The Father's Daughter
Only his kiss will do
Only a smile from him
Only his embrace will do
Cut from this cardigan
Cut from this aging cloth
Worn in view of a memory
Now only this alone will do
Only the warmth of his hand
Shouldered in a fatherly stand
Only his high back wicker chair
Hugs her now as he use to do
Only her tears stave off despair
Oh father how I loved you.
And in this abandonment still do.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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The Picture
Lightning. Cupid. Thunder. Dark Sky.
Rain. Road.
'Wanna share? '
'Thanks a lot! '
'Thank you'
'Jane'
'I'm David'
'Nice to meet you too'
'Take care'.
Two. Love. Forever. Hope. Life. Bliss.
One.
'Until my dying day'
'I'll love. I'll cherish'
Never gonna let you go
Eyes for you and you alone
Forsaking all others
Kiss.
Tears. Pain. Immeasurable. Help! . Joy.
Laughter.
'Puuuuusssshhhh! ! ! '
Oh God.
Ooooohhhh.
Aaaaaaaarrrrgggghhhh.
'O ne more! , one more! '
Hahahahaha.
'Its a boy! '
Oh my.
Fresh air. Joy. Happiness. Success.
Accomplished. Satisfied.
'I got admission into College! '
'Its my graduation! '
'I got the job! '
'Got that promotion! '
'I've met 'the one'! '
'He proposed! '
'I'm pregnant! '
'I was called the greatest....! '
'She came back! '
'I love him! '
'I'm free! '.
Glance. Smile. Eye contact. Hello. Shake.
Closer.
'Need help? '
With what?
'Going through life'
Most def!
'Always be here.'
You for you.
Flaws and all.
'Pissed, don't hurt me no more! '
Here for the long haul.
Despair. Sad. Depressed. Problem. Fray.
Hollow.
'Let this life have meaning'
'Why did she have to go? '
Floor.
'Let me be'
Can't...won't get up.
Not hungry.
Insomnia. Heartbroken.
Ached.
Mistakes. Fallen. Broken. Scar. Beer.
Same.
'Where'd I go wrong? '
'Why'd I do that? '
'How? '
'It hurts'
'Need God'
'Need help'
Sigh.
Pissed. Prisoner. Hurt. Let go. Divinity.
Freed.
'Imma get back at you'
'What goes around comes around'
To err = humanity
To forgive = divinity
'You really hurt me'
I'm really sorry
'Its ok'
Really?
'Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet
sheds on the heel that crushed it'
Tears.
Dream. Vision. Maybe. Idea. Light.
Eureka!
'I wanna be a doctor'
'I wanna be the greatest that ever lived'
'I wanna change the world'
'I wanna.......'
'Geez, just discovered how to......'
Fist pumps air.
Feet halfway above earth.
'I can do it! '.
Mirror. You. Conscience. Society. Vices.
God.
'Wrong path. Wrong person'
'Was meant to be more'
All wrong.
Wrong choices.
U- turn.
Knees.
Mercy.
Tears.
Bed. Beep. Tubes. Morphine. Cold. Aged.
Worn out body
Worn out spirit
Worn out mind
Like a child again
Hmmm.
'It's time'.
Breathe.
Stop.
Father. Lover. Dark Alley. Searchlight.
Reconciliation. Hugs.
'Have you seen Jenny? '
'Anyone know where Jenny is?
I want to be left alone!
Leave me alone!
'No, can't do'
Years.
Messed up.
Damaged
'I'm sorry'
'Come here'
Hugs.
Welcome home.
Silence. Darkness. Insects. Six Feet.
Under. The End.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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Blotch
I compelled my hand-blotch to be a care
On this soul of mine. So far, my cares
Diminished, as bending was difficult for me
And old tables remained like my skin.
I wore a cardigan that day, and could it be
That my wearing of this item of clothing
Be strict and due to ancient nature,
Or the feature of an old saying
That forbade my age to enter history.
My hands tie meaning with my shirt
Or shall I say cardigan, just the sold one,
The one so forgiving of my age.
Age carries stiches,
I stretch my shirt, or cardigan,
And look at my hands.
poem by Naveed Akram
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What You Are To Me
I'd like to think I am the sea,
looking up to you the sky.
Why? , because you are my heaven
Took my heart to drift up high.
The sunrise is your smile,
A worth waiting sight
The sun sets and you frown
Make me woe all night.
