Best Fathers Poems
Upon waking up this day, a single tear
Father your eternal immortality
Still proves wise and gracious
I haven’t been misled by popular opinion
Which should be taken with a grain of salt
You showed me how to expose the counterfeits
who foster misperceptions,
Which have shaped our faith
How to think with an open mind, heart, and soul
Father, your every word was a rare gift
A worth guide__
A teardrop of glad remembrance and a
Prayer for your soul
A sudden rain
cloaked the rail path
Lightning strikes were furious
Thunder storms drum big
Windows drenched in rain
Unable to see the scenes
Uncertain about the future
As we were trapped inside
Dreading the journey,
Holding my dad's fingers
I closed my eyes;
Leaning on his arms
Lamenting the harms
Frightened me, cried
To wipe out my tears,
he made me hear
his childhood memories
and funny stories
To obliterate my fear,
he enunciated his, failed cracks
and success tracks
"Beleive in the driver
and relish the journey"
He boldly advised
By sharing his life's journey
He made that messy journey
The memorable one
The stories I heard on that ride
could be correlated with all the current
and future circumstances
The lesson I assimilated
Is my guiding light
Even after the halt of the train
The words he uttered
resonated deeply inside
and still resonating
even after his demise
and will keep on resonating
throughout my life
Happy Father's day
You kept your faith with cannons flaming
when cowards left, their souls ablaze.
You kept your trust--thy will proclaiming--
from none but death to sing your praise.
Your word has always been its treasure
when pain and suffering claimed their due.
You never sought a languid pleasure
from less than what you knew was true.
You always treasured those in passing,
just as those whose hearts you held.
Your bond to life is everlasting
far beyond what grace compelled.
Your legacy is yet to be written;
the end is not what you have done.
It's toll is measured in lessons given
and lived with pride by this fathers son.
If Poetry Contest
Sposored by Silent One
10/18/2018
1st. Place
From your hands that dipped me in cool tubs
and soft morn wakes, you were the gentle lion
taming my bohemian strains; the lamb of summer
rain catching me like a feather on your palm...
always, your balm poured moon glow of bliss,
erring only when my restless flowers needed
to bend: from where pictures stood, time bowed
shaping night talks, life’s edges, and paused faces.
Then the gas light dripped on lacquered frames,
silhouettes fading as I collected our thoughts—
marbles in my pocket—to keep me safe
from cold winds, rough dreams. And tonight,
my breath grows wild, noting the fabric of revelries
as I click past lenses : you smile; you laugh.
Just when evening’s done, you reach your arms
in slow motion to hold me close again...hands
that dipped me then, gone, without saying goodbye
from a wave of coma when I was only 24. Yet among
old photographs, we embrace through love's eyes...
Daddy, you're my special treat every day!
Tell Us About Your Dad Contest
Sponsor: Judy Konos
Carved from tree.
Perfect
dreamy face, sadness not a trace.
A wood carver dreams of having child.
A spirit wistful running wild.
A hand to hold, a mouth that smiles.
He sits there thinking for a while.
Each piece of wood he cuts away,
one step further from that day.
Strings attached to arms head and back,
the image perfect only a soul he lacks.
He looks at his puppet and sheds a tear,
if only he had a real boy here.
No Fairy Godmother to hear his plea.
A dream unfullfilled will never be.
A carved puppet with little button nose,
perfectly formed fingers and little toes.
He looks at the puppet hangs him high.
Takes a deep breath wipes his eyes.
All his hopes cut away with a knife.
Cancer took the dream from him and his wife.
Debbie Guzzi's
Dream On Contest
July 24th, 2013
Happy Father’s Day to my Late Son Rob
My son, my sweet son, you now are at rest.
Of all fathers my son, you were the best!
Your son emulates you the best he can.
You taught him how to become a great man.
Almost twenty years you shared with your wife,
With family love you lived a great life.
Organs you donate will help others live,
A legacy you unselfishly give.
I am proud of you son, as you take part,
Some fortunate soul will live with your heart.
You tried to live and put up a great fight.
As you depart and go into the light,
Your sisters will miss you, you helped each one.
You were a great brother, my precious son.
You were only with us forty four years.
You’ll be remembered with love not our tears.
June 1, 2021
I wish all you Father’s a very Happy Father’s Day!
*This poem was written for my late son Rob who
had a severe stroke and was pronounced brain dead on
May 29, 2021. He saved over 6 lives by donating his
organs. Rob leaves behind my eleven year old grandson
Brody, and his wife Akiko. I want to thank each of you
who prayed for my son to recover. Thank you all for your
kind condolences.The love sent from my poetic family has
helped me greatly.
