Long Fatherme Poems
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"I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you . . ."
A Rambling Poet
There’s always been a significant person
Who has guided me through life
And taught me everything
A growing girl should learn,
From counting all my numbers,
To knowing how life can be cold.
My gratitude rewards this person
For, I was not easy to train,
Oft’ times I turned my shoulder cold
I believed I knew everything.
I just wanted to be young and live,
And tried to stray too many times to count.
I’ve grown beholden of the things I’ve learned.
My knowledge floods in large quantities,
Through my veins, from the veins of a special being.
Accepted, and hoarding his words, entirety
My mind suppressing reality of his un-beating hearts coldness
Building castles in air, deceiving myself that he might live.
~”I walk solitaire, but not alone”~
Through the graveyard, choked by after-life.
His name on the monument, bold & stone cold.
I run my hand across the surface, and embrace it whole
Suffer the etching through my fingertips, I’ve new things to learn
“He” isn’t really here, only his flesh and bones.
I close my eyes to preserve it all, and count to 10.
Within that 10 seconds, his spirit enlightens my company,
Sits with me, we discuss everything
“I taught you a lot, especially these things of cold,
I know what I promised, I know what a special person
I was to you. But Randa you must now learn
To do things on your own. In the way of your own life.”
~”I shan’t forget the words he left me with…”~
“Pass my knowledge to my grandsons, for them to learn.
I see already you’ve taught Logan to count.
Princess, you know I’m still here, even though my flesh is cold
And, even though now I cant do every little thing
That I could when my blood flowed, I can live on through your life
And spiritually lead you to be who you want, as a person”
Then my daddy faded away, and everything
Went back to the way it was. Like numbers
On a clock, must be wound to keep it’s life.
©2011-06-23
Miranda Lambert
Contest: Writing In The Sublime ~
you made me,
but i wonder if you broke me too,
turned me into you.
Gave me your courage, gave me grace, a taste,
of my future and yours.
That ever elusive shrug, the brave face, "fight your fears"
has only reduced me to tears, along with those unfortunate to fall for it.
What if making me stronger only served to make me weak, always first to speak,
to defend, to pretend i'm still a good listener.
What if ambivilance lost me in the game somewhere, too stubborn to care,
and now i've "come so far", too far to get it back.
What if i lost me when i lost you?
Look what we become when looking out for number one,
we lose count on our fingers but we're all having fun, right?
I'm too tired to put up a fight, I need to lay down, need a chance to breath,
to relieve my tangled mind.
My strings have come lose and I've lost my path, whilst running along in your shadows,
trying to grasp, trying to know what it is you were trying to show me.
When I go down along with all your words of wisdom
I wont be laughing in the face of adversity, or my lover's,
it's the others who'll pick me up and carry me, try to teach me,
where will you be?
when you set us free did you do it for me?
or was I just your project, a reject,
one you could forget when you make a new start?
Did you know you'd break my heart?
Was it part of the learning, part of the game, to start me on my way?
one day, you'll say,
you made me.
Form:
In your mother's eyes I catch the first sight
A miracle in our lives so vibrant and bright
The pride of all married folk
A pride we will soon revoke.
Kicking into the air, you're inaugurated into my life
As I teach you everything I know.
You looked up to me with your innocent eyes
A curse that the heavens will bestow.
Your trust in me became resentment
As you grew thinking you knew more.
All I sacrificed for you
Faced my worst fears, endured your mother's tears, holding fate tightly near,
You failed to appreciate
And instead turned away from me
To you I began to depreciate
As you turned soonest to the sea.
And those eyes are still the same
But everything around them has changed.
I raised you to be the best
You turned out as bad as the rest.
Children are sweet in their innocent youth
Believing what you say and saying what they mean.
But it seems this world twists and turns
Changing the once pure inner soul.
And with a flip of a switch, a turn of the knob
The child you knew turns against you.
But can we say we were surprised?
We did the same to our fathers.
Rebelled, as we beheld rage
We too were once miracles and now we're living hell
As the maturity of time grips and makes us bitter
Bitter is time's emitter.
So let us return to those who bore us
Set an example for our offspring to mimic us
Because without em, there won't be anyone left to mourn us.
Dad, which way will this road go?
I'm sorry Son, I do not know.
It could go east. It could go west.
I'm sorry Son, I know not what's best.
Will it be paved? Will it be cold?
Son, for all I know it could be gold.
It could be ash or maybe stone.
I just don't know. Now leave me alone.
Will there be trees along the way
or rolling fields with bales of hay?
I told you Son, I've no idea.
Now go away! Won't you please?
Dad, your'e no help, no help at all.
I may as well talk to a wall.
I'm busy Son, a busy man.
I can't always hold your hand.
I can not say which road to take.
That's a decision you must make.
The choice is yours. Now be off with you.
Can't you see I've much to do?
Alright already, I can take a hint.
You want me gone....At least I think.
I'm leaving now. I'm out of here.
I'll bother you no more. Have no fear!
I'm sorry Son. Please don't leave yet.
I'm afraid if you do we will both have regrets.
Can you give me a second? I'm just about through.
Come sit with me boy. I want to talk to you.
My boy, my son; you are now a man.
On your own two feet you must stand.
Mistakes you'll make as have we all.
You may fall down. You may stand tall.
I have given to you all that I am.
Have some faith in yourself. Set your plans.
And know my son that whatever you do,
good or bad; I will always love you!
