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Krz
To my dad
He holds my hand to give
Me his krz
He is smart like a Catherine wheel made his dreams in a
Krz
He only runs hole life to give
& fill his own roads of krz
Someone told me never ever take krz
He never ever give me a clean
Roads of my aim because of his butter krz
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
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If I said I love you would you be mad?
I do recall our fight and I am sad.
It does not erase the good times we had.
What we share is real and not some fad.
I have loved you since you were a young lad.
You remind me of a great man, my dad.
Babe, I want to be your lifelong comrade.
Becoming your new bride would make me glad.
08-27-16
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Christmas time;
Christmas time;
Christmas time is here.
All that shopping you have done,
make it so dear.
Christmas time;
Christmas time;
Christmas time is here.
The tree looks rare and not so bare.
All those gifts for mom and dad make
this time the best you've ever had.
You've waited all the year and now it's here.
So don't despair; you can do it all again next
year.
Happy Birthday Baby Jesus
You are the Reason for the Season.
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My brother is naughty
Smiling face is his Beauty
He plays with my books
If asked, he escapes with smiling looks
When my dad shows him stick
He pretends to be sick
Later ,runs away very quick
Moreover..
My brother's activities are such fun
He plays hide and seek like the sun
I love my little brother very much
He is my treat of happiness!!
In fact , Only sibling to share everything
with me in this enormous world....
29-7-2020
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*In 2008 my dad died of cancer. My mother and I was working a quilt for him while he
was going through his treatments so he would have something to remind him of us. I
was writing a poem for him that I was going to emborider on the quilt the night I got
the phone call he'd died. Here it is, the poem I've been most afraid of ever since
because as soon as I finished writing this the phone rang and I just knew.*
Through the years you've missed alot
But you've always ran through my prayers and thoughts
I just wanted to let you know
I love you and I will always be
My daddy's baby girl.
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We carry Dad in this huge box,
four of us bearing the weight,
that of him, that of the box, this very box,
this weighty combination, a virtual sarcophagus,
or so it seems to us,
the four siblings who support this box,
this very box, this hefty bulk,
containing our dad, on this day.
He was our old friend, still so,
and is a guy who supported us,
kept us in bread, daily,
and much more, much more.
He is a heavy man
in this accursed, hefty, weighty box.
Our shoulders sag, slump,
two left, two right.
Oh, the weight of this dear father
in this big box, on this day,
a huge thing we'd rather not bear.
Do we not wish this man would spring to life?
(May 2022)
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If I were a boy, even just in a dream.
I'll give my girl flowers everyday.
I'd let her know how much she's loved
and assure no tears fall from her eyes.
If I were a boy one day I wake up,
I'll kiss her eyes 'til she drops.
I'll lay her down in a bed of roses.
I'll carry her 'til we reach the heaven's door.
If I were a boy even for an hour.
I'll tell her exactly who I am.
I will not cave in the shadow of my past.
I'll give her the happiness that lasts.
If I were a boy,
I'd keep the love on fire.
I'll respect my mom, sisters, and wife.
I'll be my kid's greatest model dad.
If I were a boy,
I would be a real man.
Who knows exactly what makes a man,
who can't be moved by other woman.
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D - devotion
À - age for admiration
D - is for Destiny your all that you would ever be
D- doing
A- always
D- delivering
D- determined
A- and
D- designed for glorious thing's
D- desired
A- admired
D- doting
D- devotion
A- age for admiration
D- is for Destiny your all that you would ever be
Earthly Father you will forever be;
And ever a very part of me!
You see you co created me;
Your strength runs throughout my life;
You've done me right;
You were a Dad whom provided;
And I'm so glad you did;
Father I am so glad that I am your kid;
I praise and thank you for your protection and provision;
Yes! All that you've done, all that you did!
And yes.
Happy Father's Day
Dedicated to All Fathers past, present and future
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Which was the Son, WHO IS YOUR FATHER
Which was the son
Of all man
Where does he come from
Comes from
We have
the
same Father
Which was the son of Adam
Which was the Son of God
Some of us had three Fathers
In our life
One Spiritual God the Father
One Spiritual Lucifer/Satan Father of lies
One natural physical dad "you fill in the blank_______________"
My father name is
Are you thankful
Question is you know who your daddy is
Have you repented are you temporary one of Satan's kids
As Maury Povich would say, "Do you know who the father is?"
