Fathers Day Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
#FathersDay
missjem56
Poem Published
19th Jun 2022 12:17pm
19th Jun 2022 12:17pm
Co-existence
I am living with myself
My past as a loving father
And my present
As a loving woman, and father
Of my beautiful daughter
Today
On Father's Day
I received two cards from her
Both said Happy Fathers Day
But one had the Transgender flag
Covering the front of it
The gift of Malteser Truffles
Were also very welcome!
And i was kind of grateful
That they were not pink
Some traditions do need to be maintained
The significance
Of the transgender card
Is the inclusivity of it
Not just for me, but also my...
My past as a loving father
And my present
As a loving woman, and father
Of my beautiful daughter
Today
On Father's Day
I received two cards from her
Both said Happy Fathers Day
But one had the Transgender flag
Covering the front of it
The gift of Malteser Truffles
Were also very welcome!
And i was kind of grateful
That they were not pink
Some traditions do need to be maintained
The significance
Of the transgender card
Is the inclusivity of it
Not just for me, but also my...
#love
#FathersDay
#transgender #daughter
#transgender #daughter
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oskar
Poem Published
31st Jan 2022 9:17am
31st Jan 2022 9:17am
beer sonnet
Beer Sonnet
I have a bottle of German beer in the fridge
and naturally cloudy, first brewed in some small town
in Bavaria in 1624.
They didn’t make the beer clear and decided to call
the brew Dunkel (cloudy), PR, yes it existed it worked
now it is a world-famous beer.
It also cost a bit more, which never fails to attract snobs.
I opened the beer dislike the colour me, a Budweiser man
of the type brewed in the USA
A band of clouds was, obscuring the sunset it was Dunkel
a sentence not spoken but sensed even a child could get.
I...
I have a bottle of German beer in the fridge
and naturally cloudy, first brewed in some small town
in Bavaria in 1624.
They didn’t make the beer clear and decided to call
the brew Dunkel (cloudy), PR, yes it existed it worked
now it is a world-famous beer.
It also cost a bit more, which never fails to attract snobs.
I opened the beer dislike the colour me, a Budweiser man
of the type brewed in the USA
A band of clouds was, obscuring the sunset it was Dunkel
a sentence not spoken but sensed even a child could get.
I...
#Halloween
#ValentinesDay
#holiday
#FathersDay
#NewYear
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
20th Jun 2021 8:17pm
20th Jun 2021 8:17pm
Father's Day 2021
Today is Father's Day. But because I have no father or children, I can't celebrate this day. Dad was born on October 18, 1947 and died on July 13, 2013 at the age of sixty-five. When I saw Dad in his casket, it brought tears to my eyes and made me feel sad. But it didn't make me feel any worse than I was already feeling. Mom died just four months earlier and I was already feeling terrible.
Dad was a good provider. He didn't earn a lot of money but he was a hard worker, and provided for my brother and I and Mom. Because Dad dropped out of school in the 6th or 7th grade, he could...
Dad was a good provider. He didn't earn a lot of money but he was a hard worker, and provided for my brother and I and Mom. Because Dad dropped out of school in the 6th or 7th grade, he could...
#father
#FathersDay
#money
#cancer
#nonfiction
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
21st Jun 2020 3:27pm
21st Jun 2020 3:27pm
Father's Day
Today is Father's Day and this article is about my dad. His name was Charles Franklin Johnson. He was born on October 18, 1947 and he died on July 13, 2013 at the age of sixty-five. He was named after both of his grandfathers. Dad died of Leukemia. His parents were Bonnie and Burley Johnson. Dad was raised in Sneedville, Tennessee. He and my mom moved back to Sneedville and spent the last two years of their lives there.
Mom and Dad got married on September 25, 1965. My brother and his wife also got married on September the 25th, but that was a coincidence. They didn't do that...
Mom and Dad got married on September 25, 1965. My brother and his wife also got married on September the 25th, but that was a coincidence. They didn't do that...
#father
#family
#FathersDay #nonfiction
#FathersDay #nonfiction
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oskar
Poem Published
18th Aug 2019 8:55am
18th Aug 2019 8:55am
a beach in Cascais
A Beach in Cascais
On the beach of Cascais
Human seals, jam-packed
Soaking up the sun.
Female seals
are eying each other.
Who has the best tan?
Then they all go home
To dark shuttered flats
The fear of being seen
At home by prying eyes
sits deep in the mind
Of the Portuguese.
On the beach of Cascais
Human seals, jam-packed
Soaking up the sun.
