… | Billy Antonio
father/son talk
a language deeper
than silence
father son poems
Meaningless Existence | Michael Andreas
i’m not sure what you were trying to accomplish
by not looking in those dark corners
they weren’t going to go away
things like that can’t be ignored into oblivion
instead you chose to live a shallow, meaningless existence
never getting close to anyone
surrounded by many unsuspecting people
all of whom would build up your unhealthy ego
the people who most matter kept at arm’s length
to eventually walk away
Father and Son Love Redux | G. S. Katz
Fathers and Sons: Love Redux
My dad wasn’t wordy
I can’t remember affection
He never told me he loved me
If he did, I don’t remember it
Strong silent type he was
I grew up quiet
Till I started to speak more
Then everyone wished I’d shut the hell up
My mom told me my dad loved us very much
I wanted to hear it from him
On my wedding day he said it
Collectively in a toast he pronounced his love grandly
I always wanted more from him
I wanted his knowledge, his craft
He’s gone 20 years now
I’m still trying ……
Reflections of the Man | Kenneth Vincent Walker
I was afraid of my father,
Though he never gave me
Any reason to be afraid.
I respected my father for the
Many sacrifices that he made.
I disobeyed my father and his
Love for me never swayed.
I buried my father who speaks
To me from beyond the grave.
I am my father in oh so many
Truly unconventional ways.
I see my father’s reflection in
The mirror each and every day
As he remains unchanged.
Poet’s Son | Carl “Papa” Palmer
The poem may have been about you,
though it didn’t mention you by name.
So the you could actually be any you.
And the me. I admit the me is me
or was me when I wrote the poem,
not necessarily the me I am today.
It’s just a poem about a poet’s son.
I have poems of a poet’s daughter,
wife, father, mother, sister, brother.
Poems of my grand boys, grand girls,
with hopes that someday I’ll write
poems of my great grandchildren, too.
My Father’s Wedding Ring | G. S. Katz
My dad and I had a complicated relationship
I’ve written of this before
About a year ago I found his wedding ring
To honor his memory I wore it for the past year
Then suddenly 2 nights ago took it off
Returned it gently to a metal box on my desk
I realized yesterday that I can’t wear that ring again
He was a quiet man who kept his entire life secret
I am a poet and an artist
Everything is out in the open
He was always moral
I’ve had issues with that
Wearing his ring was an honor
I can’t be him
I wouldn’t want to
I don’t think he’d want to be me
Flesh and blood
Even in death there is love and protest
A Better Person | Kenneth Eaton
I found out the hard way
That if I went against what he said
I would find myself fighting
A battle for my life, ostracized,
Belittled, slandered by someone
Who didn’t really care about me,
Only about preserving his own status,
Keeping the secret hidden about
How he really is, and doing anything
To make sure everyone sides with him
And nobody ever knows the truth.
So I find myself shunned but
Grateful that I finally get to live
My own life, away from
All that horribleness,
Choosing my own path and
Who I spend time with,
Not doing the things he does,
Being a better person than
He wants me to be.