Golden rays' a kiss in thy face
Your hug bears warmth and grace
Rain are tears I want to erase
So priceless smile would replace
Behold, you're a beauty to see
I beauty that inspires thee
But like the sky, you are so high
Can't reach you, just watch from afar.
Written In The Stars
O Voiceless comes a memory-
Through my makeshift neuron file-
Engineered by claims of pleasures past-
Once broken and in total denial;
Chained to a bitter cold winter...
Where many hopes are slain-
'Twas never quite mended-
And at the break of New Dawn - never the same;
We revisit this voiceless memory...
Where sticks and stones had their way! ! !
'Cross the creeks of the Zodiac Valley-
Where the chained nightmares have had their say;
Where constellations Of Leo and Libra above...
Fight tooth and nail for Virgo's hand-
Until Scorpio - on a mission of true devotion...
Takes a most star-studded stand;
'Come hither my sweet one'
Out of the Galaxies Mist...
'Forget, forget those cold bitter memories'
'That were left with your last kiss'
Embrace, embrace now my Starshine-
A new memory with a voice that does not fail...
Coming unto you - 'Sweet Star' - brand new-
Cleverly hidden from view - 'neath ebons- Starlit Veil;
********************************************* ***************
October 13, 2009
poem by Theodora Onken
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No Father?
At times I feel so hurt because i got wounded so deeply.
I know You are there for me, Father my peace and comfort.
I turn towards you murmuring the word 'Father' and slowly.
I look towards you and pour out my pain and the much hurt
Even though I do not have a loving father to this day
I have You who is my true caring Father who loves me fully
When I am hurting, seeing other children happy today
due to the fact they have a loving father who loves them wholly.
I am so hurt, looking at my friends who have such a great live.
I am not enving them, all I want is to be happy and to be loved.
but then I see You turning towards me, You show me so much love
Lord You comfort me like a true father would, I feel so loved
Like a ray of sunshine I sense Your gentle kind fatherly comfort
I pray to you Father when I am in misery, pain or when happy
I realise I have You my true Father so I am free no more hurt.
I pray to you Lord, day and night so that I am no more weary.
When I am sad I slowly cry out to You in a desperate voice of mine
I call onto to You saying these words, 'Father, Father, Father'
I do like calling You father because I get the joy, oh so divine.
I love You so deeply My true compationate Heavenly Father.
When I pray I say, 'Father My provider, Father My God'
My whole prayer are full of the words 'Father'.......father, father
I am thankful that You gave me Your truly fatherly love Lord.
I love you so much even though I have no loving father.
I do not know why I refer to my God as 'Father' not Lord or God
but I find this peace and satifaction when I do call You father
I love my Heavenly Father so much, oh how you give joy, oh God
I somehow find comfort when call on You, You are my only loving father
Oh how Jesus loves me...............How I love Him
poem by Trulyyours Cross
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For Her Love
For her love- I would climb the highest mountain
Or swim the deepest sea.
Just to know that she’s in love with me.
I would pull the stars from the sky
And put them in her hand.
Because of my love I know I can.
To feel her soft gentle kiss
And taste the sweet nectar
That I miss.
The gentleness of her
voice when I am in despair.
Just shows me how much she really cares.
To have her embrace me and to feel
Her supple breast upon my chest.
And to feel the warmth in that embrace
Leaving me without the will
To continue to fight
This is my story, this is my plight.
Just like a newborn child in the
Arms of its mother
Give me your love
Let me smother.
poem by Louis Rams
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Bastard Son's Story
I stand before you Father,
but you refuse to see
Oh dear Father, have I fallen from the tree
of your good grace, our last embrace
now a memory
Oh Father, have you forgotten me
I kneel before you Father
But you do not feel
Oh dear Father, have you forsaken me
I am your flesh and blood
Dear Father, look at me!
