Best Like Father Like Son Poems
Profiling Contest Entry
The mother sat pale with an exhausted look
The policeman sat writing notes in his book
The fire, he said caused damage so bad
But we think it was arson, a crime that is bad.
The child looked up at his father and said
‘Daddy I’m tired can I now please go to bed?’
The mother patted his hand but he pulled it away
It’s strange I thought as I watched the child play.
Lining up the matches all side by side
The man with a smirk at his wife to the side
Her eyes they did plead to the husband sat there
He gave her a frown and pushed back his chair.
She sat there unloved by both of her men
It was then I knew who started the fire back then
She mumbled and blinked her leg swinging to and fro
Ignored by them both her eyes glued to her toe.
The father removed the matches from the boy
‘I’ve told you before son they are not a toy’
She jumped in her seat as he said these words
The child grabbed them back as thought he’d not heard
To the conclusion I came that the father set the fire
As I watched the boy stack them, like a funeral pyre
The woman sat afraid, the boy carried on
The father though sat back, not a care, no not one.
He had been in the army for most f his life
He liked regimental including child and wife
The boy though his father, he did now copy
When he saw him light a fire, with not one match but three.
The father although setting the fire knew his son
Now wanted him to light fires just like he had done
He took away the matches and said now my boy
‘I have told you before these are only daddy’s toy.’
© 30 09 2013 GG
Contest Entry Profiling
Like Father Like Son
Clarence X was a poet
A poet that was trained by William Shakespeare and inspired him to ignore his troublesome of selling drugs , and become a poet of positive so, he gets train and he enjoys it and learns the deep expression meanings.When William Shakespeare left the world, Clarence X was lost and all alone but he used his mind and William's advice and wisdom to continue on his journey as a poet and never gave up when he died. Clarence X words of poetry began to improve and his heart lies in Shakespeare's teaching and his magnificent work. The days has past and Clarence X meets a girl name Isabella and falls in love later on and has a baby name Clarence X Jr therefore, The senior would teach the son to not follow the negative path of the burden streets but instead use your common mentality head by focusing on the words of poetry. The senior dies in his sleep when the junior turns 26 and passes his poetry to his only son.
The senior first became a rookie train by Shakespeare in poetry
The senior became a new born legend poet when William died
The senior fell in love and had a son
The senior died a legend when he train and passes his legacy to his talented son
The son is his gift and blessings to the world of creativity
The Junior of poet is his life of the force
Like father, like son
No
Like son, like father
That is how I wish to be remembered
I wish to be remembered
Not for who I was
But for who I became
In honor of my son
I wish to be remembered
Not for being a good father
But for who I raised
To be a good son
I wish to be remembered
Not for the love I gave
But for the blessing
Of love given by my son
I wish to be remembered
Not for the times I laughed
But for the moments
My son laughed with me
I wish to be remembered
Not for when I smiled
But for the difficult days
When my son still smiled
I wish to be remembered
Not for all the good times
But for the bad ones
When my son made them better
Most of all
I wish to be remembered
For raising a man
Who I proudly call my son
Looking at my son, is like looking in the mirror
With his outlook on stuff it couldn't be clearer
His taste in women
Rival daddy's, a given
As well craving brussel sprouts and passion for caterpillars
In your mother's eyes I catch the first sight
A miracle in our lives so vibrant and bright
The pride of all married folk
A pride we will soon revoke.
Kicking into the air, you're inaugurated into my life
As I teach you everything I know.
You looked up to me with your innocent eyes
A curse that the heavens will bestow.
Your trust in me became resentment
As you grew thinking you knew more.
All I sacrificed for you
Faced my worst fears, endured your mother's tears, holding fate tightly near,
You failed to appreciate
And instead turned away from me
To you I began to depreciate
As you turned soonest to the sea.
And those eyes are still the same
But everything around them has changed.
I raised you to be the best
You turned out as bad as the rest.
Children are sweet in their innocent youth
Believing what you say and saying what they mean.
But it seems this world twists and turns
Changing the once pure inner soul.
And with a flip of a switch, a turn of the knob
The child you knew turns against you.
But can we say we were surprised?
We did the same to our fathers.
Rebelled, as we beheld rage
We too were once miracles and now we're living hell
As the maturity of time grips and makes us bitter
Bitter is time's emitter.
