Best Paternity Poems
A golden coin flipped into the sky
One side is absolute truth
the other side is stamped with lies
Hope it lands right/wrong side up
so you can partially realize
the truth doesn’t always set you free
Sometimes deception leads to wise
Neither side exists
without the other
Truth and lies are Siamese brothers
Born of necessities
yet neither of them has a mother
Look up look down
all things can offend and bother
Absolute truth or filthy clean lies
there are so many things that they Father
We are temporary our purpose is significant fodder
so through our inequities we wander
Spin the coin
the image you will see
is the blending of who we think we might be
Witness our insanity
by looking back at lying throughout history
Yet there is truth hidden
flickering within the spin
start over finish
once more begin
Words alone can’t set us free
Centrifugal force thinking
trapped inside each possibility
Rooted in our impure paternity
Watch how friends become the enemy
Perspectives changing depending on adversity
Truthfully can anyone know
who they are meant to be
Rise up or see life on bended knee
What is it that words hope inspire
A coin can only be destroyed by fire
Live life find what you desire
We’re all tethered together
by a hidden wire
Truth or a lie
lower and higher
Kind or cruel
or self loathing despiser
We’re born of muck and mire
Aspire to be a flyer
or maybe just a consumed buyer
Still all energy will eventually expire
do it all before you tire
Tell the absolute truth
or if you choose be a liar!
06/25/2018
Submitted to Brenda Chiri's Abandon Poetry Contest.
Categories:
paternity, perspective,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Daughter, neglected by maternity
A button missing were her eye should be
Abused and abundant by paternity
Her limb missing were her leg should be
Expected to know the origins of charity
Love omitted from were her heart should be
Against all odds, to reach her maturity
In reality, adopted by a broken society
Of child and woman abusers, inequality
With each step, she becomes a step-
Daughter, despised by her competing step-
Sisters, losing the will to extend herself
Her education ferments high on a shelf
Absent mentors, no substitution
The sun sets on her bright future
A childhood deprived of true joys
Increasing her desire for real toys
Her reasoning capacity, a silent voice
Indecision a symptom of her poor choice
Her soul searches for a father figure
In a boy met under similar circumstance
Her identity lost to home affairs
His real intentions far from hers
A love child raised by other children
In a no child zone, her new comfort zone
Her Barbie thinned, cries for a meal a day
Granted, no chance to grow and play
12-13-2014
Categories:
paternity, abuse, school,
Form:
Rhyme
Hare trigger instincts
always served Roger well
He had an oh, no-no lettuce nose —
a hyper-keen sense when to leave
Roger was rabbit good
at knowing when
to skip out on his responsibilities
Before bedtime stories
would end afoul, he could always tell
the impending sour cabbage signs —
The ***** scent in the air pregnant with crisis ...
rabbit feet had better odds,
than a roll of the dices
Women said he was a tricky daddy dodger,
his friends said it was in his DNA
The court affidavits said his name was Roger,
the summons said he wouldn’t pay
Those hare trigger instincts
always served Roger well
Pearl hip handles, he loved to caress
Hop aboard a bullet train,
when the bad news got belly swell
Twitchy nose rabbit hole escape
was his poker face tell
But one determined Alice
didn’t give
the baby carrot carriage subject a rest
Roger got tortoise marriage cold feet,
half-hearted turnip turtle vows
was his delay strategy best guess
Women said he was a tricky parent draft dodger,
his friends said it was in his rabbit DNA
The court affidavits all said his name was Roger,
the arrest warrant said he wouldn’t pay
Roger has good long hare instincts,
he’s Copperfield cool ... a Houdini Blondie
Angel Eyes bad you better not blink,
every time your back is turned, he gon flee
So deadbeat ugly he’s just a Tuco-hearted rat,
a kid welsher ain’t no rabbit doubt about that
The rabbit in his blood,
is simply hop-along run away DNA
He love to cabbage patch play,
but he hate to bacon lettuce pay
Women said he was a tricky daddy dodger,
his friends said it was in his DNA
The court affidavits said his name was Roger,
the summons said he wouldn’t pay
Roger don’t like
looking at paternity suits,
it just give him the Dodger blues
Rabbits don’t care
to stay in one place too long ...
