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His hand twisted the two wires,           and the engine wondrously fired. I yelled and cried when I broke my arm           he easily wrapped it without alarm. Sorry son, I can’t come to your game,           the overtime list had my name. Boy, there’s gonna be a delay,           my big project is due today. Your dad went out of town to speak,           can’t play pitch and catch this week. He picked up the phone and he heard me say:           “Daddy, the cops wanna take me away.” Tonight your dad’ll deposit his check           then we can fix the car you wrecked.                               --------------- Thank you Daddy for all you’ve done “Don’t thank me, your mama raised you, son.“ I regularly tear up with both sadness and joy               seeing a daddy squatting, listening to his boy. Father-son ties mix long lows and splendid highs. Yes, there are tears and yearning for more than his earnings. But now I see how my dad’s hand protected and provided, how he taught me to take a stand, and showed me how to be a man.
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Jun 19, 2022
Jun 19, 2022 at 10:54 PM UTC
A Hand Up
Women who are barely making it Hooking for money to provide for their three children Women who are stripping To make ends meet I can't even imagine how low they feel But they're human to me I wish they'd have it easier That's all i have to say to that I'd get their attention They do not need to reward me No, not like that They just need to take the money and run I'm doing you a favor I'm not doing this to get something out of it I'm doing it so you and your kids have something to eat tonight.
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May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 4:36 AM UTC
Three Children
Green crooked straws ******* water from the ground Supplying the leaves The thorns The petals Helpful and delicate The thorns Taking Not supplying Anything But blood No beauty Just pain The petals The flower Beautiful Colorful Fragrant The reason for the stem For the thorns The thorns protect The stem provides The flower blooms Then the flower dies The thorns once again Useless The stem Preserving Until the thorn’s time Comes again
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Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 2:47 PM UTC
Thorns and Stems
Across my eyes Black, sometimes red Through the phone lines           Empty, words unsaid Powdered on glass aligned     Exciting I find Into my home Provide.
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Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 10:11 AM UTC
re-lined