I am your ill-begotten history
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
poem by Sonya Florentino
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I Cant Stand Up For
Im the living result
Im a man whos been hurt a little too much
And Ive tasted the bitterness of my own tears
Sadness is all my lonely heart can feel
I cant stand up for falling down
I cant stand up for falling down
Simple though love is
Still it confused me
Why Im not loved the way I should be
Now Ive lived with heartaches
And Ive roomed with fear
Ive dealt with despair
And Ive wrestled with tears
I cant stand up for falling down
I cant stand up for falling down
The vow that we made
You broke it in two
But that dont stop me from loving you
I cant stand up for falling down
I cant stand up for falling down
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Father I Still Love You
I tried so hard to love you
But you never really cared
I tried so hard to trust you
But you were never really there
I wanted you to love me
But your heart had grown so cold
I wanted you to play with me
But money was your only goal
And now that I've grown older
And I look back on the years
I remember all the anger
The hurt the pain the tears
Father I forgive you
For all those wasted years
And I try not to remember
All the hurt the pain the tears
But father just please tell me
Did you ever love me once
Or was I just like leftovers
That you throw out after lunch
Father I still love you
And I'll never let that die
But father just please look at me
Say you love me to my eye
Father I must be honest
When you left I found another
My Father up in Heaven
And Jesus my loving Brother
They were the ones who loved me
When you had never cared
They were the ones who saved me
From a life of hate and despair
Father I still love you
And that will always stay true
But father will you love me
Because your child still needs you.
poem by Daniel Sweetnam
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The Child Dying
Unfriendly friendly universe,
I pack your stars into my purse,
And bid you so farewell.
That I can leave you, quite go out,
Go out, go out beyond all doubt,
My father says, is the miracle.
You are so great, and I so small:
I am nothing, you are all:
Being nothing, I can take this way.
Oh I need neither rise nor fall,
For when I do not move at all
I shall be out of all your day.
It's said some memory will remain
In the other place, grass in the rain,
Light on the land, sun on the sea,
A flitting grace, a phantom face,
But the world is out. There is not place
Where it and its ghost can ever be.
Father, father, I dread this air
Blown from the far side of despair
The cold cold corner. What house, what hold,
What hand is there? I look and see
Nothing-filled eternity,
And the great round world grows weak and old.
Hold my hand, oh hold it fast-
I am changing! - until at last
My hand in yours no more will change,
Though yours change on. You here, I there,
So hand in hand, twin-leafed despair -
I did not know death was so strange.
poem by Edwin Muir
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The Memory Of The Kiss! ! !
This was the memory.
The memory kissed had played with the heart.
The memory kissed through fast the heartbeat.
The memory kissed made thoughts simply played with the feeling.
The kiss was the feeling of coming tempted promised heaven.
The feeling kiss appreciated each other.
The feeling kiss loved each other.
The feeling kiss gave each other.
It was the kiss through perfection.
The memory kissed had brought the wound.
The memory kissed came with yearning.
The memory kissed flirted.
A kiss not only played with the lips.
Because the kiss was destiny.
Because the kiss was to fill up the world was full of the colour.
This the kiss was the nature song.
This the kiss accompanied the prayer.
This the kiss accompanied the love.
And more significant the kiss always brought yearning.
The memory of the kiss had felt.
Shared the love shared yearning.
The memory kissed still was felt on the perfect lips through perfection.
Oh! I Cry
We only can miss what was once in existence
An answer to no question, i give to you
Yes she existed,
And now i miss her
She came but never had the plan to stay longer
Never had the plan to witness the peace and unity
To see mom and dad drink from the same cup again
Oh! i cry.
I was happy i met her
Sad because she left unannounced
Never to come back
All i have now is memory of her
A memory of how good and bad things were
Memory that will never say my name again like she use to
Nor give me those worming and welcome smile of hers
Oh! i cry.
Give me the power to turn back the hand of time
And we will be kids again
Give me the power to raise the dead
And she will still have abundant air in her lungs
Give me the power to stop death
And i wont be crying these tears
But here i stand beside her grave heart broken
Fantasizing on what could have been
Oh! i cry.
Dedicated to the memory of my sweet late sister.
Linda N. Nwaokolo
poem by Chuks Kevin Nwaokolo
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1000 Things
words & music by jason mraz
Im overjoyed and over loved and feeling lucky
like a little boy whos hiding under covers
and looking to discover any way to play the part inside his darkened cave
well the meaning of life it starts at the nightlight
close your eyes and hope to see mine
well Ive seen a thousand things in one place
but I stopped my counting when I saw your face
erasing memory I feel as though Ive never seen a face before
until I saw your eyes smiling back at me thru my tears
Ive been counting all these years
Now suddenly the thousand things Ive seen were
nothing more than dreams of you and me
you and me quietly at a stand still
fortunately you will kiss me and Ill kiss you back
fact of the matter of is that I dont know what the latter is
that I always wanted to kiss you but
I always wanted to run from you
Because I always wanted to miss you
And that Ive always wanted to come for you
So how do you do?
song performed by by Jason Mraz
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His Mistress To Him At His Farewell
You may vow I'll not forget
To pay the debt
Which to thy memory stands as due
As faith can seal it you.
