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Death and all his Friends

The night was starry and the village lights dim,
As I stared out the tinted windows,
As I passed by eerily silent farms and meadows.
I wished for these journeys to be more happening, but
Not in the way they were then starting.

The train suddenly jerked to a halt,
At a very small but significant spot.
I wanted to get down but used the bathroom first,
And that was when I heard a loud burst.
From what the noise came, is still unknown,
But it wasn't good, that was for sure.
Shrieks and cdes filled the atmosphere,
In a state of shock, I locked myself in there.
I looked through the tiny w"indow above,
ft was an act of sheer hatred, no love.
Gunshots fired and filled the air with smoke,
The air, heal,y with gunpowdeq made me choke.
I caught the eye of a dying man,
With his hand clutched to his heart,
And the eyes filled with both peace and worry.
The terrorists were nowhere to be seen,
But firing continued endlessly.
Soon the sounds ceased altogether,
An uneasy silence fell over the place,
Fear, - the oniy expression on my face.
In faint lights from the station,
Only bodies were Seen, without a motion.
I finally exited my little hiding,
Scared and numb from terrot.
The stop was dotted with travellers, all dead,
Aiming to go home or on a vacatron,
But nov/ all headed to heaven.
Travelling the same road,
Hopping on the trains with no load.
The luggage lay scattered, the station, _ deserted.
with this terrible picture in my mind,
Running down the road, I reached a motel.
And lay on the stone cold bed,
Those bloodstains and wounds running through my head.

Till today, those memories are as fresh as they were then,
And give me sleepless nights when I think of them.
My nightmares and my phobia of trains,
Are outcomes of that near death experience.
And tears Stream down my eyes,
As I think of all the innocents who died,
Without a proper goodbye.

A Little Girl Needs Daddy

A little girl needs Daddy
For many, many things:
Like holding her high off the ground
Where the sunlight sings!
Like being the deep music
That tells her all is right
When she awakens frantic with
The terrors of the night.

Like being the great mountain
That rises in her heart
And shows her how she might get home
When all else falls apart.

Like giving her the love
That is her sea and air,
So diving deep or soaring high
She'll always find him there.

Perhaps we'll never understand each other

Perhaps we'll never understand each other.
Loving doesn't mean that we agree.
If that were so, then I would say, why bother?
But there are things I know I'll never see.
I'm sure your heart knows what I don't yet know:
The pain of loving a reluctant son;
The anger, coming fast and building slow,
Of being helpless to control someone.
You want only that I grow up right,
But you know what right is, and I still don't.
I have to learn to wield my inner light,
And if I follow yours, well, then I won't.
I'm sorry for the anger in the air;
Though we fight, my love is always there.

The things you taught me

The things you taught me I will always know.
How could I not? The roots have sunk so deep:
All lessons of the heart that I will keep
No matter who I am or where I go.
Kids learn from what their parents are, and so
You are my book of life, the thoughts I reap;
Only in your arms I quiet sleep;
Under my words your voice sings soft and slow.
From you I learned the rules of right and wrong
Against which I at times had to rebel,
Though with regret I carry with me still.
How lucky I am to have been loved so well,
Even as I pushed against your will,
Relying on a father fair and strong

Your arms are my shelter...

Father's Day poem card showing the father is the shelter for his child

Father, My Hero

His face had this glow that lighted up the dark,
He had scars of hardship across his heart,
Every white hair on his scalp was an obstacle he overcame,
Difficult phases by the minute, yet he was still the same.
His charismatic personality never failed to impress,

The amount of determination pumping in his veins,
you couldn't make a guess;
He had his plan strategised and his morals straight,
His achievements were pure hard work, don't mistake it as fate.
He led a hard childhood, tougher than you can imagine,
What he has managed to achieve, I am yet to fathom.

when it came to helping others, he never thought tvice,
Distress may come and success may go, he took it all in his stride.
Throughout my chrldhood he never ceased to be my inspiration,
One thing I assure you, he was God's greatest creation.
He was a role model in every sense of the phrase,
His dreams were infinite, they were seldom left un-chased.

Once he decided to do something, never was it left unfinished,
Every desire of mine was fulfilled, I got more than I had wrshed.
He never let me down, never failed to make me smile,
He'd go out of his way to do anythtng for me, he'd walk that extra mile;
He wiped my tears when I cried, he sang to make me giggle,

He dreamt dreams of what he wanted me to be, since when I was very little.
For our more happiness, he walked over every bridge and through every narrow alley,
He taught me the true meaning of the word "family".
When all else fails, family's always there,
Family's something that he taught me, something that we shared.

People said things about him, but never did he let it affect him,
He believed it was all a part and parcel of life,
Everythrng that drowned him taught him how to swim
His love for me cannot be expressed in words, the kind of compassion in his heart was rare,
Through every journey and at every milestone, he never failed to be there.

He taught me to be happy always, when life was 100 percent perfect, or even when it was a zero,
I was blessed to have him, he was my superhero.
I can never express the love I have for him, in any language or magnitude,
As I look down memory lane, for him I couldn't express enough graritude.

He's given me all the love in the wodd, he's made me who I am today,
One thing to you I can vouch for, I'm going to make him proud of me someday.

Happy Father's Day

A Dad is a person
who is loving and kind,
And often he knows
what you have on your mind.
He's someone who listens,
suggests, and defends.
A dad can be one
of your very best friends!
He's proud of your triumphs,
but when things go wrong,
A dad can be patient
and helpful and strong
In all that you do,
a dad's love plays a part.
There's always a place for him
deep in your heart.
And each year that passes,
you're even more glad,
More grateful and proud
just to call him your dad!
Thank you, Dad...
for listening and caring,
for giving and sharing,
but, especially, for just being you!
Happy Father's Day.

Labor of Love

A ready made family was by chance
Inevitable
By our labor of love romance
A husband, a father, a friend
In this great life that has no end
'Tis but a journey; this circle of life
The joys of children and of wife
With stories told, you watched them play
From winters snow to summers day
With their coats and trousers hung on a hook
Their pockets bulging out fat at the seem
A marble, a comb, a map, a pocketbook
Shared treasures of a little boys dream
The shoes of a Father you do fill
Not for fame or fortune; Only your goodwill
With guidance and love they see all you do
The little child in themselves is in you too
As the hours, days, years go by
On your loving ways we do rely
In this great circle of life
A husband, a Father ,A friend
Our love for you knows no end.

By Julie Atwood

Fathers can be solitary mountains

Fathers can be solitary mountains,
All their love rock-like, steep, and strong.
Though warm and caring, somehow they belong
Halfway home to mothers' bubbling fountains.
Each of us needs love that knows no quarter,
Reminding us of bonds that cross a border,
Strengthening our sense of right and wrong

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Play With Me

© 1989 Warren Throckmorton

Theres a magic moment sent down from the sky.
Descending so stealthily, it almost passes me by.
It may be in the morning or the late afternoon,
Or sometime after midnight, when the cow jumps over the moon.

Come, play with me.
Your presence is requested at a banquet for a bear.
The giraffe and the tiger insist you be there.
Please, hurry daddy, the tea is getting cold.
And you are getting old.
Come stay with me, play with me, daddy, please. . .

She brightens me with sunshine twinkling from her eyes.
She captures me with silence and playful long good-byes.
Its see you later alligator, after while crocodile.
Watch my special cartwheel, lets be buddies for a while.

And come, play with me.
Your presence is requested at a banquet for a bear.
The giraffe and the tiger insist you be there.
Please, hurry daddy, the tea is getting cold.
And you are getting old.
Come stay with me, play with me, daddy, please. . .
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