Long Fatherhood Poems
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About the eleventh hour,
Came a strong man of valor,
Who came so meek and mild,
With inner, unending power.
His time was in an age,
When Satan’s forces would rage,
To take down the generation,
Chosen to mark the day.
Along came a beloved child to him,
Paramount in fighting the evil wild,
Who would need a stable root to stem,
And help to shape and save his life.
This man does everything he can,
With so much good to give,
Bringing honor to his family's plan,
Living to serve, and freely forgive.
I am this man, whom walks with God,
Holding His hand, following His plan.
It’s now our time, to affirm our all in all,
By obedience, to His every command.
I forever give all things gratefully,
Back to our Father in Heaven,
Who graciously gives so bountifully,
As the miracle in the bread of life, the leaven.
I would not have this role, were it not for my goodly mother,
Who sacrificed unto no end, to save our family’s soul.
We are eternally blessed by her, like no other,
Because with God’s perfect love, He saves us in whole.
In the name of the Father, of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen…
Almighty and everlasting God
Who, in the secret counsels of Your ineffable (indescribable) Providence (Fate)
Have been pleased to call us into life by means of our parents
Who therefore partake of Your divine power in our regard
Mercifully hear the prayer of filial (familial) affection
Which we offer to You
In behalf of those to whom You have given
A share of Your fatherly mercy
In order that they might lavish (produce in abundance) upon us
In our journey through life
The consoling gift of Your holy and generous love.
Dear Lord
Fill our parents with Your choicest blessings
Enrich their souls with Your holy grace
Grant that they may faithfully
Constantly guard that likeness to
Your mystic marriage with Your Church,
You did imprint upon them on the day of their nuptials
Fill them with the spirit of holy fear
The beginning of wisdom
Continually move them to impart the same to their children
Such wise may they ever walk in the way of Your commandments
May their children be their joy in this earthly exile
Their crown of glory in their home in heaven
Finally, Lord God
Grant that both our father
Our mother may attain to extreme old age
Enjoy perpetual health in mind and body
May they deserve to sing
Your praises forever in our heavenly country in union with us
Their children
Giving You most hearty thanks
You have given upon them
In this valley of tears
The great gift of a share
In the light of Your infinite fruitfulness
And of Your divine fatherhood.
In the name of the Father, of the Son and of the Holy Spirit
Amen
What a Life!
I was Inspired to write this Poem, because I wanted to create a few verses that could readily or easily be turned into a song. It talks about the struggles of having something of Value, i.e. Land, Diamonds, Oil, Other Minerals, etc. and encountering someone, or an entity with Great Physical Power, and the Dynamics of that Relationship. Whether or not if Justice, Concepts of Right and Wrong, and Human Decency come into Play, or if it all Boils down to Money, Greed, and Manipulation by the Use of Power and Force?
A Letter to a Friend!
The Events that took place which inspired me to write this Poem, is that while watching the news, I saw a situation where a young black male, i.e. Mr. George Floyd was stopped, arrested or questioned and the excessive use of Force was Employed, used or invoked which lead to his eventual Death. Which I think was unnecessary and completely avoidable. For in Identical situations or circumstances for individuals of the Caucasian race, this escalation of violence seldom if ever happens or not as frequently as it appears that it occurs when dealing with members of minority populations i.e. black, brown, or Other Segments of Society.
What I Miss Most are the Words left Unsaid!
This Poem came About by the Sudden Passing of My Father, and how unexpected it was seeing that I had spoken with him the previous weekend. The Pain, Love, Regret, and Other Emotions which I Felt suddenly come to the Forefront or Surface of My Mind, which I had to deal with. The Lives he Left behind, and the Implications of Choices which He Made While he was still Living.
While You Were Here, I Wonder if You Thought On These Things Too?
This Poem was Inspired by the Feeling(s) Evoked by My Father's Sudden Passing, and the Realization that I Still Love Him, Though HE Was Not Perfect, For He Had Numerous Children born to Women who were not my Mother. Though Him Being Married to my Mother the Whole Time, made me Question Fidelity, Love, Integrity, Honesty and Numerous Other Concepts which I Had Always Taken for Granted. As Their meaning and Definition being explained in the Oxford or Webster Dictionary. My Relationship with Him is More Complicated Than That.
