Lowko
Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
13th Sep 2024 11:42am
13th Sep 2024 11:42am
Gino & Poppy
It was the early 2010s, another pissed up night at the boozer.
A young Gino Corona was spending all of his dosh, like a loser!
He had long hair in a bun and a wife-beater to show his guns.
Flossing a big chunky chain on his neck to show his funds.
His wife and his kid at home would wonder where he might be?
Either way she knew, he would be pissed up, somewhere out of his tree.
In the gritty town of Swansea, it was raw, rough, and ready.
They lived in a grotty flat in the moody streets of Sketty.
Poppy Fiasco was...
A young Gino Corona was spending all of his dosh, like a loser!
He had long hair in a bun and a wife-beater to show his guns.
Flossing a big chunky chain on his neck to show his funds.
His wife and his kid at home would wonder where he might be?
Either way she knew, he would be pissed up, somewhere out of his tree.
In the gritty town of Swansea, it was raw, rough, and ready.
They lived in a grotty flat in the moody streets of Sketty.
Poppy Fiasco was...
#family
#fatherhood
#marriage
#memories
#responsibility
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ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
28th Aug 2024 00:18am
28th Aug 2024 00:18am
Self-Love Song
How far in must I get to be heard
It seems no matter how I put it, you still don’t hear a single word
Through filters of pride and the will to misunderstand
I’m casualty to your resentment and your broken upper hand
When success is an illusion and achievements are in vain
Justify your cowardice against how you weigh the delusion of my pain
I guess the scars don’t exist, it’s just imaginary the way that I bleed
As it all seeps to the surface and my lips make roses of every weed
Trace back the roots, the garden is overrun
If you...
It seems no matter how I put it, you still don’t hear a single word
Through filters of pride and the will to misunderstand
I’m casualty to your resentment and your broken upper hand
When success is an illusion and achievements are in vain
Justify your cowardice against how you weigh the delusion of my pain
I guess the scars don’t exist, it’s just imaginary the way that I bleed
As it all seeps to the surface and my lips make roses of every weed
Trace back the roots, the garden is overrun
If you...
#father
#fatherhood
#LifeStruggles
#sadness
#separation
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ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
11th Jun 2024 2:11am
11th Jun 2024 2:11am
Square One
Reopening wounds in the gunfire of excusable provocation
My words brim with venom when the heart is bleeding
But hurt never got me off for murder at the mouth
When notorious legends wear their filthy rags so boastfully
Weighing hopes on the idea of all that you did right
To sate the accusations of all the allegations that swell beneath the surface
We are the redeemed until we need an excuse to justify bad behavior
When there’s no such thing as heroes just lesser villains in need of an out of world Savior
Blood...
My words brim with venom when the heart is bleeding
But hurt never got me off for murder at the mouth
When notorious legends wear their filthy rags so boastfully
Weighing hopes on the idea of all that you did right
To sate the accusations of all the allegations that swell beneath the surface
We are the redeemed until we need an excuse to justify bad behavior
When there’s no such thing as heroes just lesser villains in need of an out of world Savior
Blood...
#father
#fatherhood
#FathersDay
#sadness
#separation
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ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2024 00:25am
3rd Jun 2024 00:25am
DARQ (album promo 2)
Wounds of The Father
Divided by realities
In a culmination of what’s been said
What remains, what I regret
And all that I aim to convey
What do I remember, what’s better to forget?
What is necessary still to say?
Just call it genetics, these traumas like hand me down scars
I compose verbal symphonies of catharsis in these poetic bars
Our wounds are not our fingerprints nevertheless I paint pictures in bloodlines
As affliction becomes the catalyst to knowing how to speak hope in the face of all these hard times
Face...
Divided by realities
In a culmination of what’s been said
What remains, what I regret
And all that I aim to convey
What do I remember, what’s better to forget?
What is necessary still to say?
Just call it genetics, these traumas like hand me down scars
I compose verbal symphonies of catharsis in these poetic bars
Our wounds are not our fingerprints nevertheless I paint pictures in bloodlines
As affliction becomes the catalyst to knowing how to speak hope in the face of all these hard times
Face...
#disappointment
#father
#fatherhood
#lust
#sadness
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ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
27th May 2024 9:35pm
27th May 2024 9:35pm
Wounds of The Father
Divided by realities
In a culmination of what’s been said
What remains, what I regret
And all that I aim to convey
What do I remember, what’s better to forget?
What is necessary still to say?
Just call it genetics, these traumas like hand me down scars
I compose verbal symphonies of catharsis in these poetic bars
Our wounds are not our fingerprints nevertheless I paint pictures in bloodlines
As affliction becomes the catalyst to knowing how to speak hope in the face of all these hard times
Face to face, our...
In a culmination of what’s been said
What remains, what I regret
And all that I aim to convey
What do I remember, what’s better to forget?
What is necessary still to say?
Just call it genetics, these traumas like hand me down scars
I compose verbal symphonies of catharsis in these poetic bars
Our wounds are not our fingerprints nevertheless I paint pictures in bloodlines
As affliction becomes the catalyst to knowing how to speak hope in the face of all these hard times
Face to face, our...
#depression
#father
#fatherhood
#lust
#sadness
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Lowko
Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2024 7:35pm
3rd Feb 2024 7:35pm
Thee Invisible Heart
Deep in the basement, where science meets the street, Frankie Rocco and Sol, cookin' up something neat. Using Sol's genius, with glasses all misted, They craft a light-bendin' suit, mission enlisted.
