Best Farther Poems
Closer We Get, The Farther We Look Back
Sad dying embers of yesterday's feast
interest and feed me not in the least
For the hearty joys that future shall give
heartens me to strive forever to live
Great memories of my family's past
flow blessedly with me until the last
Into the dark void my soul may soon fly
my past good and bad I will not deny
Returning often in my long night dreams
she of ravishing beauty, skin of creams
Memories of loves that took a wrong turn
yet with it all, my restless mind still yearns
Closer we get, the farther we look back
cherish our memories we stay on track
Robert Lindley
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It's tough when father's head is cracked open.
Mother says, "You and I were chosen."
Secrets spill out like a spritzing soda.
My head is warm with that smoldering odor.
Tranquilized but refusing to sleep.
Father jabs the needle deep.
Her images inspire me.
Father races but cannot flee.
Mother stretches far and wide.
Wherever he is, he cannot hide.
I worship a goddess in golden slippers.
"Daddy doesn't understand ... telepathy," she whispers.
My farther could not fulfill a father’s duty
My farther could only fulfill his own pleasures
.Women
.Sex
.Alcohol
He couldn't love us the way he loved them
Coming home early hours in the morning
Mother goes silent whenever he was around
Wiping away her tears with her soft hands If he ever spoke
Pretending she has something in her eye
My farther only loved us
Well pretended to love us
Only when he had alcohol
All the other times
It was those cheap women
Punching
Kicking
Abusing our poor mother
In front of our innocent eyes
He always used to say I'm going to change
The only change he did was sleeping a different women
He just couldnt live without
It never accure to him he had a wife and children
A tender age of 6 all this was going on
I was shocked
Ashamyed
Embrassed
It was like someone cast an evil eye on our family
I could'nt talk to anyone
At home
At school
Or even a family member
I use to always wrote strorys of a farther and son having such a great bond
I always wished those story's were true.
It was like more my dad went with other women
The more abuse she received
The more my mother wanted to please him
My mother was a woman from India
A women from the Asian community
If anyone found out about farther it would be bestay(shameful)
My mother never had a voice to say I’m leaving
The voice she had was silent
21 years they've been married
Years of betrayal made by my farther
Days and nights of abuse
The family gathering lying on how much work he does
Moaning how his wife is so lazy
Moaning on how much we annoy him
Going on and on how great he is.
He couldent bar ethe thought of us leaving
His family name would be known for scum
But was was the use leaving him
He was jst going to pick up move away and cheat on another woman
This is the way I lived with a cheating farther....
Copyright (c)
Jay Singh Thapar
Jay Thapar
They always tell me "stop seeing what isn't there"
I say, look harder... past the appearance... through to the bare
They look at me confused, stuck like a deer in a glare
Seemingly refusing to adjust their stare
Still dumbfounded they ask "where?"
I say, past the acrylic nails, color contacts, and extensions of hair
Past the skimpy dressed body shaped like a pear
Past the facade of "I don't care"
Into the soul that's experienced a couple of tears
Into a life that's had to walk through the devil's lair
Without judgement, to see a human being, to you I dare
Life is a lonely forest where you live,
With your soul and sole tattered,
Life and love denied,
All for my sake,
And father, farther you go.
Like pressed above, you never grow taller,
This way, in you go,
Door gets too high and the way too wide,
All for my sake,
Yet the more you love me.
To them your hair is foreign and rags so common,
Though without salt and food, you always gave me full,
I'm words without, withal to witness,
The gentleness of your wonder without which I wither,
You taught me all things, to write and erase.
You're the shadow I shadow,
The heart I material,
I love because you love,
You oriented me to life and gave me the first torch,
Withal to grop in the darkness of life.
Of pretentious popes you warned,
Who would tell me tings obscene in coners sacred,
To take your mantle I do,
Your name to new seas, to focus and fight farther,
Fight an equal fair, with each ear to the event,
All will hear your shadow shaking sheaths,
And feel the texture of the future in my hands,
For your heart and mine is one,
The love for you as you go farther,
But you I take none, none at all.
Please pick me for cushion,
Plant your heart in mine,
I know it was for my sake
All the pain,
I love you.
Poem by Muthoka Jacob, June 2012.
You made me listen without a spoken voice
Shook my earth without fates choice
Blew my mind without a single breath
took me to heaven without the pains of death
Chilled me to the bone without a shave of ice
Broke my heart no once but twice
Tasted my essence without a single lick
Stole my soul without a single trick
You made me see without a vision from my eye
You brought me farther without saying goodbye
The halogen street lights
are calling you by name,
Mr. Farther.
They see you in your miserable motions
and hear your insides eating themselves.
They want you to join them in
lofty indifference, as they are
above the atrocities of this age,
and they act as an anchor for others,
like you,
and also like you,
they have their own problems to deal with,
the same problems that they ignore in order
to help others,
when in actuality, it is them who need the help,
and the only ones that can help them
are the ones that are guided by them.
They can’t help themselves,
and neither can you,
Mr. Farther.
What are you waiting for, Mr. Farther?
The clacking of your heels
echoes against the brick walls of your inner sanctum,
Your pacing, thinking, praying, cringing,
waiting, but for what?
A response? A reply?
Anything?
Patience, Mr. Farther, patience.