in a standstill
That just ain’t how their feet DNA think
And those angry Alices kangaroo purse pouches,
holding those court-ordered papers unfriendly ...
they be pushing the Dodger to the brink
Roger’s an absentee parent wearing slipper slouches —
Hopping-mad child support check is an empty
Cassidy signature signed in invisible ink
Categories:
paternity, parents, parody, truth, wisdom,
Form:
Ode
The young mother died,
before she could hold her newborn child
Paternity was unknown
the secret his mother had never shared
The boy was cradled in the arms of his grandmother
they were aged poor people in the countryside
a few chickens and four cows in the barn were all they had
no prosperity
gossiping at the child's birth -
bite thy sinful tongue
Characterized by tight finances and little food
The grandfather found hope in the hopeless
The economy needed a boost
In the wood shed he found the antique organ grinder
Polished it shiny and gave it fresh colors
Life was not meant to be lived in wealth
the organ pipes were still breathing …
gave hope for a simpler everyday life
Every afternoon he took it on his back
and went his way with heavy steps
it was jingling coin that drew him
... a shame to live on alms
daily health and toil
the poor man's pride and honour -
hope in his tired eyes
Categories:
paternity, family, fate, life, money,
Form:
Narrative
As a dad, who am I kidding?
I never expected that I would
Ever be a dad. As in I did not
Think I would ever experience
Another human being calling
Me, their dad.
I mean it’s not like I do not like
Being a dad it is just me being
A dad is something that was
unexpected for me.
I mean after all I can be considered
A loner, an outcast one who does not
Quite fit the norm of what a REAL man
Is supposed to me by the standards of
Corrupt society.
Yes little old me.
But it happened you are here and I am
There for you every year of your life.
Whether in person or in spirit I am
ALWAYS there, where, here with you.
As a dad your life existence has become my
Responsibility. So I respond to my ability
to be a presence of stability in my paternity
Energy.
I give thanks to the most high after all your
the apple of me and your mom’s eye.
A living angel in the real when your sad my
Child you come to me bold and courageous
never afraid to tell me how you feel.
We have fun together build memories in all my
years of life I never imagine that I would have my
own family.
As a dad I want to give you the best. Strengthen your
Angel wings so you can fly when your old enough to leave the
Nest.
Prep you for every life lesson because life is constantly testing
My one and only having you is truly a blessing.
As a dad you am me have a special bond that many
Others do not have growing up, so when others see
And acknowledge this they will be envious of you
Because you have something they do not have but
Only wish they had.
As a dad loving you and your mother is my number 1
Priority. You are a apart of me so everything you do I
Know I can not be fully mad at you because you are
A reflection of me.
Categories:
paternity, appreciation, care, caregiving, child,
Form:
Free verse
As the world turns
my stomach does too
knowing that all my children
are confused, unemployed
and young and restless
all the day through,
and my husband of 30 years
decided to leave me
for someone younger,
says hes going through
a mid-life crisis,
what a bummer….
found out my best friend
Pam was in a traffic jam
where she got hit by a car,
went to visit her in the
hospital, but didn't
make it very far,
got a speeding ticket
for doing 60 when I
should have been doing 35,
finally made it to the
hospital where my
friend was still breathing
but barely alive,
meantime her family called
a pastor in to pray just
in case she didn't survive,
so I said a silent prayer and
with tears streaming down
took her hand and
bid her farewell,
and during the drive home,
thought about Pam
and how she was so kind,
and then for some reason
flashbacks from the previous week
kept popping into my mind,
then when arriving home only to find,
my neighbor meeting me
looking upset and angry outside,
telling me he was going
to sue me,
because when I was away
our big oak tree did sway
and fell upon his car in
his driveway…
as if that wasn't enough
I went to the mailbox,
where I found a strange letter
that was made out to me,
so I opened it up
and sure enough
discovered it was from
my long lost daughter,
saying she was now 31
had her own illegitimate son
and that she wanted to meet me,
went in the house
and before I knew it
the doorbell rang
and she stood there
all ready to greet me,
I just gave her a hug
and explained why I
had to give her up
when she was just a baby,
she just gave an understanding
look and asked "who is my daddy?"