God touches us with healing hands
if we will just believe
he’ll take away our every pain
our sorrows when we grieve.
He’ll hold us in his loving arms
and wipe away our tears
and in the darkest part of night
he’ll ease all of our fears.
For God the Father’s love is pure
much purer than the snow
and when we accept him in our hearts
it’s then that we will know
that no other love can ever compare
to the love we feel inside
for a father who loved us all so much
that upon a cross he died.
Even in our darkest hour
his love will light the way
so that we might have eternal life
with him in heaven someday.
I’m the prince with calloused palms
up at dawn with stifled yawns; pulling on boots
feeding pigs and herding cows - stuck in mud, it’s raining now
and as I plough, I dream of life... not on a farm
of white walled castles crowned in gold (like the tales told of old)
where beautiful princesses dance and laugh
(with roaring fires in their hearths) blowing kisses at princes
brave and bold - none of them shivering, miserably cold
but dreams are dreams, and so I plough
heir to acres; fit and well (and down in the village, there is this girl)
I have no castle, but I’ll ask for her hand
in time, a son, and new prince of this land
Father’s are wonderful people
Too little understood
And we do not sing their praises
As often as we should…
For, somehow, Father seems to be
The man who pays the bills
While mother binds up little hurts
And nurses all our ills…
And father struggles daily
To live up to his image
As protector and provider
And “hero of the scrimmage”
And perhaps that is the reason
We sometimes get the notion
That fathers are not subject
To the thing we call “emotion”
But if you look inside Dad’s heart
Where no one else can see
You’ll find he’s sentimental
And as “soft” as he can be
But he’s so busy every day
In the grueling race of life
He leaves the sentimental stuff
To his partner and his wife
But fathers are just wonderful
In a million different ways
And merit loving compliments
And accolades of praise
For the only reason Dad aspires
To fortune and success
Is to make the family proud of him
And to bring them happiness
And like our heavenly father
He’s a guardian and a guide
Someone we can count on
To be always on our side.
Dear merciful and gracious God
The Supreme Father of wisdom
The One who provides knowledge and understanding
The guiding light of all creation
Leader, provider, and shepherd of our fathers
I call upon You today in a mighty way
Please shed Your love of intercession on our fathers
Guide their feet while they run this race
Strengthen their hearts as they walk Your way
Cleanse their thoughts as they strive to stay on Your path
Provide them with hope as they learn to pray
Sustain them with Your love from day to day
Touch their total being as the family’s foundation
Show them wisdom to provide wise counsel
Open their hearts to impart Your values and the Gospel
Walk with them and guide their feet around sinking sand
Listen to their pleas all across Your land
Mold them as You are the potter and they are the clay
Teach them how to kneel with children and pray
Talk with them as they would with their child and family
Impart divine wisdom, knowledge, and understanding upon them
Wrap them in Your mercy and surround them with Your glory
These blessings I ask as Your humble servant
In the name of Your begotten son Jesus
The Morning Star of all creation
Singing praises to His name
Henceforth until everlasting
Bless all fathers today and always,
Amen!
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Author’s comments: I thank God for my father, Kenneth Spence, a great father. He was the
kind of person when the dinner table was set you don’t want to be late. His stories were
entertaining and victorious. His instructions were always helpful and meritorious and his
praises uplifting and glorious. May he rest in peace!
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© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., (Epulaeryu Master) 6/20/2010
All Rights Reserved, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA
Senior Advisor, to Founder of Motivational Strips
Ambassador De Literature
Noble Star of Literature 2018
Living Legend of the 21st Century
Pentasiv B World Friendship Poetry Featured Poet 2019
Not once did i ever see my father tear up.
Not once.
Never did i see him get emotional.
Blue with haze.
He was scared.
But he never cried.
A tear had never once fell from his rosey toned cheeks.
Those rosey tones caused by a rush of relaxation.
A rush of forgetfulness.
Crushed cans.
Like his crushed feelings.
But never once did he cry.
Never once did my father take his glasses off upon his face.
Off his bright red nose, caused by the sun that he worked under every day.
The crimson sun, hard on these men’s life and back.
Never once did i see him rub his eyes.
Not because he didn’t care.
But because he took care of his emotions.
Buried down as far under his stance.
Past the ground where he stood tall as a man.
Rooted there like a tree that is rooted for life.
As the years show my independence.
As my growth away from the nest,
So far away i may become.
Never trying to at all show the blue.
Never in front of another eye.
Never in front of a sight.
Because you are weak.
You are so weak.
You are so weak if it spills.
Never once did my father cry.
Never once did i cry.
Never once did we not not care.
We cared.
