"pappas" poems - Hello Poetry

so here I sit alone in our apartment while he is in his childhood town, cleaning out his dads cleaning out the drunken chaos and the remains of a life and tries to air out the smell of death he is forced to clean out the remains of a periodic alcoholic's liqour soaked period which ended in the definite end of it all i'm stuck at work while he is forced to run to the funeral agency, the bank and an apartment whose walls could tell a story that would make the ancient greeks' tragedies fade in comparison he is forced to clean up after his absent dads' death, a dad who was never there, whose resumé not only includes the leaving of a son, but also the leaving of life, all this while i'm looking for washing machines online // så här sitter jag ensam i vår lägenhet, medan han är i barndomsstaden och rensar ur sin pappas städar bort fyllekaoset och resterna av ett liv och försöker vädra ut lukten av död han tvingas städa bort resterna av en periodares alkohol-indränkta period som slutade i det slutliga slutet på allt jag är fast på jobbet när han tvingas springa till begravningsbyrån, banken och en lägenhet vars väggar skulle kunna berätta en historia som skulle få de gamla grekernas tragedier att blekna i jämförelse han tvingas städa upp efter sin frånvarande pappas död, en pappa som aldrig var där, vars cv inte bara innefattar ett lämnande av en son, utan också lämnandet av ett liv medans jag letar tvättmaskiner på nätet

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Aug 5, 2013

Aug 5, 2013 at 12:32 PM UTC

josephine-lnd

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so here I sit alone in our apartment while he is in his childhood town, cleaning out his dads cleaning out the drunken chaos and the remains of a life and tries to air out the smell of death he is forced to clean out the remains of a periodic alcoholic's liqour soaked period which ended in the definite end of it all i'm stuck at work while he is forced to run to the funeral agency, the bank and an apartment whose walls could tell a story that would make the ancient greeks' tragedies fade in comparison he is forced to clean up after his absent dads' death, a dad who was never there, whose resumé not only includes the leaving of a son, but also the leaving of life, all this while i'm looking for washing machines online // så här sitter jag ensam i vår lägenhet, medan han är i barndomsstaden och rensar ur sin pappas städar bort fyllekaoset och resterna av ett liv och försöker vädra ut lukten av död han tvingas städa bort resterna av en periodares alkohol-indränkta period som slutade i det slutliga slutet på allt jag är fast på jobbet när han tvingas springa till begravningsbyrån, banken och en lägenhet vars väggar skulle kunna berätta en historia som skulle få de gamla grekernas tragedier att blekna i jämförelse han tvingas städa upp efter sin frånvarande pappas död, en pappa som aldrig var där, vars cv inte bara innefattar ett lämnande av en son, utan också lämnandet av ett liv medans jag letar tvättmaskiner på nätet

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This is an ode to strangers, As past my gaze you ranges, Do you all have happier lives? Or is that advertising jive? No human is perfect, I guess, Of has a perfect life, no less, Anyone can make a mistake, confess! Pappas don't preach, I suggest, Men just don't understand, be blessed!

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Jan 22, 2017

Jan 22, 2017 at 6:33 PM UTC

julie-grenness

ODE TO STRANGERS!

This is an ode to strangers, As past my gaze you ranges, Do you all have happier lives? Or is that advertising jive? No human is perfect, I guess, Of has a perfect life, no less, Anyone can make a mistake, confess! Pappas don't preach, I suggest, Men just don't understand, be blessed!

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Lesson number one begins How naughty girls must sin And throw the blessed towel In the bin Now I ain't saying It's all good But baby if you could Buy a smile a false heart Maybe take his merc That's a start Dry him out and don't you cry Pappas got you some bling this time Sparkling glass upon your hands Now hurry up this devils got plans I'll give you everything you want Money riches the whole lot And all I ask for in return Is your shallow worthless Life that's spurned All the things good girls Learned

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Jan 8, 2016

Jan 8, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC

Mooncatcher

Greedy Fool

Lesson number one begins How naughty girls must sin And throw the blessed towel In the bin Now I ain't saying It's all good But baby if you could Buy a smile a false heart Maybe take his merc That's a start Dry him out and don't you cry Pappas got you some bling this time Sparkling glass upon your hands Now hurry up this devils got plans I'll give you everything you want Money riches the whole lot And all I ask for in return Is your shallow worthless Life that's spurned All the things good girls Learned

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Its all gone wrong major tom Boomers singing never gonna give you up Baby Just another day tucked in bed Paradise can wait Mummas teaching a course in free thinking she won't be in till after ten Pappas off perming mullets all weekend he's a successful business man Questionable fashion and a lack of common sense Less said about this decade the better

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Feb 3, 2018

Feb 3, 2018 at 4:20 PM UTC

ZingamA

Eighties

Its all gone wrong major tom Boomers singing never gonna give you up Baby Just another day tucked in bed Paradise can wait Mummas teaching a course in free thinking she won't be in till after ten Pappas off perming mullets all weekend he's a successful business man Questionable fashion and a lack of common sense Less said about this decade the better

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Beers had with laughter Bondings had with hugs and tears Life-long memories

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Nov 3, 2019

Nov 3, 2019 at 1:30 AM UTC

GarbagePepper

The Mommas And The Pappas

Beers had with laughter Bondings had with hugs and tears Life-long memories

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