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at the track today,
Father's Day,
each paid admission was
entitled to a wallet
and each contained a
little surprise.

poem by Charles Bukowski
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Father, Father Abraham

(On the Anniversary of Lincoln's Birth)

Father, Father Abraham,
Today look on us from above;
On us, the offspring of thy faith,
The children of thy Christ-like love.

For that which we have humbly wrought,
Give us today thy kindly smile;
Wherein we've failed or fallen short,
Bear with us, Father, yet awhile.

Father, Father Abraham,
Today we lift our hearts to thee,
Filled with the thought of what great price
Was paid, that we might ransomed be.

Today we consecrate ourselves
Anew in hand and heart and brain,
To send this judgment down the years:
The ransom was not paid in vain.

poem by James Weldon Johnson
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Dry Day

Life as you know will end someday
Since every single day is never the same
Yesterday was a dark age following in today
What a surprise because today was a dry day

You got nothing to do but get wasted
Listen to me brother, don't get me arrested
We gotta break free from this stupid law
What a surprise because today was a dry day

All along as the clock ticked by I waited
It seemed as if the time was all destined
A moment of space without you I stay
What a surprise because today was dry day

Grieving low all past long when I'm high
Help me grace, love will relieve the pain
Let us explore the world as the drunk one said
What a surprise because today was dry day

As past enfolds into this mystery today
I look behind back in those days
Suck glorious moments filled us held today
What a surprise because today was dry day

poem by Siddharth Shah
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Cobblestones

The coffin, set up as coffins always are, near the grave, contained the father. The sentence, set up as sentences always are, on the page, contained the words. The meat package, set up as meat packages always are, with cellophane covering, contained the chops. The synagogue, set up as synagogues always are, for people, contained the rabbi. The classroom, set up as classrooms always are, for chairs, contained the professor. The coffin, set up as coffins always are, beside the grave, contained the mother. The word, set up as words always are, beyond hearing, contained the syllables. The prose, set up as prose always is, in census-rectangles, contained the phenomena. The nation, set up as nations always are, in questionnaire rooms, contained the sworn. The can, set up as cans always are, with ornate paper covers, contained the chicken o’noodle soup, with the circular noodles. Abacus, guitar, and quipu, set up as abacus, guitar and quipu always are, hieratically on notional strings, contained tobacco’s troubadours. The coffin, set up as coffins always are, next to the grave, contained the sister. The elegy, set up as elegies always are, dishonestly, contained the family. The steak, set up as steaks always are, artificially reddened, contained the fat. The rectangular venetian blinds, set up as rectangular venetian blinds always are, in the windowframe, contained the slats. The DNA, set up as DNA always is, in double helixes, contained the and. The word people, set up as the word people always is, in writing, contained the o.

poem by Aaron Fogel
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The One

No surprise
Hey that you wanna be the one again
No surprise
You wanna be the one
Heard you had a story to tell
Sold your soul in a kiss and tell
Sliding down on a helter skelter ride
Into yesterday
No way out, the price of fame
Once its told will you be the same
Rolling down on a roller coaster ride
Well be waiting for you
No surprise
Hey that you wanna be the one again
No surprise
No surprise
Hey that you wanna be the one
No surprise
You wanna be the one
Shock the world with your fall from grace
Glory days gone without a trace
No surprise youre a face without a name
But we all still love you
No surprise
Hey that you wanna be the one again
No surprise
No surprise
Hey that you wanna be the one
No surprise
You wanna be the one
Its time to tell you
Were faithful and true
Take us back to the days
When we could dream
cos it makes us happy
No surprise
Hey that you wanna be the one again
No surprise
No surprise
Hey that you wanna be the one
No surprise
No surprise
Hey that you wanna be the one again
No surprise
No surprise
Hey that you wanna be the one
No surprise
No surprise
Hey that you wanna be the one

song performed by by Moody Blues
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I Wished Upon My Life Today

I wished upon my life today
I wean upon my life today
I bet upon my life today
I borrowed upon my life today
I feasted upon my life today
I fell upon my life today
I paid upon my life today
I plead upon my life today
I frowned upon my life today
I flew upon my life today
I smoked upon my life today
I shitted upon my life today
I pissed upon my life today
I pass upon my life today
I sneezed upon my life today
I sneaked upon my life today
I asked upon my life today
I ate upon my life today
I wept upon my life today
I won upon my life today.
I prayed upon my life today.

poem by David E. Patton
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Baby What A Big Surprise

