Water Dad Poems

If only you knew the struggles I have had,
many were very sad.
My kind and loving dad,
knew I was never bad.
I should have kept a notepad,
about...

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Just the very thought of him, like an artist’s stroke of his
Paintbrush, sealed a promise of a lifetime of tomorrows.
I finally had found myself and,...

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Since the Hard work you did, 
siblings of you still called you "mid", 
because their jealousy was full of shi** , 
and they are all...

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As a kid I had three bunnies,
they were free I paid no moneys.
It was Easter time,
I had won them and they were all mine.
I had...

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I was only four, 
when Blackie my dog died. 
My dad ran my best friend over, 
yes it was a horrible accident. 

 
I was...

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January 13th 2024 - Happy Lxv-th birthday Matthew Scott Harris

date of conception:?  ~ Late March – mid April 1958.
date of parturition: January xiii, mcmlix.
date...

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Future time traveler looks back one century ago

I exhibit health and virility at one hundred and 
64 years astride planet earth, whereby spouse,
(who remained married...

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in hills where buffaloes roam

i brew coffee in my home

excess grounds water cold

bitter stale much too bold

grateful when my wife gets home.
...

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In this river we drown in light
A doorway blocked from me
Yet open to dry eyes

I can only hear your hands
Clutching that splintered wood as water
Rushes...

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I can still remember visiting a small musical town,  
a young boy holding his hat and singing his heart out for money.  
His...

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dawn by the river
daylight has barely arrived,
mist dances gently

morning reverie
how perfectly the songbirds
fill the silence

the sun is his clock
accurately keeping time
has the time he needs

old...

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My Huskie watches the sailboats
From the end of our dock
He cannot swim
But still considers himself king of the lake

Not unlike his chase of robins
That flutter...

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Fretfully aching to feel fit as a fiddle

After experiencing a severe,
albeit violent near lethal bout
of irritable bowel syndrome
(yesterday night August 30th, 2023)
triggered courtesy dulcolax caplets...

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"Got your fluff again"
(for purpose of this poem
pronounce last word uh gain).

The missus uttered
aforementioned phrase
as she pulled a clump of my hair
from out the clogged...

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Pop was a devoted fly-fisherman who woke in the quiet predawn hours and stumbled, blurry-eyed out of the house with his loaded thermos in his...

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