Post a Poem etc.
Feel free to post any of your own poems, essays, rants etc, with appropriate attribution or other background information. (Though I am very tolerant of opinions that are not my own, I reserve the right to remove works that violate the sensibilities of this site.) And thanks for sharing. Kirk.
Son of a Good Man
By Bob Bullock
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I am the son of a Good man.
A jack of all trades and master of some
Musician, soldier, reluctant photographer
Carpenter, Christian, friend
Father of one
Father to many
Look up the word Good in the dictionary
Read, and you will find the words that are my Father
Kind, reliable, worthy of respect
Discriminating, thorough, of moral excellence
God blessed my Father with three special gifts:
A love of music, and the ability to share it with others
A strong moral compass and the unerring desire to do the right thing
Finally, a steadfast stubbornness to complete whatever he started
(Admittedly, this last one could be quite annoying at times)
While no stranger to using a belt to discipline a wayward son,
He preferred to discipline with words.
The length of the lecture varied directly with the severity of the offense.
I hated the lectures.
Please, get the belt and get it over with.
I hated the lectures,
But I remembered them.
Maybe that was his intention.
If I could truly choose how to live my life
I would live it the way my Father has lived his.
Decide what you want, then go after it with all your heart.
Listen to others, even if you know they are wrong.
When faced with uncertainty, choose what you feel is right and don't look back.
Although distance may separate us,
I have never felt closer to you.
Happy Fathers Day from your loving son Robert
June 18th 2006
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Note: My father passed a year after I wrote this. He was 84 and died peacefully with his family around him. I am eternally grateful that I was able to express my feelings while he was still with me.


Fado
you say love
and I see
one on one
for you
that sound
is a holiday
you say friend
and I see
certain restrictions
you see
different rooms
sudden swervings
your words
have been like sunny streets
full of ambushes
My dear
I've been so stupid
listening only for notes
from an instrument
whose overtones
are so weird