Best Paternal Poems

What i always wanted in life
Was an ideal dad
One who cared about family happiness 
And could cheer us up when were sad.

I always wanted a kind man, one who’s patient
And to him his family meant the world
I wanted a man to validate me 
By telling...

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Through the unfinished step goes 
with time as we walk in repose.
 
Blindly his son has observed us through the blue and glowing days 
blessed through His paternal rays.

Though, close still the blinds we pull, 
through His breath rite of baptism waters cool.

Flourish rapture strings...

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When we learned our elderly, kind granddad had died,
All paternal cousins traveled, gathered and cried.
Later, the ‘reception drive’ offered varied rides;
In Rachel’s auto, they shared a liquor-filled flask
And in Rob’s ancient van, a joint or two was passed.
If any cousin did not seek a high...

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They say the Father wound

runs deep in society

as it keep you from each other

same as father daughter

materialism creates a chasm

beyond the father wound

 

I think

 

Mother wound is now equal

in the pursuit of equality

career is paramount

the maternal drive is subdued

oh, there'll be time later

but what...

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Screaming writhing violent
uncontrollable spasms of abandonment
immediately followed her (like Mary's lamb)
where e'er she went
verbal communication attempt didst rent
ear piercing outpouring

barrage heard clearly by vested gent,
a bajillion miles away e'en
stymying the likes of Lois Lane, Clark Kent
or special ABC letter writ agent,
when aforementioned younger daughter
raged day...

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Though thine two grown
     former babes in crib age,
now lead checkered lives,
     no longer monopolize my time

     as though their persons went backstage
either one embracing, judging,
     and negotiating positive
...

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To Husserl's phenomena,
enchanting and disenchanting
healthy and pathological
and all colors in-between,
We might remedially add relationships,
cooperative and competitive
and all hues and cries in-between

To play our LeftEgo with Right Sacred EcoTribe
DNA-enscribing
Wins for convex phenomena
and Wins for concave ecstatic relationships,
Win/Lose in-between wu wei,
and Lose/Lose
not not
dualdark double-phenomenology
inside/outside polynomially irrational
pathological climate...

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How does it taste to have a father—
sweet, tasteless, bitter or sour?
Somebody to tell me in an hour,
before I can go any farther.

How does it taste to have a father—
joyful, ordinary, sorrowful or painful?
Let me know lest my efforts go wasteful
before I can go any...

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Venerated paternal puissant prophet...

His buzzfeeding spirit jump started
and kindled eternally his uplifting karma,
thus I present genuine psalm
remembrance of things past hallelujah!

Lemme automatically shift figurative gears
and apprise thee dear reader,
when a series of irreversible unfortunate events
accelerated our dependence on Karen Winkle
(another resident here at Highland Manor),
who...

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Paternal Link Forfeited And Forsaken!

Irreparable father/daughter bond,
particularly with eldest an ache
that reinforces inadequacy,
keeps yours truly awake,
more so now versus

countless years elapsed,
when cherished bond did break
since ample hours prevail,
while said progeny
(i.e. star student) diligently accomplishes,

successful swansong swimmingly
freestyle with her (man) drake
near perfect match, who will never
induce...

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Paternal grandmother's headstone - Beth David, Elmont, Long Island

Shaindel (Sadie), variant of Shana Harris
died May 13th, 1959 exquisitely chiseled
alphanumeric characters legibly engraved
sepulchral casket entombing lovely bones
deoxyribonucleic acid repurposed into me
Matthew Scott Harris patronymic protector,
when I die taking family surname to netherland
who unwittingly named his youngest...

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Paternal Grandfather Aaron Harris...

Lovely bones long since disintegrated
into dustbin of genealogical history,
if still alive would rank as oldest person
clocking another one incremental increase
asper in chronological number
anniversary of his birth occurring within July

year unknown, but within
latter decades nineteenth century
obviously conceived nine months prior
perhaps after raucous Thanksgiving...

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Old and bent when she sat in her gooseneck rocker
Waiting for the angelic shout to call her home
Grandma was best described as very prim and proper.

When we learned she was gone it was a shocker
I recall her braiding her hair with a fine-tooth comb
Old and...

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"War and Peace in the Days of Love’s Retribution"



All is fair 
in Love and War
they say 

Lost are the
gambling angels
who walk tight ropes

from the point 
where time departed
the jewel stolen from her crown 

sacrificed for 
something better
a child’s happiness

another fallen 
goddess 
tripping between 

the cracks...

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In realms beyond, where shadows dance with glee,
Draw near, sweet child, and heed my decree.
Though my earthly form resides, in silent repose,
My essence endures, as life’s eternal cycle flows.

Fear not the cold, silent stone’s embrace,
For here, pitting bones and rotting flesh replace.
Seek instead the dawn’s...

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