Godfather Poems - Poems about Godfather

I remember. Your eyes and your velvet, and the half open gate... I remember. Old fashion perfume, mistaken roses, carnations and whatnots... I remember. The music and the half burnt candles and the way you looked at my that day as if you knew... that I would never see you this Earth, ever again....

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A Godfather, often vague Says Belated HBD, Craig Not because you matter less But because I was careless The first birthday without your Dad Made perhaps a day,sad God has a plan for sure To keep our hearts and minds pure With all my love,right To my only God child a wish, bright A day full of cheer and laughter To celebrate a whole four days...

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Father. How could you prepare me for war so gently, as if teaching how flowers should be picked?...

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A monstrous man was he Broad shoulders and weighing a ton Stood as tall as a cedar tree What kind of a man was he? He had wonderful stories to tell Of his youth and when times were swell A passion for food and a bottle of booze He sat in his chair slowly to unwind His voice was as smooth as whisky Inside...

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(none fiction) I have no regret when I made you become Godfather of my son. For you have done more for me than both of my parents of What they should of done. You welcomed me with open arms without knowing much about me, for you followed your heart and I am glad you did. Because of you I know what...

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(true feelings none fiction) Dear Godfather Ernest Pinckerly. The day you died when I was young was horrible. My life had changed ever since. The memory of you is like a blur all I remember is your name and being with you from that short moment. ...

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This is my religion This is my faith This is my church This is where I pray This is where I lay You are what I seek For you are the father who gave me birth My father who art in heaven Hallowed be the name Thy kingdom come The will be done On earth as it is in heaven This is my prayer My cross...

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Such a lazy man All he does, is sit around, Doesn't do his job Godmother does all the work, He sits around and complains About kids wanting wishes. Runs from the kitchen The commercials are over Sits on the sofa Nachos, pretzels, beer, he has He's looking for the remote Time to watch the football...

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a renown temple separate queue for Ladies child cries for father...

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Godfather A rigid neck that looks forward without turning Till the face is flat pummelled by angry elements Whose twinkly eyes neither blink nor steal a hood In case, in a split second, humanity is left insecure. Whose time to eat is not on his busy schedule- Morsel may briefly quieten voice to teach Piety. Would I, therefore, find any fault with...

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Rivers flow in volumes and refrains the shadows of black phoebes chasing waves as they ripple in quiet tones a majestic scenery tainted by involuntary lullabies of atonement By Glenn McCrary © 2012 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)...

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A table set for three Permission to be excused ...

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I return my ungratefulness for all your help and tenderness that dwarf my potentials from incipient and i here boast my lament for you are the pilot of my lameness a gift and a hope of darkness the weather is now inclement for my tall horns of incompetent for all my walls are build with weakness i should have known the gladness of hard work,...

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Breaking it down to you that a gullible god walks among you on his journey of self discovery and one to find god in a sense in the end it is mankinds best interest to utilise this spiritual robot to create something that he was not before his family will be going first the angels will keep him seperate from the...

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leading the mob you come to find out some truths about certain situations being the best man for the job in more ways than one your two sides to this civil war is no longer necissary Allow me to explain first I'll explain your spiritual situation jesus was a threat and a promise to your god my son disguised as the meaning of life to...

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