I'm more comfortable with whatever's wrong with me than my father was whenever he felt he failed or didn't measure up to the standard he set.
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Father Boy
Oh Father Boy, Oh Father Boy
You didn’t see the signs
You didn’t hear a thing did you
Oh Father Boy, my dear
You didn’t see, you didn’t look, you didn’t listen either
You didn’t try to understand
You didn’t take the time
You weren’t a Father, Father Boy, you weren’t a Father, Father.
Oh Father Boy, Father Boy
When a Father has a Boy
To be a Father, Father see
You have to see the Boy
The Boy inside the Father
And the Father in the Boy
But Father Boy, Oh Father Boy
You just didn’t pay attention
For a Boy to be a Father, Father
He cannot be a Father Boy.
(Previously published in Megaera, #4, Fall 2000)
poem by Laurence Overmire
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Letters I Didn't Write
I wish you could have read…
The Letters
that I failed to write
I wish you could have felt the touch…
Of hands that failed to
reach out at night
Would’ve liked for you
to have heard…
Words I couldn’t say
Would’ve liked to have felt
The emotions missed…
When I failed to ask you to stay
What you didn’t feel…
When you didn’t hear …
The words I didn’t say
I wish you could have
At least…Felt the love
That you didn’t feel that day
I wish you could’ve known …
The feelings
that I didn’t show
The words I couldn’t bring to light
And tell you
Long ago
I wish somehow,
you could know now
Of things you knew not then
Of words I didn’t say or write
Of touch, or love
Of things... that might have been
poem by David Whalen
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The Letter My Father Will Never See
if only one last time i could see you. if only one time i could tell you what i think. if only one time i could say what i've been thinking for all these years. if only i could just not care. if only it didn't hurt so much. if only i could say that you dont matter. if only i could tell you. if only one time you'd listen. if only you knew. if only i could tell you your an ass. if only i could say and put into words what you've put me through. if only you were around to say good job.
as a father you have failed. as a father you were never there. as a father you never held me. as a father you never cared. as a father you never gave me praise. as a father you never brushed my hair. as a father you didn't teach me about life. as a father you didn't teach me how to care. as a father you never showed me love. as a a father you you let me cower in the corner. as a father you scared the hell out of me every night of the week. as a father you came home drunk. as a father you didn't put me to bed. as a father you never gave me a hug as a father you were my worst night. however, for some reason i cant fathom your my father. and for the same reason i cant fathom how you earned the title when being a father was one thing that you never were and dont seem to want to be.
Didnt Know
Didn't know what you had
Until you lost it
Didn't know what you own
Until you got it
Didn't know of your sins
Until you fought it.
Didn't know what you needed
Until you sought it.
Didn't know your lies
Until someone spoke them
Didn't know of the truth
Until someone wrote them
Didn't remembered your dreams
Until someone awoke them
Didn't know they died
Until someone chocked them.
Didn't know you had guilt
Until you cried
Didn't know you felt sadness
Until you tried to hide
Didn't know you felt shame
Until you lied
Didn't know you believed in GOD
Until you asked him why.
Didn't know you felt sorrow
Until you shed a tear
Didn't know that you were scared
Until I saw your fear
Didn't know that you hated
Until you were near
Didn't know that you were unhappy
Until you looked in a mirror.
Didn't know who you truly were
Until your ways you sewed
Didn't know that you were evil
Until the truth was showed
Didn't know you did this before
Until I saw all of your woe
Didn't know who you really were
Though I wished then I did know.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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No father?
i told my father it was so and i got up and left him then you know
though there was nowhere i had to go and nothing i had to do
i stand before you father
but you refuse to see
oh father, have you forgotten me?
i kneel before you father
but you do not feel
i am your flesh and same blood
if only you knew
if only i could tell you your an ass
if only i could say and put into words what you've put me through
if only you were around to say good job
as a father you have failed
as a father you were never there
i am ill be gotten history
...no father?
poem by Calvin Jenkins
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Good Night
There's never been a time...
I felt you looked at me with pride
There's never been a moment...
I felt you knew how hard I've tried
I've never lived a day...
Without feeling I'm to blame
I've never felt deserving...
For myself, I feel only shame
I'm tired of doing wrong...
When I try so hard for right
Yes, I've failed at life...I know...
And now, with love, I say good night
poem by CarolAnne Spalding
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I had very few friends. We always ate dinner with our parents. We didn't want to go out. American adolescence was a lot wilder than I would have felt comfortable with.
You
You are an unexpected surprise.
Pleasant
Like cotton candy melting on the tongue.
I didn't know I could feel this way again,
Didn't expect to be swept off my feet.
I trust you
Like I did my first love.
For some reason when you complement me,
I believe it.
I don't dismiss it as I have with so
Many others.
I like the fact that you still read the news paper in the mornings
And
Don't log onto the internet for all the news.
I like the fact that you were YOU
When we met,
Grounded, down to earth, comfortable in your skin.
There was a catch in my throat when our eyes met.
