We are the children of madmen
     with voices
    louder than bombs
We are the dreamers of tomorrow
  with a love more
    blinding than hate
We are brother and sister of lunacy
   with kindness in our blood
     instead of prejudice
And we are here to make fear tremble
And we are here to end corruption
And we are here to protect
  the rights of all from those
    who seek to take equality away
From the poor and the hunger
  and the homeless and the lost
    and the innocent and the abused
     and our brothers and sisters
      and mothers and fathers of
        all colors and nations
         and of every orientation
We are here for the our
  endangered earth
    and oceans and seas
     and rivers and streams
      and mountains and soil
       and the dying close to extinction
        and for science and reason
We are here to pursue the right
  to the freedoms of happiness
   and creative expression
     and intellectual conversation
      and to love and be loved
       by any and all brave enough
        to have a gentle heart
         with an unfaltering beat
           and courageous pulse
Against the Ignorance of presidential pigs
  and politicians of swine
   and the whorish hogs of war
    and those that feed at the trough
     of profit from the death of innocence
And we are here today to take back
  our tomorrows and our lives
   and our bodies and our hearts
    and our will and our power
And we will roar with our voices
   with the light of love
    and words of kindness
      louder than your bombs

Fathers don't always show their feelings, they're not

As demonstrative and warm as most mothers are...yet,

Their love goes silently beyond immeasurable...it's admirable

How they hold their weak moments, without a tear falling...they're

Esteemed...admired...like a statesman of enduring greatness

Rapidly, silently perceiving the needs of their children, their family......always

S-elfless! To fathers, family is a priority!

::::::

He is made of  concrete,
******...always replete
with pebbles of love...and warmth
yet, soft as satin...in his home, he is the hearth,
the wall...his family...the fire burning in his heart:::



Sally

Copyright June 17, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

I would've given birth
To you,
Endured whatever
Mothers do.
Instead, I did
What Dads do.

I rocked you
Til my future shook;
Watched you til
I couldn't look.
As you changed,
I changed too,
To do the things
That Dads do.

You were bathed,
Dressed and fed;
I loved you so much
I was saved.

If there's credit,
Well, I get it,
For teaching you to read.
I took the blame
When you got bored
With school's ABC's.

I followed you
In all your roles,
Your teams,
Your solos,
Your trips,
Your shows.
First to clap,
Last to sit;
I taped it all,
From start -
To finish.

I taught you
How to tie a lace,
Ride a bike,
Golf and skate.
When time arrived
For you to drive,
You learned
On standard,
Never stranded,
You came home alive.

Your highs
I took in stride,
By example taught
Humility's pride.
Your lows,
I couldn't internalize,
I dropped my guard
With my eyes.

When Dad's do well
It's a double edge,
The future wedge.
The world
Revealed
Desired you too.
I don't dismiss
What mothers do,
But when Dads do well,
Both lose you.

Maggie's getting married,
All is much too harried;
But the dress is on,
The veil undrawn
Untill all words are spoken:
A vow, a pledge a promise made
To love and cherish all her days,
To love and cherish all his days,
From these chiming bells
To eternity's knells
Before friends and families.
But most importantly,
After the debris is clear,
To one another they will be
Loyal and true in fidelity,
And, by their own decree,
One in matrimony.

John and Tuesday slipped away,
I remember well the day.
Working in the garden,
Just a few corners away,
That Tuesday.
I was planting, turning spades,
Adding compost to gaunt soil.
John wasn't in my thoughts Tuesday.
Not like today.

The garden thrives.
The splash of water
Transports memory's eye.
We sit outside The Trout,
He reads to Paul and I,
Below an Oxford sky,
Under cap and pint:
*Think where man's glory
Most begins and ends,
And say my glory was
I had such friends.

http://hellopoetry.com/poems/daily/

and a bell in its place
to some, no doubt,
a disgrace

it was to me, i must admit
but new light shines
in place of it

our front page is new,
brighter than ever
and now made by you

trending was all the rage
but (we all knew it) the algorithm
couldn't hold the stage

so now he'll do his part
to get your poem out in front
but that's just the start

next it's up to the community,
a repost, a heart or a plucky thumb
dare I say, it's up to you and me