shadows are running
breaking bones under foot.
arm twisting branches snap
smearing their scent on contact.
resin oozes as blood,
the pungent sap tickles my nose hairs.
a rustling voice whispers movement.
the fresh earthen breath kisses mine.
my eyes peer into the hidden darkness
as I start peeling the shadows, but
stop my curiosity from going further.
crepuscular rays slice into the woods
verifying our little girl’s nightmares.
grandma’s kiss on my forehead
sets me upright, in bewilderment.
I woke too soon, a life almost undone
A sudden call came, before the light of day
But all are safe, the reaper had not won
Her life was spared, before the morning sun
She was okay, I heard her softly say
I woke too soon, to a life almost undone
No tragic end, no race was lost or run
Three lives affected, dark clouds rolled away
But all are safe, the reaper had not won
Thank heaven, no journey to the setting sun
I simply whispered a thanks today
I woke too soon, to a life almost undone
A precious chance, a new life has begun
There is a future, no more than delays
But all are safe, the reaper had not won
Startled I still have my daughter; beloved my only one
My fears all faded, at the break of day
I woke too soon, to a life almost undone
But all are safe, the reaper had not won
It's difficult to define a father precisely
So, let's imagine how a father would be
A father may be figuratively similar to these:
A starting point, a fulcrum, a roof, a piece of land
A mountain, a sky, a star, a beam of sunshine
A lamp, a mirror, a book, a guide,a set of minds,
...
I reckon a father can be similar to each of them
if he is viewed from different perspectives
However, fatherhood will not be fairly defined
If all the pieces above aren't yet combined ?
It's a far reaching stretch,
Large people has flooded in,
I am not alone,
My father has held my brothers hand pretty strong;
As he makes the path in between
I too am catching up ,
A carnival is yet to come
Huge creatures approached
as we stood in front .
Loud drums and hustling crowd
papa speaks to his friends around ,
But I did see his one hand still held
By that little guy on the ground,
Through a distance ,
there was this white eyed, black teeth shabby clothed crow like guy
Running right at the crowd ,
Wherever he went , people gasped.
And As he was approaching ,
I already took a few steps back
He came right at my brothers face,
And He curled up to my father's legs
leaving everyone awestruck
Then restoring to our places ,
People laughed .
It's a far reaching stretch,
Life is filled with strange people
I am not alone ,
But I too would love
To hold my father's hand .
4 am
fishing hole magic
I am with my daddy
catfish, bass and bluegills are calling our names
we are the only ones alive
Shut the door to the purple and bruised
in the dark like an old dog and a bone
refuses the water too and a stew.
cooked to be so deliciously....
but her old bones are given
and stubborn of weakness,
I just need you to drink
and to eat something...
There's another of black of visions
I can hear the ravens and the pigeons,
after the flooring of my subtle empathy
and an old friend loses her grips
as that damn kitchen sink drips
I can't go with them to the Vets
as you are and will be everything.
I protected my little girl
its down, in so much hell,
when it pelts so much hail
and a dummy for sale,
that I refuse with......
a shore with a dead whale
of a protagonist...
and how I feel I failed
with a reality of no twisted,
just random of lists flicked
and I'm alone in Oblivion.
I seem to do everything wrong,
or else I just take too long.
I won't wear a dress
and my hair's always a mess.
I can't tell a joke
and yes, I still smoke.
Everything I do
is frowned on by you.
Now you've gone to heaven above;
I'll never be able to win your love.
I am my father’s daughter —
quiet when it matters,
loud when it doesn’t,
loyal like a bruise that never fades.
He was a man of few words
and too many beers,
a homebody with calloused hands
who built his love from paychecks, plywood,
and patched fences.
He didn’t say much,
but he never let us go without.
We all worked with him —
held tools before toys,
learned to measure twice, cut once,
and use what we had
to make what we needed.
He handed me a hammer
like it was a promise.
Taught me how to build things
that wouldn’t fall apart.
And somehow,
that became a kind of love too.
He taught me the stillness of fishing —
how to listen for the pull,
how to wait without wanting too much.
He showed me rivers
the way some fathers show their daughters cathedrals.
And when I stand near water now,
he’s the first name that echoes back.
His anger could shake the walls,
but his lessons still hold:
Don’t waste. Don’t lie.
Always bait your own hook.
I used to sit
in the passenger seat of his silence,
learning how love doesn’t always speak,
but shows up every morning
with boots on
and something heavy in its hands.
