Category: Daddy
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Daddy’s Girl
I only saw my parents fine china on rare occasions But boy oh boy, when they pulled it out I’d be prepared for a good time Where people would laugh And happy souls would shout They would talk throughout the night Sending glee through the house My father was a good time He was a…
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On My Father’s Shoulders
Today, I saw a toddler sitting on his father’s shoulders. It touched my heart to see the glee and the excitement in his eyes. It reminded me of my Dad and the wonderful moments we shared. Fathers are so important. I don’t think western society gives them the love and recognition that they deserve oftentimes.…
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Good Night Dad
The sounds of snoring In a three part harmony I am the only audience The tickets are free Whooping wings fluttering Birds of prey The wind whistling past a closed window All I recount the totality of my day Hidden sun Glistening moonlight Covering a body Once soaked in sweat from running outside A midnight…
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Boiled Over
Every since my Daddy died… it seems like everybody got their own thang going on. And everybody doing me bogus. But deep deep down, I like the transparency! So call me the bounce back kid. My aspirations started off small but my heart is big. So let the thunder roll. Let the branches fall. Let…
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Ten Toes Down
This poem is dedicated to my Dad. Ten Toes Down I reach for my phone to dial you at home… only to realize you’re gone. I tried to forget about you. My heart wanted to move on, but I get lost playing hopscotch on the number of our memories. I’m at a thousand, but I…
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Dad’s Compass
Dad’s Compass You taught me how to get back up! How to dust off the dirt And keep on walking How to taste better tears But keep on talking You taught me how to survive How to address the hurt inside And stay alive How to move in a room of sharks And thrive You…
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Passing On To Glory
Passing On To Glory All I hear is condolences Rolling off grief stricken tongues They hit me Like hard pebbles meant for skipping They tell the tale of a daughter Who lost her father last week Kind faces filled with sympathy towards me Are hurtful and bring no relief But through sorrow we heal together…
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Unresolved Issues
Unresolved Issues you don’t have to deal me in even without a hand, i bounce back… me and overcoming go way back like four flats on a Cadillac times aren’t good but I broke bad chasing after sweet fantasies i could never have talking to my sister wondering why I didn’t do the math chalking…
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Train Ride
Train Ride the smell of heavy sulfur permeated through the train station’s platform it rises like grey smoke from my Daddy’s hand carved pipe soaked in a color reminiscent to ebony splendor i don’t belong here but i’m here open eyes lock onto me like i have a gift for them but silence…
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