Health Father Daughter Poems

We spotted them one morning on our walk…they were admiring the sea…
A father…standing, gazing out…his daughter…gazing from her knees.

As they looked out at the sea...

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Attitude with latitude

originally written January 19th, 2019
and tension defines the dynamic

Valiant prince sip pulled effort
rebuffed, snubbed, thumbed
courtesy eldest daughter
uncontested vainglorious woke
mine genuine apology,
viz sincerely yours...

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I feel it in the pit of my stomach and
in the stinging of my eyes. I try
to blink it away to
turn my back to the...

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This ones for you. John 

Cheers to the last straw! 
You drew it and smashed it.
You broke it and slashed it.
This is the end to...

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Alone in this world
Alone in this society
Alone in love
Alone in life
Alone in fatherhood
Alone in my time of need
Nobody to help me
Nobody to care about what...

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At six months old dada were the first words
to ever leave my mouth
His name in Hebrew is "son of my right hand"
He is the Boaz...

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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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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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Why are we here?
my oppositional daughter 
defiantly asks.

Because we're not over there?
her appositional dad
too often
and frustratingly
responds.

Sogyal Rinpoche writes
"To embody the transcendent
is why we are here."
I...

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Please grudge me not for what I say,
Just being father in a way!

You have grown up in loving care,
cradle days since you were stark bare!
When...

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The cadence of the knell on the wind Lord
Has folk peering from windows and doors
A reminder of fickle mortality
Peals forlornly, for whom the bell tolls

The...

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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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In Sickness and In Health
By Jayson Willever

I met her twelve years ago, her beaming smile as bright as the sun.
With glittering eyes the shade of...

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No matter communication
betwixt us askew,
spontaneity explains reason I dashed
off this poem for thee and thy beau
pattern ally conscious at obvious clue,

how overjoyed, (though a
self subdued...

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