I made it to the majors, dad,
The big leagues, the show.
And I just want you to know
That I owe you so much for helping me fulfill my dream.
For coaching my team.
For helping me when times got tough
And all I wanted to do was just give up.
For telling me to get back on my feet
When all I wanted to do was concede defeat.
I made it to the majors, dad,
Because you taught me to give it all I had.
I'm going to dedicate my first homer to you.
Without you, I could not have made it through.
May 29, 2017
I Owe You So Much, Dad
About This Poem
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keep at it
Very nice work, and good to see some rhyme. For all of us, myself included, who have lost their fathers, and who has fond memories, this this is a lovely poem. Thank you for the smiles.
If I may suggest, try a very specific form such as sonnet. Google it, tons of info online. Do them fun, just pick any subject; it's like a musician, ALL musicians play scales, all artists sketch, and poetry has its exercises too. Also, try to add some metaphor, some like or as, as that is part of the substance of poetry. Poetry has often been described as charged words, not charged ideas. Metaphor is one of the ways to do that.
It seems to me you are a a little new at this, and I'm trying to guide you in the way I learned.
One never stops learning from other poets.
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Thank you,
Jeff
Hi Jeffrey
I have also lost my father. We all know it will happen some day but for some reason we still leave words unsaid. I enjoyed the poem but think the form needs a bit of help........stan
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Thank you, Stan.
Jeff
I lost my dad forty eight years down memory lane
I lost my dad forty eight years
down memory lane
he always helped me
to misery sustain
but left me so much pain
no, not as much as from his departure
as much as the ills
and Wills
he left upon my shoulders
then hardly thirty
Till today
I am taking pills
he has left no payments
for my medical bills
and
the laziness
and
non cooperation of my siblings does kill
when will you join pop all ask me still.
How I wish pop came back
in some form
and
evacuated me
from this miserable dorm
of only toil
as in summer I boil
as he basks in the heavens
all alone
but has left me
too only moan
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Your poem is a great one. Thank you for sharing it with me.
Jeff
yor kindness
JF
to let me
I agree with Stan.
The poem's form needs work. However, (having lost my daddy at twelve) I find the subject quite beautiful. Also, it is good to see rhyme. Try a sonnet. Really. Try a sonnet. The directions are easy to find or ask one of us. I am at your disposal if you have questions as I am sure others are too.
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Jeff
Welcome to Neo....
Nothing much to add; except read, read, read, sonnets and whatever suits your fancy. Glad to see another rhymer. Too few of us left. ~ Geezer.
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Jeff