So let us return to those who bore us
Set an example for our offspring to mimic us
Because without em, there won't be anyone left to mourn us.
I know now I'm no longer who comes first
When I stare into my newborn baby's eyes
Dear God show him your love through me
this little bit of heaven I hold in my arms tonight
it all became so clear we're an ultimate team
that cannot be broken for this I vow
giving you my love for all eternity
as I stare and rock you gently off to sleep
tiny fingers curled up to make a fist
lips curled looking like your mad at the world
cowboys and Indians blanket wrapped around you tight
thumb sucking and singing sweet lullaby's
I watch you gently close those brightful eyes
wondering was it me but only in a smaller size
have no worries my newborn son
your new daddy will keep you safeguarded from any storm
How will I explain the birds and bees
or monsters hiding under your bed that you see
will you take my hand when your afraid of the dark
or be a brave little soldier who's marched off to war
never fear for your daddy will always be here
will ask God to watch over you each passing day
for there's alot of things I still must teach to you
like your abc's and your 123's
taking you to your first ball game
eating your first footlong hot dog
cheering for the hometown team
and just recanting the past when
you were tightly wrapped in your daddy's arms
looking at the world like you were so darn mad
but fell fast asleep to a lulabys sway
of daddy rocking his newborn son on that first father's day
Though I Only Have My Jenny
Would Not Trade Her For The World
But Would Of Loved To Had A Son Also
Tribute To All The
Wonderful Father's
Happy Father's Day
RIP Daddy {1925-1981}
Thousands of abandoned cats and dogs ? Running wild in the streets of her Detroit
Slums as ghettos with endless lines, shattered lives redundant this verse it's hearse
Their rich whom rule the world ? His bride Frankenstein these, offspring be hades ?
Godless orphans one might believe; whom cannot see, past the flames they exhale
Breathe and nefarious ways; his ram with multi-national corporations lifting horns..
Covered of tears as innocent blood Alpha's, children ? Still trying to justify, your evil.
For many years I have known a family in which
four out of five sons, like their father, went into
business for themselves. Interesting enough, the fifth son, now 59, was nine months old when the father passed away. Same blood; same DNA, but he has never ventured into a business of his own.
Seems rather telling, and it paints a vivid picture
of the simile, 'Like Father Like Son'. Self-reliance,
entrepreneurship, industry, and initiative. The 'details' are deeper, and the 'likeness' can be rather subtle.
The 'likeness' goes far beyond the physical, and only
discerning hearts are able to probe the very core and
essence of life; and therein, expose clarities beyond
morality or visible habits.
Not all apples are created equal. My wife sent me to the store to buy a certain kind of apple for her 'apple turn-overs'. They were apples from 'a tree' like all the rest, but only one type of apple was suitable for her turn-overs.
072722PSCtest, Simile Contest, Hilo Poet
I never thought it’s something I’d live to see……I’m not sure whether to be happy or sad
But today it finally happened to me…I turned into my dad.
We are supposed to welcome the good traits…we inherit from our mom dad
But we’re also, there is no debate…expected to overcome the bad.
I loved my father but when I was young…my friends and family would stare
When over at my house they hung…and saw Dad in his underwear.
Dad didn’t seem to notice or care…the chortles and the snorts
As he would walk from here…to there…clad only in his boxer shorts.
Oh, I thank you Dad…is only fair…for all the good traits I received from you
But I promised myself walking around in my underwear…is something I’d never do.
I kept that promise for 66 years…In my underwear I would never stray
I was doing fine…or so it appears…until earlier today.
Deborah, Bryan and I were working hard…in the heat of the Florida sun
Moving our camper into our side yard…and it was anything but fun.
The camper was not cooperating…our best plans were derailed
as despite some great collaborating…every attempt had failed.
Every muscle in my body ached and I was dirty from my head down to my toes
so I decided to take a little break…go inside and change my clothes.
I’d like to blame it on the heat of the day…as I was totally unaware
until I heard Deborah laugh then say…Jim, you’re in your underwear.
I can’t believe it, I sighed….and I could hear their chortles and snorts
as I quickly rushed back inside to put on a pair of shorts.
When I returned I had to smile…I had become my dad, it’s true
And I stopped to wonder…for a little while…if Dad was smiling too.
Father drives a stage coach
always carries a gun
Son's a driven 'Sage Coach'
shoots for motivation