Marian

Marian Aug 2014

It's hard to be a daddy
And mend children's broken toys
It's hard to be a daddy
When everyone looks up to you
Everyone's depending on you
Expecting you to be perfect
In everything you do
It's hard to be a daddy
You try to bottle up your emotions
Stop your tears, shed your fears
It can be so frustrating
It can try your patience
It's never easy to be a daddy
And set an example
For your child/children
It's so hard to be daddy
But daddies are kind and loving
With gentle hearts
Strong, loving hands
Teasing, happy eyes
Tight hugs and tender kisses
It's hard to be a daddy
And that's why daddies are special
That's why daddies are blessings
I love my daddy!

*~Marian~

Written for my daddy, Timothy
And all daddies in the world!!! ~~~~<3
Please enjoy!!! ~~~<3 :)

Aug 2014

Oscar Wilde

Desespoir

The seasons send their ruin as they go,
For in the spring the narciss shows its head
Nor withers till the rose has flamed to red,
And in the autumn purple violets blow,
And the slim crocus stirs the winter snow;
Wherefore yon leafless trees will bloom again
And this grey land grow green with summer rain
And send up cowslips for some boy to mow.

But what of life whose bitter hungry sea
Flows at our heels, and gloom of sunless night
Covers the days which never more return?
Ambition, love and all the thoughts that burn
We lose too soon, and only find delight
In withered husks of some dead memory.

Aug 2014

Aeya Jean Johnson

Wain

Are you going to the Scarborough Fair?
Drowning in mists of gardens unfair,
No I'm not going to Scarborough Fair.
You may ne'er return from there,
So cross the hatch on Scarborough Fair.

Wain: Farm wagon

Aug 2014

Remington Charles King

An Irish Poem (Blessing)

I ask for a blessing upon thee,
From the Highest of Authorities.
May the Dear Lord calm thy mind,
When thou art anxious and need to find,
A calming word or a place to rest
And may thee always be a welcome guest
At the house of God and of His kin,
And may against thine trials thou always win.

First attempt at writing in this style, so I must ask for a little grace. Okay, maybe a lot.

Aug 2014

Lani Foronda

"Seashells"

If I listen carefully,
I can hear the lapping of the ocean tide.
The splish
splash
of skipping rocks.

If I close my eyes,
I can feel the sun again.
The warmth my hands held
For those few seconds.

If I stop for a moment,
I can still find traces of those stolen moments.
Of that sweet summer
Trailing in the October breeze.

October 27, 2012

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