Best Like Father Like Son Poems

(note:  picture is essential to the poem)

POTD 11-25-17

Teacher said my decisions needed consequences.
I have to write a million gazillion sorry sentences.
Billy was stupid to tease me, call my family poor.
I had to kick Billy so he wouldn’t say it more.
Just like Dad does, I...

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You lost my life.
     Sharp as a knife...
     You lost a lot of things.
     Your memory in my heart
     Still sings...

Today I gave you my secrets,
All of them, the ones from Egypt,
And those from Europe, slow motion
Swimming away across the Ocean.
I...

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My Dear Son,
It’s March
I can already hear you—
small feet like birds’ wings
fluttering through the air
skipping, hopping, laughing
chasing me chasing you

your laughter—
a chorus that fills the house
sharp and sweet as a bell
tugging at the edges of the room…..

Futures are fragile
held like a delicate orchid 
between cupped...

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Growing up 
My father and me
He did the best he could
Because once we were three
 
Events happened
And then we were two
His rise and demise
As his life withdrew
 
Looking back, to the memories we had
They never lasted for years
Some great, some sad
For an ill man he...

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Brother for sale.
I'll deliver him too.
I can send in the mail,
Wrapped in yellow or blue.

He's water potty-trained now,
But that can change in a day.
He'll be bundled with Oreos,
So he can eat on the way.

I can mail him by truck, car, or plane.
He's coming with stuff,...

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I sit, with deep contentment, by the window 
And watching the young evergreen out-shadowed
The oak tree, where love once etched on it, I sowed 

My time quietly slipped into the picture
Between my only son and his firstborn son
Between the past, the present, and the future

I...

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        "Am I a man
              Pops"

           "You are
       ...

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In nights, in stillness those small hours
The clock’s quick hands caress me more
Than I can remember yours
Once held me close so long before

I am no lamb but still think: slaughter
Is what this is, and in despair
I turn to stone, my soul to water
You were so...

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I was named ...
For my father, but not quite as you might think ...
His first name is my middle name, Richard,
And his middle name, Thomas, was my brother's first name,
(Though my brother switched his first and middle name after high school),

Now my brother's middle name...

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Still the Worst Job Ever


How do I hold thee, let me count the ways.
I hold thee trembling, beneath kitchen sinks
crouched in the darkness of the brightest days
guiding thy beam as his patience shrinks.

I hold thee dulled by lightning’s fearsome flash
shakily awaiting  unseen anger
tortured by...

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Born I was, still alive today, down, but I'll be back to say

Even at a small age, when our house burnt to the ground
Disorientated, confused, in it's smoke filled surround

With no other place to go, to a Caravan we called our home
It was the events...

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Jesus wants us to come with a willing heart
Everyone has free will
Saves all who believe in him and confess in his name
Unto him freely come all to him freely give he will 
Save with his love, mercy,hope,and grace...

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Eddie, could not have had a father better than you.
Think of all the places you took him, including to the zoo.
It’s mind blowing for me, to just count the hours,
That you spend at baseball,(I am glad for you.when it showers!)

You’re teaching him the Christian life...

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Should n't I feel so sad, when my father is dead
Should I feel Like others? Clearly knowing their fathers dead

They were truly happy  at each moment  I saw them, 
It seemed that their fathers would not die ever
This made me jealous, felt no...

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A hero is a person who 'encourages', 
That 'hero' is my beacon light; 
Everyone has a her, say it fictional or a non-fictional one, 
I've one who's non-fictional one, and I call him 'Daddy'! 

He cares for me, 
Not as a normal child, But as...

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