Fear Father Son Poems

My first and only son,
Precious blood of my blood,
What can I give to you
To prepare you for this life?

There is so much I want to...

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My dearest child, please hear
You are still underage
The world you do not fear
Its strength you cannot gauge

If fixed to go away
Don’t bring on dreadful shame
That...

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When I arise, wipe the sleep from my eyes,
I think of the love – the love so alive,
It reminds there is light, more wonderful and...

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Three states
in five hours.
Maybe we’ll stop somewhere nice
like a KOA campground.
A kid can hope. It’s hot and it would be great to go for a...

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Between Your Words

Dad
I tried my best 
to live between your cruel words
Yet there was no room
I felt less
smaller than small
Like a comma that didn't fit
a...

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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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Since I reached 80 years of life
time has moved too fast but in slow motion 
I oftentimes feel embarrassed at what I became 
and what...

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There in the corner of the living room 
on a loveseat meant for two 
now only resides one
there he sits, by a warm fireplace
its occupant...

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Quiet

Be quiet. 
Be soft, and silent. 
Don't let the rough world, 
take from you... 
even one more thing. 
No. 
Instead... 
Be quiet. 

Prayers spoken without...

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My biggest most gigantic fear, the child Edward said
Is of Mr. Stay Puff Marshmallow man; I want him dead.
The mother who had been sorting out...

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Monday I am born 
Tuesday I learn to walk 
Wednesday I become man 
Thursday I am married 
Friday I become a father
Saturday I see my...

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My Son, Far Away

In the sunny gloom of this
ocean of burning Earth,
the scythe of time hovers like
a hungry vulture above us
men of "honorable" duty, but...

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I long to be on the mainland,
I’ve trekked waters freezing,
I’ve traversed oceans rough.
I long to be on a mainland,
I’ve seen rocks jutting and jagged,
I’ve heard...

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I grew to fear my dad
            he’d often beat me for the slightest thing.
A...

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In innocence borne, a slave to none, the apple of the father’s eye.
Yet my father was not there, too sullied since birth, soiled by worldly...

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