Long Poems for and About Fathers
#father
Long poems for and about fathers. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Not N Your Library Series I (What You Might Find)

#father
#secrets
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Mass Earnis Ah Mass Ruben
(Patois)
Mass Earnis ave wah son niem Den Den, ah Mass Ruben ave wah son niem Jakes. Di two bwoy dem did a pliay wang giem dung di ruod, an Den Den gi Jakes a rass lick wid a pisa tik. Wen Jakes guh uom, eeh tell eeh puppa seh Den Den lick im inna eeh fies wid wan tik.
Mass Ruben seh, “Kom mi bwoy, mia goh mek yuh lick back Den Den widdi tik.” Wen Mass Ruben an im son reech a Mass Earnis yawd, dem si Den Den sidung pah wah big stuon. Mass Ruben seh tu im seh, “Den Den, weh mek yuh lick Jakes inna eeh fies widdi tik?” Den Den seh, “Mi neva mein fi lick im. A...
Mass Earnis ave wah son niem Den Den, ah Mass Ruben ave wah son niem Jakes. Di two bwoy dem did a pliay wang giem dung di ruod, an Den Den gi Jakes a rass lick wid a pisa tik. Wen Jakes guh uom, eeh tell eeh puppa seh Den Den lick im inna eeh fies wid wan tik.
Mass Ruben seh, “Kom mi bwoy, mia goh mek yuh lick back Den Den widdi tik.” Wen Mass Ruben an im son reech a Mass Earnis yawd, dem si Den Den sidung pah wah big stuon. Mass Ruben seh tu im seh, “Den Den, weh mek yuh lick Jakes inna eeh fies widdi tik?” Den Den seh, “Mi neva mein fi lick im. A...
#children
#curse
#father
#funny
#home
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Father and his son, the wimp
The boy turned fifteen. His father bought him a shotgun. He taught his son how to load, clean and shoot the gun. He would say, "Kid you've got to stand up for yourself, always." He would make the boy shoot round after round, his shoulder would ache. He would rather read comics, go on his phone, and jerk off like any normal teenager. He didn't like going to the rifle range with his father. The place gave him the creeps.
One Saturday morning in June, his father said, "Get your rifle and get in the car, MOVE IT!" He did what he was told. He sat in the front seat...
One Saturday morning in June, his father said, "Get your rifle and get in the car, MOVE IT!" He did what he was told. He sat in the front seat...
#bullying
#father
#ShortStory #son
#ShortStory #son
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~my warrioring king, my earthen god .. you are ever, dad.
as he coiled down in silence
.. paralysed fully on his left
and a as he’s spotted only
much time later.. in gheraos
of a houseful audience..&
as the blaring sirens of ambulance
hurries nears him..he mutters to her
in a faintly clarity.. ‘do my hairs
well.. & lemme sip my strong tea..”
he is that conscious.. & in
that undying passion.. to the
simple looks & happiness ..
to-such digging depths.. from
all those heartlessly slapped
things on him all through his
life.. still...
.. paralysed fully on his left
and a as he’s spotted only
much time later.. in gheraos
of a houseful audience..&
as the blaring sirens of ambulance
hurries nears him..he mutters to her
in a faintly clarity.. ‘do my hairs
well.. & lemme sip my strong tea..”
he is that conscious.. & in
that undying passion.. to the
simple looks & happiness ..
to-such digging depths.. from
all those heartlessly slapped
things on him all through his
life.. still...
#family
#father
#gratitude #love
#gratitude #love
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Back to Michigan
They say you can't go back...
cause it won't be the same...
be it a job, relationship or a hometown -
unless you return in a box...like my daddy.
The body of my father...a very big man
of 500 lbs...was transported by train...
across the state of Michigan from large city
back to his small town birthplace.
I don't know if the town had changed
in the years Dad had been gone...
as I had never been there before...
he had moved to a bigger city after Vietnam.
The funeral director named off others
with our...
cause it won't be the same...
be it a job, relationship or a hometown -
unless you return in a box...like my daddy.
The body of my father...a very big man
of 500 lbs...was transported by train...
across the state of Michigan from large city
back to his small town birthplace.
I don't know if the town had changed
in the years Dad had been gone...
as I had never been there before...
he had moved to a bigger city after Vietnam.
The funeral director named off others
with our...
#death
#father
#grief #memories
#grief #memories
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I Still Don't Like Kerouac, Papa
When your father dies of an opioid overdose,
your stepmother will call
at 1:27pm on a gray and freezing January afternoon.
She can't articulate much of anything,
or you can't hear much of anything
or all words are caught and suffocated into a quantum vortex
because you can't remember being told
"your father is dead, and he died from an opiate overdose,"
you only remember suddenly knowing, as the truth
rises from its depression cave
stretches its long limbs,
complains about its back,
puts on thermal long johns, ...
your stepmother will call
at 1:27pm on a gray and freezing January afternoon.
She can't articulate much of anything,
or you can't hear much of anything
or all words are caught and suffocated into a quantum vortex
because you can't remember being told
"your father is dead, and he died from an opiate overdose,"
you only remember suddenly knowing, as the truth
rises from its depression cave
stretches its long limbs,
complains about its back,
puts on thermal long johns, ...
#death
#father
#grief
#heroin
#memorial
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letter to my (dead) dad

