Nostalgia Father Poems

     
Nostalgia, my sometimes-friend, an unwavering realist,
visits from time to time with a flood of memories
centering around the polar opposites that...

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Written: October 16, 2023
Changed past Poetry Contest               Sponsored by: Fire Bird
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Father’s toes are steel-capped,
Rough, worn-out leather, a layer
Of thick polish that cracks 
With each bend, each step.

His feet carry a child’s weight,
A bundle of laughter...

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It’s quite a thing to lay a life to rest,
to place rocks over roots rotten with age,
cover leaves once green with soil, sodden from rain.

Conceived...

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I had a happy childhood at first
Yeah I played with dolls to a tragic
Extent. It was a dream of some
Type of female existence.  I...

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In the Dark I stand motionless
Staring across the moonlit landscape
We are together but I am alone
My thoughts consume me
The silence and isolation comforts me
My heart...

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That tiny infant you held in your outsized hand
    gently held your arm as you stumble-walked
  down the block for a...

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Oh what a day in the old, 
The African sun rises, shining bold, 
Father leaves at 5am, to tap palm wine, 
Mother goes to the...

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When you return home after many years,
stepping onto familiar soil,
your heart stirs with bittersweet anticipation.
The sun-tinted house that once witnessed your dreams
now stands a stranger,...

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Why can't the world be like it was when I was young
    No one cleaning up dog-due dung

  Kids dying right...

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This was the way it was
In my childhood days
With ancient and tried
Crop farming ways.
Up to the ankles in slurry,
Muck fork in hand,
Ready to spread manure
To...

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Dad

I can't believe
Your here old man
You made it through the rough..

I love your
Laugh and chuckle..
For me that is enough.

But boy you've had a lifetime
And crammed...

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A disturbance in the sand
betrayed their hide
and when prodded by a rake,
claws shot up
primed to latch onto
a careless finger or toe.

A big "bluey" had a...

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*Image of The Old Shed by Pixabay.

Still Here

He was the tourist trade foremost embellisher,
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One time my dad bought me a yellow rose in New York City
Took a photo in front of St. Patrick's-- felt loved & pretty. :)...

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