Carved utilitarian shape, varnished with age,
worn, brown wooden spool once a tree, living,
now reduced to only inches - three.
Red fibers wrapped tightly ‘round,
and, in the wrapping to keep together,
both lights and shadows appear,
as fiber twists against fiber to give strength
yielding a texture of roughness
that belies the silky threads.
As they attempt to unravel themselves,
unbound, the thick fibers soften and flow
off the spool in a pool of crimson,
with more than a trace of blue.
Amy picks up the ancient spool of thread
given to her by her mother.
It had once been her grandmother’s, too -
a lifeline connecting them all,
stitching past to present to future.
With mother and grandmother gone,
it’s all she has to do the job of mending
the shirt her husband wants to wear.
Deftly, she pulls the fiber through
the needle’s eye and begins to stitch.
She notices that, unlike her marriage,
the color is a perfect match
and she sews to mend her tattered life.
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Posted: Mar 2010
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Daddy, you are a figure for your chilldren
when i saw you i was up sad
i can not see you as a father
surely daddy, you're not ready for a father
mom, you teach us love
when you were spesking for us
its so hard to find love on your words
So tell me mom, how can i love them?
Daddy, mom...
I love you more than everything..
A love that you show me
will make it better
daddy, pray for us
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
Mom % daddy
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a famous warrior wanted to make a fun of master oshiba,
he asked:
honourable master,give me a good reason to spare your life !
master oshiba replied :
have you the power to keep your mind still,just a second ?
the warrior took his sword and killed himself.
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
thanx for your visit master oshiba...
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Warning! warning! black hole approaching
A black hole as everyone knows
Sucks in matter as it approaches
Matters not if it's steak or chops
Food of any description it swallows
Warning! warning! black hole approaching
My teenage son is home
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
I can't believe how much a seventeen year old can eat
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two guys met way back and comprise
a duet of two, fondly able to show
true affection for other as a twin
these guys as you might surmise
are lifetime friends though
Younger's thick and Elder's thin
since Younger's days of undersize
Elder's maintained the status quo
that they weren't related kin
they sat for years as happy guys
on park bench, no desire to know
if their covering was familial skin
Younger seemed to scrutinize
his Elder from head to toe
to glimpse a deeper truth within
Elder's mind then thought it wise
for Younger's future peace, you know
to search old truth, their times begin
test the DNA facts that underlies
a connection beyond any John Doe
himself and Younger related within
result comes back the test supplies
that they're difference can forgo
no familial connection there had been
biologically different too often belies
the bonds that they themselves bestow
to each other as family though not kin
so they found themselves in the guise
of family unrelated, still family apropos
as blood or not, their faces all agrin
© Goode Guy 2011-07-26
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Posted: Aug 2011
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Author: Unknown
Working here in my nine millionth job
I come closer to understanding it all
Walking through town today,
I see men I used to know
They belong here
I don’t
I have no mortgage, no kids
They have
Maybe I have balls, maybe I don’t
This time next year I’ll know
As Christmas approaches I say
next year’s gonna be my year
like all the others that weren’t
I leave behind the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known
With little more than survival money
and the wreck of a tragic split,
I bring regret and a kind of freedom
to new people
Domestica is a soul sucking poison
You’re cut out for it or you’re not
If you’re not, get out
Someone more suited to the job
will fill your shoes
in a heartbeat
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Posted: Jan 2010
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Just hours ago I got an unpleasant call
My sister's voice sounding rather raw.
"Have you heard from Mom today? "No" I replied,
Try as she did - not to, she broke and cried.
"Dad's been in a wreck.....but he's alive!"
"Don't you worry now,.... he did survive!"
The details began to pour out like soured cream
A sudden surreal moment that seemed like a dream.
A sudden stop of traffic brought him to a halt!
A situation for which he was certainly not at fault!
From behind, a 'Big Rig' - with no time to respond
twas on top of his rig like water on a pond!
Returning from Colorado with my cousin on board,
Pick-up filled with cousin's possessions restored.
Hauling a trailer of my cousin's, carrying his boat,
Just hoping for another chance to put it afloat.
After today's events of nearly losing their lives,
They're both blessed now to be home with their wives!
The boat and the trailer - pulverized! A pile of scrap!
The bed of my dad's truck - now as flat as cow crap!
Had it not been for the trailer loaded with the boat,
and all of cousin's 'stuff' stacked like cattails in a mote,
That Big 18 Wheeler would have done more damage still
like a carnivorous animal looking for it's prey to kill.
But, as the Good Lord above looked down on the pair.
Twas His good pleasure for their lives to spare.
Their lives were saved today by a most unusual cushion,
a trailer, with a boat stopped DEATH from it's pushin!
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Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
I wanted somehow to share with the poets corner the events of this tragic news - poetically, while attempting to make sense of it and also to give God the glory for sparing the lives of my Dad, my cousin and a young 10 year old girl that suffered life threatening injuries from the impact of my Dad's P/U - after it was thrust violently forward into the rear of her families vehicle.
That Semi was said to be traveling at 65 M.P.H. when it slammed full force into my Dad's 'stopped' rig! 6 civilian vehicles were involved in that wreck! - No one died!!
That's what I call "AMAZING GRACE!"
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The little boy looked to his father,
"Daddy - what are these things for?"
"Those belong to your big brother,
now go put them behind his door!"
The little boy came again to his Daddy,
"So then where did these come from?"
"Now son, just be a good little laddie,
and go put those back on his drum!"
Face fully fallen, in obedience he's gone,
feet dragging through his fallen tears.
A silent whisper... "I wish I had mom!",
"cause mom, my questions always hears!"
Later that day after a few hours of play,
he came to his Daddy's knees again.
"Daddy, there's something I need you to say,
that mom used to say that made me grin."
"What was that from your mother you heard,
that you once again long to hear right now?"
Are you talking about any particular word,
or 'words' that I should say - and just how?"
The little boy didn't know just how to reply,
as grown up language for him was complex.
He just knew that his heart wanted to cry,
and his mothers words always make it relax.
He pondered his father's question with pain,
as he was searching for only a word or two.
And suddenly he looked at his daddy again,
"I know!" - "I need to hear "Son, I love you!"
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Posted: Jun 2011
About this poem:
Just thinking of the tenderness of a child's heart and how something so small to us, can be so BIG for them. Parents... don't miss the chance to tell your children how much you love them!
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you are the glint in my eye
you are the sinew in my arm
the very DNA in my cells
you are my offering of time
father, your actual bones bore
me through childish dreams
and youthful ranting angers
to find as i pulled away
as far as i could be myself
that circles go 'round to find
myself back at my beginning
there with your corny jokes
and light admonitions to me
to be a man, not unfeeling,
but gently strong, happily
human as you were in yours
my half-life or half-my-life
is owed to all of you
given as your progeny
my own, my founder, my father
© agoodguy2have 2011-06-18
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Posted: Jun 2011
About this poem:
for father James M.
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Author: Unknown
Do you want to know a secret?
Aloud I know dare not say
But I have to tell someone
Or I think I’ll go insane
It’s not so much a secret
It something that I know
Not that it is hidden
It’s right out there on show
It’s something that started with
A smile form someone new
My cold heart started beating
And deep inside it grew
She warms it with her love
She is sent from up above
She is my little angel
My baby girl I love
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Posted: Jun 2011
About this poem:
long long ago about my first born
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