--Take then tribute of my tears;
So long as I have fears
To prompt me, I shall ever
Languish and look, but thy return see never.
Oh then to lessen my despair,
Print thy lips into(the air,
So by this
Means, I may kiss thy kiss,
Whenas some kind
Wind
Shall hither waft it:--And, in lieu,
My lips shall send a thousand back to you.
poem by Robert Herrick
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Hugs and Tears
You sit in a public place
watching faces as they pass
and then you see one
you haven’t seen in years
and moments later
it is all hugs and tears
as the years fade away
to the days when you were young.
You sit and reminisce
times of long ago,
but your time together
is compressed to the year.
You stand up to say goodbye again
among the hugs and tears.
poem by David Harris
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Son Of A Rotten Gambler
And his love will be his vision
And he'll take you where you stand
And will you stand
Your life by his and help the boy become a man ?
Will he be the son of his father
His father
the teacher teachin' love
And honesty and bein' his own man handler
Or the son of
the son of a run of the millrun
Rotten gambler.
Will the devil be gettin' to you as you look back
Over what you've done.
And what you've done
Was it for reason or for rhyme or was it just for fun?
Will he be the son of his father
. . .
Back on the road now deacon will lose your hand
There ain't no kingdom for the gamblin' man.
You know the road now and you have made your stand
And when his eyes shine upon you
shine upon you
Will he be the son of his father
. . .
song performed by by Hollies
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Her
Her tears
are still drilling holes
to the center of my heart.
Lonely,
I can no longer feel
her lips on my lips,
her face on my face,
her hand in my hand.
Blind,
I can no longer see
the skin
covered by her clothes.
Touched
by another man's kiss,
covered by his embrace
I imagine her to be.
Hate I have
for him,
for me,
for the whole world
but not for her.
In love
with this girl
I was.
Lost
in her lost embrace
I am.
A memory
among other memories
I wish to be.
In love
with this girl
I still am.
poem by Serban Raducu Bogdan
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I do believe...
...that You still hold Your hand over us
that you are looking with fatherly eyes at us
that sometimes Your tears flow
about a world in which things fall apart
...that even when we see no more light
You and every angel and being that serves You
fights in a fierce battle
to regard us as Your own.
...that every thing stands against the dark might
as You want embrace us like Your children
that Your words and all of Your laws
only express Your great unending love.
poem by Gert Strydom
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I love to hate
I love the way you do your hair I love the way you smile
I love the way you make me laugh every moment worthwhile
I love the way you write your poems every word straight from the heart
I love the way you do everything I just loved to love you from the start
I hate to see you angry and I hate to see you sad
I hate to see you cry and I hate to see you mad
I hate it when you say his name I hate how perfect he was
Im probably just over jealous wanting to be the one you love
But now I hate the way I love you I cant stand the pain
With all this hurt and suffering its really hard to stay sane
I know we cant be together I guess its just my fate
I loved every thing about you and now everything I loved I hate
I hate the way you do your hair I hate the way you smile
I cant stand the way you make me laugh every moment bitter and vile
I hate the way you write your poems every word stabs through my heart
I hate the way you do everything I hate that I loved you from the start
But I still hate to see you angry I still hate to see you sad
I still hate to see you cry and I still hate to see you mad
I still hate hearing his name and how perfect he was
Im still just over jealous wanting to be the one you love
If I could heal the broken cracks and mend I broken heart
I wouldn’t change anything I'd love you over from the start
And if I could turn back time and ask for one last wish
I would only want from you the warmth of one last kiss
poem by Dakota Erickson
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Grey Train
This Sunday she'll come
To see me again.
And we will kiss
Then talk about
That and this.
And laugh into each others eyes.
Embrace in lovers sighs.
I'll make her lunch.
I have a hunch
She will be the one.
As I hold her hand in the sun.
And on Monday
She takes the grey train.
And cries as she leaves me again.
Next Sunday she'll come to see me once more.
I'll carry her bags to my door.
And dance her across my floor.
But
My heart now trembles
In cold light of day.
The past now resembles
A romantic play.
It's been a while
Since a smile
When she came to stay.
I'm talking to an empty chair.
She'll grace my rhyme.
And toss her sunshine hair.
But
On Monday
I will watch the grey train.
And cry as she leaves me again.
I kiss her eyes
As I stand in the rain.
So searing
The endless pain.
Disappearing
My love
On grey train.
poem by Kevin East
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