Best Father Knows Best Poems
What I’d give to wake in the morning and hear those church bells ring
To turn on my old black and white and hear Gene Autry sing
Turn back the time to simpler days with Roy and Dale too
Wait for the Late Show and watch the antics of Bud and Lou
All the girls thought Kookie Byrnes was really hip
Driving a convertible on Seventy Seven Sunset Strip
Kryptonite was the only thing that could make Superman falter
Ramar’s friend Charlie talked to a parrot named Walter
I watched Kitty and Chester on Gunsmoke and listened to Ricky sing
There was Circus Boy, My Friend Flicka and don’t forget Sky King
There was Jeff and Lassie, Davy Crockett and the Wild Frontier
I’d watch Robin Hood and Marian in the days of Queen Guinevere
Remember The Thin Man, The Whistler and The Shadow Knows
Alfred Hitchcock and Inner Sanctum were two of my favorite shows
I remember Milton Berle, Red Skelton, Perry Como would croon
What’s my Line, Beat the Clock and Name That Tune
The Life of Riley, Leave it to Beaver and Father Knows Best
Palladin, Sugarfoot, and Cheyenne in the Old West
Boxing from Madison Square Garden on Friday Night
I saw it all on my old black and white.
I’ve had many families in this life
of origin school navy and here too
I admit the best ones came with a wife
we all know life at times can be a zoo
I’m no Robert Young from Father knows best
wife and I are planning a family
I’ll have more gray hair coming from no rest
having this life there’s no reason to flee
poetry has renewed my life some how
always knew writing was therapeutic
expressing my true feelings here and now
I can relax when life is real hectic
my life may not be the greatest at all
no matter what I have always stood tall
We are the generation,
born between 1946-1964,
grew up watching shows
like Howdy Doody and
Captain Kangaroo,
Leave it to Beaver,
Hazel, Father Knows Best
and Gidget,
too many to mention but
I'm sure there all there
on the internet,
grew up listening to rock n roll,
doing the mashed potato
and the Chubby Checker twist,
a lot of boomers fighting in the
Vietnam War and consequently
losing their innocence,
we also saw the JFK assassination
and watched the Watergate hearings
on our televisions,
saw the Kent State shootings
and anti-war demonstrations...
now if your like me wondering
about all these police shootings
terror attacks and social unrest,
a lot of us turning 70 this year
and wondering whats going
to happen next,
yes were the babyboomers
who grew up watching a lot
of television...
I'm just wondering if watching
too much of it took away our true vision
and wisdom, because I myself am
guilty as well...
17 March 2010
Father And Son
--Mirrored Refrain—
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--Father and Son—
Fare thee well, to humbly exist and live for my son
If he feels blue, I’ll be his clown
Everything will be fine and dandy
As a father knows best
Mother having the hand that rocks the cradle
Father as a pillar of the home
As a father knows best
Everything will be fine and dandy
I’ll choose clothes that fit him
Among the choices to pare down
Everything will be fine and dandy
As a father knows best
Accompanying him for his first haircut with the barber
And buying for his first pocket comb
As a father knows best
Everything will be fine and dandy
Accompany him to every breathtaking ride
Share the quiver and embrace to cool down
Everything will be fine and dandy
As a father knows best
Learn the ropes and lend an ear
For life is the epitome of adventuresome
As a father knows best
Everything will be fine and dandy
Like a Potter, God has a plan and a purpose for us. Like clay, we are filled with air and many impurities.
He places us on 'The Wheel', where we must be schooled. He's ever patient to long endure with our disharmony.
He's beyond tolerant, going the farthest distance with us. He'll bake, shake, remake us; reshape us; return us; resend us;
It's hard to even imagine what good He would not do for us. He's unafraid and freely allows freedom of expression and freewill.
He knows no weakness that disallows Him to release us to our own devices. His Divine Law of Freewill often yield to our hastened demise and destruction.
Many are the tears of God, frequently poured out for the choices we make. But He is bound by His Divine Laws, intrinsically stamped upon His character.