Down the dusty stairway, Frankie hurries down, Checkin' on his friend's work, the coolest in town. Sol, the autistic genius, ginger afro like a microphone, Smiles big, glasses misted, saying, "It's done, yow."
On gritty Swansea streets, Eliza Cox locks the doors up tight, Social worker for Frankie, dealing with his plight. Lost his daughter Izzy to adoption, a pain...
Down the dusty stairway, Frankie hurries down, Checkin' on his friend's work, the coolest in town. Sol, the autistic genius, ginger afro like a microphone, Smiles big, glasses misted, saying, "It's done, yow."
On gritty Swansea streets, Eliza Cox locks the doors up tight, Social worker for Frankie, dealing with his plight. Lost his daughter Izzy to adoption, a pain...
#love
#father
#separation
#daughter
#fatherhood
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oskar
Poem Published
10th Nov 2023 1:01pm
10th Nov 2023 1:01pm
travel to Porto
On the way to Porto for a week's holiday, we drove through a pine forest a man planted forest the way each
stood at a respectful distance from each other
A year later in high summer, the forest took fire and
when flames met on the road, cars were trapped and many people, and families, died in the horrific hell-fire.
Our hotel was situated at a height, we had asked for a downtown hotel, my wife said it was my fault since I had tried to speak Portuguese- not far from a disused water tower, it's gated surrounding full of rats where every night hideous screams were heard in...
stood at a respectful distance from each other
A year later in high summer, the forest took fire and
when flames met on the road, cars were trapped and many people, and families, died in the horrific hell-fire.
Our hotel was situated at a height, we had asked for a downtown hotel, my wife said it was my fault since I had tried to speak Portuguese- not far from a disused water tower, it's gated surrounding full of rats where every night hideous screams were heard in...
#birth
#childhood
#aging
#dating
#fatherhood
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
15th Nov 2022 10:14pm
15th Nov 2022 10:14pm
Otherworldly Memories Part VII: The Dark Son
- Otherworldly Memories Part VII: The Dark Son -
It was a period of war and conflict in the lands of Eriu, for the tyrannical king Bres had been cast into exile from the kingdom of the Tuatha de Danann over which he once reigned. It is said that his rule of terror lasted for seven years, but seven years to Elfin kind is a long period of time indeed for any ruler to reign, especially one given to great cruelty! Though some argue his reign was longer, and that it was only in the last seven years of it that the worst things happened under his monarchy. Time for me during those years...
It was a period of war and conflict in the lands of Eriu, for the tyrannical king Bres had been cast into exile from the kingdom of the Tuatha de Danann over which he once reigned. It is said that his rule of terror lasted for seven years, but seven years to Elfin kind is a long period of time indeed for any ruler to reign, especially one given to great cruelty! Though some argue his reign was longer, and that it was only in the last seven years of it that the worst things happened under his monarchy. Time for me during those years...
#dark
#family
#war
#memories
#fatherhood
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
19th Oct 2022 1:03am
19th Oct 2022 1:03am
Why Did You Stay?
You wonder why you stayed so long,
as if your life’s a daytime film
about a woman married to
a man who slaps her just for laughing at
another man’s remark.
Was I abused? you think, still now
at thirty-one, remembering
the dinner plate smashed on
your brother’s head.
He asked for it, you think,
for talking back to dad.
You won’t talk back, ‘cause you’ll be dead:
rejoinder in the kitchen as
you look down at
the scuffed carpet, memorising detail.
But dads say stuff like that, ...
as if your life’s a daytime film
about a woman married to
a man who slaps her just for laughing at
another man’s remark.
Was I abused? you think, still now
at thirty-one, remembering
the dinner plate smashed on
your brother’s head.
He asked for it, you think,
for talking back to dad.
You won’t talk back, ‘cause you’ll be dead:
rejoinder in the kitchen as
you look down at
the scuffed carpet, memorising detail.
But dads say stuff like that, ...
#childhood
#abuse
#memories #fatherhood
#memories #fatherhood
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
10th Sep 2022 3:06pm
10th Sep 2022 3:06pm
I Carry Their Shadows
#love
#sex
#daughter #fatherhood
#daughter #fatherhood
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
8th Sep 2022 12:55pm
8th Sep 2022 12:55pm
Her Shadow Forever
#sex
#death
#daughter #fatherhood
#daughter #fatherhood
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Breedlove
Poem Published
7th May 2021 11:14pm
7th May 2021 11:14pm
Girl in the Popsicle Dress
She walked into school by herself today and ran into my arms when I returned. We had a special day together. Her mammy out for the day with her dad. Silly me I forgot the pinic. Well it made a few laughs and chats with the lads (Rainbow Cat, Kitty, Flowery and all the slippers too). Blanket spread in front of the martello tower on Red Island. Watching a family on their kayaks as we ate, snuggled and laughed.
We missed the que for icecream. She pointed to all the candy fairy doors. Strawberry in a cup. Walked slowing on the pier holding her hand tightly. Watching the...
We missed the que for icecream. She pointed to all the candy fairy doors. Strawberry in a cup. Walked slowing on the pier holding her hand tightly. Watching the...
#childhood
#daughter
#fatherhood
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Fatherhood
