Happy Father's Day

[Angeline]

To all you poem writin and readin papas and grandpas, brothers and uncles and sons, and most especially to my dear papa~

Happy Father's Day​

Put a dad poem in this thread, an old one or one you just wrote or even one you've read somewhere that you like. Any poem is good: it doesn't have to be sappy or laudatory or even loving. Commemoration can be of any type.

Or yknow just have a poetic day.

I'll start~

528 Hobart Avenue
by Angeline

Sitting by the screen door
on late summer nights
daddy and I watch storms
as if in theater box seats

the kitchen is on one side
basement steps the other
so a weird musty savory smell
always lingers in the doorway

but we are comfortable
companionable even
the old rump-sprung chair
the shared root beer

we don't much talk
just watch the sky flash

then count the seconds

one mississippi
two mississippi

when you are safe
it's easy to predict thunder
you don't have to
hold your ears or cringe

you just say--
there it is

sometimes we walk in the rain
we get really soaked
he says: See? You won't melt.
You're not a sugar cookie, cookie

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

A Bone in the Leg

We four clamoured
yammering for attention
jousting for position,
perfecting the pecking order
at his knee and Da,
tamping sweet tobacco
ready for the match,
would hold us at bay
with a studied look of pain
sucking his teeth

"I’ve got a bone in my leg."

he’d groan and the small tribe
would turn to find other entertainment
muttering in disappointed sympathy.

 

[Angeline]

We four clamoured
yammering for attention
jousting for position,
perfecting the pecking order
at his knee and Da,
tamping sweet tobacco
ready for the match,
would hold us at bay
with a studied look of pain
sucking his teeth

"I’ve got a bone in my leg."

he’d groan and the small tribe
would turn to find other entertainment
muttering in disappointed sympathy.

I think I remember this--or something very like it from a few years back, yes? Either way, it's wonderful. Dunno how large your tribe was but it's such a warm, evocative piece. It has a delightful Gulliver and Lilliputians quality to it.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

You always evoke such great memories of your childhood, sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter. I love reading them all.

(is that your 2nd life persona in your AV?)

 

[EroticOrogeny]

Fond Father

Your man’s ministrations make you a mother
our mating mix magic, my sperm strikes your seed, siring our son.
My fond flow fertilizes your fulfilled fluid flower, finding fatherhood.
We are one, wonder in your womb wins.
Daddy dotes on his darling, delights in delivering the duos’ desires,
my drops develop into our descendent.
Papa prefers pleasuring his pretty princess,
our potent paired passion propels parenthood, produces our progeny.
I love you:
father to mother
husband to wife
lover to lover

 

[Angeline]

You always evoke such great memories of your childhood, sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter. I love reading them all.

(is that your 2nd life persona in your AV?)

Yep, that's her. I've decided she's more real than I am.

ETA: And since you were so kind, here's one other that very much is home and dad to me:

Chambers Street
by Angeline


Storky got busted,
nabbed right in front
of his variety store,
by the cigars and news,
sundries in dingy cases,
on splintery shelves.
In the back the boys sit,
drink grappa,
play the numbers.

Maybe you get ahead,
gliding past factory mornings
that unfold on gray streets.
Maybe no more cardboard cups
from the Kwik Coffee truck,
no more nickel-plate grind
years, Taryton or Camel
packs rolled tight
in white t-shirt shoulders,
or dropped in starched
bowling shirt pockets,
anticipating Friday league night.

Daddy says Storky's alright.
He just tries, like Gino
from Naples, with his no speaka English
gold tooth smile,
or the gypsies who wear gold chains
and flash their eyes at me.
JP brings me Italian nougat candy,
and Andy the retired strong man,
the carny, has two yellow teeth,
and can tear a Manhattan phone book
in half, lift a kitchen chair
with two fingers.

Daddy says they're ok,
just poor slobs, working stiffs.
Sometimes they buy 20-dollar
gold pieces from us. Andy
lifts me up with one big hand,
the gypsy lady says I'll travel,
I'll be lucky in love.
Gino gives me a free slice,
Neopolitan style, and a Coke.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

We four clamoured
yammering for attention
jousting for position,
perfecting the pecking order
at his knee and Da,
tamping sweet tobacco
ready for the match,
would hold us at bay
with a studied look of pain
sucking his teeth

"I’ve got a bone in my leg."

he’d groan and the small tribe
would turn to find other entertainment
muttering in disappointed sympathy.