"And the results are in ____________Your daddy is?,
"Satan, you are not the father"
Which was the Son, WHO IS YOUR FATHER
Allah
St. Luke 3:23-38
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
12/28/17
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Broken Promises
You said that you wouldn't do this to me
But now you say you are done
While I sit here alone with our baby
You're still out there having fun
Yet you said you wanted to be in his life
Said you wanted to be a dad
Gave me a ring calling me your future wife
Then you had to give up everything we had
Because I caught you with another girl
Yet you were steady making up a lie
Told us we was your whole world
But It's like you keep passing us by
Because theres always going to be another thing
That interest you more than we do
So here I give you back this ring
Until you figure out what you're supposed to do
You'll realize this when she's gone
And you start wanting Me and your son
Too bad we've already moved on
While you were still out there having fun
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Mother started her journey home today
where Dad stands, waiting with open arms
in the sunsets meeting of the oceans glare.
I stood by the shore, the water so clear
waiting for the message the dolphins bring near.
Has she made it; did they greet? Little
dolphin, is her journey complete?
The seahorses are guarding the Sailor in delight
the maiden was brought home by the dolphin's
side. For them the coral is glowing in splendor sight,
the waters are warm as they hugged tight.
No more loneliness he promised her as she held him
close not another word was heard. They have united
once again and now their new journey begins.
Thank you, beautiful soul, for you have made my heart
happy and once again whole. Beautiful dolphin, the messenger
of the Sea, someday I myself will be with the sea.
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Please don't cry over my casket
For I am not there
Please don't cry at my grave
My soul has been set free
I know it's hard not to cry
We've been down this road one to many times
I have no more pain
I have no more sickness
And I wouldn't change a thing
As I walk threw the gates of Heaven
Mom Dad our brothers and our sisters
Will welcome me with open arms
Here I am free
Don't blame yourself
It was my time to go home
This is where I'm supposed to be
Don't dwell on things which you can not change
I will always be in your heart
I will always be watching over you
When that day comes for you to come home
I will be there to welcome you
With open arms
And walk you through the gates of Heaven
You will be greeted by our family & friends
Who came home before you
Until that day I will be watching over you
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She sits in her room waiting,
Waiting for that man to come,
To come up those stairs and into her bedroom.
She listens for the creaking step,
That step tells her if he is coming to hurt her,
To play with his toy again,
To play with her.
As he comes up that creaking step,
She grips the long medal object on her hand,
And she waits in silence, and in tears for him to enter her room.
When he is at the top she sneaks,
Sneaks to a corner of her room and watches the door,
Watches for him to enter.
Finally the door opens, and there he stands,
She looks at the man standing in her doorway,
And watches him creep closer to her,
As he gets closer she grips that object harder,
And she jumped on that man,
Stabbing him the chest.
Finally it is over,
No more crying,
No more hurting,
No more rape.
Finally dad is dead
He can't hurt her anymore.
Written by: Alicia Faunce
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What use to be so very handsome
Very good looking and fine guys.
I am sure are a painful sight.
In any mother's eyes.
The street recruited most by mere surprise.
Unknowingly it was a down payment.
Unseen the enemy lay.
In darkness patiently await the collection.
Now walking pictures.
Some with reflections on non recognition.
Refusing any resources of rescue.
The once promised.
Lives are now filled with grave disparity.
Walking daily down the stairs of death.
Walking in pairs.
Some walk alone.
With the common denominator being.
The streets have now become home.
My heart goes out to the parents.
Whether living or already gone on.
I sympathize with loved ones.
Those that are left.
After mom and dad have transitioned on.
To painfully endure the brokenness.
Of hurtful choices with a dim future.
Now living in demise.
Those painful tears now fall.
From the next generations eyes.
When the day of death come.
The enemy jumps for joy.
Paid in full he collects his prize.
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TO FULLY UNDERSTAND THIS POEM PLEASE READ MY POEM 'NOT QUITE
WONDER WOMAN' AND TIM SMITH'S POEM A CALL TO BLUNDERWOMAN
Hey Tim’s kids get off your tush
Your dad is baking something lush
He’s made a massive tray of cake
Do the washing up for goodness sake
Then he’s going to mow the lawn
Poor guy’s been up since the crack of dawn
Then he will tackle the all the weeding
While you shout out ‘dad we need feeding’
So give your dad a lovely break
Surprise him with a special cake
I’d give you a hand but I’m not free
But please send a slice to me
Get off the x box and have some fun
Play in the park or go for a run
If dad is busy then give me a call
And Blunderwoman will scare you all
Then you will appreciate you dad
For Blunderwoman is really bad
She will fill your head with dread and fear
So do me a favour pour your dad a cold beer
Sit him down in front of the telly
With lots of food and wobbly jelly
Give him hugs and a special treat
Now he can relax and put up his feet
Jan Allison
3rd August 2014
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You’ve always been gentle,
You’re openly kind.
