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Tap Head Jun 2017
When they are born
it's hard to know
what your children will grow
up to become

The sad fact
for some parents;
their children will grow up to be ****.

Nasty little cowards
who swan around
a tiny town
and pretend to be Ronnie Cray.

Perverted ****** predators
who creep around the beach
on a beautiful hot sunny day.

******* little waste men - waste of *****
who think they run the place
then throw pathetic insults
when you stand up to their face.

They might be from a broken home,
I do try to see the best
But their father would have done us a favor
if he came on their mum's chest.

So when I become a father,
I don't want a rude little runt.
I hope that it's happy, hope that it's healthy
and I hope that my kid's not a ****.
Excuse the bad language. I had an altercation with a guy about his behavior, I wonder if he wrote a poem about it...
your touch
your love
the laughter
we share
feels safe
Poem inspired by the love for my daughter.
Blossom Jan 2017
I will not take a bite,
Unless all buffalo can sing!
I wont nibble a piece,
Unless I meet a spoon named Ching!
I refuse to eat this stuff
Unless you fly me to the moon,
In a black and silver limo
Before the clock strikes noon!
Unless you preform the impossible
Though I would't hold my breathe...
I will not eat these veggies,
I would rather starve to death!!!
my kiddos right now are in this phase of life
:/ no veggies allowed zone
NOT my actual children but siblings
my heart
grows more
each day
because of
your love
Arcassin B Aug 2016
By Arcassin Burnham

Filling out all of my vices in a box that I could never escape from,
My life is like an ant getting stepped on crying buffalo tears,
I've lost so much already in this world cringing from my knees to my thumbs,
Putting up with your **** and sad excuses is actually the real nightmare,
Don't beat yourself up too much when I'm gone and when your funeral has passed and went,
Even in death I'll be the mistake you created to provoke you to not care as much as you do now,
I'll never be like you and choose favorites,
I'll never be like you and just taught,
I'll never be like you , I'll never be like you and get off by locking your kid away,
My parent skills won't be subdued,
Telling people that you've done what you possible could do,
But he's a lost cause,
A lost cause with talent and lyrical spiritual voodoo to earn himself an award one day,
But you don't see that,
You didn't have that,
So ridicule me,
I'll never do that to any of my kids,
As a matter of fact I'll get everything on their wish list,
You'll never see them grow up to tell how great daddy is..
©ABPoetry2016

http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/08/dear-mom-pt1.html
my heart
bursts with
joy when
I hold
you tight
Poem for my daughter.
everything becomes
clear
when I hold you
in
my arms
A poem for my daughter.
Alternate version:

everything comes
into
clear focus
when I hold you
in
my arms
little moments of joy
fill my day
with you near
Grateful for my daughter and being able to share life with her.
my heart crumbles
as I walk away
with you crying in your mother's arms
with tears streaming down your face
reaching out to me
First time my daughter cried during our seperation when I had to go. A change in our routine today, I saw her briefly on a day I usually don't see her, but still, it was really hard.
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