Best Like A Father Poems
Brick upon each brick I build
As I stack heavy stones one by one
Sweat and tears, love and fears
To create an earthly castle under the sun.
Damages by hurtful weather come,
Ravages against a fortress that was strong
With scrapped knees and promised pleas,
I feel defeated, do you hear my song
My sweet so sweet, little girl
With marshmallows, I will form
A castle complete, where we can meet
I wish to protect you from the storm
Like a father, you take my hand
Guiding me to our castle in the sky
No longer bound, to earth by stone
The world less daunting from on high
Look at the earth far down below
Above we're illuminated by the sun
The best part is your princess smile
You open the drawbridge for everyone
With open arms you greet each child
Joy everlasting awaits each one
Within this castle, where the angels meet,
Built with love and warmed by the sun
A collaboration with Casarah Nance.
Thanks for inviting me to write, it was a pleasure.
Written August 7, 2015
By: Casarah Nance & Richard Lamoureux
For Shadow Hamilton's "Partner up" contest.
Rising early to seek the Lord, while he may be found
I take a breath to cleanse my heart while the world keeps spinning ‘round
As the sun peaks o’er the edge to wake from thoughtful sleep
I find my own thoughts leaning to, and plunge in waters deep
I think about the hands of God; the wounds he took for me
The weight of that heavy cross he bore to set me free
I think of his strong and sure embrace to comfort when I’m down
How those hands lift me up and turn my every frown
When sickness rears its ugly head, His hands are there to heal
I know He’s with me when I pray, hands touch me when I kneel
His hands are there to point the way; they’ve guided all along
His hands, like a father should, correct me when I’m wrong
When my very world is shaking, I know that Heaven stands
When my anxious heart is breaking, I’ll not let go His hands.
By Christopher Thor Britt and Lucy Gutierrez Matos - 2014
Motif: Spirituality
A Collaboration
Nightmares, shame, and despair---
You don't go anywhere.
All alone in your mind
even with someone by your side.
You think, "Why can't everyone just leave me alone?"
You thought the hint would be cutting off the phone.
But everyone wants you to release your cares.
The next thing you do is frown and ask, "Where?"
Stinkin' thinkin' is what your mom calls it.
Bad thoughts falling down a bottomless pit.
You wake up hoping those feelings disappear;
but, as usual they end up going nowhere.
You can't seem to get rid of the pain
and in your heart an eternal rain.
No one really knows how you feel
and you have friends that always ask, "What the deal?"
But tomorrow always comes.
Bad days for you, but good for some.
Disparaging words flow in and out of your head.
You're alive but you're living like you're dead!
They're like cobwebs in your mind
that you can't seen to bind.
The hurt is always there
which has always been your fear.
You don't see the destruction your thoughts have created.
Yet relationships were destroyed with the people you've dated.
You allowed your pain to take away time.
Your anger towards others has become the real crime.
It all boils down to that one thing in your past.
A terrible time that from your mind you've yet to cast.
The pain from the physical and spiritual rape
that rolled around in your head like an old videotape.
The abuser was like a father to you
and when it first happened there was nothing you could do.
You felt trapped like you could go nowhere.
His power over you was to instill that fear.
The "fear" is what's wrong
and you must discover another heart song.
Up to this point life hasn't been the best.
Maybe letting go of this is the next test.
There has always been someone that has loved you.
Someone who is capable of taking you through.
He's a Friend that sticks closer than a brother,
Jesus--- a Savior like no other!
If you don't give it to Him so you can thrive
you will plummet to the depths and never survive.
Why am I still here?
she asks herself again.
The mound of hair lying in her palm
feels heavy like dying worms
trying in vain to squirm away.
When her husband sees her,
fragile as a broken-winged bird
in her loose nightgown,
he takes the brush from her hand
and weakly smiles as he chokes down
tears. He cannot hide his guilt or pain,
thinking he's the one who should be brave.
Outside, an owl dives into the grassy
field. For a moment, she can feel
the brush of its wings in the breeze,
but he only feels her suffering
and the thickness of looming death
in the cloud of her labored breath.
Most of all, he feels a desperate ache,
reminding of the loneliness
that awaits him.
Despite her constant pain,
she feels buoyant today.
The gravitational pull
she once felt in her bones
no longer draws her
towards the earth’s core.
She almost feels like God, himself,
was reaching down from Heaven
to pull her into His embrace,
like a father welcoming his child home.
In the mirror, she looks behind
the dull shade of her listless eyes
and sees the beautiful colors
of omniscient love. She sees Heaven.
