written about Lolo Jones. A champion athlete.
Last line credit to Eagles Song Sad Cafe.
DAUGHTERS OF THE KING
Live for Jesus From A-Z
Hear Ye, Hear Ye,
Oh Daughters of the King.
From creation’s crown, to our glorious gown,
Live For Jesus From A to Z
Awake, Align, Acclimate,
Beautify, Captivate.
Dedicate,
Demonstrate,
Dance before the King!
Electrify, Enterprise.
Live a Fruitful life,
And Feminize,
Give all your Heart
Go beyond,
Harmonize, while holding on!
Hallelujah,
Illuminate joy for Jesus,
Jubilate!
Kneel before Him, Kiss the King,
Live your Life as an offering!
Marry a Man who's a godly Mate,
Make God the standard
don't negotiate!
Just Open Heart, Let Him Operate
Pray and let GOD'S Power Penetrate!
Qualify, Queen'ify,
Renew, Review, Sanctify,
Teach the Word, Don’t procrastinate
Tomorrow’s Not Promised,
It May be Too late,
Use me Jesus! Ultimate!
Visionize the Victory gate!
Win the lost!
Xtra-cate!
Yes to Jesus Youth-a-cate,
Youth renewed, Young-a-fy,
Changed In the Twinkling of an eye!
Zion’s Girls, take to the sky,
Daughters of the King!
My daughters, I’m so very proud of you.
You have grown to become, fine young women.
Let not your hearts or lives be ruled by men.
Stand fast, and to your own desires be true.
Take what you need, but no more than your due.
Act cautiously, you are noblewomen.
Speak softly for, you are gentlewomen.
Let integrity shine, in all you do.
Know this my daughters, I've always loved you.
Every day, you are in my thoughts, my prayers.
That God grant you wisdom, in all affairs.
May your strength and your courage be renewed.
For every challenge in life you pursue.
How I wish I were there to ease your cares.
And to mend your hearts, from life's little tears.
Remember this, I will always love you.
Your innocence your purity your smile
So open so natural so wide
Charms enchants awakes
My spirit my eyes my pride
My spirit my eyes my pride
Inside in wonder in youth
To pray to gaze to praise
In love in awe of thee
This form (which I have labelled crosswise) was popular in the 17th century.It can be read in
almost any direction.
Asphyxiated and found dead
Raped and found dead
Unsure what happened, and found dead
Nepali women found dead
Snake bitten and found dead
Eaten by tigers and found dead
Left in a small dark menstrual hut
And found dead
Nepali women found dead
Shunned and labelled unclean
Ostracized for the wonderful way
God has insured they can have babies
Asphyxiated, raped, snaked, and frozen
And found dead. Someone is not right in the head.
These huts should be torn up and spit out.
Please, people, permanently get these women out!
They were able to see the sun at last, to look
all around, finally breathe without burqas
begin a new chapter.
Their words held more confidence.
Is respect too large a word, perhaps not when
whispered with laughter.
Wearing smiles and proud faces, their
daughters went to school like the boys,
was their future assured?
Was learning numbers and their alphabet
fulfilling their dreams, or just making
them more obscured?
Women could greet each other on the street
not be beaten with a pole, but never look in the
eyes of a man.
They could have paying jobs, wear sharp clothes, let
lovely faces be exposed, never once looking back
before freedom began.
That all went away on a terrible day
when planes left and men bled out of hills
with rage
to rule again with knife-sharpened hands
and women once again destined to hide inside
their dark cage.
So, what was accomplished: a taste of
freedom
that rested on whims of people living
far away?
Is it perhaps worse to have known and
then lose
or never to have known--
who can say?
As life uncertainly shifts backward again
to religious rule and sin
will minds and lives be what's left
blowing in the wind
in Afghanistan...
To see the world through your eyes…
An aching heart is cured simply by a kiss…
With paper and crayon a new Picasso is hung…
Coffee cans and cooking pots are an orchestra…
A twig is a swashbuckler’s sword saving the day…
Even alone you create new friends to fill a void…
You don’t understand when I can’t see them too…
That sweet beauty you imagine has no boundaries…
I pray you hold onto it for just a moment more…
When you next open your eyes all will be different…
Cans will be junk twigs will become kindling and…
That faithful friend you created will have faded away…
I wish with all my heart you could stay young forever…
To daughters,
we failed to love
Who entered into love
feeling like
someone else's No one.
