Paternity Poems

Disengaged

“This heat clearly
has me beat,'
she said, 'it nearly
knocks me off my feet, and,”
then paused for a rest
long enough I deemed
for what seemed
an eternity
sufficient to warrant at best
a pregnancy
if not paternity test
which put me off my stride
as unable to read
the space between the lines
and in a quandary
not wishing to strain
the body and brain
or neurons scatter
within the grey matter
yet knowing who the boss is
decided to cut my losses
and as discretion
is the better part of valour
to make a confession
I gave up my place plus my seat
picked up the pace
and made a somewhat hasty retreat

Blood That Isn't Mine

A name I gave, a hand I fed,
Nights of toil, my dreams I bled.
The cradle rocked with borrowed cries,
Yet truth lay veiled in whispered lies.

I wore the crown of fatherhood,
Built a home from flesh and wood.
But silence kept its sharpened sword,
And struck me down—paternity fraud.

DNA, a ruthless guide,
Revealed the secret long denied.
The mirror cracked, the lineage torn,
A trust betrayed, a child forlorn.

Oh, heavy weight of hidden sins,
Where family breaks, and pain begins.
Love was real, yet roots deceived,
A father made, but not conceived.

So judge not quick, nor love disown,
For bonds of heart are seeds well sown.
But let the law, with justice broad,
Stand guard against paternity fraud.

Orphan Of Love

The psychic tattoo
of paternity
darker than
fate’s blackest ink

The guilted knife
of maternity
cutting you
near to the brink

A prodigy alone
in the shadows
offspring of
scorn and disdain

Begging for love
and acceptance
from parents
— called heartache and pain

(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)

To all those fathers and fathers to be

To all those fathers and fathers to be,
and those male figures with out paternity:
Teach your children honesty.
Show them a spirit of generosity.
Teach them right when they've done wrong.
It won't be long before their gone, so
instill those values and love them strong.
Happy Father's Day to all!!

Grand-Pere

A legacy for a father
waiting uninspired
Painted by the numbers
paternity required

Angel guardian my lost friend
orphanage exile
Free me on this darkest night
lead me through denial

Empty titled nominee
robbers roost to hide
Salutation waits unborn
seeded but unrhymed

Grand-Pere whose master’s voice
birthed my infant scrawl
Fill me once then fill me twice
— to sire and enthrall

(The New Room: June, 2024)

Life After the Fall

Man was made to live forever,
As angels do, to serve God ever.
But the subtle serpent, clever,
Mankind, from His God, did sever.

Since then, life is full of trouble,
and as fleeting as a bubble.
Man’s life is like a Baby’s Breath,
It buds, blooms, fades, and ends in death.

Between two dates, we do our dash.
Like a thought, we’re gone in a flash.
Whether life’s years are long or few,
sickness and death, stalk me and you. 

Our life is like a tale that is told,
As a worn-out joke, we grow old.
‘Tis not the way life’s meant to be,
its true purpose, we need to see.

To live for God, and praise His name,
and not to strive for earthly fame.
To model this life, Jesus came,
So, copy Him and do the same. 

Teach us Lord to number our days,
to be wise, and to give you praise.
Assured of your paternity,
Help us prepare for eternity.

- The Last Organ Grinder -

    The young mother died,
    before she could hold her newborn child
    Paternity was unknown
    the secret his mother had never shared
    The boy was cradled in the arms of his grandmother
    they were aged poor people in the countryside
    a few chickens and four cows in the barn were all they had

                              no prosperity
                    gossiping at the child's birth -
                          bite thy sinful tongue

    Characterized by tight finances and little food
    The grandfather found hope in the hopeless
    The economy needed a boost
    In the wood shed he found the antique organ grinder
    Polished it shiny and gave it fresh colors
    Life was not meant to be lived in wealth
    the organ pipes were still breathing …
    gave hope for a simpler everyday life
    Every afternoon he took it on his back
    and went his way with heavy steps
    it was jingling coin that drew him
    ... a shame to live on alms

                             daily health and toil
                   the poor man's pride and honour -
                            hope in his tired eyes