The contradictions of divine reflection
are indescribable. Light that is brighter
and more vivid than the sunniest day
in summer fills her being. Yet, it glows soft
and serene, like an eternal flame
to comfort her from within.
She prays
that she may
harness the light,
a loving warmth
to heal his hurt,
to share with him
always.
Written 5/27/20 for Regina Riddle’s
Heaven Contest
Let Go
The last tiny leaf...
waits at the end of the branch.
Below,
there are several feet to fall,
and then there is a river;
the Green.
The cold of winter has long set in,
and the last survivor of the prior year,
refuses to succumb to the moment of truth.
Below the water continues,
and life goes on.
A few more days,
then only a few more hours,
moments;
the enviable,
the inescapable...
happens.
Released,
from the last tether of life,
the small...
brittle, but unbroken...
a perfect sheet of brown and gold;
a living newspaper...
all about yesterday,
now only a single truth cast free.
Falling down,
eternally...
the value of all things past,
less than was thought it would be.
The future,
the way of the Maker,
and the Master.
The plan laid out in the very beginning.
This... this is only the end.
Fear not as the wind touches the leaf's surface.
It holds it like a father holds a child...
for the first time.
Swept away into the horizon of another day,
one with a host of angels all around,
and a King upon the throne.
It is not so scary to just be...
a leaf, anymore.
All around, smoke ribboned from ashtrays
and mushroomed on the stained ceiling.
There, in the corner, F. Lee Bailey glared,
like a father watching his ill behaved children,
but, as children do, they ignored him.
Irving Kanarek leaned on the far end of the bar.
He was equally ignored,
as barristers sought their pecking order
in a gaggle of egos.
Over the bar a sign hung, "The Bench",
where ironically, the bartender, in jest,
would be asked to "judge" the winner of some petty spat.
Conversation was tediously interrupted as night progressed,
"Objection your honor,l he's badgering the witness"!
"Objection sustained" would ring out from behind the bar,
but amidst all the pseudo legalese, a pall hung ~
draping down the walls like smoke.
They must laugh for sanity but
the killer set free, who would kill again
became the dragon in the room
that would follow them home...
Note: F. Lee Bailey defended the Boston Strangler. OJ Simpson and others
and Irving Kanarek defended Charles Manson
God sees your every tear
and puts them in a bottle;
God hears your every cry
and writes down your prayers.
God reaches for your soul
to touch it like a Father;
God draws near your heart
to give comfort and ease cares.
And God wants to show
you all that he can do.
God wants you to know
He is right there with you.
God's criticism towards our life
Is like a father-&-son relationship
-- he disciplines us well with peace
I remember the day Trixie died,
Sinbad staring out upon her grave.
No crying, just day after day, homage.
I couldn’t stand seeing the pain,
Nothing I did, petting, holding,
Could bring him away from the grave.
So down to the pet store I drove
Hoping for a partner to please
And found a pair of cuddles, babies
Arms wrapped together in play
One black one orange which should it be?
Orange like Sinbad or black?
But how could I take one from another
Leave another hole, so black and orange
Babies two, drew Sinbad back over
To sleep the peaceful sleep of cuddles
Warmth from another, held like a mother
Or held like a father, Sinbad was mine
Once more we could live in happy cheer
Death deserted from our midst
When the wonder of youth appeared.
Like a father
I am security
I don't bother
I just survive
I must suffer
For this world
I must carry on
For my girl
To survive...
I take the blows
Life won't give in
Why should I?
Will I ever win?
Who the hell knows?
I won't give up
Just one more blow
That's the stuff
All the struggles
All the hate
It's a lifetime
It was fate
It is sacred
It is scary
I must make it
I must carry
Polishing our mind is one of your goals
Assist not only students but people around you
Unfold our minds into reality,
Lighten our spirits to dream and pursues more.
Just any other man you are full of sense of humor
Outside the class you are like a father to us,
Strengthen our hearts when we feel low
Encourages everyone to study and glow,
Professor inside the university and full of respect you showed
Helping us to understand every lessons you blow.
You may be just any ordinary man
And mistakes sometimes are done,
Taking every challenges to success be made
Rises from every failure you take
In the end, the top is meet and break
Cease every chances, every minute and every day
Keep dreaming, keep running and keep shining!
Hope this simple poem made you smile
And remember us for a while
Many thanks is what i can say
One time you became part of my days
Yielding us to better man someday!