But, when I felt the pull,
For the first time, in a very long time
I didn't push
You
Away
As I have so many others.
I was comfortable with you.
It felt like,
Putting on my favorite pair of jeans
Drinking hot chocolate
Rain on my face
Joy
Natural.
I let you in
Told you who I really was, nothing held back..
And,
You accepted me for me.
The fact that I like to dress up and go out on Friday night,
But,
Sundays, I'm a homebody.
The fact that I like to listen to music and dance when we cook,
But,
Need quiet to sleep, so you mute the T.V.
The fact that when I'm upset, I need my space
But, I'm still afraid of the dark..
And,
When we talk about having kids,
You say you want three
And
When you said the last one would be a daughter,
I laughed, when you said you wanted her to be like me.
I love you for your heart.
I love you for your mind.
I love you so deeply
Because you let me and accepted me for me.
Thank god you don't have and over zealous religious nature.
You're the first person who has not
Tried to understand or change my tumultuous
Relationship with god.
I respect you so much for letting it be.
You notice the details, like when I'm tired.
Help me, in just the ways I need.
I thought men like you were a myth.
So glad to know I was wrong and you do exist!
My love knows no bounds for you
For the longest time, I wouldn't let myself believe
That happy endings weren't just for fairy- tales
And I would have a life of such bliss and peace.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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Exotic Club
I spend most of my time alone,
Moping around listening to music,
Depressed and brooding,
It is a garment
I’ve grown rather comfortable in.
A friend will on occasion
Drag me out of the house,
Presumably for my own good.
On such an occasion,
A friend persuaded me
Into visiting an exotic club.
I had a beer or two
And closely watched
The lovely movements of the girls.
They were beautiful,
But I mostly felt sad,
I hoped they didn’t hate me
For looking at them all creepy-like.
I then went home
And had another beer
And looked at my old cat;
I was still rather sad but comfortable.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Jeane
Jeane
The low-life has lost its appeal
And i'm tired of walking these streets
To a room with its cupboards bare
Jeane
I'm not sure what happiness means
But i look in your eyes
And i know
Oh ...
That it isn't there
Oh, we tried, and we failed
Oh, we tried, and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried
Oh, jeane
There's ice on the sink where we bathe
So how can you call this a home
When you know it's a grave ?
Yet you still have that greedy grace
As you tidy the place
But it will never be clean
Jeane
We tried and we failed
We tried, and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
And we tried
Oh ...
Cash on the nail
It's just a fairytale
Oh ...
And i don't believe in magic anymore
Jeane
But i think you know
I really think you know
Oh ...
Oh yes, i think you know the truth
Jeane
Oh ...
No heavenly choirs
Not for me and not for you
Because i think you know
I really think you know
Oh ...
I think you know the truth
Oh, jeane
We tried, and we failed
We tried, and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried
song performed by by Smiths
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How Do You Measure Up?
If you measure yourself by ambition,
There will always be someone more ambitious than you.
If you measure yourself by money,
There is always someone wealthier than you.
If you measure yourself by power,
There is always someone more powerful than you.
If you measure yourself with material things,
There is always someone with more stuff than you.
If you measure yourself by where you are in life,
There is always someone farther down the path than you.
If you measure yourself by appearance,
There is always someone that appears than you.
If you measure yourself by God,
Then we are all the same.
We are all wonderfully and beautifully made.
God is love.
And love has no end.
So in God's heart,
You will always measure up!
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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5 Attemps
5 suicide attempts
Each one failed
5 times to try and love you
Each one failed
1- Slit my wrists
Failed horribly
1- Kiss you again
Failed horribly
2- Hang myself
Over the edge
2- Hug you again
Over the edge
3- Gun to my head
I couldn't pull through
3- Look in your eyes again
I couldn't pull through
4- Yell to God to end my life
I couldn't talk
4- Try to talk to you again
I couldn't talk
5- Slit my throat
I didn't have the strength
5- Touch you again
I didn't have the strength
5 suicide attempts
Each one failed
5 times to try and love you
Each one failed
poem by Emily Wimetal
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WHAT CAN CANADIANS DO? MAR 18th,2011
Canadians don’t complain about having to measure in meters,
Or about having to buy their expensive gasoline in liters,
And we can’t ever go back in time to measure again in miles,
And we can’t have binding referendums as politicians smile.
I feel I should apologize for having the wrong attitude,
And our lack of political control in this latitude,
We need binding referendums and death with dignity soon,
Why is that so difficult for a political goon?
Our first-past-the-post politicians want to do things their way,
No proportional representation allowed any day,
Ottawa stays without proportional representation,
Looking down from their comfortable high elevation.
Mar 18th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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I never felt very comfortable as a teenager. The older I got, the better I felt and the more comfortable with myself I became. Without music I wouldn't have had a basis in anything. At a very early age it became my mode of expression, and without a mode of expression, you aren't intelligent, because you just can't communicate. Music allowed me to develop what intelligence I have. Without it, I don't think I would have. I found the young years very difficult. I was socially inept. So I don't hark back.