I said I'm not really sure dear
it could've been Tom, Dick or Larry,
said those were the years
I was confused beyond tears
of which fella I loved the most,
she said Mom there must be
a way just call them all and say
I want a paternity test done…
so as I watched my long lost
daughter leave and drive
over my pet cats tail,
I just think to myself
"oh its just another normal day,
where I hear dramatic music play,
in a place called Kanoga Falls."
Categories:
paternity, humor, satire,
Form:
Light Verse
Oh mother Hubbard went to the cub bard to fetch her dog a bone
but in 2008 if he had not ate P.E.T.A would picket her home
that old lady who lived in the shoe
with all the kids knowing not what to do
she put in a paternity suit she should not have bothered
live on Maury " your are not the father"
mary had a little lamb who's fleece was white as snow
he followed her to school one day for lunch they had gyros
three little kittens
lost their mittens
and they began to cry
they crept in the store
and stole some more
and now they are warm and dry
i just needed to type something to fu fill my obligation to my self to write
something every day.
Categories:
paternity, funny
Form:
Deep in the shrine, sins
Deep in the courtroom, injustice
Deep in the costume, exposure
Deep in the constitution, lawlessness
Inside the adulthood, puberty
Deep in motherhood, breastlessness
In the paternity, womankind
In the smiles, sorrowfulness
Inside the forces, idleness
On the holiness, sacrilege
For the oaths, hypocrisy
In those appeals, bendlaws
In the beddings, no siesta
Deep in the dreams, nightmares
And in love, hatemongers
In friendship, betrayals
Deep in charity, parity
Inside volunteers, opportunities
In the nations, stations,
In the stations, nepoties
In a professor, knowlessness
In the schools, copiers
For the democracy, demos
Inside the hopes, pessimism
Categories:
paternity, betrayal, evil, humanity, sad,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum
The simplest of starts,
A decade of revolution,
When paternity and guidance drifted apart,
With leather jacket banners marked my breakout social intrusion,
To replace the sorrowful suits and camo bandannas,
Loathing the silver idols lining the streets peddling their new cause,
Of fire and brimstone raining down on the icy plains of Alaska,
Preaching patriotic mantras tinged with bloodthirsty cried to give you pause,
And consider the cozy live you've been living behind white picket bars,
So I heeded the call and traded in my wanderlust and dreams of diamond rings,
To take up arms for my country and its thirteen stars,
Earning my spot in the chorus of national anthems that the people sing,
Defending democracy and liberty at the point of a rifle,
Where upon my enthusiastic arrival my place had already been set,
Entrenched far from the front lines so as to avoid the true heat of battle,
Avoiding the burden of the iron skin worn by battle-hardened vets,
It was here in the pits that our intentions were made clear,
That our mission was a farce, our patriotism unfounded,
Our noble rescue mission to protect the free world that I held so dear,
Devolved into another rat face for resources upon which global tensions compounded,
A war so aimless in nature and fruitless in results,
A war for the freedom to choose death now or later,
A war never changing in purpose regardless of enemies killed or allies consulted,
A war that buried civilization inside a nuclear crater,
Emerging from my cryogenic time capsule, the sole remnant of American spirit,
I gaze upon my broken world and wonder, "was it all worth it?"
