The Ghost in my Car

I sometimes find my Dad sitting next to me in my car

Not exactly him but some likeness, a ghost from afar.

I can’t exactly see him clear

But either way it’s nice to have him near

I’ll tell him stuff about my life

And he nods and makes positive sounds

I can’t exactly hear him

But either way it’s nice to have him around

I glance...

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Thank you Dad.

Thank you for your deep deep love.

For always making me feel so special and loved.

For teaching me to pass on that love to my own children.

I could not have felt more loved.

Thank you Dad.

Thank you for sharing with me your love of music and poetry.

For reading to me at bedtime and encouraging my love of books.

For instilling in me the love of words and ...

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you have to watch it in here

old blokes get up to all sorts

seem to lose inhibitions and

indulge in odd water sports

dicks emerge like clockwork

just like they're past caring

pyjamas are a good excuse

for opening up and sharing

doesn't shock me anymore

hang there minute and limp

yet one or two can still do it

Patrick's a potent old pimp

its massiv...

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He was not really special 

Just an ordinary guy 

I guess you’d call him

A regular 

Joe 

An ex-army man

He took everything in his stride

He was a positive guy

He was happy to help: He rarely said 

No

Throughout his life 

He took it all on the chin

When things were hard he worked his way through 

He never asked why

He was easy going: he’d go with t...

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he wakes up everyday---but only for them.

he showers, eats, and goes to work---but only for them.

he holds back his sadness and depression---but only for them.

he doesn't want his useless and meaningless state of life to affect their outlook. if anything they should be happy.

although he never hugs or says i love you, they know.

although he never showed up to any of her games, she s...

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I feel the pain of your broken heart physically gone but our spirits don't part

although you hurt and and pine for me

close your eyes and there i will be

With the biggest smile on my face

as I'm free and happy in this amazing place looking out at a perfect view

standing in front of me is you

I'm very much alive more than ever

no worldly burdens..light as a feather

I'm helpi...

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My dad's favourite shoes

He saved them for best

He wore them just once

As we laid him to rest

Dedicated to the loving memory of Jack Evans; love you dad x

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From the front at least

A beautiful victorian dresser

From behind

The ugly truth

Assembled from wooden orange crates

The company name stamped

Telling of a former

More humble existence

Two little drawers

One at each side

Gunmetal latch handles

Age worn

From opening and closing

Hold family secrets

Make up

Lipstick stumps

Snaps from Blackpool ...

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Five foot two, eyes of blue

Goes a certain song

Both were true but not nearly enough 

To describe this true and happy man

With a big beaming smile he'd enter your life

Open arms and so open hearted

Energy enough for all of us, for each and every day

To carry us all along the way

Never told always showed

The best and winning way

He led by example on how to be

A true...

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There was a man I knew,

not too close, not too far,

as a child he was there

to tend to my scars.

A man with a past,

of that I had no doubt,

a man, when provoked,

who knew how to shout.

A happy man

with a smile for all,

he'd always be there to

pick me up when I'd fall.

And though never far away,

we were never very close,

a sign of those times

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I sometimes find my Dad sitting next to me in my car

Not exactly him but some likeness, a vision from afar.

I can’t exactly see him clear

But either way it’s nice to have him near.

I sometimes find myself talking to my Dad,

Sitting next to me, in my car

It’s good to talk after all these years and I suppose he’s not really there

But it feels so good, so I don’t really care...

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As a child

I thought

the sun rose

and sat because

of my Dad.

As a teenager

I thought my

Dad was one

of the bumbest

people on earth.

Now that I

am over the

age of Fifty

I think the

older I get

the smarter

my Dad was.

The Circle

of life.

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Poem For My Dad

In the deepest darkest recess of the mind

The saddest memory is there to find

There’s nothing more to say except I miss you Dad,

We had our time together, good and bad

And many differences, we had

After all, you were a man who got an apple and an orange for Christmas

And I was a lad who began the biggest record collection in th...

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