My Father is astounding
In so many way's
And the nature
Is all about him
From His ample
Solitary Life of being
And with a Heart of Gold
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May the Lord fully bless Him
With Mind, Body and Soul
- Fore -
He adapts' and mutates'
When ever their is a need
Or need,
A need that need be
Surely there is a place
For Him in Heaven
So, I pay homage' to Thee
Fore, He is my Father
A Father like no other
GF
Dedicated to Charles A. Jefferson SR
Of Portsmouth, VA 23701 on Fathers' Day June 2011
Father’s are wonderful people
Too little understood
And we do not sing their praises
As often as we should…
For, somehow, Father seems to be
The man who pays the bills
While mother binds up little hurts
And nurses all our ills…
And father struggles daily
To live up to his image
As protector and provider
And “hero of the scrimmage”
And perhaps that is the reason
We sometimes get the notion
That fathers are not subject
To the thing we call “emotion”
But if you look inside Dad’s heart
Where no one else can see
You’ll find he’s sentimental
And as “soft” as he can be
But he’s so busy every day
In the grueling race of life
He leaves the sentimental stuff
To his partner and his wife
But fathers are just wonderful
In a million different ways
And merit loving compliments
And accolades of praise
For the only reason Dad aspires
To fortune and success
Is to make the family proud of him
And to bring them happiness
And like our heavenly father
He’s a guardian and a guide
Someone we can count on
To be always on our side.
Dad
The two Gibraltars in the yard
never were delivered.
They have always been there.
The twenty years I lived there
the neighbors never said a word.
Their shrieks would shatter both
if they could see them.
The redwood fence my Father built
is tall enough to cover his.
It will be tall enough, he swears,
in time to cover mine.
My father says before he dies
he’ll sell his own Gibraltar
and leave the house, the yard,
the redwood fence to me
to guarantee that I keep mine.
Donal Mahoney
Birth brings many gifts and life choices.
Man, woman, child each determined voices.
Who fathers the child, whose proverbial seed?
The mother known and the birth decreed.
Did he run, did he stay and if so why?
Who was the father who brought this sky?
Yes, he provided the seed, the roof
yet still this man stayed so.... aloof.
A presence was he when times were good
a missing link when greener pastures intrude.
He taught love and he taught fear
fear of loss, loss of him near.
He taught his daughters to mistrust all men
for who would not fail, if he did again and again?
He taught his daughters to be strong as men
and not to let others do as he did to them.
Who has most influenced my life?
Well father dear ‘was you caused such strife.
Father you've caused me the grief of form
Father it's you who have seen me born.
Tell me if a father was a piece of bread and his children had to eat
of him in order to live and grow daily, yet the father who was made
of bread lacked in the needed nutrients and substance for them live
off of or to survive off of, then surely has he not then condemned
them to an almost certain death? I ask that all men stop being that
type of bread and become the bread of life. Men you need to enrich
your daughters and sons, so that they too will become breads of life
and not the bread of death. Man is made of bread and to each of his
children he is their daily source of knowledge, respect, caring, hope
and love of life, which in turn produce a new loaf of bread to be eaten
by the next generation. All of us need to become that bread of life in
our homes and throughout our daily lives for our children and the world.
Oh my father my weeping father
There is this promise l make today
It might just make you smile
Your dark eyes may even shine with pride
Your labour will not be in vain
My success will take away your pain
Your wounds will be healed by your tears of joy
And your deceased heart will be ressurrected by faith
My father someday failure will flee with shame
Laughter will be heard from above
Unbury your head from the sand
And weep no more my king
I have a father
who denies me
A father denied by his father
A father who has fathered many
But, Fathered few
I am his child.
I’ll not deny him.
He has my love
though he denies it.
He has my grief
though he’d despise it.
I have a father
so little mine,
so little left, here.
I have a father.
I’ll keep him near.
A father to me
who is so dear.
God bless my father for every day
he deserves to be blessed I can honestly say
he took my hand to show me the way
while clearing a path for me he'd say..
"Follow this path I clear today, for I'll
never leave you or lead you a stray"
The strength and security I feel with
my father, could never be replaced or
received by no other
And it's this special bond between
my father and me, that will test
his strength when he sets me free
There's nothing in this world more
sacred than he, and the morals
and values he's passed down our
tree
We'll walk down the isle together
one day, he'll give up my hand
then kneel down to pray,
"oh Lord..oh Lord..please show
me A way, for she was my baby
just yesterday".
