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SEBASTIAN

I value you 

A soul protected
guard you like a delicate rose petal
words do not describe your existence
you give me reason
every decision I make
is with your best interests
you are my life
you are deep my son
you are vulnerable
you may not know it
nor may others not
but it's in your name
Sebastian
My clear cut high carat diamond
unbreakable like a diamond
April Spring Diamond
Be...

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A Note to Those With Limits to Their Love

I was not there when he was made
I was not there when he was born
I was not there for his first birthday

I was, there to guide his first steps.

I was there when his mother voiced her disdane and pushed him away.

For the tantrums that felt eternal

The sick days that became my sick days

I was there as his father began a new family and forgot about his last.

When he had no food to...

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My father's gift

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I remember hearing my father's voice

      from beyond the grave.

      No dream—a single, scratchy vinyl

      had captured his characteristic

      lilting, homiletic style,

      that seemed,

       in and of itself,

       to be the message—

       no surprises there,

       nor flights,

       yet a resonance

       that touched

       and stays with me

...

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Light

I'm awake 

I'm white

Bright white

Light

Glowing
Growing
Freedom flowing
And I feel me
Conscious free
I fly
To the sky
To the stars
Another
Light
Pure good
Energy
Comes to meet
Flowing and free
Bright
The other light
Touches me
Warms me
And I feel
In my energy
“What took you so long dad”?
I feel a smile
And energy combined
In warm
Pure love
We floated free
To g...

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My first-born

Preamble: for this week's Rhymers theme "first", here is my first attempt at a villanelle.

 

My son, it fell to you to be born first

You turned a couple into Mum and Dad

You sometimes had the best, sometimes the worst

 

You changed our lives when into them you burst,

And for that day I ever shall be glad,

My son, it fell to you to be born first.

 

Our parenting was w...

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Love Conquers All

Sitting on the kitchen floor 

in the middle of the night

Pill packets to the left of me 

and a knife just to the right 

I was young, I was broken 

I felt I couldn’t win the fight

Hopeless and desperate 

I wanted a way out of this life

This wasn’t something new

there had been many other times

But usually the prescription drugs 

were enough to suppress the crime

T...

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Mum

Not always easy me and mum

But sparks ignite loving hearts

And fire up a love that runs and runs

Firing true for my mum and me

Special relations mums and sons

As I’ve seen so clearly, with my own ones

Maybe too alike, maybe too different

Sparks just happened along the way 

Both too stubborn, both never to give in

But the clashes only stood out, because really so few

P...

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The Father's Curse

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The Father’s Curse

 

I am not  the man you used to be

 

the acorn falling softly

in the shade of your tree

raising ungrateful sons

to their own prosperity

fighting a war

so that others could be free

the nurturing of potential

that you swore you couldn’t see

expected to take root

and share your ancient symmetry

being a loving father

when it wasn’t m...

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BURY THE HATCHET

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Why chop down this tree

of honor

The greatest gift God

provides is our children

---

If we are lucky enough

to have them

And privilaged enough

for them to want to spend 

time with us

We have been given riches

beyond any material reward

---

To take a hatchet

and cut down the 

relationship

Is beyond foolish

Better to cut off your

right arm

---

...

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He left

He left 

He left behind his broken wife and his scared son

He left

He left us cold, all alone with no one 

He left

 

The vows, they meant nothing 

The promises, broken 

I just wish we meant something 

More than just empty words spoken 

 

I cried for days at a time 

My young son wiped every tear 

Leaving us was a crime 

And now, it's been 1 year 

 

An...

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FATHER AND SON

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I touch your cheek,

I'm surprised, it's cold.

I reach for your hand

for I need it to hold.

 

I look upon your face

that beamed and sparkled

as we loved and laughed,

wrestled and tickled.

 

Your face is so pallid,

the sparkle is gone,

no more to smile

at the hot summer sun.

 

Your hair neatly tended,

you lie there so still

as I try, with memories,

...

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DAD

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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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