Father Poems
How Polly Paid For Her Keep
by Barcroft Henry Tho Boake
Do I know Polly Brown? Do I know her? Why,
damme,
You might as well ask if I know my own name?
It's a wonder you never heard tell of old Sammy,
Her father, my mate in the Crackenback claim.
He asks if I know little Poll! Why, I nursed her
As often, I reckon as old Mother Brown
When they lived at the “Flats,” and old Sam
went a burster
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The Sycamores
by John Greenleaf Whittier
In the outskirts of the village
On the river's winding shores
Stand the Occidental plane-trees,
Stand the ancient sycamores.
One long century hath been numbered,
And another half-way told
Since the rustic Irish gleeman
Broke for them the virgin mould.
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Epistle To Dr. Arbuthnot
by Alexander Pope
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said,
Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead.
The dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt,
All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out:
Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand,
They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
What walls can guard me, or what shades can hide?
They pierce my thickets, through my grot they glide;
By land, by water, they renew the charge;
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Apparent
by Brady Stewart
I was there when they found him
Alive, barely inching across the concrete
he needed to go
Yes
He needed to go.
He needed a fact functioning friend
To dismiss, allieve,
Align with the lust for damnation.
To damn your dearest creation
However
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The Morning That Death Was Killed
by Steve Turner
I woke in a place that was dark
The air was spicy and still
I was bandaged from head to foot
The morning that death was killed.
I rose from a mattress of stone
I folded my clothes on the sill
I heard the door rolling open
The morning that death was killed.
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The maker of man
by Aldo Kraas
The maker of man
Is my father
He made us
We are his children
And we can say that he love us
Very much
There is a light that shines inside of us
Let's think only about ourselves
We don't need any people that
Are negative in our lives
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Mas que nada
by Aldo Kraas
Mas que nada
I just want to live
My life for God
God is my Father people
Please people
Don't put ideas on my head
That I am doing a bad thing
Living For God
People I want to make my Father happy
And that is what he is expecting from me
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Angel of Death
by Ghairo Daniels
ANGEL OF DEATH
He went to check
up on the cat
tripped over a
crooked vine table
tried to get up
smashed its circular
glass in half
moon shapes
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Papa's Little Girl
by Aditi Hayaran
Sprinting in the rainfall,
Here and there,
The childish me I hid somewhere.
Getting drenched as thunder rumbles,
Living carelessly because
I have someone to stable me when my foot fumbles.
Your hand in mine,
A lovely hold.
The bond we share
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Blues and Greens
by C Duggan
The sun falls,
And night begins,
Blue irises enthrall,
The eyes of my kin.
I never shared that ocean,
I was always miles behind,
always reachin',
never could unwind.
My eyes of grass,
On a summer's day,
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James Macpherson (26 poems about Father)
27 October 1736 – 17 February 1796 / Ruthven, Kingussie, Badenoch, Inverness-Shire, Scotland -
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John Bunyan (10 poems about Father)
28 November 1628 – 31 August 1688 / Elstow, Bedfordshire, England. -
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