Dad Imagery Poems

long in the attic,
now unboxed,
treasure trove of
old Polaroid photographs;
priceless!
pulled from
the gaping mouth of oblivion.
one family album,
in particular,
sucks me into the vortex
of nostalgic memories.
instantaneously,
I'm spirited back
to...

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Okay, here’s a shot at those lyrics, aiming for that Prince-meets-Brandy-ballad-with-a-Usher-hook vibe. I've opted for an AABB rhyme scheme with some internal rhymes to add...

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              The Red Velvet Christmas Robe
 
Oh, that special Christmas, unlike the...

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there were his baseball cards
collected in a shoebox,
his model submarines, and planes.
he paced in a restless waddle
from corner to corner in our bedroom.
he could beat...

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Hope and belief occupy the same saucer
Positive vibes released social enjoyment 
My childhood years reared with laughter
Learning with parents was a commitment

We were young and...

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Robert Sherriff - Australian - Poet - Author - Singer - Actor - American Historian – Photographer

My Little Brown Shovel

My little brown shovel, weathered and...

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NOTE: Sedoka syllable count is interchangeable
Ichikatauta: 
5-7-5
Nikatauta: 
5-7-5
Sedokada: 
5-7-7
5-7-7
SETUP: I was THE baby ~~0~~ They were MY babies
   The Passed   ...

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I rock in this outdoor cheap chair
Its cushion foam like ice cream
Half-eaten by the winter mice in storage
I don’t mind

Don’t need a full seat to...

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Mom spilled hot stew, wets a pal, lap short-shorts,
Dad yelled its hot, loop pool pop dive exhorts,
Mom says not that sort of hot,
Pip, spiced hot...

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#8:  Time's Up

Renewed, a second, their forevermore,
a bobbing pin rethreads all in red threads,
the pedals are pressed up and down the floor,
the bobbing pin...

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This would be just prior to circa 2000. I'm guessing it's closer to the 80s, but my memory fails, The Philippines was one of three...

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A sofening touched a light aglow,
as a remote trail took a slight bend,
Saw nature pray o'er a sheet of snow,
twas but a gust of wind,...

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Twinkle twinkle little stars, please tell me wherever you are,
sky blue,
The cows turn their heads, as they stand in their beds,
grass grew,
The mop and the...

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Furiously the flurries fly. Attached to wall, me on phone.
My Dad makes tracks, and I wonder at the dashing of snow that cools 
Mindless chatter....

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So this be the day after
  nineteen forty-one
    Be December the eighth, the
      nightmare has begun.
...

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