Fathered Poems | Examples

Hide of Tyke in Hold

Heartthrob in damsel drag
Belief of human bile
Completely instilling cascading dregs of mechanical flesh, bones and spit
64th avenue 
And coiling deft doom
Winged balls of bulging blood and speckled steel
Merry wails and flutters of moths unsealed 
Fitted upon falling kneel
And reckoned release of rotten roadkill-
Rats and babes and brats
Congealed candy and sickeningly sweet brandy
And hailed light of epiphany to choke, swallow and spit
And strangle without a hand nor handle but grit
Of groil and crevices of menaces heralding honed notes
And a lone liver in fathered infirmary 
Black backed in breachers 
Potted a bulge to indulge the fickle maggots of dissociation 
Emulsification and hearty sniff of 
Whitened slice and slithers of snow
Dregs to drag and hone and throw
Up upon bedded saline laden road
Of rows and rows and pounds 
That drag rotten flesh afresh from the hound
Sutured from spine to fluttered wing
The hide
Plucked apart from rat to brat
And collared collier stepped afresh with new hide and throw 
And stubborn stubbled child with a new mind in tow

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Johann Sebastian Bach

German composer Johann Sebastian Bach -
Emotive depth and his “blue notes” were his music’s bedrock.
Having fathered twenty children and always on his toes,
how did he ever find time to compose?

Never Had to Work a Day

    Those who never worked a day
       Never had a bill to pay

    Never fathered or mothered a child
       Never a check-register reconciled

    Just pursued the ‘meaning of life’
       ~ Hope they find it in the afterlife!

A Collective In Pieces

We struggle to find peace in the collective 
because we're in pieces as a whole
This fragmentation is unnatural & we're
at war with the divisive
No matter how you slice it us coming together
should be the goal
The pie in the sky is a sweet dream & those
that eat are decisive
Look to your mind for the answers for in its
eye are the solutions
The confusion is by design for in disarray
we are conquered
Know that ideas design things & are the 
beginning of conclusions
Nothing exists without them for they're seeds 
of all that is fathered
Don't be bothered by appearances as many
of those are illusions
I allude to this for a reason because many are
easy to deceive
Every piece is important to the pattern in a 
world that was built on collusion
The puzzling truth is playing out but many
are reluctant to concede

MR ZIMMERMAN

Oh to have that luminescence 
Fathered by the incandescence 
Flaring in to effervescence
When you're up on stage.

Lady Macandroid

Half flesh, half steel, sinews and twined wire,
Begotten in the heat of half-love, tempered
By hatred and the axe, fathered by one
Who killed her mother, the male chauvinist boar
Whose eye-teeth, razor-sharp, saw through the spine, 
Joy-sword in sheath. Wrought iron, blood vessels,
Bone and cable, one part conceived, the other forged
On the hard anvil where gusts of blood are seed
Of all the axeman most does fear – cast iron woman
With stanchions for a trunk, iron breastplate,
A malleable black heart, a metallic chastity belt
No man may boast of stealing and still live,
Who beats men at their own battle games,
A dab hand with the axe herself, as salty tears
And globules of mercury exude from grey glands

Upon the Deserts of Damnation

Behold! 
Where is it no mortal soul fathoms to dare?
The foretold detestable dunes of despair!
Whose sands of crystalline luminescence 
Drown and drain thy essence. 

Far within that redolent tomb 
Hidden deeper inside the heavens moon, 
Where the souls of the damned unwillingly swoon 
Slaves to the sin that fathered their doom. 

Where thou art subject to phantom pains 
Orchestrated by the Litch who reigns 
Without delay upon his frozen throne of ice 
Whose subjects lament in the decay  
of blood maggots and eerie lice.

Wind God

Wind god
Boreas- god
Of Winter and North Wind
Swept down from cold northern mountains
of Thrake

He blew
Cold icy gusts
Of breath from bloated cheeks-
Hair and beard spiked with ice, wide mouth
Howling

Sometimes
Seen as horse-shaped
Purple-winged swift stallion,
He swept down on mares, early spring
To sire

Horses
For King of Troy-
Mated with Trojan mares
Fathered the swift, wind-shaped stallions
For him

Athens
Celebrated
Boreas Festivals
Praising him, the god of the cold
North Wind


April 14, 2023

Contest: Traditional Cinquain
Sponsor: Sotto Poet

(Revision of a longer poem posted 12/16/2014)

Elon Musk

Business magnate and the world's second richest, Elon Musk.
Fathered soccer team; probably slaves away from dawn to dusk.

