Long Father Poems
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Comes to mind
the first time
my nose started
bleeding
all of a sudden
fearing it wouldn’t
stop
and I would die
locked in a box
underground
alive
panic voiced
on face and lips
its pallor
the unspeakable
terror felt inside.
My father reassuring
with a smile
and tenderness
you are fine
he said
nose bleeds
clear the mind.
Like a rainbow
after rain or
fire melting ice
his words
brought back
the sunshine
drying tears
and puffing
cheeks
to rosy smiles.
His words
lingering on
in trials of sickness
pain of fear
wiping out
easing the mind
to heal quicker
knowing that
through illness
body heals and
even if it dies
will be fine.
Dad from Paradise
at my side is smiling
God is love
and those who love
forever are with Him
and one another
alive in love.
taking number three
on the face
the one trinity
holding in one's hand
the golden
gateway to paradise
a crucifix
the key
to heaven
three days
Jonah spent inside
a whale
our body
a temple
split three ways
like the shamrock
a symbol from
our dear St Patrick
God is
the father
our creator
crucified
upon a cross
his son Jesus
on the third day
he rose again
in the Holy grail
according to the scriptures
a blessed spirit
our hearts
the inner voice
speaking
from the soul
i believe
on our third day
the soul rises
higher
meeting one's spirit
in limbo
three draws out
a magic number
enlightens me
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10/10/13
Dad where is your soul?
Is it important, what's its role?
I keep reading of heart and soul
What part of me does it control?
Sweetheart it's hard to explain
It's not physical not like your brain
It is like a locker you have to maintain
Things about you, it would contain
Dad this locker, are you sure it's real?
Is it like sadness something you feel?
In my book, it said a soul could heal
I'm so confused, help me, I appeal
Sweetheart it's not easy to see.
Let's say your locker has a key
The key you share with God and he,
Can see goodness, your life decree
Dad my soul is it a religious thing
Everyone has one from here to Beijing
Muslim, Christian, pauper or king
It seems more than religion can bring
Sweetheart your "soul locker" is divine
For all those who believe we can shine
To see what we are, our emotional spine
Your God has the key to your inner shrine
Dad, now I see my souls true intent
My legacy, morals what I represent
I can let in religion, with my consent
My soul is the true me, that I present
Can it be oh so serious, or humerous to be believed
When one life's turns it's oblique corner, when life can so deceive
It's when you've looked through childrens eyes, what would you honestly see
If you could be able to see through my eyes to reflect, would I be you or me
To be awoken one cold dark morning, when shades of oranges and reds abound
When all that you can hear, are the terrors in your sound
Bright lights and sirens craze, amidst a family counting cries
Whilst a screaming father shouts, will they find his sons alive
~*~
Can it be oh so serious, or humerous to be believed
When you've turned that oblique corner, we thank that we're relieved
It's when you've looked through childrens eyes, what would you honestly see
If you could be able to see through my eyes to reflect, would you be you or me
The excitement of going places together, brothers as they should normally do
Come back, your running too fast, I'll never be as fast as you
Bright lights and sirens craze, amidst a father again counting his cries
Internally he screams once more, will he find his sons alive
~*~
Can it be oh so serious, or humerous to be believed
When I have turned so many corners, when I view my family sieved
It's when you've looked through this childs eyes, what would you honestly see
If you could live through continuous hurt, in death, also I would be oh so free
To be alive and escape ones past, as I sat in the Abertarff Bar one day
Way back in 1982, I nearly allowed my being to stray
If I had decided to turn that corner, this you wouldn't be reading now
Bright lights and sirens would craze, and wonder why and how
Upon a rock, beside a cleft,
Sat a seagull white
A fledgling son sat to his left
His daughter to his right
He told them of the deep blue sea
And of the ships so grand
He taught them legends many
Tales of jewels beneath the sand
And then he nudged them forward
To stretch their wings and fly
Both children felt the oceans pull
And each thought they would try
The son was rather timid as he
gazed upon the bay
His daughter gave her bravest "Cah!!!"
And swiftly flew away
The seagull watched his daughter
And then looked at his son
"Now will you try my son?" He asked
"You've seen the way it's done!"
The son stepped forth his bright orange
Feet, one step, two steps, now three
He spread his wings and suddenly
Was flying bold and free
The older father seagull,
Watched, emotion in his eyes
"Fly farther now my children
The bluest, fairest skies...
And reach the pinnacles of heights
Than myself, and ever I
Could wish for you..,Sweet skies of blue"
And then whispered
"Good-bye."
Ruth 2:11-12 NIV?
[11] Boaz replied, “I’ve been told all about what you have done for your mother-in-law since the death of your husband—how you left your father and mother and your homeland and came to live with a people you did not know before. [12] May the Lord repay you for what you have done. May you be richly rewarded by the Lord, the God of Israel, under whose wings you have come to take refuge.”
?Ephesians 5:31-33 NIV?
[31] “For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh.” [32] This is a profound mystery—but I am talking about Christ and the church. [33] However, each one of you also must love his wife as he loves himself, and the wife must respect her husband.