You feel your emotions
And you say what you mean.
You’re the yes boy
For whatever they need.
You’re unafraid
Of being yourself.
You tell dad jokes,
‘Thats what she said’ in between.
You do what you want,
You eff around,
But not long enough
To find out.
You’ve been held within limits
That have finally broken.
You’re free to be yourself
In the confines of these perimeters.
You walk and talk
Like you’re some kind of playboy
But you consider others,
Maybe more than you should.
You wear your heart on your sleeve,
And you act by over thinking.
You smile real pretty
And follow your own rules.
You swear loud as hell,
You dance in the rain.
You’re unapologetic
In the way that you move.
I didn’t change that,
But you’ve become more aware.
You say you consider more
After what we did.
You’re more
Than what you
Make yourself seem.
To the friend I wrote this about, if you ever come across this... Thank you. For a lot more than this is saying.
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If it wasn’t for him needing me
I think I would crumble and die
The thing that keeps me going strong
Is that pleading look in his eye
His mother left us years ago
For that castle in the sky
If it wasn’t for him needing me
I think I would crumble and die
If it wasn’t for him trusting me
To help him along his way
I think I would just pack my bags
And from this life I'd run away
But then at night when beside his bed
We both kneel down to pray
And he thanks the Lord that I’m his Dad
Then I know that I’ve got to stay
If it wasn’t for him loving me
With everything that he’s got
I think that how to give love back
Is something I would have forgot
When she died I wanted to die too
But I knew that I could not
Because I had to raise our little boy
And it’s what I want to do a lot
If it wasn’t for him needing me
I think I would crumble and die
The thing that keeps me going strong
Is that pleading look in his eye
His mother left us years ago
For that castle in the sky
If it wasn’t for him needing me
I think I would crumble and die
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This poem is written for a mate’s dad
The family left feeling awfully sad
For their Poppabear passed this week
A better life he tries to seek
A Son, A Brother, A Father too
Your babybears were very proud of you
Yes you had your demons with fags and the booze
Alas your taking your final cruise
You gave your children a better life than you had
That’s why they are proud to call you dad
Your early days with your brother were difficult and hard
No contact from parents not even a card
But you stayed true to your word
Gave your children love that’s not absurd
Even though you struggled with your health
Your love to the kids was better than wealth
As a former soldier and a guardsman too
I’m sure your send-off won’t be all blue
As a Guardsman you will stand tall
Erect to the front you will not fall
A handsome and witty chap you were
Direct to the point that was for sure
As a man who didn’t mince his words
Assertive and polite but did not curse ?
So Poppa Bear you will be missed
Now your babybears are getting Pxxxed
RIP DAD we loved you so much
A single white feather is all now we can clutch
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Cement Pillow
Blame, blame, blame
makes playing life’s game so much easier to do…
Shift it, change it, switch it as long as it ain’t put on you.
Blame, blame, blame
Mom’s the easiest target…
since dad I never knew.
Blame, blame, blame
Let others wear the shame…
As you rip a beat/ freestyle & put on a show…
Convinced that such is true, that chip on his shoulder is free to grow & grow.
Blame, blame, blame
No! Son try a ‘lil’ Socratic Reasoning…
You might find out it was truly all your own choices & actions…
In reality the blame all belongs to you.
Blame, blame, blame
“No, no, no!” Is the retort I get…
Look back in truth with that gifted brain
Choosing still to refrain,
cause the performance is way cooler, when one has been ripped off and beaten down by one who’s sposed to help you make gain.
Blame, blame, blame
“If I truthfully look back, think hard and follow the logic, I might have to accept that it was my own choices and actions…Shite! I really did create my own bed!”
No worries, son, you have naught to dread... my love is unconditional and just continues to spread.