Mackie Avellen Is a Cad

Sue's livid with Mackie Avellen
He's ditched her for her bestie Ellen
I pity poor Sue
Not sure what she'll do
As her pregnant belly's now swellen
 
Now Mackie is nasty cad
He’s denying that he is the dad
A paternity test
Will put Sue’s mind at rest
His denial made Sue boiling mad

Sue's happier now without Mackie
Ellen never will please him, she's wacky
She'll raise their l'il boy
He'll be her pride and joy
Mackie's proven to be just a lackey

Rebellion Hellions

The Sons of Korach helped fuel his rebellion
    but were they unrepentant hellions

  As the earth opened her mouth, they too their hearts
    cried out to God for a brand-new start

  Too late for that, but God gave them a piece of Eternity
    Composers of twelve psalms, King David's paternity

  Sages tell us, 'Repent one day before you die'
    yet even one moment is worth a silent cry 



   ______________________________________________ 
   The Story of Korach's rebellion is read in synagogues this
    Sabbath morning. See Numbers 16: 1-35.

Another Dawn

ANOTHER DAWN

The morning winces as a new day begins
Mired in the half slumber of a restless night
And reluctant to engage whilst half awake
Like a trembling foot hovering over the brake
Good humoured dawn greetings sound trite
And the fading moon just knowingly grins

Dawn comes around so quickly these days
No chance or time to complete a dream
What a critical daily role to have acquired
As the demand is that all shall be inspired
When night’s blanket is loose at the seam
But it’s the diurnal clock that one obeys

There’s no respite with this job for eternity
Day after day, just subtle seasonal changes
None can detect my initial blurred vision
My tired eyes can see no changed decision
The world still turns, and gravity engages
My half sister moon, no shared paternity


13 Sept 2022, '2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 14', Sponsor=Mark Toney

Sailor Dad

My dad loved sailing. He sailed so many times with mum before my siblings and I were born. Paternity didn’t slow him down. He still found time to sail despite being saddled with a plethora of responsibilities. I wonder how he was able to do it. Sailing brought him so much joy. It was his energy booster. We sailed several times with him. He'd say, “Son, do you know my one wish?” We'd both say it together. “To sail to an unknown Island where nature dwells in its pristine state.” I miss those memorable days. My dad is my forever hero. Happy Remembrance.




July 25, 2022.

Pay Back

Back in Nineteen seventy-three
Men sowed oats and courts ruled them free
But now DNA
Can make them all pay
Their fair share of paternity

Artists

Artists

Alfred, by chosen father, vehemently denies
the paternity and has had his statue erected in Faro.
At last, he was honoured for being glorious
bringing colour to an otherwise gloomy town.

Graffiti made by the like of Banksy charms
the rest is scribbling on a wall.

I know little about painters except for Caravaggio 
he spoke the unvarnished truth about our life. 
His critics like to point out that he was illegal too
what else to expect of the fearful.

I Am Carrying Your Baby

A vital piece of information 
Released with some change in intonation 
By an Eve never known for variation, 
Now in some measure flabby:
The handiwork of your planted baby!
Even the busiest guy sure to stand still 
The never-ably-shown by actors with skill, 
An upper cut men not ready for the story:
For the Don Juan seeking some other glory! 

“How dare you say “You’re carrying my baby:
Where had we met for it, at which lobby?”
The ecstatically received by dreamers of it,
The low-sperm counts procreatively unfit:
The quickest embrace of a woman for rushed kisses, 
One or two breakable property in accidental pieces… 

The liable-to-kick-start a shot-gun wedding, 
In bridal dress a woman one had been bedding; 
In The West, lawyers for a paternity suit 
Against the guy distancing his fruit.

Boris Becker - Bawdy

Boris Becker
misused his pecker
He had sex in a closet
leaving a baby deposit!

Inspired by Brian Strands' poem Becker which was about an artist and my poem is posted with his kind permission

Tennis player Boris Becker had sex in a restaurant closet with a model he'd just met. Becker acknowledged paternity of a daughter, Anna, with Russian waitress Angela Ermakova, not surprisingly his marriage ended!

09/28/21

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