My father is here to
entice art from the sky,
his instrument of choice,
a sort of….
musical obscurity,
an ancient silver rising
of voices and tide.
He swings a racket
to capture dreams,
and earths them …..
like lightening,
crackling leaves
and soup.
He is a lover of marmalade
bitter and orange
and his smile you ask
?
his smile is
a winter fire
a lullaby
his smile is Shangri-la.
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
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Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
He started Writing, The paper started speaking...
Once lost
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Love this poem. Thank you Ms. silverpoetry.
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WELL! that was quick, and I LOVE that you love xx
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Enjoy your weekend beautiful lady. Ciao Bella.
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Kisses to you x
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😉 I return them with pleasure
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very cool. the part of your father swinging his racket to capture dreams is splendid:)
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Thanks Don xx
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Gorgeous and like a memory coming alive.
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Thankyou he is an amazing man….unapproachable and warm at the same time!! haha
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I love the art work!
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ME TOOOO!
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A most interesting portrait…enjoyed it.
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thankYOU very much… it is only one of the many faces of my father !
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Awesome seamlessness and, sweet vespers to my heart~ absolutely wonderful dear! Captivating title ! Blessings ~Deborah
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Thanks Deborah, i find it easy to write about dad for some reason he is awe inspiring and frustratingly complicated…..
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I think I love your dad. Anyone who can capture dreams is amazing in my book. Also, I think you may have inherited that particular trait. Just saying. 😉
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i think you would love my dad he is quite an intriguing man. Oh you are too wonderful xxxxx but having said that I am not afraid to roll around in the chocolate lake of your compliments x
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What a marvelous poem–I love “and earths them,” especially.
Is this drawing one of your early works? I love the stern expression you give your father! I can certainly see why his smile would be “Shangri-La”!
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That is exactly right on the smile front! its not COMMON so when it happens and especially when it is directed personally it is life sustaining… this is one of my 4 yr olds drawings of Harry Potter 🙂 but it looks like dad !
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Aww. So playful and yet so solid. It’s cool to know people who are like that, that you can describe this way–that you actually HAVE to describe this way in order to capture that flame in their characters. Through your poems, I’d actually describe you somewhat similarly. 🙂
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ahhhh my… there was a time in my life that I dearly wished people could recognise the similarities between myself and my father, i look just like my mother so very few saw past that… Now I am happy to see it for myself and get a delightful thrill when others notice! I also emulate many of his less endearing points !
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Such a quirky interesting poem–I was actully thinking more of a heavenly father! Ha. I love the marmalade (and I love marmalade.) k.
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well he’s not heavenly but as a child I think I thought he was! I love marmalade too!
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Delightfully well written. Lovely. 🙂
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oh I crackle in happiness!
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“His smile is shangri-la” I felt that for some reason.
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i’m glad because its the most emotive part of the poem for me …I should tell him one day 🙂
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