Never knowing nepotism- no legacy, no love
sitting awkward on an unpushed swing
Creating a fantasy father in my mind
Better than he who left me far behind
Every day was telling, the hurt grew never less
Teeming with torture, a fire inside my chest
Abandonment is obscenely abusive
Now attachment is extremely elusive
Wounds inflicted endlessly, with no way to heal
Every endeavor pursued was to impress you
the father I never knew
Grades were A's, made amazing plays...
for that empty seat in the stands
Revenge was prevailing, despite your absence
Then we met, I never knew nervousness 'til this
The reunion was flawed...Your intentions I saw
You're placating as I clenched my fists
No fatherly pride, inside I died
You broke me all over again...
Every Achievement undone...As I retreated self-loathing
In the darkening room I stood:
tears welling in my eyes:
by the windowed-wall, looking out,
my small chest full of sighs.
Headlights bright white and tail lights red,
paired, meandered down the street,
yet the white headlights that I sought
seemed only to retreat.
Cold, calm, singular, tear drops fell,
soon reaching down turned lips;
as in the house across the street,
the living room was lit.
A Father held his baby high.
He hugged that toddler tight.
I wiped the corner of my eye,
and gazed into the night.
Above the darkened woodland near,
beneath a cobalt sky;
the highway brought their Fathers home.
alone again stood I.
Horns blared out in drives near by
sweet laughter filled the air,
and, in the drive across the street,
their Fathers did appear.
The children ran out slamming doors,
on small unshodden feet,
with tiny squeals, and upturned cheeks,
their Father they did greet.
Where was the father who I sought
our lives incomplete
a traveling man, my Father
did nothing but retreat.
*A memory from when I was 8.
I've heard people say............
My poppa is a good, good man.
While others say my daddy is a man they can't stand.
But all I know is my father is my own superman,
moving burdens, like mountains, with a shift of his hands.
There are not words that could quite describe what he means to me.
No amount of materials or money, that can compare to him, you see.
My daddy is a good man.
Mere perfection is not within his grasp,
but through his examples,
his humanity, makes me proud to exclaim,
that my father is great, not only in name.
So to all those folks who say they don't like him,
they just don't know or don't understand,
My daddy is a good man.
I've heard people say............
My poppa is a good, good man.
While others say my daddy is a man they can't stand.
But all I know is my father is my own superman,
moving burdens, like mountains, with a shift of his hands.
There are not words that could quite describe what he means to me.
No amount of materials or money, that can compare to him, you see.
My daddy is a good man.
Mere perfection is not within his grasp,
but through his examples,
his humanity, makes me proud to exclaim,
that my father is great, not only in name.
So to all those folks who say they don't like him,
they just don't know or don't understand,
My daddy is a good man.
I've heard people say............
My poppa is a good, good man.
While others say my daddy is a man they can't stand.
But all I know is my father is my own superman,
moving burdens, like mountains, with a shift of his hands.
There are not words that could quite describe what he means to me.
No amount of materials or money, that can compare to him, you see.
My daddy is a good man.
Mere perfection is not within his grasp,
but through his examples,
his humanity, makes me proud to exclaim,
that my father is great, not only in name.
So to all those folks who say they don't like him,
they just don't know or don't understand,
My daddy is a good man.
I've heard people say............
My poppa is a good, good man.
While others say my daddy is a man they can't stand.
But all I know is my father is my own superman,
moving burdens, like mountains, with a shift of his hands.
There are not words that could quite describe what he means to me.
No amount of materials or money, that can compare to him, you see.
My daddy is a good man.
Mere perfection is not within his grasp,
but through his examples,
his humanity, makes me proud to exclaim,
that my father is great, not only in name.
So to all those folks who say they don't like him,
they just don't know or don't understand,
My daddy is a good man.
Father, when I was younger ;once upon a time.
You had your jobs being provider, in the meantime.
When I was younger, you didn't understand.
Who I really was, or what I had planned.
As I grew older, you came to respect me more.
when I talk to you now, you have become my mentor.
The Lord instilled in your heart love and compassion.
To better understand others with a reverential passion.
I come to you with past, present and future dilemma’s.
You say a prayer for me, hoping I would listen.
I don't know what to do, I have a plethora full of distresses.
You pray and try to help me out of these so called messes.
We have amicable chitchats about computers and gadgetry.
You take some time out to spend with me.
When I have trouble with my husband, who is a man.
I come to you because, I know you understand.
I thank the Father above for you my father in this worldly place.
I love you, there is no other, like you I would want to replace.
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