Sorry we passed
our daddy issues
onto you.
Feeling abused,
we overcorrected
by neglecting you.
You misinterpreted
the way we filled
life's supply and demand
and added to your
feelings of being
unwanted.
Sorry our truth
was confusing
We didn't know how
important tea parties were
or keeping silly little secrets
or placing butterflies
on your noses
or skipping instead of running
and pleated dresses
with ballerina shoes
and hair tied with purple ribbons.
Didn't know there was
more information beyond
chapter one of the
How to be a Daddy Manual.
Sorry for not reading
between the lines.
Sorry for not escaping
the meeting sooner
Sorry for not slowing every minute
and making sure there
was more of you in it.
Please forgive us.
You are our special someone.
If I've never said it before
It's because
I was always thinking it
If in love to wife desire’s rife,
And to son there seems ambition,
To daughters, tranquil run waters.
If she may outgrow father’s lap,
She always stays within heart’s map,
Distance may grow, gulf there’s, nor gap.
A daughter is like a rainbow,
A lifelong source that gets to grow,
A spectrum’s widest range to draw.
Warmer is she than warmest wools,
Let she be ward of what so schools,
More precious she’s than priceless jewels.
And angel sent down from heaven,
Lost I’d long years back such a one,
To gain, thank heavens, once again.
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Tercet |29.09.2024|daughter
The swings you go through with a child
Are not unlike a coaster wild.
The terror, stark, when they arrive:
“How do I keep this kid alive?”
“What idiot allowed discharge,
And placed with me a care so large?”
When you have lost all hope of sleep,
And dark depression settles deep,
Then you will wonder in despair,
“How long, O Lord, too much to bear!”
But then, when first she smiles at you,
And suddenly dawn’s light breaks through!
Until the day you feed her meats
And gagging, retching, white as sheets,
You’re sorely pressed by toxic waste,
And all that fondness fades, erased
By thoughts you banish from your mind,
“How could I ever been so blind
To think this nasty little brute
Was a delight, a darling, cute?”
But then she talks, she says your name;
You’re launching to the moon again!
This surely is the pinnacle,
Parental heights you’ve scaled in full.
But comes the dark night of the soul;
Your daughter’s now thirteen years old.
Who is this alien life form?
When will your days resemble norm?
The slightest thing; all hell breaks loose:
A train that’s led by its caboose!
Back on the tracks, to wreck again,
Of late, you pray, “Why, God?” and “When,
When will this horrid phase be through?”
Completely unbeknownst to you,
This phase, designed, the needed fuel
To send her, gladly, off to school.
And then you sit, an empty home,
Berate yourself in brooding gloam
As night falls on parental days
And you imagine all the ways
that trouble will befall your child,
How by the world she’ll be defiled
And grieve and want her in your arms
In safe protection from all harm.
And after school, she needs you less
Until it’s time to buy the dress.
For her, elation and much joy!
For you, “And just who is this boy?”
But as you learn, she’s picked a man,
All goes according to the plan,
And you have this to comfort you,
For it is clear he loves her too.
So for a time, you are at peace;
The cycling has much decreased.
And yet, when they have fully grown,
Then suddenly you want them home.
You yearn for time spent with their kids
At intervals the miles forbid.
And if you’re being honest, too,
You’re hoping they’ll take care of you.
But looking back, it’s all a win;
You’d gladly take this ride again.
In distance, a daughter's heart does ache,
Mentally wounded by her mother's stake.
Words flung forth, cutting deep within,
Leaving scars unseen, a battle she can't win.
A mother's love should nurture and heal,
But here, a pain that time can't conceal.
From afar, a presence felt so near,
Leaving the daughter's soul in constant fear.
Bound by blood, but torn by the mind,
A connection broken, she struggles to find.
Whispers of love replaced by bitter strife,
Leaving her searching for comfort in life.
A daughter’s heart does ache from distance,
Mentally wounded by her mother’s stake.
With words flung forth, cutting deep within,
Leaving scars unseen, a battle she’ll win.
