Poems for and About Parents Seeking Friendly Advice
#parent
Poems for and about parents seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Father
Father
Father where am I now that you are dust
Are my bones the sunken treasure of your legacy?
Your ghost follows my shadow
like a leper lost in an apothecary of the soul
Who wore a uniform
like a centurion flying on eagle’s wings
On a Hellenic march
to an acropolis of the mind
Where you languished with Mom
in Drachma beatitude
For an unbearable silence
broken by cat murmur
When mercy was a flower
in the shade of a Doric column
Teetering on the brink of tragedy
But moments stolen like the...
Father where am I now that you are dust
Are my bones the sunken treasure of your legacy?
Your ghost follows my shadow
like a leper lost in an apothecary of the soul
Who wore a uniform
like a centurion flying on eagle’s wings
On a Hellenic march
to an acropolis of the mind
Where you languished with Mom
in Drachma beatitude
For an unbearable silence
broken by cat murmur
When mercy was a flower
in the shade of a Doric column
Teetering on the brink of tragedy
But moments stolen like the...
#grief
#father
#parent
#marriage
#forgiveness
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Sphinx
My father was a silent man,
a sphinx that never gave me a chance
to solve its riddle.
He had few words to share
but he knew how to use them to stab me,
even in broad daylight.
I couldn't ignore his soft, polite cruelty,
his mild-mannered darkness.
I knew his where the whispers of a snake,
the treacheries of a seasoned trickster.
I just couldn't prove it.
He left nothing but ruins in his wake,
dust and stones, the bones of my youth.
What am I going to do now
with this mound of ashes?
He disappeared before his time ...
a sphinx that never gave me a chance
to solve its riddle.
He had few words to share
but he knew how to use them to stab me,
even in broad daylight.
I couldn't ignore his soft, polite cruelty,
his mild-mannered darkness.
I knew his where the whispers of a snake,
the treacheries of a seasoned trickster.
I just couldn't prove it.
He left nothing but ruins in his wake,
dust and stones, the bones of my youth.
What am I going to do now
with this mound of ashes?
He disappeared before his time ...
#father
#parent
#memories
#separation
#son
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Dreams of a happy home
A jigsaw table/nook in our home,
Where one can sit, for a moment,
No longer will their mind roam.
The power to rid your mind of those detrimental thoughts,
Ideas about yourself that leave your stomach in knots.
Mind is free, clear, pristine.
One piece at a time,
Cuckoo clock I purchased to remind me of Grandma never misses a chime.
“Hey son, come and puzzle with me on your own terms?
We can just sit in silence,
Or maybe you will tell me about how girls no longer have germs.
I will be here if you ever want to talk,
All...
Where one can sit, for a moment,
No longer will their mind roam.
The power to rid your mind of those detrimental thoughts,
Ideas about yourself that leave your stomach in knots.
Mind is free, clear, pristine.
One piece at a time,
Cuckoo clock I purchased to remind me of Grandma never misses a chime.
“Hey son, come and puzzle with me on your own terms?
We can just sit in silence,
Or maybe you will tell me about how girls no longer have germs.
I will be here if you ever want to talk,
All...
#love
#children
#parent
#family
#dreams
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another year
the horses are running with the springtime rains
the heat, well…
rising, on the approach of summer again.
calendar leaves get flipped one by one
with the setting of her moon
and the gifting of the morning’s sun.
isabella, one year older, she has turned.
mixed with cullen,
his personality… as a mustang, has begun to run.
drifting back,
how, i still look
years pass, now we have eight
adding up what memories do make.
the long ago and the present,
the brief shadows as i quickly turn
the oddity maybe of your presence. ...
the heat, well…
rising, on the approach of summer again.
calendar leaves get flipped one by one
with the setting of her moon
and the gifting of the morning’s sun.
isabella, one year older, she has turned.
mixed with cullen,
his personality… as a mustang, has begun to run.
drifting back,
how, i still look
years pass, now we have eight
adding up what memories do make.
the long ago and the present,
the brief shadows as i quickly turn
the oddity maybe of your presence. ...
#parent
#death
#memories
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a fine day in Cascais
A fine day in Cascais
A beautiful spring day in Cascais, the centre full of people
which I found a little disturbing.
We moved slowly on old legs like weather bitten barges
in a sea of jubilant racing boats.
It was warm, down by the sea, and we were overdressed.
My wife’s niece had the patience of an angle adjusted her
strides to our gaits, not easy I’m sure she is a picture of
healthy living.
We had lunch, theirs was fish, I settled for a Greek salad
no wine though knows from experience unless you by
a full bottle, the wine...
A beautiful spring day in Cascais, the centre full of people
which I found a little disturbing.
We moved slowly on old legs like weather bitten barges
in a sea of jubilant racing boats.
It was warm, down by the sea, and we were overdressed.
My wife’s niece had the patience of an angle adjusted her
strides to our gaits, not easy I’m sure she is a picture of
healthy living.
We had lunch, theirs was fish, I settled for a Greek salad
no wine though knows from experience unless you by
a full bottle, the wine...
#mother
#brother
#parent
#family
#memories
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exact moments
I wanted to know
the truth;
inside of me.
there's guilt,
a long line
of clothing ever drying
in a wind with caring
cradles,
of gone mother's touch
and daddy's voice
pitching deep
in exact moments.
the truth;
inside of me.
there's guilt,
a long line
of clothing ever drying
in a wind with caring
cradles,
of gone mother's touch
and daddy's voice
pitching deep
in exact moments.