The Applethoughtrotten
September, and the rains begin
Ripe drops of memory on the tongue
September, and the robins spin
Fresh songs sweet as hibiscus lung
I am in your birth month, father
Day covering me with your form, fife
Me to dance your fiddle of life
This month, wind tailored, clothed
With days that you wore before
The abyss of eons
Spangled stars that gave dust
To the flesh of earth
Here's our making and our daying place
This month garments memory
Like your ties around a child's neck
And I, led gracefully
Into the blue church's chamber, defaced
Now by childhood recollection of transgressions
Those whose jealousy of you made them sin
And stumbled in my eyes
Where love etched your face on unstained glass
Those sweet light flooded panes
September brims me with light
But the sun fades fast
I am glad its too early for leaves to fall
The sunset still its glory cast
I play in the shadow of your love, singing
To the silent wall.
His hands were wrinkled and scarred from a life of grueling toil,
From years spent working in a factory and tilling the loamy soil.
They were firm but gentle hands that disciplined me as a boy;
Hands that could fix anything, especially a broken toy.
Daddy's hands were always there to help neighbors in despair.
His gnarled hands were folded when chatting with God in prayer.
With devout hands he studied the Bible for his daily meditation,
And they held his Bible in Sunday School teaching religious education.
When from the path I strayed, his hands steered my direction.
With gentle hands he held mine when giving needed correction.
When life seemed to overwhelm me and I became discouraged,
His hands lay upon my shoulders to ensure that I was encouraged.
Affectionate hands held Mother's hands as they advanced in age,
To assure her of his love and all her anxieties to assuage.
He considered his grandchildren God's own precious treasure,
And cuddled them in his hands with a love beyond all measure.
His hands embraced four sons whom he loaned to serve the nation.
Respectful hands honored his nation's flag with great dedication.
During life's quest, with time-worn hands, so much he sacrificed,
But was rewarded when he reached out to touch the face of Christ!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
There was time when I thought you would be there forever,
When I thought you would be there for me when I needed you,
Yet I was wrong for time separated us and I had to let you walk your path.
Yet I wished to follow but I knew it was not my time,
So I had to give up and not look back,
But look forward carrying your memory with me in my every step.
Suddenly,
I realize that all that I know now is because of you,
That you were a guide placed by God for me,
To prepare me for my next step.
Yet,
How I wish you were there in my graduation,
How I wish you would be there next to me on my big day,
How I wish you would be there to carry your grandson the same way you carried
me when I was born.
Looking back at old pictures makes the tears come pouring down,
Seeing you looking up at me through the frame on the wall depresses me,
It reminds me of the time I wasted when I could have been there holding your hand.
Thinking of all this will remind me to hold up your name,
To see your judgment before my every step,
To understand your wisdom in all that you thought me.
Even though time has separated us physically,
You are there inside me burning brightly like a candle that’s light will never fade,
For I am the living part of you that will stand up to your morals,
For there was a time.
when i came into this world,
i was embraced by my parents
and was lying
in my mom's lap curled
they were very happy
as i was theiir first child
they were thanking the almighty,
looked at me n smiled
small girls like
playing with dolls
but i loved playing cricket
with my dad n bros
when i joined school
mom packed my tiffin
with nutritious vegetables and rotis
and you would fill my pockets
with chocolates and toffees
when i was a child,
i used to say it loud
i will become a doctor
n will make u proud!
when your friend told u once
that spending so much money on a girl is useless
u said it boldly.
that i love her as much as my son
and she is my princess.
whenever i fell ill,
you had sleepless nights
you would hug me tight
and took me to the doctor
in the middle of nights.
when i tried n failed
you were the only one to hold my hand
to say
you will leave
everybody behind.
i trust you,
and i am proud of you,
my child.
now the time has changed
n so the dreams
when someone calls me doctor
i dont feel so glad
but what make me happy
is to see the shine
in the eyes of my dad!
I dont think i have achieved much
i need a lot of time
to make my dreams come true,
but i cant wait to say
PAPA, , I LOVE YOU, ,
AND I AM PROUD OF YOU! :)
Inside I feel the loneliness
Never to know the thoughts you may have instilled
Upon me
Many years I have waited and searched
Today I have found you yet you remain hidden
Needed you throughout my years
I believe you needed me as well
Alcohol has brought your soul to deception
Belittled my sister's health
She lives no more though
Mother has gone beyond the grave also.
I am here in loneliness
My desires mean nothing because I need you so
You were never there to comfort me
Yet that may not be your fault completely
I have an open mind
I do not point fingers without cause
Still, you are old now and in need to become a man
You are obligated to me whether or not you want to be
I did not ask to be here
The choice was not mine
Accept me, you are the reason I live.
Do not hide behind the grand aluminum
Even glass bottles break in time
Our time is measured here
Selfishness is the only hell you will know
I love you, there is nothing to change that
So much loss I have endured over the years
Why must I wait to endure the loss of you?
I seek togetherness with you
Deep inside you, I would say you do too
End this facade of sorrows
You know I love you
Allow me to call you father to your face.
By: DARREN J McMURRAY
July 21,2008
Do i have a say in what i do or dont do?
Am i alowed to choose what i want to do and what i dont want to do?
Are you honestly gonna make me do something i really dont want to do?
Can i have a say in this?
I know you think i can do better,
I know you think i could be amazing,
i know i know i know!
But you have to let me choose wheither i want to do it or not.
I love softball, one of my favortie sports,
but not wehn i come home crying after practice,
then its just not fun,
it makes me what to give up
it makes me what to drop my glove and walk away,
never pick up a glove or a ball again,
it makes me want to quit,
only one thing will stop that.
If you treat me like everyone else,
which means dont yell at me,
i will be fine,
i will love the sport, once again.
but as of right now, i cant stand it,
i cant take it,
i cant pick up another ball or glove again,
all becasue of you
I dont see why i dont have a say in this,
im still playing skool team,
just not the outside team,
what do you want from me?
you tell me i need higer grades,
well its hard wehn u have softball everyday,
and have NO time for anything else.
i need time
i need a say in this,
just give me a say,
and maybe,
i will love softball once again