Long time since I've heard that! From the same cupboard as "What's for tea?" "Bread and iffits"

 

[Angeline]

Long time since I've heard that! From the same cupboard as "What's for tea?" "Bread and iffits"

What do they mean? (I get what's for tea, but not the bone in the leg or iffits.) Help a sister out?

 

[UnderYourSpell]

What do they mean? (I get what's for tea, but not the bone in the leg or iffits.) Help a sister out?

'bone in the leg' I will leave for sister Tess to explain! Iffits = if it's there you'll get it if it's not you won't

 

[Angeline]

'bone in the leg' I will leave for sister Tess to explain! Iffits = if it's there you'll get it if it's not you won't

Lol! I get it now. We had our own version of "iffits." My mom often said "I hope you're not waiting for an engraved invitation," which meant get in there and take your share lest it be eaten before you deign to join us.

My imagination can do all sorts of interesting things with "I've got a bone in my leg," but I'm taking the high road given the G-rating nature of these poems.

 

[EroticOrogeny]

You always evoke such great memories of your childhood, sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter. I love reading them all.

Somehow this thread reminded me of the time I asked my father about darkness, whether it was something itself, rather than just the absence of light. (perhaps I was both curious and also concerned about shadows, etc. at night). As part of his response he gave me a picture of stars, but as a negative (he was an amateur astronomer). Maybe a little poem there, but now just a remembrance.

 

[ghost_girl]

remember OT? He had a wonderful poem about his father's hands. I wish OT was still around here, he was an awesome poet.

Ange, I remember yours, and have always loved that one. Do you still have the one about your Grandpa walking with you on the boardwalk? or was that even yours...


Happy Father's Day to all those to whom it might apply.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Lol! I get it now. We had our own version of "iffits." My mom often said "I hope you're not waiting for an engraved invitation," which meant get in there and take your share lest it be eaten before you deign to join us.

My imagination can do all sorts of interesting things with "I've got a bone in my leg," but I'm taking the high road given the G-rating nature of these poems.

Bone in my leg' is obvious to me but so hard to explain! Like he couldn't play or have kids sit on his knee because he had a bone in his leg. Little kids I supposed are easily fobbed off with it not realising well that everyone has a bone in their leg and that it's not some terrible ailment that poor old dad had to put up with!

 

[UnderYourSpell]

When Jack Valentine called I was too young
to know it was Dad out in the dark night,
a bit of nonsense to delight his girls.

A knock at the door
a mad rush to answer,
we all knew who called tonight.
There lying on the mat maybe a colouring book
grab it quick!
But no it twitches away down the garden path
out of reach, gone into the darkness
taken away again by naughty Jack.

Over and over again we played the game
giggling and laughing,
until Jack got too bold
and each and every girl
got her prize.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Bone in my leg' is obvious to me but so hard to explain! Like he couldn't play or have kids sit on his knee because he had a bone in his leg. Little kids I supposed are easily fobbed off with it not realising well that everyone has a bone in their leg and that it's not some terrible ailment that poor old dad had to put up with!

Spot on, Annie. Remember "not as green as I'm cabbage looking" (not as dum as you think) and "sitting around like a can of milk" (for idlers and loafers)

 

[Angeline]

Spot on, Annie. Remember "not as green as I'm cabbage looking" (not as dum as you think) and "sitting around like a can of milk" (for idlers and loafers)

In Yiddish there is an expression "milka dicka punim," which loosely translates to a pale, bland face and a milquetoast demeanor. Isn't language just grand?

 

[annaswirls]

My boys are so big.

I am dumbfounded half the time, my heart in a perpetual state of melting.

I don't know where my poems for fathers are, but I am sure grateful not only to my own father, but to my husband for being the father of my boys.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Spot on, Annie. Remember "not as green as I'm cabbage looking" (not as dum as you think) and "sitting around like a can of milk" (for idlers and loafers)

The can of milk one is a new one on me!

In Yiddish there is an expression "milka dicka punim," which loosely translates to a pale, bland face and a milquetoast demeanor. Isn't language just grand?

When we went on a cruise we hung around with two lovely gay guys from NY, one of them Willie was Jewish. A lot of the trips ashore went round different churches and Willie told me that if his Mother knew she would pat him on the head and say "Good boy!" I was sorry to lose touch as we had an open invitation to stay with them but for some reason the email addresses they gave me were something I had never heard of and just kept coming back unavailable.

My boys are so big.

I am dumbfounded half the time, my heart in a perpetual state of melting.

I don't know where my poems for fathers are, but I am sure grateful not only to my own father, but to my husband for being the father of my boys.

Are they your boys? wow they are beautiful!