#parent
#heartbroken
#abuse #SelfWorth
#abuse #SelfWorth
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The Ninth Mother's Day
Nine Mother's Days have come around since the day when you perished.
The many years that we spent together are something that I'll always cherish.
You were such a great person because you cared.
When you died, I learned that life can be so unfair.
You were a wonderful mother and that's why I celebrate Mother's Day.
I knew that life would never be the same again when you passed away.
When you inherited $3600 in 1985, you shared it with my brother and I and Dad.
You were the most unselfish person in the world and when you died, it was so sad.
...
The many years that we spent together are something that I'll always cherish.
You were such a great person because you cared.
When you died, I learned that life can be so unfair.
You were a wonderful mother and that's why I celebrate Mother's Day.
I knew that life would never be the same again when you passed away.
When you inherited $3600 in 1985, you shared it with my brother and I and Dad.
You were the most unselfish person in the world and when you died, it was so sad.
...
#mother
#parent
#family
#death
#son
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I couldn't breath
What did you think
Past the alcohol
Tainting your every breath.
What did you see
Was it red
Did you hear the words I bled
From my lips to your ears
There were no tears
I rolled my shoulder
Looked in the mirror
Fingerprints on my skin
A fast beating heart
I whisper
“Is it all your fault?”
Past the alcohol
Tainting your every breath.
What did you see
Was it red
Did you hear the words I bled
From my lips to your ears
There were no tears
I rolled my shoulder
Looked in the mirror
Fingerprints on my skin
A fast beating heart
I whisper
“Is it all your fault?”
#parent
#childhood
#memories
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Macabre
Danse Macabre
One soft summer evening, the wind rolls on the breeze, through the trees to a lonely homestead.
Tenderfoot Ranch, was a quaint homestead with a large field, small granary, and a small house, large enough for five bedrooms. Though everything seemed well on the outside, the fields were withering under Arthur Macabre’s ignorant green-thumb. Arthur had spent his life adventuring not tending fields and they were becoming dry and producing less crop each harvest.
Arthur played a handful of dirt in his hands, breaking up the hard chunks then threw the dirt on...
One soft summer evening, the wind rolls on the breeze, through the trees to a lonely homestead.
Tenderfoot Ranch, was a quaint homestead with a large field, small granary, and a small house, large enough for five bedrooms. Though everything seemed well on the outside, the fields were withering under Arthur Macabre’s ignorant green-thumb. Arthur had spent his life adventuring not tending fields and they were becoming dry and producing less crop each harvest.
Arthur played a handful of dirt in his hands, breaking up the hard chunks then threw the dirt on...
#dark
#parent
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To My Daughter
I had a secret, i tried to hide
Which i kept hidden, deep inside
But nothing changed, inside my head
Just my physicality, has a different thread
And one thing, that will never part
Is my love for you, deep in my heart
From the day i held you, when you were born
And every day since, from the break of dawn
Although some aspects of life, have taken their toll
I love you, from the depth of my soul
by Jemia
Which i kept hidden, deep inside
But nothing changed, inside my head
Just my physicality, has a different thread
And one thing, that will never part
Is my love for you, deep in my heart
From the day i held you, when you were born
And every day since, from the break of dawn
Although some aspects of life, have taken their toll
I love you, from the depth of my soul
by Jemia
#love
#parent
#birth #transgender
#birth #transgender
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The Gorgeous Dream
If you must know anything,
know that you were born
because no one else was coming'
- Ocean Vuong
¡
Flutterwings:
you know you always escape a day
we never made -- but how
I would find you in every crushing second
I wanted to die
there, looking up at your dire ascent from
these clouds billowing above where I lie;
Stay.
¡
I never caught you still but blurry;
lines faded against the backdrop sky, ...
know that you were born
because no one else was coming'
- Ocean Vuong
¡
Flutterwings:
you know you always escape a day
we never made -- but how
I would find you in every crushing second
I wanted to die
there, looking up at your dire ascent from
these clouds billowing above where I lie;
Stay.
¡
I never caught you still but blurry;
lines faded against the backdrop sky, ...
#mother
#parent
#freedom #OceanVuong
#freedom #OceanVuong
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Mum Sample!
On mummy day we just jubiliate..
On mummy day we don't barricade..
On mummy day we don't infiltrate..
On mummy day we post no bille..
On mummy day we don't replay..
I stand by the north 12 o'clock..
Behind my back south
6 o'clock..
From the right east
3 o'clock..
By the left west
9 o'clock..
With this tears how we pay..
Volunteer for replay..
Inside the mind we foreplay..
Outside the mind afterplay..
It's free world...
On mummy day we don't barricade..
On mummy day we don't infiltrate..
On mummy day we post no bille..
On mummy day we don't replay..
I stand by the north 12 o'clock..
Behind my back south
6 o'clock..
From the right east
3 o'clock..
By the left west
9 o'clock..
With this tears how we pay..
Volunteer for replay..
Inside the mind we foreplay..
Outside the mind afterplay..
It's free world...
#parent
#motherhood
#childhood #son
#childhood #son
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DU Poetry : Poems for and About Parents Seeking Friendly Advice