Although He is Omnipotent to do as He pleases, He sometimes prohibits Himself from certain actions.
His Love is also subject to Divine Legalities of Holiness. And His personal attributes never contradict each other.
He is indeed vitally involved in the human condition'; but He forces neither success or failure; and He neither
dictates heaven; nor does He program hell for us. Each destination is a personal preference via free choice.
I must confess, there are times when I wish it were not so. But ultimately, the Father knows best how things should go.
03272017 FB PS Contest, Be Didactic, John Anderson
So God created to say let there be and it was so or were so now again spoken again words he took one of man ribs from the body man while he slept So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him male and female created he them and God blessed them and gave dominion
So woman would live by the side of love multiplied fruitful gardens! With Man! A creative being creature of habit man of power man of the every hour electrified vibrations running from the belly to the rib side the gain the lost the search refreshes the bloodstreams to save the soul to mate blood veins flow with the earths rotated force! Father knows best vessel brain veins leads to the mind the heart when the soul mates the rib of the hunt by the husband wife becomes we satisfaction completed female confident women lady his girl! That man hunt is done! The price to pay maybe a cross to bear heart to heart and flesh to flesh all to our kind legacy to bloodline traditions and habits and foes Then what is Soul? Over again and over again Because!-- but things happen!
To find a wife is a good thing is a jewels many a ruby is a a treasure of delight but the rib of life is the womb of birth to man the open side rib wound move to the chest and shows in every day closure so the hunter hunts in the day and the night for himself~ And the Lord said at that time it is not good that man should be alone I will make him an help meet!
So meet and greet! And he named us women and the Lord God caused a deep sleep to fall upon him like a deep sleeping baby he slept one of his ribs were taken then he closed up the flesh and the rib which the Lord God had taken from man, made he a women And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breathe of life and man became
A Living Soul!
Gen-KJV-2
Taking her home one day, my daughter said to me, "Until then". I was expressing my frustration by questioning her ability to get along in life without my assistance. I wondered out loud with her about how long it might take her to be fully emancipated. Yes, she was divorced and on her own with three kids, but it seemed to me that her reliance on my services needed to be curtailed. Her reply indicated to me that she would be utilizing me as long as I was available. I was deeply moved and inspired by her two words, "Until then". I came to realize in a personal and close-up way that 'her growth and maturity' was greatly linked to the word 'Then". Since then, I have been more aware that emancipation is a two-way process; and I am also allowing the 'Then Time' to come more sooner than later.
Late one night after I had picked him up from work, my oldest son said, "Dad, I do not need you to be my news reporter". Those words were in response to my repeated attempts to 'remind him' of some of his obligations. In a very passionate tone, he was informing me that he was now an adult and no longer required such reminders. On that particular night, I was indeed the one being taught to 'grow up'.
"Dad, you need to be more flexible". Such were the reply of my youngest son when I questioned his inability to return straight home after being sent on a mission. He was a new driver, and I was a 'worrier'. Up to that point, I was an A, B, C and 1, 2, 3 type of person. Now, I have learned to 'Chill'; and sometimes, I might even skip B, or forget about 3 and jump to 6. I thought 'Father knows best'. Not always.
03062017 PS Contest, Younger people who have inspired you, Brenda Chiri
101317, 2nd Contest, Parenthood, Silent One, 3P
I was turning ten and learning the tricks
The year was 1956
I remember that my mother cried
The day that Tommy Dorsey died
I still believed in Santa Claus
James Dean was a Rebel without a cause
Green Door was a rockin’ tune
Patty sang about the Allegheny Moon
Russia’s relation with Hungary thinned
Gogi Grant sang The Wayward Wind
Love was a many splendored thing
I still can hear Fats Domino sing
Carl was wearing Blue Suede Shoes
While Guy Mitchell was Singing the Blues
The movie East of Eden was so fine
A young Johnny Cash was walking the line
Robert Young in Father Knows Best
Gunsmoke was about the Old West
The Edge of Night and As the World Turns
I’ll Cry Tomorrow, my heart still burns
Be Bop A Lu La Gene did render
And Elvis crooned Love Me Tender
In Poland the people fought for a goal
We listened to No Not Much and Heart And Soul
The Navy answered Mr. Robert’s Calls
There was the premiere of Guys and Dolls
Black and White TV had Roy, Gene and Tom Mix
What a wonderful year, 1956.