Categories:
paternity, grief, society, war,
Form:
Rhyme
Back in Nineteen seventy-three
Men sowed oats and courts ruled them free
But now DNA
Can make them all pay
Their fair share of paternity
Categories:
paternity, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Withdrawn from this world; want not to awake.
Lucid dream; heavenly search for a sign.
If not for my good, Lord; preserve hells sake.
Give to me a reason; prove you’re divine.
Anything; even a serpent in tree.
Created equally; Adam and Eve?
I'm asking why you aren't talking to me.
Faith? You mean for me to blindly believe?
Back and forth battle; trapped inside my mind!
Humanity versus eternity!
'Tis foolish to think the two are entwined!
Yet, I wish for proof of paternity!
Belief in either gives life a purpose;
Life without meaning is surely worthless.
Categories:
paternity, conflict, confusion, father, life,
Form:
Sonnet
he never wanted to be a father
he told himself that he would do everything in his power
to fend off all possibilities of
spawning &
he lived fast, wanting to die young---
burning bridges &
rolling to gather no moss,
but inevitably,
as the cliché opens itself up for the stage,
a knock came at the door &
after he remembered who it was,
she told him that she was keeping it---
now,
he had his tantrum,
he threw the door closed,
he sat in the chair alone in his abode &
festered,
wishing & wanting
to do things over again,
but there was nothing he could do.
he told her he didn’t believe it was hers &
he told her he wanted a paternity test &
when she had one,
it was certain.
this father to be was disappointed
this father to be was angry that she was having it
this father to be wanted nothing to do with the kid
this father to be decided to leave &
as the story goes,
he never came back.
the young boy grows up without a father
the young boy grows up knowing he wasn’t wanted
the young boy grows up wondering why his mother
decided to have him in the first place &
when he begins to have sex
he swears it will never happen to him,
that he will take precautions,
because he never wants to be a
father.
Categories:
paternity, life, father, father,
Form:
Free verse
Boris Becker
misused his pecker
He had sex in a closet
leaving a baby deposit!
Inspired by Brian Strands' poem Becker which was about an artist and my poem is posted with his kind permission
Tennis player Boris Becker had sex in a restaurant closet with a model he'd just met. Becker acknowledged paternity of a daughter, Anna, with Russian waitress Angela Ermakova, not surprisingly his marriage ended!
09/28/21
Categories:
paternity, lust,
Form:
Clerihew
Make me thankfull for Paternity
I no longer crave Success
As the One I wish most to Impress
Sadly no longer lives at this Address
Ill meet you on the other side
Provide the wing’s so we both can glide
And Ill show you my Life
If you’ll show me yours
I wont lobby my position
Apologise for my stupid decision
Ill just look you in the eye
So you can separate truth from lie
While you slowly carress the tear's from my Eyes
Categories:
paternity, childhoodme,
Form:
Free verse
TV talk shows are very interesting. But what TV show all American viewers like most of all
is "The Maury Povich Show." Maury has been on TV since his TV show made its TV debut on
the FOX network back in 1999. "The Maury Povich Show" deals with the following subjects:
paternity tests, infidelity, homosexuality, life-changing moments, domestic violence, the
works. But what kind of segment everybody likes about "The Maury Povich Show" most of all
is dealing with a bunch of wild and out-of-control teen girls, especially the ones who are
trying to get pregnant at an early age (including the age of 14), the ones who are
terrorizing their own family members (her own mother), and the ones who are having
unprotected sex with multiple guys. "The Maury Povich Show" was in New York City, first,
and now, all episodes of that talk show are now taping in Stamford, Connecticut (the home
of WWF/E World Headquarters). Looks like all TV viewers will have bear witnessed the drama
and the excitement that's airing on TV and in person. How cool is that. I hope to be a
part of the audience for when "The Maury Show" and I get to see him in person in the near
future. And if "The Maury Povich Show" were to stay on the CW network for a long time,
that would be cool.
Categories:
paternity, on writing and words,
Form:
Name