Confusion Father Daughter Poems

As I search for the heart of the pathfinder my heart is breaking,  and its racing keeps me pacing, there is no way to...

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Love/hate

I love him and hate him
all at the same time
I want to live with him
and I want him to die
I want to go to him
and...

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You’ve got me playing your silly game
For far too long that I can’t remember
When it first began
You’ve won every time
But now I’m calling the shots.

Every...

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Dear Dad,
They say that you can forgive but never forget,
But how am I supposed to forgive when you and I have never really met?
Only seen...

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Daddy's girl 
Sinks 
To Davy Jones' locker 
Of grief.
Dad's earth-shattering goodbye,
So sudden, cruel.
Suicide, no note.
She's too numb  
To feel the tsunami 
Of looming pain....

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Act Eight, Chapter One. Part Two
                Part of a grander...

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I wished to know how my new slinky would do out the car’s back window
So while Dad drove highways and thought me backseat asleep with...

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Rejoice thee
To the holy spirit
As I have come out of the shadows
And there are five of those
Feel them

The clarity of confusion
Leads to be victories
Which is...

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Me, an aging baby boomer
long haired pencil necked geek
burning, depleting, using... fossil fuels,
thus a global nonrenewable resource(s)
repentant consumer
admitting heavily trod carbon footprint
additionally deeply enmired
within very...

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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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I arrived without clothes or fears at birth
but wore both within one year on earth;
in a crib, my self-esteem doubt blistered.

Since my initial vocal and...

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...“The bloodshed grew, the army was called in,
and sided with settlers as they often did,
Blue Hawk’s people were crushed, all rounded up,
put on the rez...

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This house belonged to grandfather Rudolph,
though its history goes much further back,
all the way to the eighteen seventies,
when to this vast land Herbert Blake did...

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My morning pierces my awake with grief’s thrust -
hitting me anew with the truth that he is gone.

Rising, I stagger thru cloudy bruises of disbelief
that...

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My father drank himself half to death.
I tried to understand why.
But I became stumped and hurt every time I thought about it.
He became drunk and...

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