Father Education Poems

Help me please!  I'm a kid, and I'm confused. 
Something's wrong with me - 
I like to run wild and free 'neath the sun,
And...

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Born in New England in the wake of the Civil War,
Her folks fled Irish famine and landed on our shore.
At age five, she took sick,...

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Aunt Mary was a small and wiry mother
of six;
four by birth
and two by informal adoption.

She sang in a small querulous voice
yet spoke boldly
filled with loving...

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Colour intermingled
in the spectator’s eye
divisions juxtapose
 ‘as is’ moment ..dot.. by dot..
frozen forever
as a ‘still-life’ shot
Colours in contrast
 one next
to another
patiently painted
dab by dab
Planes into particles
pigments of paint
in patches react
divisionist,
 pointillist    juxtapose
into our eye colour flows.
Meticulous,mechanical
the illusion
into shape
palettes of the fleeting
made permanent

Pointillist People
louis hayet
 alfred finch&
verhaeren

  .. then

 georges lemmen
angrand henri cross
van de velde &
albert dubois-pillet
& lets
  not forget

camille&lucien
father&son pissarro

you may know

maximillan luce
jan toorup&
van rysselberghe

& you'll already heard

of
 signac &seurat

stand so tall

 pointillistas*

              one&all


Colours in contrast
 one next
to another,
patiently painted
dab by dab.
Cyan, magenta
yellow and key
 illume the picture we see.
 Planes into
particles,pigments of paint
in patches react
divisionist pointillist
 juxtapose
into our eye 
  distinct colour flows
Meticulous mechanical
eye into mind defined
the illusion into shape.
In palettes of
permanance
the fleeting flies
sans such subtraction
luminosity lives 
Seurat, and Signac’s  
    legacy survives

...

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love, spring, and death

it was spring, late April, snow thawed and sun-warmed
winter cold faces, I was 18 and in love
the object of my desire was...

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God! We  Behold that you are great and we know somehow your ways are pass finding out. anyhow!
Neither can the number of his years...

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A gem I taught in his school
And under him grabbed the rule:
An Igbo man from Okpo,
Whose enemies she shot “Kpoo!”

With him you don’t around fool:
He’d...

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Let me tell all what is real.' That there are those
Who your lives; would steal' and lies do love
Yet more to degrade; to slap others...

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My 20-year-old-son told me
    he had chosen a new 'Study Abroad' program for next semester

  He left me wondering ~
 ...

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I teach you more  about God 
                  ...

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I know, my child dear, you are growing up physically,
Your mind, I see, has been developing quizzically;
As your flesh and blood, and bones intermingle in...

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Bennett Kenneth got an eyeful
Upon touching his dad’s rifle:
An eyeful by far more helpful
Than Dad’s angry words - a roomful…

Or so had reasoned Mister Ken,
Who...

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Imagine the protagonist
in your messianic adult
ego-story of therapeutic development
is a Father,
And your antagonist
is FeMale Othered,
more second class
poor in Enlightened Spirit
for commercial grade empowerment

Left behind by...

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Children exceed the doves that we were given.
They are graces sent forth from God in heaven.

Despite one's capacity to innovate and teach,
Dawn facts to tutor,...

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Living without a father wasn’t a good fate
This in the future could bring about immense hate
But this did not stop your talent and purpose
Although you...

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