Right before my very eyes
I thought that you were only fakin it
And like before my heart was takin it
Baby what a big surprise
Right before my very eyes
Yesterday it seemed to me
My life was nothing more than wasted time
But here today youve softly changed my mind
Baby what a big surprise
Right before my very eyes
Baby what a big surprise
Just to be alone
Was a little more than I could take
Then you came to stay
Hold me in the morning
Love me in the afternoon
Help me find my way
Baby what a big surprise
Right before my very eyes
Baby what a big surprise
Baby what a big surprise
Right before my very eyes
Baby what a big surprise

song performed by by Peter Cetera
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My Father Buried My Sister........Today

My father buried my sister today
My soul burns red with pain
No longer will I touch her face
Or caress her skin again

My father buried my sister today
God, what have I done wrong
To have her stolen from my arms
When my faith in you was strong

My father buried my sister today
Thank God I have another
I couldn't walk this path alone
Every breath is a struggle

My father buried my sister today
She was just 20
Searing, ripping, tearing ache
My emotions overcome me

To God above, how I pray
These words by her not repeated
My father buried my daughter today

poem by Pritisha Sardesai
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Gone Astray a rant

Gone Astray

A solemn silence fills the space
contained with cathedral walls.
A sanctuary filled with grace
But over it a shadow falls

There are few worshippers today
and they’re engaged in private prayer.
Although the tourists make their way
to see the wonders which are there.

They gladly pay the entrance fee
a charge imposed to help defray
the maintenance that has to be
paid for. This is the only way.

the church authorities can find
the funds which are necessary.
Although the ancient rules defined
access to worship should be free.

The churches now are businesses
and not what they were meant be.
It seems religion matters less
to the presiding hierarchy.

Than making profits to maintain
these symbols of authority.
Although the signs are very plain
Because they do not want to see.

That piety has less to do
with structures glorifying God.
Provided by the wealthy few.
Who did not think it at all odd.

To see this as their entry fee
to buy a place in paradise
A triumph for hypocrisy.
I think today we are more wise.

No longer ruled by the dead hand
of church enforced religious laws.
We are entitled to demand
the church must find a different course.

The world has changed and so must they
We aren’t required to obey
church leaders who have lost their way.
And do not meet our needs today.

It matters not which creed you choose
they do not practice what they preach.
Their teachings are of little use
If they don’t believe what they teach.

Intolerance and bigotry
Fostered by narrow minded priests
are prevalent it seems to me.
Truth does not matter in the least

21-Nov-08

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Volunteering

I remember those days,
When people volunteered their services...
Without getting paid. This was a civil duty,
Just to keep their neighborhoods...
Looking and appearing to be clean,
And trash free as something understood.

But those days are gone.
And behind us now!
Today?
People expect payment as if entitled,
For their agitation that irritates others.
And with a volunteering of it that is devoted.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Sunday Prayer of Thanks

Dear Father in Heaven, today I'm not going to ask anything of you.
I want to praise you Lord and give thanks for all that you do.

As of late Father I've asked you for many blessings and you have granted many of them Father. You helped my daughter find her way and open a wonderful art shop, oh Lord I thank you. You kept my children out of harms way Lord and showed my grandson the error of his ways bringing him back on track Lord, I thank you. You granted my grandson, my daughter and myself a trip to Nova Scotia this year Lord, I thank you Father. You made sure my mother isn't suffering with her leg Father. You saw to it that David Harris came home from the hospital and is recovering nicely, I thank you Father. You took care of some issues for my friends Shelley and her new husband Michael Lord, I thank you.

Father God, I'm sure I've missed some, but you know what they are and that I want to thank you on their behalf.
Father God, thankyou for all the wonderful things you do and most of all Father, thankyou for your precious son 'Jesus'.

poem by Melvina Germain
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Father(less) Day

Father(less) Day
by Alex Lewis

Today is Father's Day-
So joyous and so gay!
Unless you're me,
Very sadly.
For me, it's Father(less) Day.
He died three nights ago, I say.
Don't pity me, give me none!
If it were up to me, his death would not be done.
If you commit suicide, there's a lonely funeral.
No one will pity you for wearing red before the bull.
He killed himself; I don't notice he's alive.
Such selfishness and stupidity would get none to revive.

So, today
I will say
It's Father(less) Day
For me and for me (alone) .
Do not cry! Do not groan!
This day is today (whatever may be(!))
It's Father(less) Day (for me) .

poem by Alex Lewis
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Picture.

Ihave your picture in my wallet.

But I have your kiss in the jasmine
Of the summer dusk.

I have your picture in my wallet.

But I have your eyes in the starlight.
Dancing across a frosted field.

I have your picture in my wallet.