From the day of our birth we are engineered,
‘do this, do that’ dictated by peers.
Father knows best, mother does too,
get a job, conform, it’s the treadmill for you!
Pass the exams, move up the ladder,
pass even more, else your life won’t matter.
Go to college or uni, or you will fail,
more exams to pass, you must prevail.
Get a career, one with prospects they say.
A proper job, one that will pay.
Doesn’t matter your dreams, won’t settle the rent.
You’re now on the treadmill, your life is spent.
Your existence suppressed, surrounded by debt,
carry on with the job, bills must be met.
Keep the proper job going, so you are told,
don’t follow your dreams; you’re now too old.
You’ve been cheated of life, not allowed to express
your true inner self with no time to address.
As you draw your last breath you might contemplate
you didn’t follow your dreams, by then it’s too late.
Faces, names, storied rememberances we have heard,
Odysseus, Alexander, so many Caesars, Kings of the Middle Ages.
More than these heroes, we remember the heroes of our family.
Wars, battles, contested strife,
Peloponnesus and the Trojan Horse, Caesar's Gaul, the Great Crusades.
More than these, we remember the pillow fights on vacation.
Thor, Zeus, Odin's might,
Egypt's Ahten, Baal, the Gods of the Pantheon of Rome.
More than these, we remember our father's strength and booming voice.
Hera, Venus, Sweet Aphrodite,
Helen of a thousand ships, Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, Catherine the Great.
More than these, we remember our mother's golden face and soothing hand.
Kin, Clans, Gangs at school,
Father Knows Best, Donna Reed, Leave It To Beaver.
More than these, we remember our cousins and our coming of age in the family.
Not all of our memories are happy ones, so many Loved Ones no longer here,
But those memories are tempered by the joyful times we had with them.
Vacations on a farm, Weddings, Christenings, Birthdays, Anniversaries, Reunions.
The unspoken word, the glance from one to another, the hidden smile on our face,
The laughter and sorrow of times together, and the joy we have in each other's company.
Most of all, we remember and cherish the unconditional love for each other . . . as Family.
(Written in response to the poem “Black and White.”)
Over age 40? Here’s some truth from the new generation.
Don’t get me wrong,
I love those old shows.
Classics for long
All that and more.
But if I may speak a while.
Sir, sit down and please don’t be sore,
And don’t view me as a child.
The shows of old are lovely and dear.
So simple and sweet
Parents needn’t be ware
Of the bad things and screams
They never harmed any babes, those old TVs.
But something’s not right
The black and the white lied you see.
The loving families of “Father Knows Best”
The eyes of “Lassie,” brilliant and true
They are no different from the mess
On our high definition color surround
The only difference, the only thing
Is that you never got to see
What went on behind the scenes.
Violence and hate survived in black.
Lies and deceit thrived in white.
Let me tell you why you really want the old shows back.
The simplicity and the friendly smiles
Were all painted on with a poor painter’s brush.
The breakfasts, the perfection, the people’s damn reactions!
All you want back to feel safe when you have the truth crushed.
The world is no different now from then.
The only difference is
Now we can zoom in.
Into the faces to see the lines
The living color reveals
The lies all of the “great actors’” eyes.
The fake and the phony
Is what you truly love, you asses.
You’ve known all along that the world never changed
Only plucked from your nose those rose-colored-glasses.
Let me tell you something, if I may.
The black and the white that you love so
Is the reason the under 40s are screwed up today.
The God they trusted as they slept in their separate beds
Is the one so many of us defy when your lies about Him were seen in color.
But now we know there are bad guys who DO win fights
And so we’ve learned to hold one another
At night when we know promises CAN be broken
The wind will CUSS from somewhere cold
And some NEVER will NEED vows
For the one they hold to know they love them.