Dear Aaron, you’re my blessing and my pride
the child I’ve always dreamt of
the years were vanishing before my eyes
and each birthday was a sobering reminder
of dreams that might be withering away and life slipping me by
I’ll always remember when I found out
my life was so about to change
it was a Wednesday afternoon
just like any other Wednesday afternoon
I somehow never noticed
the glowing sparkle in your mother’s eyes
looking back now I see it so vividly and since then
each night’s been filled with dreams
of every moment I’d spend with you
holding your tiny hands, seeing you grow
take your first steps, your first words
I was exuberant and
wanted to burst with excitement after all
I was being blessed with the magic of fatherhood
a reward from above for leading the good life
Always remember how much you were desired
and welcomed in this life
no matter what life throws at us, we will rise above it
you’ll have a better life than I
because you’re blessed
and I’ll never let you down
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
no emotionally ecstatic experience compares
to the seminal instance
whence spermatozoa
(from profuse ejaculation) beget
the miraculous propensity
to procreate despite the steep odds
female fertility fosters potential impregnation
fusing the hereditary debt
of feral, fiery, fomenting friskiness
fueling fancy free footloose fornication
prior to seminal fertilization union
sans ova doth induce fret
full ness in tandem with
diametrically opposed exultant sensations
(biologically, embryonically, microscopically,
et cetera) seismic shocks inject
when deliberate intent arises to disregard
applying prophylactics choice
plying reproductive roulette let
which analogous fruitful uterine plain
bastes the "cooking" egg omelette
which impregnation upends cessation of "self"
first and foremost asper desire to breed
wrenching role of "me" as operative
of webbed world de jure upon
consummating that most miraculous deed
necessitating yet for the fecund female relief
from messy menstrual cycle
she becomes temporarily freed
that perhaps a novitiate (or even a gal practiced
in the euphoric family, she instinctually
abides prenatal signals that heed
without feeling debased, harangued, lectured
pedagogical, polemical, puritanical, et cetera blast
assessing copulation enjoyed gloriously,
ineluctably, kinesthetically
lectured by elder, especially cast
in thee reel life drama, that nine months
til offspring utters initial whimper
elapses exceptionally fast
emitting a radiant golden halo wishing
to bottle confluence of hormonal secretions last
ideally fully awake to the birthing process,
when juiced the first stage of maternity past
cuz every moment thee inconsolably
(perhaps colicky infant)
gets first dibs to suckle,
which round the clock nursing
consumes moments many vast.
Alfred and the addiction
Alfred the pianist is my father who denies fatherhood
had stopped smoking, he had a golden cigarette holder
which he gave me I also noticed he hands trembled
this because he had stopped drinking. Usually, had a glass
of wine at noon; for a fortnight Alfred avoided me if
he saw me on the street he walked another way, this naturally
made me feel hurt, my father avoiding me.
He came and asked for his cigarette holder, needed it like a prop,
so he was an actor now I sarcastically said to myself.
He had successfully stopped smoking he could leave it alone
as he was no longer addicted, to prove it lit up a cigarette; he smoked five
while we sat in the park and there was a whiff of port wine in the air.
I had this dream while growing up…that I’d be a millionaire
l’d live in a beautiful house, drive a fancy car…there’d be money everywhere.
I’d float through a life of happiness…I’d seldom wear a frown.
I’d have no reason to be sad because…I’d be the richest man in town.
It’s funny how life sometimes has other plans…how different dreams unfold
when on a teacher’s salary, now with a family…I put my initial dream on hold.
There were mouths to feed and bills to pay…facts I couldn’t deny
Now I dreamed of health and happiness with enough money to get by.
Yes, growing up I had this dream…as many young people do
but I never dreamed I could be happy if a different dream came true.
My dream house isn’t as big nor my dream car quite as fancy…
but I found I do not care
I have a beautiful wife, a wonderful family…I have joy and love everywhere.
I’d like to tell you the exact moment when it happened…but I don’t think I can…
when the young boy’s dreams from long ago gave way to the new dreams of the man.
But this new dream I am living…I’ll be the first one to concede
has allowed me to float through a happy life…with everything I need.
Which is why, after all these years…I seldom wear a frown…
because somehow, even though a different dream came true…
I’m still the richest man in town.
The uncertainty of being unnerved
they look to people to undermine
when folk meet in that beginning
is easier when everything is sweet and kind
some people like to collect people
make them think there in a relationship
won't slow down bum rushing
fast and quick
it is easiest there to cause doubt and
to be deceptive.
when a relationship becomes official
it that new beginning
ridding yourself of others
who don't support your position
when you can't find your freinds
beleive me aint nothing you're missing
she support her husband
showing love, and affection
respect, and appreciation,
having real conversations
doing our thing a shared responsibility
supportive actions love it when
looks out for me
we love strong and hard
we in love with one another
I love her on my own
love our time with each other
while also communicating openly
listening actively
a trust confidante
my emotional and intimate freind
,
The Flutist turned out to be a Sopranistka
who played Bassoon and Kettledrum
He was a trombone player who did a little
drummachine and guitar work
they meet and she wasn't kind
but things changed when she
became his babies mother
the graduale step toward both
marrage and fatherhood
change the complection of there togtehrness.
When you were born on this day,
I'm glad The Most High gifted us with you
I wouldn't have it any other way
These are all an embodiment of one
Love, Respect, Trust, Honer, Strength, Compassion, empathy, Protection, Knowledge, Wisdom, Sound Advice, Authority, Husbandhood, Fatherhood, Brotherhood, and Friendship... And when all the others are not apparent, there is always, Love...
Because, these gifts and more, are what The MOST HIGH instilled in one of HIS greatest creations
These are all but an embodiment of one
These are all
The Makings OF A Big Brother
Raising these babies,
As a father I done had my ups and downs,
As a man I be praying I don't let my babies down,
As a brother my religion has me focused on The Highest,
As I pray and you know I got my babies right beside me,
As a father gotta teach them that within there's something greater,
As a man I love their mothers without them I couldn't make them,
As a brother my religion has me focused on a better way,
I know I'm far from perfect but at least I taught them how to pray.
Raising these babies,
As a father I done cried so many times,
As a man if I can't feed them I'll turn to a life of crime,
As a brother my religion tells me put them babies first,
After God life is hard but I know it could be worst,
As a father I'll protect them cause I love my sons and daughters,
As a man I'm responsible to nurture and support them,
As a brother my religion tells me teach them equity,
They're my heart and without them I don't think that I can breathe.