This is it the real me, the me you haven’t met
I bet you don’t believe it, that’s if you do bet
I am tall, but not beautiful, and not very slim, I am afraid
But back in my younger days I was considered a saucy maid.
My heart is full of love but very well disguised
Some think I am hard as nails and that’s because I’m wise
If you hold your heart out, for everyone to see
They will take advantage, especially of me.
So I let them think otherwise, but I’m always here to help
Just keep those puppy eyes off me, or my heart will melt
I grew up in poverty, but there was love in the home
It just got put aside sometimes, when we were left alone.
In strange homes we’d find ourselves, not really sure why
But we had each other, we could hold each other and cry
Then there were the bad days when all our nightmares did come true
But we still had each other and so we all came through.
Time to grow up, and take what life did throw at us
Use our bond of love forever, let’s forget about life’s fuss
We none of us grew up, without our scars from living
But when your heart is soft, you can do lots of forgiving.
I dedicate these words to my eldest brother James
Like a father and a mother to us in everything, but name
His demons didn’t leave him and not knowing hearts would break
If only he knew the gap he left when his own life he did take.
If only he were with us to see how his children have grown
If only he could feel the pride in them a pride he should have known
To James although I never heard you, ever called by that name
We loved you dearly brother and we feel no shame.
A long time you’ve been gone you took so much with you
But our love still holds, it will be forever true
Through no fault of your own and you bear no sin
Just remember we still love you, my eldest brother Jim.
19/03/ 2014 © GG
To Jim 1951 - 1990
TOMORROW WILL BE BETTER?!?!
You said that on a million yesterdays!
Look at the calendar, it’s laughing at you.
Dude, are you SERIOUS?!
You should dress up like a “Father” on Halloween!
You can’t see through that old mask anymore.
I must still look like a little girl to you,
the crying five-year-old you forgot to pick-up from school,
the hopeful eight-year-old you promised that you'd be right back….
Don’t you know?!
All of those seasons, all of those missed moments,
all of the times that Father Time ticked me off,
placed a “no vacancy” sign across my heart and
brought me to this sad reality:
You laid down and made me,
but never stood up and raised me.
So, take your bull****, all of that lying ****,
that tomorrow will be better ****,
and make your grass greener
for Easter and
on the other damn side.
Hallmark should make a
Deadbeat Dad card.
Until then,
I'M NOT BUYING IT!
When I am broken dear Lord you carry me,
hold me and protect me from life's storm;
for this world can be so cruel and so evil,
words whirling like bees in a swarm.
When someone tries to break my spirit Lord,
their words stab me like sharp knives;
and all because you gave me this gift of writing,
oh, yes Lord, true- I am a girl who survives.
When I am strong you just stand close and watch,
but today you are carrying me through my pain;
and you kiss my tears away and soothe my hair,
like a father- you protect me from the rain.
_______________________________
December 3, 2019
Poetry/Quatrain/When I am Broken
Copyright Protected, ID 19- 1205-100-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the Premier contest, Your Best New Poem
sponsor, Emile Pinet
First Place
Good & Evil sat down to dine,
one clear, midsummer’s eve.
They feasted and ate from their porcelain plates,
on vegetables, cream and roast beef.
Now Good & Evil were friends in a sense,
but often they quarreled and fought.
They would haze each other, and engage each other,
in topics both narrow and broad.
Evil laid claim; “I bask in the fame,
that man has so hastily given me.
He has pushed to the front all the bad he has done,
and sated his bloodlust with misery!”
As soon as he said this, he got a text message,
from Boredom, who wanted to visit.
“Thanks to Boredom, I prosper; he is like a father,
he is popular, and I have missed him."
At this, there was heard a knock at the door,
Loneliness, desiring to be needed.
-Or perhaps Loneliness needed desiring,
but Evil happily received him.
Now Evil’s expression gave way to a smirk,
and he wiped his cold lips with a napkin.
“My dear Good, pray, what is your worth?
To be overlooked whenever you happen?
This world is a bore and empty without us,
it is obvious man has agreed.
And it should be noted, transcribed and quoted,
you cannot exist without me!”
Good took a swig of his fizzy beverage,
and said; “you don't cease to amaze me.
I’ll admit it is true that some look up to you,
but, my friend, I am strong and you’re lazy.
For, if you take time, I am sure you will find,
that every man can be great.
He’s survived this long because he is strong,
Love is hard, but what’s easy is Hate.
Therefore, in closing, I am thus proposing,
if man must choose his temperament.
Evil tidings will always be none worth reminding,
-but when there is Good, one remembers it.