My Father Poems

Wrongful Life Claim Against My Father

They filed his blood beneath a numbered case—
the marrow went to war without a call.
The VA counted cells, not what took place
in basements where his stare could split the wall.

The cancer knew his secrets—mutiny
against Guam’s humid silence, its red debt
claimed as the twenty-one guns thoomed in key.
We stood. We nodded. No one cried. Not yet.

There’s

Like The Ones My Father Grew

It was a summer of living next to my father. He turned every ordinary day into pure laughter with his Italian antics and beautiful smile.  When it came to gardening he had the magic touch.
He would plant morning glories and each morning he would water them with caring hands. 
I would get up early

WHAT I WISH MY FATHER TOLD ME

My father leave me since child,
I was about seven years old,
Nothing I remember which he told,
Than mother ice cream to sold.

My father have not yet died,
But he has kept me aside,
Phoning him a lot I have tried,
My calls ended without being applied.

Sometimes I fill myself bad,
Like I am not his blood,
How he has keep himself

What I got to do for my Father to accept me

What I got to do for my Father
To accept me
The way I am
I am praying every
Single night for my father
Before I go to sleep
I never miss a night
Praying
For my Father
Also I never let my
Father down
When I make a promise
I keep
I never broke it
Because that might make
My Father upset
And I am not planning
To make my Father

I have One Memory of my father

I have one memory of my father
Who was not my dad
There was a father,
he left.
There was no dad.
There were men who tried to be.
There were men who could’ve tried to be.

There were, perhaps, men who might’ve tried to be.
These efforts, if they existed, went unnoticed by me.
Like I, by my father.

I found out more than

Sins of My Father

I have often witnessed death
though not ever the last breath;

field mice frozen in a jar;
slaughtered lambs in abattoir,
dissected frogs in school labs,
cruel boiling of live crabs
for important luncheon meets.
Piglets torn from mother’s teats
roasted at a football game.
Hungry lions eat the lame
garden’s serpent kills the truth
mothers’s love that kills your youth;
little bug just stepped upon;
“don’t destroy

My Father Never Went to War

Good timing or fate
Destiny or pure dumb luck
Karma or God’s Grace

Born in 1909, he was too young for WWI and had way too many mouths to feed by the time WWII came along. He never expressed his opinion on war. Perhaps his constant battle with poverty kept him too busy to even care. You’d think

In Remembrance Of My Father

I use to hear premonition from others 
Until I experience once in this life
One day I understand when there will be
No more shadow of your father on your head
I remember this scary words when I was a child
When father dies, no words come from him is useless
Now I understand how precious a man named father

What I got to do for my Father

What I got to do
For my Father
To accept me
The way I am
I am praying every
Single night for my Father
Before I go to sleep
I never miss a night praying
For my Father
Also I never let my Father down
When I make a promise I keep
I never brake it
Because that might make
My father upset
And I am not planning
To make

REMEMBERING MY FATHER LETA

As the pencil is being sharpened 
And the ink is being refilled 
The pieces are coming together
As the memories are being emphasized 
And the truth is being revisited
The picture is showing itself
What a poem?,

It is man
Who had capabilities 
A life full of possibilities 
It is a father
Who had dreams
A life full of accomplishments 
The seed,

As

The love and hate for my father

I love seeing you after a long week
I hate the feeling of driving to your house
I love how we play video games together
I hate that it was all we did
I love my mother
I hate all the problems you made for her
I loved our talks
I hated the way you would talk to me
I love the memories
I

KNOWINGLY SECURED-Following the heart of my Father-

Following the heart of my Father
Knowingly secured
Vulnerable yet embraced
I look upon His grace
As I appreciate His taste,
Liken of lavender and honey cone;

Welcoming
His so Breath kiss my lungs I feel His embrace
Unlimited
Peaceful, intimate soul secure;
I love Him my Father;
The creator, Elohim, my Daddy
Abba, Father
Timeless now alive
My ALL ABBA FATHER GOD

The follower of my heart and soul
The

One on one with my father

#One_on_one_with_my_father
Expectations and reactions fusses my here and now mental and emotional state, like two giants bloating my tinny inner self, the fighting is real, pity I was never taught how to react. I try to control myself, so to not display the anger and excitement concoction brewing inside me

But my eyes chose to leak, these

OPEN ARMS HANDS EMBRACED -I AM SURELY LOVED My Father Does--

Open arms hands embrace;
The joyous stare Father’s face;
His grace, His grace, His grace;
Evermore, ever so sufficient; 

I see inside your eyes;
His light, His life, breathing;
Beating 
Praises up lifting believing

OPEN ARMS HANDS EMBRACED -I AM SURELY LOVED My Father Does

I see inside your eyes;
Windows soul glare;
Beautiful withholding not we share;
I am holding you, holding you up
With

Cinderella Memories Dedication to My Father

            
                   ~Cinderella Memories~

Young, self-confident, all debutantes
At the top of the golden,spiral,staircase.
And, oh my, she, was in a Cinderella mood!
The white full length strapless gown,
Satin buttoned

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