Female seals
are eying each other.
Who has the best tan?
Then they all go home
To dark shuttered flats
The fear of being seen
At home by prying eyes
sits deep in the mind
Of the Portuguese.
#Halloween
#ValentinesDay
#holiday #FathersDay
#holiday #FathersDay
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snugglebuck
Poem Published
28th Jul 2018 3:06am
28th Jul 2018 3:06am
UNDER THE GREEN CORN MOON
The Lake Sturgeon surface
The blueberry fruit ripens
When the August full moon
Is at its perigee
Beneath the Green Corn Moon
On one warm summer’s night
In my young childhood life
My father awoke me
Softly saying as he carried me
Before the tall crisp prairie
“Come hear the corn grow
Under the full moon’s glow”
Like a bowl of cereal
Covered in cold milk
Topped with sweet sugar
The growing young corn spoke
“Snap…Crackle…and…Pop!”
Choirs of crickets and frogs
Joined growing pains’...
The blueberry fruit ripens
When the August full moon
Is at its perigee
Beneath the Green Corn Moon
On one warm summer’s night
In my young childhood life
My father awoke me
Softly saying as he carried me
Before the tall crisp prairie
“Come hear the corn grow
Under the full moon’s glow”
Like a bowl of cereal
Covered in cold milk
Topped with sweet sugar
The growing young corn spoke
“Snap…Crackle…and…Pop!”
Choirs of crickets and frogs
Joined growing pains’...
#father
#childhood
#moon
#FathersDay
#memories
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oskar
Poem Published
29th Jun 2018 8:36am
29th Jun 2018 8:36am
the pseudo- science
The pseudo-science
Cooking is not rocket science but would be cook has to
learn the basic after this he must discover why some
food doesn’t go well mixed with the wrong ingredients
The rudimentary is salt, pepper and butter and then
spices depending on the dish.
The food on the plate should look appetising but not
over-decorated, a cook should not aspire to be an artist
for that, he should go to an art school and paint Pretty pictures.
To put a bit of full-fat cream in some gravies
Is ok, but the dish should not swim in grease. ...
Cooking is not rocket science but would be cook has to
learn the basic after this he must discover why some
food doesn’t go well mixed with the wrong ingredients
The rudimentary is salt, pepper and butter and then
spices depending on the dish.
The food on the plate should look appetising but not
over-decorated, a cook should not aspire to be an artist
for that, he should go to an art school and paint Pretty pictures.
To put a bit of full-fat cream in some gravies
Is ok, but the dish should not swim in grease. ...
#Easter
#Halloween
#Christmas
#ValentinesDay
#FathersDay
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HeavenBoy
Poem Published
16th Jun 2014 2:27am
16th Jun 2014 2:27am
A Father's Love
A Father, a name giving to those you give us hope. A Father, a man who weighs his back up against the rope. These are the moments a child shall remember, to us and for all is a atonement that can never wither.
Man must take in responsibility, to the things we hold dear that gives us insecurity. Kids grow and years go by, what is the world like without a father just like you and I. We build the world together, yet stones break us apart. We may not be forever, but the journey is yet to depart.
A gift is something that is precious that you shall honor, being a dad to...
Man must take in responsibility, to the things we hold dear that gives us insecurity. Kids grow and years go by, what is the world like without a father just like you and I. We build the world together, yet stones break us apart. We may not be forever, but the journey is yet to depart.
A gift is something that is precious that you shall honor, being a dad to...
#FathersDay
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alwaysrunning
Poem Published
15th Jun 2014 4:54am
15th Jun 2014 4:54am
My Fathers Love
My father has always been an enigmatic figure
When parents divorce moms typically take the kids
Not my father he took care of all his boys
Coached and went to all of our games
Taught us to work and the value of a dollar
Made sure we went to school
Kept us away from gangs
Like any man he had his flaws
My father rarely displayed any emotions
He hugged me three times at most I can remember
Never told his boys that he loves them
My father is a modern Casanova
Treated woman with disdain
His bad ways were finally catching up to him
My father...
When parents divorce moms typically take the kids
Not my father he took care of all his boys
Coached and went to all of our games
Taught us to work and the value of a dollar
Made sure we went to school
Kept us away from gangs
Like any man he had his flaws
My father rarely displayed any emotions
He hugged me three times at most I can remember
Never told his boys that he loves them
My father is a modern Casanova
Treated woman with disdain
His bad ways were finally catching up to him
My father...
#father
#FathersDay
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