Even though we NEVER fully knew wrong from right.
At least now we’re not hiding beneath the Black
And that White.
The Parable of The Talents speaks to whomever we might be. Investments are not 'trivial' and must not be allowed to rust. Whether rich or poor, male or female, slave or free, God has given certain gifts to each of us.
Father knows best how to distribute His gifts and He loves us all. There's no greater choice than for us to put them to their best use. It should not matter whether the endowment to us are large or small. It appears in the parable that God has a low tolerance for an excuse.
There is no doubt that God recognizes and rewards fruitfulness. History shows that God always demonstrates His goodness, but the lesson of 'The Talents Parable' is about faithfulness. God's desire is that we use our gift and share in His happiness.
91718PoSoupContest, The Parable of The Talents, Holly Primerano; Rhyme form with "ABCB scheme"; Matt. 25:14-30
My father is a very good memory in my mind,
He was very handsome and tall.
Always very kind and understanding,
He mentored our love of God and the church.
Educated my brother Tom and I to become teachers,
My brother is a secondary school teacher .
I am an elementary school teacher,
Received my twenty-five year award.
My youngest son Erik was my escort for the dinner,
My oldest son Kirk was at university.
Father married my beautiful mother Dr. Erika,
He became Dr. Wolf at the University of Toronto at Mississauga.
When Walter and my son, Kirk married the beautiful Jenn at a Muskoka Resort,
Father placed the sacred scarf on Kirk and Jenn.
What an exquisite wedding that was and they are blessed with two
beautiful children Maya and Merrick.
I wish Kirk a very Happy Father's Day with his children Maya and Merrick and his wife jenn,
Good wishes to my divorced husband Walter,
The good years living with our sons Kirk and Erik.
We wish my brother Tom a Happy Father's Day with his children Patrick and
Frieda and his wife Gail,
Happy Father's Day to Michael, Esme, Evan and his beautiful wife Antje.
We remember the beautiful years with father,
The years at the cottage in the summer.
Swims at the fitness institute,
Living in the big house with my relatives.
Good of father to make room for us,
We remember the children's father, Walter.
The responsibilities of father are usually many,
We thank him with love and gratitude.
The good years at the cottage with our parents,
These are God's kind many blessings.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz.
Where did all the flowers go, I'd sure like to know
Once a friendly place, it was a different show
Perhaps “Father Knows Best”
With “I Love Lucy” were blessed
To entertain and help us forget our many woes
DEEP sleep.
Look down on your hammer.
You had it for a short time but your fingers are still thick
Your larynx not as dumb as you’d like it to be
Your tongue is dry and your breath wheezes
And there, daddy, at the root of your maw
the steel rod stays planted, because evil has made you.
If your shame and your evil still lives
they will stay anchored in your hammer.
And the stones and gravel that are forever with you,
they too are forever free
The wind through your brown hair
gives me a heart attack, your moustache
makes me sick.
In my muddled mind, I know Daddy, you can lie back now,
and the voices can no longer say that you are a jackal.
Nor the soot from your fire has any further stain.
When a rat that’s always wanted to be a man
did your name for the jackrabbit kill itself?
That which nature didn’t know what you were.
And I think if I’m a golem, it must be too good
to be true.
Father Knows Best.
I’ve seen your work with my own eyes but I always
thought it’d be in movies.
In the bargain basement at Rite Aid
dies every day with your family.
Father Knows Best.
The Kids in the Hall once made fun of you.
Father Knows Best
The Archies had the Grand Finale
where all the songs in one strip,
didn’t make any sense.
Father Knows Best
When you didn’t send your son to college,
he wore a bucket on his head, and became
the world’s greatest magician.
Father Knows Best
You always said, “The car needs fixing, son”
So you fix it, but it still doesn’t run right.
Father Knows Best
You put up with Lola until she got an eye disease.
You let everyone live in your house.
You couldn’t keep me away from rock ‘n’ roll.
And now you are dead.
:: 04.11.2022 ::