Jill Spagnola
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I know how lost and lonely
Your world was for a while
Your eyes so sad and empty
Your face without a smile
Your world so out of focus
Set you walking the wrong street
And always I’d be there
To wipe the tears of each defeat
But never did I give up hope
I always prayed we’d win
I prayed with me beside you
Once again your soul would sing
For you were still the son I loved
Who’d brought me so much joy
You were still a part of me
You were still my boy
You found the strength so many times
To wash away the pain
Rebuilding all your hopes and dreams
You’d learn to smile again
But in my heart I always knew
Your search for peace of mind
Would only ever find you
When you left this world behind
I feel an endless ache inside
I feel so incomplete
For losing you it means
I've lost the biggest part of me
Forever I will miss the laughs
Our talks, your smiling face
Forever I will miss the son
I never can replace
It’s hard to let you go
Because we never said goodbye
Now you’re an Angel in God’s Heaven
High above the sky
But sometimes when I'm all alone
And feel all hope is gone
I seem to hear you whisper
"Dad, just smile, and carry on"
(For Colin & Jamie)
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Fourteen days...
Ted, what will become of you?
Two weeks back, you were lifted out and rushed
to intensive care, breathing but fitting,
unable to tell us how it felt to
be born with wires, tubes, winking lights and graphs,
monitors for music. No lullaby.
Intensive carers, what will become of Ted?
With your skill, experience, resources,
teamwork, measuring, scanning, recording,
what can you know? Assurance so fragile
to hear, to believe, to hope. Yet we trust
your watching, waiting, providing for Ted.
Eight pounds six gave you a start, Ted, but loss
of blood left your vitality distressed.
Three times you endured a lumbar puncture,
just to exclude the chance of infection,
Now at least you are given Mummy's milk.
Now at last Mum and Dad can cradle you.
Phil and Lorraine, who will Ted be for you?
With the waiting, not knowing, sensitive
to every sign, fearing, hoping with time
to pass at the cot side. Reading aloud
from The Fantastic Mister Fox for Ted
to hear the voice of Dad, and Mum holding.
Rex, big brother, who will Ted be for you?
Hard for you to understand the comings
and goings, greetings and goodbyes; broken
routines, conversations. For you and Ted
we hope and we pray, but how will it be
for you together? Your needs competing.
God, who will Ted become? For him the best
is what you desire. Make us strong that we,
that you can give to overcome the hurt,
and so make whole his infant brain. Uphold
with courage and patience Lorraine and Phil;
may their bond promise peace and life for Ted.
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More pure than a lake of baptized sins
I just wanna get money and match my friends
She wash in Lake Minnetonka with a devilish grin
Her seductiveness pulls me in
While I watch it pour purple drizzles all over her chin
Then I drift
No one cares about me being alive
and that’s why I live
Why I live though
My phone doesn’t ring
As I sit in the crib bro
Whomever I shall vent to
I feel my words being recycled
Maybe the CIA sent you
I can’t recognize my rivals
Greeks disassociate from the king
I don’t believe in false idols
I grieve alone and dream of Ma & dee
Grandma passing left me with nothing
I trust no one
I’m uncomfortable in my own home
Self destruction like a veteran bum
this is some great rum
I hate complaining I’m no cry baby or whineo
But alcohol could save me from being unhappy in certain places
Pretending I’m not aging
Remember the litigations with my son mom
Is still complicated
And if I die today
I’ll be number one dad in y’all faces
Take my pride away
I walk tall with all faith in
Trust shattered
I’m up to bat
So nothing matters
I give up
Im damaged
Insecure
I hear the drunken laughter
Reluctant chatter
I’m so dumb to even love you
After this
I found my favorite sorority girl and smashed her
I got married and divorce without judge Mathis
What’s today’s mathematics
I never interact with static
I’m much more foward
Then most actors
I’m the black Jim carrey
But I had the mask on backwards
She sent me 5 attachments
Her Glo was realer
Than all my baggage
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A brother’s love for his sister;
a brother's love ALWAYS protects you... a sister's love ALWAYS follows you
Must be in placed always;
It’s never tarnished, never blisters;
A brother must along with father;
ALWAYS…
Protect His,
Sister.
For God has loan her to him ( to you)
It’s a spiritual duty,
Cause sisters must keep;
Until she’s grown-up,
And a man sweeps her off her feet;
And always, always never let the sun go down;
Without saying I am SORRY;
Siblings together, spirit blood ties;
Loaned from God for a little while,
ALWAYS, ALWAYS.
Along with Father God, Mom and Or Dad...