?Romans 9:8-9 NIV?
[8] In other words, it is not the children by physical descent who are God’s children, but it is the children of the promise who are regarded as Abraham’s offspring. [9] For this was how the promise was stated: “At the appointed time I will return, and Sarah will have a son.”
?Galatians 4:23 NIV?
[23] His son by the slave woman was born according to the flesh, but his son by the free woman was born as the result of a divine promise.
John 17:21-23 NIV?[21] that all of them may be one, Father, just as you are in me and I am in you. May they also be in us so that the world may believe that you have sent me. [22] I have given them the glory that you gave me, that they may be one as we are one— [23] I in them and you in me—so that they may be brought to complete unity. Then the world will know that you sent me and have loved them even as you have loved me.
Form:
Silent Pain
Darkness closes in with closed eye lids, ensconced in its embrace tears fall from empty eyes to be blown on the wind like dust.
No light from moon, or stars nor heat from summer sun, reaches deep into a pain filled heart from love long gone.
Sadness wells up from a dead spring; screams “take me away from the hurt and let me be at peace I implore I can take no more.”
Father time reach down and stop the clock, like the sensation from the first and last lover’s kiss.
Lies told promises whispered from sweet honey lips, covered like sweets never to be kept.
This game where the gentle and true in silence carry deep inside,
that now empty place where only the cruel rule.
By Patrick D
Faith and sharing love,
These are true beautiful glories.
Inspiring and lifting up,
We give pure, worthy, holy praise!
What shall I do to gain eternal life?
My life is to be my Lord’s.
I’ll serve both friend and foe with delight!
Christ is our most excellent reward.
I can see it now, in spheres of brightest glory.
Newness of life is what He brings.
Father and family in greatest reunion’s story,
For Jesus saves with advent offering!
No longer is the time of probation’s trial.
Exultant overjoy and jubilant triumph reign.
All was as a dream, and now eternal life’s arrival.
With infinite eternity, we are perfectly safe!
To live the highest law now,
And minister on Christ’s behalf,
We must see all as an eternal God,
For this is our sacred path!
We start by sharing Christ’s love and saving Spirit.
With Him in Celestial glory and presence we belong,
With purified garments in redemption’s atonement.
This is our ultimate destiny and beyond!
waiting
with diaper on
for this woman to get up
off the kitchen floor and
stop bleeding while a man
hovers over her with grimace
and clinched fist
waiting
for our first-grade teacher
to stop crying
over the P.A. announcement
that the president
has just been assassinated
in Dallas
waiting
on the spirit of Christmas
to return days after the news
that mother's favorite song "You Send Me"
had just been shot and killed
a few blocks from our home
waiting
in the backseat of a Packard
for the policeman to stop screaming
at my father as urban soldiers
toss fire from their hands
in our neighborhood just outside of Watts
waiting
at LAX for Wilt the Stilt
to come back and finish
signing autographs after
some idiot just called him a freak
waiting
for the bowtie and scowl
to let go of my arm so I
can shake the hand of
the Greatest of All Time
as he starts his comeback
with an exhibition bout
in East Los Angeles
waiting
with eighteen-year-old trembling knees
for that sheriff deputy
to remove his pump action shotgun
from my temple
waiting
in the delivery room
for the wrong woman
to have my child
waiting
at a motel
for the right woman
to find the time
to slip away
waiting
on the side of
the ninety-one freeway
for a motorcade to pass
shortly after the funeral
of a former president
shamed by the Watergate scandal
waiting
and looking
while holding onto
the entry gate at 875 S. Bundy Dr.
for some sign of what really
happened that night
waiting
along with F.E.M.A. and the Red Cross
for the distraught woman
to come with us to safety
days after the Northridge earthquake
leveled her million-dollar home
waiting
at the hospital
for my first grandchild
to be born while her father
who's been convicted of battery
is nowhere to be found
waiting, waiting
seems like I'm always
waiting
Take a journey back with me
To a time not long ago
When families met for Sunday brunch
To Grandma's house we'd go
We sat down at the table
Sharing stories of our week
We listened in contently
And took our turn to speak
The smell was so relaxing
Each meal was cooked with love
On a porch swing you would learn of life
And all the lessons of
Their stories spoke of better times
Yet seemed so hard to us
Money wasn't in demand
Your neighbors you could trust
The front door was always open
No need to lock the door
Crime was not a problem then
Each person shared the chores
A coffee pot always on
Perked for those who came
They'd enter in as strangers
But leave as friends we'd made
The practiced chord of a polka song
Would fill the air with joy
To hear it now takes me back
To when I was a boy
They'd fix their homes with what they had
Even if it didn't match
But character made it look
Like it was built from scratch
Stuff was always much more fun
Cause they'd let us get away
With things that mom and dad would not
And we could play all day
They worked real hard for what they had
Yet on Sunday they gave praise
I long to have those times come back
Oh how I miss those days
I hope to pass on down the line
The way that I was raised
And tell the stories of those times
And hope they do the same
I thank you Heavenly Father
For the time we got to spend
But chances are those days are gone
They'll never come again