As the universe crawls into the darkest parts of the world;
?Time never exists,
Experiences rather than time.
Things always consistently changing and happening for an untold reason.
Never once did he cry.
Never once did i cry.
Never once did we cry,
Until tonight.
I saw his tear,
His chocked up throat.
He saw my tears,
Hard, hitting the floor.
We stood there,
Face to face, tear to tear.
We cared.
...And Alexander Hamilton,
though know for controversy,
served alongside Washington
in the war to make us free.
Helped build up our new armed forces,
set the stage for our economics,
the prosperity we still enjoy,
he had a lot to do with it.
The man stood against slavery
when many just chose to ignore
the problem as unsolvable,
unwilling to seize something more.
He rose up from bastardry
to shape a nation not formed yet,
I think we should remember more
then the sad method of his death.
Then there is His Excellency,
George Washington earned that in full,
the only American soul
who any dare call by that title.
Stuck with an untrained army,
often outnumbered and outclassed,
he wouldn’t fight by Europe’s rules,
and the British he would outlast.
Ill-supplied and often hungry,
he kept the militas going,
and though they would have made him King
he gave it up voluntarily!
Taught us how to be a president,
was not a known thing in those days,
then even left that so he could farm,
the depths of his honor amaze…
Last is the one who didn’t arrive
until three generations later,
Lincoln, the man who finished the job,
that Great Emancipator.
Some would say he wasn’t a founder,
but I must include him within,
the nation we know traces right back
to the great deed done by him.
An ordinary politician
in a nation torn all apart,
forced to grow into a hero,
enough to test any man’s heart.
Forced to fight a murderous war
admist voices calling out for peace,
knowing defeat meant more chaos,
and millions left in slavery…
Nowadays voices spurn these men,
choosing to recall only mistakes,
forgetting that their bold ideas
are what have made this country great.
Teachers prattle on like socialists,
killers of one hundred million souls,
all of our mistakes pale next to that,
it’s a direction none should go.
But the wisdom of the founders
transcends the confines of their day,
they took on the challenge of freedom,
that’s a challenge that don’t go away.
If we take the time to heed them
then we can continue on thriving,
we should revere the founding fathers,
in truth we owe them everything.
Happy Father' s Day To All Papas In The World
(Including My Husband, My father, and My father -in- law )
P.S : Christina wanted to sing Happy Fathers Day to her daddy , and to all daddies in the world
So...If you care to listen, its her voice along with a youtube little song dedicated to all : )
Thought I'd post it today, because tomorrow we'll be celebrating the event, and maybe wouldn't log in..:)
We star it off with Ben Franklin,
American renaissance man,
whose industry and sharp wit
made him the richest in the land.
Lived out an American dream
before the country ever was,
entertained with his writings and
helped discover scientific law.
Pushed hard for independency
and helped form the Declaration,
then served us diplomatically
to get help for the new nation.
His writings still offer wisdom
that is useful to this day,
a man quite worthy of study,
even spoke against keeping slaves.
Then of course there is John Adams,
an irascible, difficult type,
but a bulldog for our freedom,
no matter the British might.
Maybe his greatest contribution
came after his reelection loss,
he didn’t war, cling to power,
Adams honorable went off
into a long retirement
where he wrote down wisdom sage,
his letters to Jefferson
are a gift to every age.
For choosing honor above power,
founding a family that served,
I think learning from his example
is something that he has earned.
Jefferson is also in the ranks,
the Declaration his finest feat,
a mind that truly understood
what it took to make men free.
Not a perfect soul at all,
he never did free his slaves,
but his words of ‘Life and Liberty’
began the countdown to that day.
The Louisiana Purchase
opened a new and vast frontier,
he said to fear a church and state,
wisdom that we still hold dear.
The man’s massive book collection
became the Library of Congress,
now the largest in the world,
I think we all can learn from this.
James Madison we owe so much,
the Constitution’s driving force,
foundation for a nation that
would known tyranny no more.
A brain that recognized the need
to put great limits on power,
would come to push the Bill of Rights,
our government’s finest hour.
What he wrote in The Federalist
is studied by serious minds
for setting out firm principles,
applicable to any time.
And though his time as president
was a checked span at best,
he’s the Constitution’s father,
to that fact we should all attest...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
We have a laugh, and drink a beer,
Play some golf, and hunt for deer.
Your patience and wisdom, is without test,
Your confidence and clarity, is at its best.
Mentor and Dad, is what you are,
Saved and glad, your faith will go far.
I’m thankful and blessed, with a father like you,
Proud at its best, for the little things that you do.
Love and care, are words that I say,
Friendship to share, on Happy Father’s Day!
To: “Pop”
Love,