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Comment by Joseph Dean Phillips 21 hours ago

Here is a poem that I found a little while ago, very fitting for Father's day. It was written by someone that I know quite well.

The Working Father
By Bjorn Faknam

He wakes afresh each new morn,
With body clean and hair short shorn.
Then goes to work, with mind and arm,
And works all day, though it holds no charm.
He started the day fresh and clean,
With thoughts and deeds far from mean,
But work is hard, the hours long,
And by the time he hears the gong
That signals the work days end,
His arms are sore, his clothes he must mend.
His hair is drenched in sweat,
His arms are stained by grease he let
Fall upon him through the day,
And he said some things he shouldn't say.
He is tired and drained, and wants to rest,
But when he gets home, kids will leap upon his chest.
He can't stop yet, His work is far from done,
But first he lets the water run,
To wash away the grime of the day.
Relax, so he can see his kids and say;
"Hello", I love you", How was your day?"
And all the other things he longs to say.
He will watch over them, one and all,
Protecting, lifting them out of life's falls.
He gives his life to his family,
Devoted to them eternally.
He puts himself last of all,
Drawing strength from the God of All.
His nation is his next line of duty,
Followed by his wife, his supportive beauty.
His children are his next devotion,
His next focus is his vocation,
Leaving himself at the bottom of the pile,
But for his family he always has a smile.
He does it all for them, they are his life,
And for them he works his way, and faces strife.
He is their father, and always will be,
For now, through all life, and eternity.

Comment by Samuel Chapman on April 8, 2013 at 4:18am

Do many of you write poetry? I'm writing quite regularly at the moment but looking for guidance on how to improve.

Comment by Dallas the Phallus on November 4, 2012 at 9:20am

Thanks. I'll check those poems out later. 

Comment by Dallas the Phallus on November 4, 2012 at 9:00am

Not familiar with Herrick or Dickenson's black cake. What is it?

Comment by Dallas the Phallus on September 15, 2011 at 1:09pm

Nice.

Comment by Liam S. on September 15, 2011 at 1:04pm

Yes, an oldie.

Comment by Dallas the Phallus on September 15, 2011 at 12:57pm

Your own, Liam?

Comment by Liam S. on September 15, 2011 at 12:52pm

The Fly

impossibly quick

agile steps

the fly jumps

onto my plate

hungry feet searching

my dinner

immense

cordially inviting

sweet peas

are devoured

delicately, tiny

bites tasting

without my notice

sated and stalwart

adjusting his stance

to a more defensive

pose, should I turn

unfriendly, somersaulting

into the air, the acrobat

departs.

Comment by Eric Jobes on February 5, 2011 at 9:20pm

i am an avid horror fan and as such i write horror poems. WARNING: i have been told that this is a very graphic poem.

 

Killer's Nocturne

With macabre scenes of grizzly deaths
You alone take away the last breaths

Burning,stabbing,cutting,biting
Your methods are quite harrowing

You hold the unholy power over life and over death

You can set them free and bestow the breath of life
Or you can rip out their souls and cause eternal strife

With deceiving eyes and saccharine grin
You wait for their backs turn so your sacred massacre can begin

Stores of hardware,sporting goods,and convenience are the best
For you to stock up your torture chest

Terror explodes and makes people conflicted
About who is next to have your torture upon them inflicted

For the horrors you've done
Bring memories of atrocities from the minds of Nazi scientists and the land of the rising sun

Bloody curdling screams and gritty evisceration
Acid eaten flesh and jagged decapitation

After all the inhuman,unholy things you've done
Your punishment is banishment to the realm of the black sun

Comment by Danny E. Mason on December 15, 2010 at 12:50pm

I had a Friend when I was younger, I carred a lot about her. She would get real depressed and cut her wrists...Ended up in a Psych ward for a while. She is doing good now....This was about 20 some years ago. I wrote this then.

 

YOU NEEDED ME

You needed me and I was there.

To help you was my only care.

To get you well was my request.

But my emotions would not rest.

I slipped and let my feelings show.

You're alright now and I must go.

But when you need my love again.

You just call out for I'M your friend.

 

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