Dad Sonnet Poems

A box of crayons new and ready waits
to block the yelling sounds outside the door.
The dreams a hundred color box creates 
erase those sounds while...

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Just as a child talks to his dad, talk to the Supreme Lord.
He'll fulfil your needs and show you the heavenly abode.
Praise him. Worship him....

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With dirt on their knees and sand in their hair
Inside they march with a song and a laugh,
Tub toys await but they must learn to...

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Then, such a fleeting glimpse I had of thee;
eyes caught in passing trains, that summer past.
As time, in that moment did morph from fast,
to deathly...

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"Mom." "Back so soon." "Michelangelo sculpt
his heart out--a goddess." "Blasphemy." "Dreamt
you up, he did--and no, it's true." "Your breadth
is solid." "My breath?" "About, pops, your...

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In a house, half-mad, with mother and dad,
And a labyrinth he couldn’t escape -  
He trudged the maze, with a string ball, so sad.
The...

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Murmurs of the dust and bricks of the house of your dad called
Dialogues on the mystic ways of the kingdom enthralled
Food for your psychic power,...

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         one could grip mine tail
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"If forever is true, make it true, don't give it a second thought," ... by The Poet

"Okay kids, this is December's first day
so let's go...

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As I lie on my bed reading my book
My MIND WONDERED TO A LOOK AND A SMILE
STARING at me. I turn to cry awhile.
I could...

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Did you know that it is dinner, my dear?
You forever in your room thee door shut.
You needeth join us, lend a willing ear? 
Thee father...

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On a cool, crisp mid-October morning,
the sweetness of apples flavors the air.
And a chevron of geese honk their warning
that Winter is coming; stay if you...

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Now When I Go Visit, Tears Fall, It Makes Me Sad

He rode the high plains to hell's dead weathered edge
Across the highest mountain on a...

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Now Gone, I So Wish I Could Sing A Song

Why did he smile only by few inches
His face contorted and it was askew
By the garden...

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WISH SOMEBODY WOULD HAVE TOLD ME

Nobody told me it would be like this;
This thing called love the poets write about.
I thought we’d always share a...

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