I know you want answers now, but…
you’ll just have to wait.
Put your focus on something else,
like your dreams, ambitions and future.
Sometimes, you have to put your heart aside.
Angels are apart
not a part of us
Before our time
Outside auric space
The energy in form
creates a pleasant face
to ease us
please us
Saying they are sent by God
Moses
Allah
Krishna
Jesus
The Serpent god
still resides within
Wrapping itself around original sin
keeps us looping life
in a restrictive spin
until we untangle from the matrix
that locks us in
to a future fueled by the past
Energy patterns
set in a Carbon cast
Light sealed in dark
like Holly wood beneath the bark
Magic under the skin we scar
We return to heal the ONe
Relight the fallen star
Ignite the golden fire
from the burning embers
of your sacred pyre
In death I AM
In Light You Are
the imagined distance
between near and far
the inner eye can see
I Will be done on Earth
All that Is within reach
from I to You
the Love is True
No mind to blind
No Angel to Be
attached to our reality
We are complete as One
holographic fractal
converting light from the sun.
15/4/14 David Moule (Verso)
falling farther away from humanity
redefining your reality
who wants to go back there?
all i want
is what i don't have
isn't that too much to ask?
it all moves too fast
i just wanna slow down
and enjoy the ride
bliss me farther
for i have seen
and...
can festive all
to mike
a...
gaudy show
without missin
much...
just an image
in'a nay shun
hoikeyfoikeyfillimintoikey; kerfensenabrokia, zemilchincrumolla....
or what...
evermore?
stan
Which Stretches Farther
By Franklin Price
2/9/2017
Which stretches farther, skin or rubber?
Answer discovered by a Bubba
Helps with that ethnicity
To know of elasticity
Did his research with much care
Bred a donkey and a mare
Then tied his ass off to a post
And walked five miles so he could boast
Bubba thought that stretch quite far
Rubber would snap, fall to the tar
Had found the answer, which was skin
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Dedicated too my father's memory:
Strong hands hold a babe at birth
As a giant looks down upon his child with love and a smile.
A toddler is picked up by strong hands and a kind word , reassurance and wisdom is shared .
A strong hand rests upon the shoulder and with a smile of pride sends this now teenager upon their way .
A strong hand grasps another adults hand the giant wishing the happy couple well in their future that lays ahead .
The giant is always close if needed ,through the years with any trials that may come .
Helping and giving his council freely with compassion and grace .
Much time has passed , the giants shaking hands now hold the grandchild with emotion and love,
happy Memories of the years gone by now blurring his eyes.
Two strong hands rest upon those of the elderly giant as thanks and reassurance are spoken softly .
The great wheel of time turns once more .
A strong hand now rests upon the Giants casket as silence speaks, and words just cannot be found .
FATHER- FARTHER I COME TO THEE THE CLOSER I AM TO THEE-
Father, O’ Lord I come to thee
Farther I come to thee
O’ Lord I come, I come O’ God I come
Father, farther I come I do so run I come unto thee
O’ Lord I come, I come O’ God I come unto thee
And I run
And I run from my sins
And I am forgiven, I’m forgiven
Father I run, I come I run into your arms
O’ Lord I come unto thee, to thee O’ Lord I run I run unto thee
Distance I stand ever closer
No longer distance have I come to thee?
Jesus you’re the living word
Jesus you’ve died to rise to save my soul
You are calling me
Calling me into flourishing, awe
You’re calling forth
In flourishing awe
Father, O’ Lord I come to thee
Farther I come to thee
O’ Lord I come
Distance I stand ever closer
No longer distance have I come to thee?
9/16/22
Written words & Arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
To disconnect oneself
you push apart, from the stasis,
like flesh from the bones.
Coming home becomes dreadful
when you discover yourself.
A dark energy impels you
in a cosmos which was drifting
towards eternity. A fight between
space & time ultimately settles
for a second life.
Paralysed mind goes into dementia.
A riverbed, waterless, where you can dig out
the ancient marbles, edifice of a great flaming past.
It was obscene. At a hunger meet
tables were set with delicious cuisine.
SATISH VERMA
Farther and more beautiful
On top of the success is more beautiful:
from the top you see yourself further away
It's there that I have many people.
They want to live.
It's Fact: further and more beautiful
the top is further:
it costs a lot to get there
less loud is easier
but at the top I want to live.
At the top or bottom,
somewhere we have to be
It's a great pity that you can not
being at the same time in two places!
Or this or that: or this or that
and spend the day choosing
if you still can not understand
know top is further:
it costs a lot to get there
but from the top you can see the sea!
Is that where you want to live?
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Mais longe e mais bonito
No topo do sucesso é mais bonito:
do topo vê-se mais longe
é lá que eu muitas pessoas
querem morar.
É Fato: mais longe e mais bonito
o topo é mais longe:
custa muito a lá chegar
menos alto é mais fácil
mas no topo quero morar.
No topo ou mais baixo,
em algum lugar temos que estar
é uma grande pena que não se possa
estar ao mesmo tempo em dois lugares!
Ou isto ou aquilo: ou isto ou aquilo
e passe o dia a escolher
se não conseguiu entender ainda
saiba topo é mais longe:
custa muito a lá chegar
mas do topo se vê até o mar!
É lá que você quer morar?
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