—A Song for Women Everywhere—
Verse I
I walked where the dark earth breathes after rain,
Where roots write stories under the ground;
The wind moved softly through leaf and grain
Like an ancient remembering sound.
There in that quiet my spirit learned
How the patient powers of life are earned.
Verse II
For Nature works without trumpet or throne—
She gathers the light, she shelters the seed;
Through storm and winter she stands alone,
Still giving the world the breath it needs.
The river may wound her banks with its flow,
Yet forests rise where her deep roots grow.
Pre-Chorus
And slowly the living truth appeared—
The same bright fire in women burns here.
Chorus
O daughters of courage, daughters of flame,
Steady as oceans and bright as the skies—
The world may falter, the world may change,
But hope is the light in your living eyes.
So here I stand, in honour and truth:
The Earth is stronger wherever you move.
Verse III
For woman carries that quiet might—
Not thunder alone, but the strength to renew;
She gathers the broken pieces of night
And shapes them gently into the new.
Where bitterness hardens the hearts of men,
She plants tomorrow again and again.
Verse IV
Once in an orchard the twilight broke—
Light stepped living from bark and air;
A silent brightness the branches spoke,
And every stone seemed awake and aware.
I asked no reason for what I had seen—
Some truths are larger than thought has been.
Repeat Chorus
Bridge
Yet still there burns in the depths of all
A star no measure of mind can claim;
For mystery answers no proud call—
And wonder itself protects that flame.
Final Chorus
O daughters of courage, daughters of flame,
Rising like dawn where the long nights cease—
Through patience, mercy, and quiet strength
You bend the hard arc of the world toward peace.
And from the deepest place in my soul
I bow to the women who make us whole.
Outro
For wherever a woman stands in grace,
the future quietly takes its place.
I screamed at her
like some wicked hellion
trying to rip apart her world.
I was the embodiment of rivalry.
She was growing older. I fed on the rage
I stole from her, I loved young,
I loved hard and fast, and anyone
she hated. I loved like a forest fire
and she could do nothing about it.
She was just my step-mother
Or she was, when I moved in with the guy
about six years older
Then I met her.
She was about six years old-
or she was, when I moved in with the guy.
I was just her step-mother,
and I could do nothing about it.
She hated that I loved like a forest fire.
I loved hard and fast, and anyone.
I stole from her, I loved young.
She was growing older, I fed on the rage
I was the embodiment of rivalry
trying to "rip apart her world
like some wicked hellion"
I screamed at her.
The daughter who loved her father as salt
Was flung out of his realm
He favored the daughters who loved him
As sweet honey, as much money,
But tides pull back as they do
And abundance of life changes
All the daughters may have equal claims,
But bitter salt is sometimes needed
More than all the other fluff.
Oh my beautiful Daughters
what have you done to the men of the Earth,
turning the roar of men's' love into notes of shame and whispers,
discoloring the gallant glow of trust with untempered lust for popular worth,
I made you to be embodiment of something sacred,
a steadfast source of Divine sincerity in the chaos of Man's struggle to be heroic,
to soothe and inspire His hope for honor, to be the hand he could hold in the tremor of dread,
in the Begining you did this much and more, exceeded the seed of my dream, making Them historic,
But you, my remorseless and rabid Girls
sought to be worshiped as a cult of marauding maidens of madness,
a horde of haughty harpies wanting glory your own, thrones tailored from supine bones,
pleasured as predators of Princes and paupers
saddistic seducers of troubadours and savants,
making " high minded " heros helpless on the cliffs of your thrills,
Oh my ravenous Daughters what have you done to the hearts of men,
what have you become with speared touch and rough laughter,
warm in love sport and cold in lip lies,
the Furies have your fame and faces framed in black flame
the day is soon when your beauty will become ashen, charms unmet with passion,
and the Furies will befriend you
adorn with thorned fashion, feed you a vulture's ration,
Nemesis is on your terrible trail of predatory travail
She to unveil the wail of your reward's gale,
my lovely Princesses, my girls of gnarled gain
a wind storm of lovers' cries flies towards you
a punishment Holy in it's honor and horrible in It's hit,
bite you shall, sixfold from Humility's tit -
J.A.B.