#irishpoet
The father you know
Is a construct made up from
Odd parts
Like some Frankenstein's monster
Put together by you
From things you heard
And impressions you have
Based on his actions
His intentions you knew nothing of
Nor of the sorrows
He felt over the decisions he made
And how they were not always his
To make
But were often the results of
Consequences out of his control
You will see over time
How he mourned for you
And how the father you know
Is nothing like the person
He really is
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 7:05 AM UTC
Eat not my Brother
For though his skin is darker than mine
His tears are no less salty
Nor is his laughter less sweet
Eat not my brother
Treat him not unlike a man
For though we are not alike on the outside
Humanity is not only skin deep
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 11:01 AM UTC
I take deep breaths
And plan a ******
To **** the bird that flew
Over the crow's nest
On a summer night
I feel the warmth
Of the day not yet done
The sound of laughter
Is all around me
This is cool- I say
I find myself lying on a surgery table
Holding an apple in my hand
I throw it against the floor
And landing there
It bursts into a million
Children of my mind
Spreading into every
Country on the planet
I am the new master
As my children grow and grow
Still in rags I speak
And throw my thoughts into a bin
Their work is finished you see
Still the sound of laughter
Carries on around me
Living is easy
With your head
In the clouds
I saw- and still I hear
The giggles and noises
Of delightful romances being
Born
These should be mine
But they are not mine
Such things are little more than
Mist or whispers
Promises not yet realised
My children sympathise
And bringing me a woman
To sit with me in the tall grass
Together we shall
Plan a life instead
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 8:32 AM UTC