Reluctantly bought "Twitter" and reinstated banned folks outright.
Elongated debunked conspiracy theories by the Washington right.



Musk Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco
Date written: 01/22/2023

Time's Rebirth

Reality pregnant
gestation released
Facts have been fathered
new mothers beseeched

The door to tomorrow
swings only one way
Birthing conception
—redemption belayed

(Dreamsleep: December, 2022)

Legacy

I’ve never fathered children 
To say or call my own
Though
Do Have many offspring 
Of things 
I’ve seen, then sown

I’ve fathered many words
Which fathered many more
Some grew into poems 
Though none
We’re named…
"Lenore"

I developed many photos
Tweaking 
Here and there 
They may live on forever
I’ll leave them in your care

I’ve conjured many dishes 
Some 
I’ve written down
Other's 
Will expire
They’ll go 
When I am gone

I’ve never fathered children 
Though
Leave this legacy
I know 
It’s not the same
But…
Keeps good company

By: Bill MacEachern
October 13, 2022

Encourage Yourself

I had him reserved superb name
Simply to awaken the flame:
Grey Floyd proclaim “Never to fall”
This saying in Reception Hall
For Praised Artists’ Exhibition
That should address Inhibition
A crime make of Prohibition
And quite ignite The Ambition 
“Yeah, I have seen all of Floyd’s Art
And could bet they would feel a cart!”

My homage where Artists gathered 
Plus ‘Famous’ who had him fathered:
The Ever Loved for a Sculpture 
Of Busy-With-Carrion Vulture…

But Floyd was just good At Graphics,
To many Familiar Efik:
Much cheaper than Hieroglyphics
Unlike Difficult Ceramics;
It’s A Floyd who might resign
With a ban on Graphic Design…

Then, he should self urge to spread out
As this wouldn’t mean rules does flout:
I’ll be waiting to the more shout
Floyd grant The Salute of A Scout.

For Oscar On His 12th Birthday

Beloved is the heart of gold cast in he
  whose dear life for would my own sacrifice -
how quick its forge and youthful alchemy
  heat and cool in the pit of fire and ice!
In time the tempered blade becomes the man
  yet I brazen youth’s mischiefs will see past
when greater filled do your length of days span
  and wider does your gaze and shadow cast.
True is the countenance fair to behold,
  fairer still that golden beauty unseen -
hearken unto me the days of this world
  and let no fathered rebuke come between.
Lest you want after idols of this realm
seek our God and King in Jerusalem.


             Written: March 2012

A Lost Candy Is Handy

Now, you see your mislaid candy,
Still your very property and handy.

So, don’t words with your sister bandy 
Nor repeat that her hair is sandy: 
You might be saying she was The Thief,
Recklessly priming her for noisy grief;
For that’s what ‘Sandy’ supplies in brief
Whilst no daughter thief is fathered by a chief …

And-Alas!-you let candy your mind swirl
Whereas neither gender nor age makes you a girl.

Paying Wages To Our Employees

She’s an old lady and she lives alone.
She loves her job, and we know she will not leave.
So, we cut her wages in half, told her on the phone.
She tries to act okay, but we think she’s peeved.

He’s a man who has fathered children all over town.
It is a wonder he has not been caught more with his pants down.
This guy has a lot of child support to pay,
So, we give him a terrific salary, so he will stay.

She is a ball buster, always griping about us being fair.
We want to fire her, but we do not dare.
Because she became the union rep, so that’s a no win.
I give her snide remarks, and a fake little grin.

He’s a guy who is a walking apology.
We pay him in video game tokens and iced tea.
He lives with his mother, so he doesn’t need much.
He works every weekend if we’re in a clutch.

Here is the union president back to bother me.
I have to admit he’s a moron, as you can see.
Wanting me to pay the same wages to all of them.
I would like to throw him in the pool for a big swim.

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