Last Commented Family Poems (502)

justmejohn doing the best i can to make dreams fall down like rain like a message sent in a bottle just for me justmejohn doing it all just to make me happy iv made so many happy it is time to make me happy

-And you said,
"What if he's deceased?
At least you'll know."
Rushing off to work.

My mind
flashed a full scene
of southern sunlight
on my face.
You shut the front door,

and

I sat in front of a tombstone.
Maybe in Kentucky.
Not reading a name,
or anything ingraved.
Just thinking of what I might say
to my father.

Neutral thoughts
shake bitterness
from an unshaken hand;
and I peer into a tombstone,
same as I might peer
into the void of someone's eyes.

"All my life I've seen you in the mirror.
Never, have I seen your face.
do you know what one picture
could have done,
for one man-
Your son!"

you see me
when the fairies hum
drunk on dew and song
you hear me
when moonbeams play
spider's drum night long
you feel me
when trees can't resist
to dance on bare feet
- that is,
if you still
have not forgotten
the elvenfolks among us

as a husband and a father i will be waiting for that time you see when it is just you and me this is our plan this is our placethis is the life i seek

It was not only once, it will go this way,
In our fight, which is deaf and destroying:
As it happened before, you rebuffed me today –
To return, like a slave, by the morning.

Therefore, don’t be stressed, my inimical friend,
My friend - enemy, caught by black laces,
If the moans of love will be moans of pain
And the kisses will leave bloody traces.

Nikolai Gumilev

I know you loved him. I loved him too.
He was my daddy before he had you.
He left me all alone and I went on.
And soon memory of him was gone.
At one time I made him up.
In my mind to be what I wanted him to be.
Just to fill the empty spot,
That seemed to live within me.
I grew up. And he came around.
Like a fleeting ghost running thru a ghost town.
One moment he was here the next gone.
I guess he went back to you, back to his home.
Years went by and life went on.
Like a whirl wind that moves so fast it sings a song.
The hospital said got your father here.
I brought him home back to me.
No one come they just let him be.
We had the time to mend our hearts.
To find the love we shared from the start.
You ask me if I resented you.
The times you had with him.
I wondered where you were.
When it all came to an end.
As you write to me of your love my friend.
I must sadly tell you there is nothing of his that is mine.
Tho he left it all to me for my time.
I could never take a penny for being there.
I gave it all to my sister.
Aint life unfair.

A center piece for my dining room table

I want it elegant and new

Strong and sturdy like all the blacks that the slave masters knew

I need it unique and beautiful as the creatures that God created from dust to a new

I need a center piece for my dining room

I’m speaking of the sunset beauty and the mix races from now back into the days

And all the religious customs truss to amaze

I am speaking of music that moves the heart and art that transforms the soul

None the less I’m telling you of my dining room piece that

United and caused all sorts of aroma to turn in to nose art

it is one of kind

A gem, a goddess, a sculpture

Like the thighs and hips of a woman, like the curves to her stomach where lies the womb that carries and secures life, to the breast the feeds and nourishes not only for the young but for the older lover too

I’m speaking of a center piece that beautifies you and me

I need that type of elegance up in my living room

With the strength of man

Creating a new.

here we are new place new people new start i am new yet i am old have i been this house seems different this is not me what is this will i adapt to a new life a new family new road to go down is a dream maby its just time for a change

My girls,
my girls,
my wonderful girls.
One with straight hair,
the other with slight curls.

Ones calm,
sweet,
and polite.
The other's a whirlwind on her feet.
Who's always stirring up a fight.

Dresses,
makeup,
and proper ediquite.
As oppose to
jeans,
sports,
and a fire cracker that just got lit.

My girls are so different.
But in one way they're the same.
Although they don't act alike,
They both drive me insane.

Thoughts of poverty like a cloud hanging over me
My children with their needs for survival growing; questioning my mastery
As continuing setbacks in life have my fortunes down on the canvas for the count of nine
Another adult in the household becomes my daily business to find.


My message of hope places a few basic requirements on the table
Lokking for dollar signs from a select few who consider themselves able
A few meetings develop for candidates attracted to my rescue plan
A standard level of chivalry expected from the charismatic to the obviously boring and bland.


I settle upon one while expressing sincere thanks to the rest
Choosing a middle of the road applicant instead of the best
Living day to day like many others part of a national trend
If my satisfaction is not complete I'll just have to start looking again.