 

[annaswirls]

Are they your boys? wow they are beautiful!

Yes, they are my boys! I am in a constant state of bewilderment over how fast....I should be used to it by now. This is the photo I gave my husband for father's day. O's therapist took a whole bunch, she is amazing!

~J

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Yes, they are my boys! I am in a constant state of bewilderment over how fast....I should be used to it by now. This is the photo I gave my husband for father's day. O's therapist took a whole bunch, she is amazing!

~J

Amazed you find time to come on here at all! Don't know about Father's day but you Moms out there ....... You're doing a grand job!

 

[Angeline]

Yes, they are my boys! I am in a constant state of bewilderment over how fast....I should be used to it by now. This is the photo I gave my husband for father's day. O's therapist took a whole bunch, she is amazing!

~J

They are indeed beautiful boys. The boy on the left (your middle child, maybe?) looks just like you. And I can't get over how big Harry has gotten. Lovely Family, A.

Say, you must be getting ready for the big driving trip soon. Good luck!

 

[annaswirls]

They are indeed beautiful boys. The boy on the left (your middle child, maybe?) looks just like you. And I can't get over how big Harry has gotten. Lovely Family, A.

Say, you must be getting ready for the big driving trip soon. Good luck!

Leaving mid-July :O

Poor middle child, yes. He unfortunately has my personality too, quick tempered and passionate perfectionist....and looks like he will be a brooding poet as well, with statements like "Mom, I feel so sad and I don't know why there is nothing sad I just can't help it!" and "I love you so much it HURTS!!"

You know, on top of all of the random crazy things that come out of his brain and mouth.

Wish I had his metabolism

Harry is a handful. The other night, I heard O laughing and I looked around the corner to find Harry had climbed in the tub with him, fully clothed and soggy checkbook in hand....

 

[Angeline]

Leaving mid-July :O

Poor middle child, yes. He unfortunately has my personality too, quick tempered and passionate perfectionist....and looks like he will be a brooding poet as well, with statements like "Mom, I feel so sad and I don't know why there is nothing sad I just can't help it!" and "I love you so much it HURTS!!"

You know, on top of all of the random crazy things that come out of his brain and mouth.

Wish I had his metabolism

Harry is a handful. The other night, I heard O laughing and I looked around the corner to find Harry had climbed in the tub with him, fully clothed and soggy checkbook in hand....

LOL! Well at least he was willing to pay for his bath.

You just never know with kids. When mine were as little as yours are now, my son seemed just like me. He didn't look too much like me, but we had very similar personalities, gestures and so on. My daughter couldn't have been more different from me when she was little, but she is my doppelganger (and always has been) looks-wise. And now, at 17 eek she is so like me in her values and desires and choices. And my boy who is ever wonderful is just his own person--though I see flashes of me and his dad in there. I guess I've found that nothing is ever set with one's children. It just keeps evolving.

If I don't talk to you before then, good luck on the trip. Keep a secret stash of chocolate and ibuprophen for you!

 

[normal jean]

Leaving mid-July :O

Poor middle child, yes. He unfortunately has my personality too, quick tempered and passionate perfectionist....and looks like he will be a brooding poet as well, with statements like "Mom, I feel so sad and I don't know why there is nothing sad I just can't help it!" and "I love you so much it HURTS!!"

You know, on top of all of the random crazy things that come out of his brain and mouth.

Wish I had his metabolism

Harry is a handful. The other night, I heard O laughing and I looked around the corner to find Harry had climbed in the tub with him, fully clothed and soggy checkbook in hand....

Ohh, Anna! They are precious! When I first saw the photo I couldn't help but tear up. I was thinking about how you will go through the graduations, dates, first loves, break ups. I know, I'm goofy. I'm just waiting on grand-kids now You are so very, very lucky. We all are.

Thanks for posting the picture. If you guys come through SC, give me a ring, I would love to take y'all out for dinner, or to the zoo or just give you a giant hug.

 

[annaswirls]

Aw thank you, yes, I feel too old to have that much ahead of me. Hopefully I live long enough to see one of them get married.

Hey, I will definitely check out our route, I think we go through SC. Maybe on the way back.... we will be taking our time more (as I will be solo, no V)

Ohh, Anna! They are precious! When I first saw the photo I couldn't help but tear up. I was thinking about how you will go through the graduations, dates, first loves, break ups. I know, I'm goofy. I'm just waiting on grand-kids now You are so very, very lucky. We all are.

Thanks for posting the picture. If you guys come through SC, give me a ring, I would love to take y'all out for dinner, or to the zoo or just give you a giant hug.