Dad Writing Poems

If only you knew the struggles I have had,
many were very sad.
My kind and loving dad,
knew I was never bad.
I should have kept a notepad,
about...

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Wisdom beauty style and class 
ignites the white house Obama 
block party I'm in awe an yet my 
shyness overwhelmed  me I'm 
awakened by...

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My day began with mommy 
making beef patties all morning 
I helped cutting the veggies for 
the curry soup while sipping ginger 
beer I remembered...

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After witnessing a murder meant for me after surviving a car bomb igniting my skull crushed my face bruising my brain i received threatening calls...

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Bare hands stirring over my body
Little resistance, pushed against wall
Echoing of my scream shivered down
Strong figure felt like a known to me
The stare sensed me...

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As a kid I had three bunnies,
they were free I paid no moneys.
It was Easter time,
I had won them and they were all mine.
I had...

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He guides her hand from just beyond
With a ready black ink pen they share this bond
The words flow effortlessly as if not her own
Seems to...

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I was only four, 
when Blackie my dog died. 
My dad ran my best friend over, 
yes it was a horrible accident. 

 
I was...

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The lemonade I drink is sour,
reminds me of my childhood,

the sugar was not spilled before my feet,
while I was conquering the barren land of life...

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I can still remember visiting a small musical town,  
a young boy holding his hat and singing his heart out for money.  
His...

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"All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini."
- Jack Freestone

More skin makes my heart pound,    ...

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Quote By Poet "Are you drowning in a pool of letters?
Keep swimming and the words will come."

Words can be happy or sad
made from letters a...

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After a much needed rainy night,                   ...

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"A blue carpet as far as we can see.
My child I call it an Ocean." By Poet

When I was little my dad took me to...

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In a time past there was a little girl,
and though quite sad she liked to swirl and twirl;
she lived with Grandma in an attic...

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