The world too much occupied his mind
left no room for things mundane
busy with intrigues of state and such
from deep feelings he resolutely abstained
So it was on that triumphant day he’d predicted
his country’s president’s assassination
he absent-mindedly fed into the shredder
his only daughter’s wedding invitation
When the sun bloomed
And the bougainvillea blossomed
And her cheeks unfurled
Into a long smile
At sunset,
I had her in my arms;
I knew her.
When the whales sprayed silhouettes,
And the fishermen made their bets;
Porpoise stitched the sea
Into a sunset dress
For her to wear at the dance
That night after we argued
About strangers.
(And please don’t talk to them
And don’t drink
And don’t dally about
And don’t be someone else
I don’t know.)
Don’t be a stranger
When you come home
when the sun rises,
Blooming.
At twenty-six, a gentle flame,
A golden heart, a glowing name.
With grace she walks, with light she stands,
A scholar's mind, with helping hands.
What once began with drinks and cheer,
Evolved into a bond so dear.
Not bound by blood, but something more,
A kindred soul I now adore.
She’s laughter in the darkest night,
She’s wisdom when the path’s not right.
An honour student, bright and true,
Yet humble in all that she’ll do.
You're brilliant, bold, and brave through all,
Yet still you answer every call—
To help, to serve, to be the one
Who shows compassion is never done.
Through tears and talks, the highs and lows,
She stayed—when few would dare or chose.
Understanding, patient, kind,
A rarer soul you’ll never find.
Though "fake" is what the title reads,
She fills so many real-life needs.
A daughter not by birth or name,
But loved all just the same.
So here's to her—this heart of gold,
With stories shared and hands to hold.
A special place she’ll always own,
In this old heart she calls her own.
Scott W
They say it’ll pass
it’ll get better the longer it lasts
They say what’s done is done
but i don’t feel like i’ve won
You took my heart
tore it, broke it, till it fell apart
Now you play the victim
the hole you created, i sit in
I don’t want to become
the monster i’ve come from
Obsessed with yourself, with fame, with money
then you sit and describe her like sweet honey
You say it was harmless
a friendship, nothing more, but now I’m the farthest
You lied with a smile, called in love with a grin
while I drowned in silence, you let her in
In my silence, I find space to breathe
while all you do is leave, leave, leave
She pulls the strings
and I watch horror as the show begins
She has you at her beck and call
and you forget me as I suffer in school
You left me stranded, no reason, no clue
while she became your favourite view
You watched me break, still walked away
now I drown slowly, in the pain that you gave me
Some day you will pay
I feel life breaking a glass, any glass
Or screaming at anyone with or without cause
For now, my breath and tears find no rest,
Seething on a bomb of fury, time claims a place
For rage piercing through my gut too deep...
I never knew he has gone beyond the stars
My soul hemorrhaged, my innocence vandalized--
Please tell me this is night's cruel illusion
Night prayers dripping stains of candle wax!
I blow like a dam but only silence hits back
My damn, damn being cries for hallowed nest
While he has traveled off in a land without maze,
And I continue to cringe...searching for
Quiet within an unforgiving self
I drown in explosions of why...
Why is Daddy suddenly dead?
To the man who stood so tall,
Who picked me up with every fall.
In life’s loud storm or silent pain,
You stood like shelter in the rain.
When nights were long, and hopes ran low,
You still believed and let it show.
You taught me how to fight, to stand,
To build my dreams with steady hand.
Behind your silence was endless care,
A love so deep, always there.
You gave up joys, ignored your need,
To see us smile, to help us succeed.
You worked in pain, you hid your fear,
And never let it interfere.
Each drop of sweat, each sleepless night,
You faced it all without respite.
You never asked for much or more,
Still gave us all you had in store.
You are the reason we can shine,
Your sacrifices shaped this life of mine.
Today I say what I feel each day,
But don’t always find the words to say:
You are my first love, my forever pride,
The one who’s always by my side.
I love you more than I can show,
More than you’ll ever truly know.
In every win, in every part,
You live within my grateful heart.
So here’s my soul, poured out today,
To thank you, Dad, in every way.
I pray for you in each life’s test,
May God grant you peace, love, and rest.
You will know your dad
when you too became a dad!
You shall feel glad
when you realize, he was your launch pad!
You will appreciate his wisdom
when you shoulder responsibilities of the kingdom!
You will realize his care
when he was dissolved into the air!
You will dearly miss him
when alone, against the tides of life, you swim!
You shall honour his glory
when you will appreciate his story!
You shall praise, he is the prize
while he is alive and if you are wise!
Dedicated to all Fathers on this International Father's Day (third Sunday of June)!
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