Tessa's Song
I'm sorry I failed
I'm sorry I fell
Straight from grace
I'm sorry I failed
I'm sorry I lied
Straight to your face
The world you know
Keeps getting bigger
And badder
And all that's true
And all that's good
Doesn't seem to matter
What's good and what's bad
What's right and what's wrong
Is getting harder to comprehend
And just when you think
You've figured it out
The rules are changed again
I'm sorry I failed
I'm sorry you see
All that I lack
I'm sorry I failed
And if I could
I would take it all back
It's hard to believe
This war has gone on
Since before you were born
And I worry
That it will still be raging
When you are grown
The things you see
The drugs and the sex
And you're still so young
I lie awake at night
Hoping I've shown you
Which road is the right one
I'm sorry I failed
I pray that you know
I'm doing the best I can
I'm sorry I failed
I know you will become
So much more than I am
So much time that I've wasted
So many tears that I've tasted
Knowing I'm not the best
But my love for you remains
Untouched by anything
Wondering why I've been so blessed
poem by Sarah Deen
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‘father”:
'A FATHER IS SOMEONE WHO'S THERE FOR YOU WHEN YOU NEED HIM
A FATHER NEVER LETS YOU DOWN
A FATHER IS SOMEONE THERE TO HUG YOU WHEN SOMETHING GOES WRONG
A FATHER IS THERE TO DRY UP THE TEARS
A FATHER IS THERE FOR YOU WHEN YOU NEED SOMEONE TO TALK TO
A FATHER IS'NT SOMEONE WHO LEAVES THE MOTHER WHEN HE FINDS OUT SHE'S PERGANT
A FATHER IS'NT SOMEONE WHO DENYS THEIR OWN CHILD
A FATHER IS'NT SOMEONE WHO LEAVES YOU LEFT BEHIND
A FATHER IS'NT SOMEONE WHO SAYS ONE THING TO ONE PERSON THEN SAYS ANOTHER THING TO SOMEONE ELSE
A FATHER IS’NT WHAT I SEE IN YOU”
poem by Yeslin Salazar
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The Measure Of Men
what is the measure of one man
is it the measure of one's strength
I think not
is it the measure of one's stature such as height
I don't think so
is it how wealthy one is
not even close
or is it how much power one possesses over another
not impressive
can a measure of a man be measured with a yardstick
well it can but that park doesn't show he's a man
the tolerance of a man for another man hitting him
can be measured with a ruler
the tolerance of a man for another man attacking his country
can be measured with a grain of salt
the tolerance of a man for another man hitting the one's he loves
now that can only be measured within a whisper
you can only measure a individual man or woman
with how big their heart is and
what qualities lie within that heart
such as dignity for what he works for
such as a stable household for his famly
compassion for people in need
the understanding of what's right and what's wrong
the pride of not what he has done but what
his wife and child has done
the sweat
the blood
and the tears he spars
to keep his marriage from falling apart
once you find a way to measure those things then
and only then will you be able to say
that is
because that is certainly
the real measure of all men
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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The Monetary Aryan Race
Mutual assured mass destruction.
With a reluctance we hold our self to a higher standard.
Their are not crimes in a war.
The war itself is the crime.
But not by laws of the governing standard.
But instead a moral obligation.
To resist the temptation to skip the peaceful negotiations.
As individuals we all want something.
But as a whole some of the things are just not a priority.
And the majority should be somewhat satisfied.
Yet in this I think many have failed.
For a self serving agenda.
How does it benefit me?
And if it doesn't why should I bother?
Because it is not about only you in the decisions that need to be made.
The bigger picture.
In and out of the box.
Ideas are slung around like guns being shot.
Most disregarded as not even worth looking at.
Because the name encircling it does not have any fame.
A entitlement is born not by genetics but who is his father,
who is his mother is.
How much money do they have?
Raising the right breed.
An monetary aryan race.
What a disgrace.
Yet it is very well embraced.
Why I do not know.
It should be by what you have done for the people.
It should be about in all things equal.
Business savy or not.
Should one really run a country like such.
This is why their all these issues we currently face.
Everyone knows the who.
Yet no one seems to know how to fix it.
Is their a cure to greed?
Their must be if us human beings want succeed.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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My mom didn't have mother or father
My mother didn't have a mom. My mom was all alone. But she choose me so she could be my mom. You didn; t have a father. Until you met your huband. But you gave me the love you had to give. Because you dind't have anyone to love you. Because meeting my father gave her the love she never had. And my father didn't have anyone to love either. Until the day he met my mom. written and Posted 2/7/09 In the memory of mu mother Esther Ferber Klayton And this poem is deciated to my father Seymour Klayton
poem by Susie Sunshine
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Napoleon Complex
Born with silver spoon
Coddled, pampered, spoiled
Small in stature
Never filled his father’s shoes
An underachiever
Misogynist, womanizer
Abused father’s influence for gain
Tainted “Maverick”, a failed top gun
Found a niche in politics
Elected Senator
Aspired to president
Aspired to be dictator
Failed at both
poem by Ray Lucero
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