Butterfly Father Daughter Poems

Harold the Hugh Hefner wannabe carrot top...

spry buck analogous to energizing bunny 
jump/kickstarted procreation ruckus.

Home on the range 
cacophony quite absurd
PlayBoy Bunny herd
and felt ingratiatingly...

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I saw Pop sitting just outside the veranda, slumped over in his wheelchair, his limp left arm tied to the chair’s railing.  He looked...

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Dear Father, mine. 

I ran away from bad. 
I took my children with me.
I found a place to run to. 
It was an empty castle...

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'Cause Here is my Father
You said you had to go away
My fear of you not coming back
Then i remember the day.
I thought everything was turning...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers IV



Neglect
by Michael R. Burch

What good are your tears?
They will not spare the dying their anguish.
What good is your concern
to a...

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Come Home

Please listen to me. 
You have not "done" anything, 
that I have not done before, 
or if you have, 
then we can still talk....

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Desires and hopes are strong
When plunging into a task headlong
always fear of  failure comes along
Restricting us ,for fulfillment we long. 




Fear is a slinking...

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Plunging into a task headlong
However short or long
always fear of  failure comes along
Do every task with heart full of song....

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As they walked together, missing her, the daughter asked the dad
“How can the sunrise be so beautiful when I’m feeling so sad?”

How can I find...

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Each night I peruse the sky
Tilt my head way up high
Count the stars here and nigh
As if secrets to demystify
My heart it seeks to pacify

I...

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never could this baby boomer papa – 
   lviii orbitz round mister sun as I write while wife 
at present (takes her siesta)...

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Hundreds of eyes upon her
Today was her day and her day alone
The nerves that must have been inside her
You never would have seen
She never once...

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Another poem written by my father Jose Zayas, this is another poem he wrote when I was 18, please enjoy this poem!

The caterpillar has surfaced,
From...

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He is now a band of sky, 
a bird, a cloud, a stream of blue 
drifting by in midafternoon,
a dragonfly, a butterfly, a ray of...

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