But I have your touch on the breeze
That bends the flowers in green meadow.

I have your picture in my mind.

poem by Kevin East
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The Man of Her Dreams

today is the day i marry the man of my dreams
today is the day all my worries will be deceased
today is the day all my dreams will come true
today is the day that i say i do
today is the day that two become one
today is the day to rejoice and have fun
today is the day i give you my heart because i knew i loved you from the start
today is the day you take my hand and we have our first weddeing dance
today is the day that ive been waitin for
today is the day that i can truely say that i am yours
today is the day to see family and friends
today is the day you became my one and only man
today is the day`to laugh joke and play
today is the day that my father gives me away
today is the day i marry the man of my dreams
today is the day ive been dreamin about in my sleep
today is the day

poem by Nene Brock
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Like Scraped Up Dust to Save

1-2-3 and,
Put-your-dollars-in-your wallet,
And pretend its vacant paper!

Like scraped up dust to save.

And...
Put-your-dollars-in-your wallet,
And pretend its vacant paper.

To e-vap-orate like vapor.

And...
Put-your-dollars-in-your wallet,
And pretend its vacant paper.

No-longer-to-savored.
To 'trip' on treasured capers.

And...
Put-your-dollars-in-your wallet,
And pretend its vacant paper!

That's all it's worth today!

And...
Put-your-dollars-in-your wallet,
And pretend its vacant paper!

Like scraped up dust to save!

1-2-3,
Like scraped up dust to save!
And...
1-2-3,
Like scraped up dust to save!
And...
1-2-3,
Like scraped up dust to save!
And...
1-2-3,
Like scraped up dust to save!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Father's Day.

These are three little rhymes made up in 1998 fror home made 'Father's Day' cards that the kids and I made for their dad.

I'm wishing for my father,
(Who ain't really that bad) ,
All he could ever want today,
So Happy Dad's day Dad.

Today I want to party,
Today I want to play,
But today I'm gonna be good,
Because it's Father's Day.

Dearest darling hubby,
I wish you all the best,
And when you come to bed tonight,
I'll rid you of your vest.

Dearest darling hubby,
That's all I've got to say,
So I'll go and wish to you,
A Happy Father's Day.

Father's Day 1998.

poem by Lizzy Tomlinson
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If Not

If not for my Father, would I be what I am today?
If not for my Mother, would I be what I am today?
If not for my Teachers, would I be what I am today?
If not for my Brothers, would I be what I am today?
If not for my Sisters, would I be what I am today?
If not for my Spouse Dear, would I be what I am today?
If not for my Children, would I be what I am today?
If not for my Good Deeds, would I be what I am today?
If not for my Talents, would I be what I am today?
If not for my Hard Work, would I be what I am today?
If not for my Blessings, would I be what I am today?
If not for my Country, would I be what I am today?
If not for my Dear GOD, would I be what I am today?

poem by John Celes
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Father's Day Reminder

A mother's work is never done
A father's work is rarely appreciated or much fun
Time to let any bad feelings be undone
Father's day is coming....dear daughter or son

Here's a why to honor your father
That isn't really hard
Whether he deserves it or not
Send a card

Today is a good day to get it in the mail
Throw it in the letter bale
The postal service delivers in rain or hail
But get done early, in case they fail

Before on decent cards there is a run
Go to the store today and 'get 'er done'
But if he's not here or passed away
Remember him kindly on Father's Day

And if he's abandoned you or he was never around
Don't let him hear a complaining sound
A perfect father is rarely found
And to past hurt we should not be bound

Of father's we have each only one
From that we should not run
Father's day is a day to reach out to fogive
Father's day is a day to appreciate and to give

(because you don't really understand it's strains unless you've been a father)

poem by James T. Adair
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My father carries around the picture of the kid who came with his wallet.

quote by Rodney Dangerfield
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Lost for Good

In Southampton, England was found
My Gramps wallet lost long ago.
The finder was intent and bound,
And found my Dad in Chicago.
The wallet was then sent to Dad,
With all the contents still therein;
Some pictures of Gramps as a lad,
With his parents and other kin;
An I.D. with info embossed,
Also bills and a ticket worn.
If that wallet had not been lost,
I might not have even been born.

The ticket was for a sea trip,
First class on the Titanic ship.

poem by Ima Ryma
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Dear Granfather

My gran father

Is...

My father...

yes...

My lovingely father...

My gran father loves for me...

At over of my father...

I am also love

My gran father a lot....

My gran father telling

Stores at my child age...

It is very happyfull...

Today my gran father

Is passaway...

I did not woory

I did not cry...

But...

Heart only think