#anger
#father
#hate
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You want filthy smut, well here it is

#daughter
#dirty
#father
#lust
#porn
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an anti-vigil for you
I thought your death
would feel like freedom
but it doesn't
I still hold your secrets
things I shouldn't know
things I shouldn't have seen
but found anyway
the actions and words
between the lines
Nothing ever said outright
I can't remedy the love and hate
that swing like a pendulum
for your in my heart
I know what it means
to love a monster
but I don't know how
to explain it
There's so little good
to hold on to
but we find it anyway
because memory is funny...
would feel like freedom
but it doesn't
I still hold your secrets
things I shouldn't know
things I shouldn't have seen
but found anyway
the actions and words
between the lines
Nothing ever said outright
I can't remedy the love and hate
that swing like a pendulum
for your in my heart
I know what it means
to love a monster
but I don't know how
to explain it
There's so little good
to hold on to
but we find it anyway
because memory is funny...
#anger
#father
#grief
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The Final Curtain (part 2)
Two weeks after my mother's funeral, my father has become much more distant
He's alienating himself from me & the rest of the family
He's becoming a drunk
I've tried to come over and talk with him
He'd tell me to go away, to leave him alone
The few words he would say weren't to pleasant
He wants to take his own life
He's described numerous ways on how he would rid of himself
I told him that if he would like to speak to a psychiatrist, I would go with him
He became agitated and smacked me in the face
He said with anger, "I DON'T NEED A...
He's alienating himself from me & the rest of the family
He's becoming a drunk
I've tried to come over and talk with him
He'd tell me to go away, to leave him alone
The few words he would say weren't to pleasant
He wants to take his own life
He's described numerous ways on how he would rid of himself
I told him that if he would like to speak to a psychiatrist, I would go with him
He became agitated and smacked me in the face
He said with anger, "I DON'T NEED A...
#alcohol
#cars
#death
#father
#fiction
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Daddy Issues
In the confines of the office, shadows whispered low,
"She carries daddy issues," the rumour began to grow.
A truth unearthed beneath the fluorescent light,
An unspoken secret, hidden from sight.
At twenty-six, she twirled with wisdom gathered,
Drawn to older souls, her heart softly battered.
A decade lost to a father who strayed,
Leaving a girl in a world of charades.
He, twice her age, trapped in a tempest's woe,
Caught in enchantment beneath the office glow.
Her beauty, a beacon, like stars painted bright,
Deep...
"She carries daddy issues," the rumour began to grow.
A truth unearthed beneath the fluorescent light,
An unspoken secret, hidden from sight.
At twenty-six, she twirled with wisdom gathered,
Drawn to older souls, her heart softly battered.
A decade lost to a father who strayed,
Leaving a girl in a world of charades.
He, twice her age, trapped in a tempest's woe,
Caught in enchantment beneath the office glow.
Her beauty, a beacon, like stars painted bright,
Deep...
#boyfriend
#daughter
#father
#love
#relationships
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Margarita in the Mirror
As she tried on the first summer dress and stood in front of her bedroom mirror, Margarita felt the familiar sting of disappointment she’d known in life. Her first husband and the father of her three children hadn’t recognized that he was giving her a small helping of himself and reserving the balance of his life for work, and as she later learned, for affairs with other women. After her divorce, she went to work fulltime and focused on the lives of her children who were entering their teen years and needed a mother’s support.
Her husband disappeared from their lives with the...
Her husband disappeared from their lives with the...
#FallingInLove
#father
#love #regret
#love #regret
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