Dad Ottava Rima Poems

Paint on her fingers and paint in her hair
Dad thought her love for art crazy and rash
She was an artist and she did not care
No...

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I save memories of four boys, ~~not three,
They got out two toys, gameboy that would be,
My they have grown, they are aged differently,
Day not as...

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Dad is long gone now - nearly twenty years.
I still see his face with the deep lines etched
at the corners of his mouth from the...

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When butterflies with flowers play,
The birds outside would sing along.
Hope soared steadfastly on life’s way.
For love was full and joy was strong.
Sweet smiles declared each...

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I had loved in this life but once, and lost
Though much younger was I, I was not vain,
For through realization of thought, I knew the...

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He chose the illegal way,
instead of honesty and prayer,
to deny his sordid existence with the blankest stare;
and while tragedy strikes home,
he can't evade those prisons'...

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Entering the fields of my childhood around two,
overjoyed by the vibrant flowers that gently lulled 
and dispersed their gentle aroma into the noon;
I passed under...

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