Admonish, Protect and Love;
In sickness and fever blisters,
never ever dissed her,
she’s God daughter she-glisters,
Holy angels kissed her,
never shall you missed her,
Assist her, consider her feelings, never dismissed her,
Enlister,
Don't resist her,
be clear to her don’t be a tongue twister,
Do not hate her
Embrace her
never unsister,
Love ALWAYS YOUR SISTER
Siblings together, spirit blood ties
Loaned from God for a little brief while
ALWAYS, ALWAYS,
Along with Father God, Mom and Or Dad
Admonish, Protect and Love;
Until Jesus or her husband comes…
You her brother are 5th in line to protect her
For God has said she is your part
Both you and her share a heart
Never dislike nor hate your sibling
Always protect and love your sister
Don't resist her,
Do not hate her
ALWAYS Embrace her
never unsister,
Love ALWAYS, ALWAYS LOVE YOUR SISTER
A dedicated verse to Brother and Sister Dilan and Savannah Sorensen
Dilan’s Verse
10/4/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
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Another day and sadly another Hip-Hop legend passes
One half of Mobb deep and he's responsible for a few classics
Juvenile hell came out in 93 when I was 1 years old
The infamous which they released in 95 is when they started to reach the masses
Drink away the pain makes me think of my dad
Prodigy is one of the reasons I'm fearless when I write on my pad
He was 19 years old when he wrote his verse for shook ones
At that age did he know how legendary that verse would become?
He instantly became an idol with his lyrics
From shook ones to survival of the fittest
When he rapped over a Havoc beat
It was unmatched and usually a masterpiece
He was always one of the best on the microphone
He had beef with Nas, Tupac and Jay-Z, and held his own
It was heaven for ears when they released hell on earth
Always amazed by the stories and messages he would put into a verse
They made Murda Muzik so they became America's nightmares
I wish Prodigy was still here
He spoke out about the evil in the music industry
Your music will live on and you'll always be in our memory
How could anyone compete with yours and Havocs chemistry?
I know we all go one day but why did it have to be your time?
Its crazy how someone can inspire you so much through rhymes
I didn't even know you personally but I have a tear in my eye
Now you're in heaven with Big Pun and Big L about to write
H.N.I.C is one of my favourite albums of all time
Thank you for sharing your words and showing us your genius mind
Mobb Deep are one of the greatest Hip-Hop groups of all time, you will always have our love
You taught us there's no such thing as halfway crooks
I've never met you, but this has got to me
We will always miss you, Rest in peace Prodigy
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How hard could it be on a beautiful Saturday?
Brian calls us, “Hurry up. They are taking Dad to the hospital.”
Brian meets me at the door, ”Dad didn't make it.”
I scream, “Oh my God.” I crumple into a ball just outside the hospital door.
I yell, “Why, my God, why, my Dad?” I turned purple (that's what Brian said.)
I compose myself; I get up and we walk into that little room.
How hard could it be to say goodbye to my heart?
He's lying there, a tube sticking out of his mouth.
I touch him, still warm, I say, “I'll miss you.”
They leave, I turn back, I touch him, still warm, I say,
“I love you a million.” I walk out, tough as nails, quaking on the inside.
In my head I hear, “You can do it Den.” I feel a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
How hard can it be to bury my Dad?
Sunday, we all meet at mom's, we talk, we hug, we cry.
Monday, we all meet at mom's; we talk, we hug, we cry.
Tuesday, the wakes, double dread. I stand there, tough as nails, quaking on the
inside. “You can do it,” he says to me.
Wednesday, the funeral, all the flowers, over 280 people saying goodbye to my
Dad. I hear him still, “You can do it.”
Thursday, I sit here writing this poem, tears run down my face. “You can do it,”
he is saying to me.
Friday, we will bury my Dad's ashes; a copy of this will be put in that little
wooden house-shaped box. We will cry; I know it. His spirit will surround us
with his love. He'll give us all hugs and kisses all around.
How hard can it be to go on?
“My God, Jesus, please help me.”
I hear Jesus saying, “Trust in me and your burdens will be lifted.”
“Dad, why did you leave us so soon?”
I hear Dad saying,” It was my time and I was ready to go home. Don't cry for me.
Celebrate my life and have a party. I will always be sitting next to you, Den. You
can do it.” Hugs and kisses all around.
Thank you, Jesus, my heavenly father. I trust in you and praise your name.
And thank you Dad for your unconditional love,unselfish support and your
heartfelt hugs and kisses. I`ll be okay. See you soon. I love you.
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