dear daddy
DopeBeastie
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oh, dear daddy, please come back
little green needs a new
backpack aside from that,
and perhaps, what's more
there's an outfit I want for
$354 so dad, if you're "there"
and dad, if you care, save me
from scratches caught hiking
the rim. come back. it suits
me. like GoLite in cloud
i'll
be your best friend?
tee heeeeeee
little green needs a new
backpack aside from that,
and perhaps, what's more
there's an outfit I want for
$354 so dad, if you're "there"
and dad, if you care, save me
from scratches caught hiking
the rim. come back. it suits
me. like GoLite in cloud
i'll
be your best friend?
tee heeeeeee
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You too?
Must be an illness going around.
No, I am moved by the address, in the poem, to an soul maybe passed but never past. This is a beautiful poem.
Hmm...okay.
Well, I think you know more about poetry than I'll ever learn, so I guess I missed the point of this thread entirely. :(
It's true. Can I use the word True? I feel it.
Thank you Rachel for this poem.
I needed to hear that, too. That, the writer can't control the meaning. I remember you and I having discussions about this long ago. And you've never been more consise in explaining this phenomenon.
I'm touched by both replies, here. Thank you both so much.
(ps.. Dad is alive and well within... I just can't tap out his credit cards anymore lol
thanks ms r from nm.
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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oh gosh, it is a blue-green day on the inside over here... and i was keeping it in just fine. all the "nothing gold's can stay" and stuff... now, who's messing with who?
my dad and mom split up when i was three. mom moved us all to california and dad moved to florida. i saw him for a month, every other summer, til I was old enough to move out of my mom's and into my dad's. i left and went off to school two years later. my dad had a heart attack when my mom left new jersey in '78... and had something that killed him when i left again, in '95. wrote a song or two, and a poem or three about him. and i've never really been "wrecked" over his passing on. i know he loved me as hard as anyone can love anyone ~ and he admired the f*ck outta me, too. always beaming at my cognition and my ability to suck it up and move forward. and that's all that matters. he respected me. now, however... and this really is the interesting part (for me)... now I am, for perhaps the very first time in my entire life... without no daddy. i have a few older men in my life that i respect, but I'm too old (and too close to these guys, in age) to let it be like that. I ain't got no man at home, either. Nothing... no one. Makes me squirmy when I think of it like that. They say, "you get what you need", right? Guess we're at the end of that age, lol.... right.
oh gosh, it is a blue-green day on the inside over here... and i was keeping it in just fine. all the "nothing gold's can stay" and stuff... now, who's messing with who?
my dad and mom split up when i was three. mom moved us all to california and dad moved to florida. i saw him for a month, every other summer, til I was old enough to move out of my mom's and into my dad's. i left and went off to school two years later. my dad had a heart attack when my mom left new jersey in '78... and had something that killed him when i left again, in '95. wrote a song or two, and a poem or three about him. and i've never really been "wrecked" over his passing on. i know he loved me as hard as anyone can love anyone ~ and he admired the f*ck outta me, too. always beaming at my cognition and my ability to suck it up and move forward. and that's all that matters. he respected me. now, however... and this really is the interesting part (for me)... now I am, for perhaps the very first time in my entire life... without no daddy. i have a few older men in my life that i respect, but I'm too old (and too close to these guys, in age) to let it be like that. I ain't got no man at home, either. Nothing... no one. Makes me squirmy when I think of it like that. They say, "you get what you need", right? Guess we're at the end of that age, lol.... right.
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