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Dog's Day

Time
went by so fast
did I understand
what to pass on
to the ones I love
imparting to those
the importance
of hard work, honesty
and how to dedicate

Did they get it
or did I fail
only their future
will tell
so please
don't give me
presents
which will never
measure if I was
a bad or good
Dad
show me by
your reliance
on what you've
learned.

Why can you not
be appreciative
all year long
and make me proud
To say
"that's my daughter
or my son"
the only gift I want
is respect from you
or for someone to say
your kids are truly
the epitome
of what a good child
should be

I wonder
is this day about me
or is it about you
well I guess
back to the dog house
I go

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Neat title (should be Dog's House) that gave no clue as to the content of the poem. I like when that happens.

Some thoughts as follows:

thoughts
flood my head
time went by so fast
did I understand
to pass-on what
I had learned
imparting to those
the importance
of hard work, honesty
and how to dedicate

(I'd start with:
time went by so fast
did I understand
what to pass on ..etc.)

the rest seemed a bit too demanding
and needed a softer touch until
I got to the end...

perfect!

smiles,

~A

Thank you I will use your suggestion, they're very good.
I glad you liked it, but "perfect" is wry generous of you.

Regards,
Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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the only gift I want
is respect from you
or for someone to say
your kids are truly
the epitome
of what a good child
should be

this is the desire

of any parent
well said Eddie

loved

Thank you loved.
I'm happy you enjoyed it.

Your bud,
Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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AND
A kind man ....Eddie

loved

i appreciated that thought from you.

Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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may your kids do you proud as you have expressed in this Dad's Day write...

raj (sublime_ocean)

raj,
They have, but I have the worries of most Dad's
Thank you very much my friend!

Regards,
Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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I hope my children appreciate that fact.
Thanks, brother in blood.

Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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I would comment on the poem Eddie, but there is so little of what I understand as poetry I fear I would simply sound foolish. Kailashana thought the poem was a little too demanding until the end. I think the opposite. A lot of sentiments about Father's Day are going to be floating around out there at all the poetry forums and most are going to be overblown sentimentality. I preferred the honest, open request from "dad" for what he really wants. A little respect and good kids.
wesley

W. H. Snow

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That's the point and I am glad you saw what this is truly about.
It's a good take by you of what I am conveying.
thanks for the read, visit and comment.

Regards
Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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thank you for the wonderful!
That is all we can truly ask for, what's funny is all of mine are grown, but you know that already.

Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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I totally got it Wesley, but demanding that your kids be a certain way and then demanding respect for that demand is more often than not a recipe for ingratitude and willful *acting out* or its extreme: a shrinking violet.

That's a thing that is best left unsaid. Show your children unconditional love, be there in every way, especially after a *fall* and most likely a father will have *earned* respect and gratitude. And then again, no matter how great a father is, a child can grow up to be less than a father's *perfect* image.

Did anyone see the interview with Dahmer's father? Quite interesting.

~A

By the way Eddie, in light of your poem and my above takes on fathers, the ending of your poem,
was what I said was perfect. I know you know the way to your children's hearts.

My children are grown, they range from forty to twenty two years of age. I have three girls one boy.
I can honestly say they turned out great. When I wrote this I was think now that their gone on their own I don't want present I just want them to be good people who I can respect as I expect to be respected.
That way at the end I wrote what I wrote and you got it. So all the rest is not important. You don't need to defend what you understood at the end. I respect your right to your opinion. And it's a good one.
I am glad because my children turned out great. Yes it was the image I saw and expected them to be.
So all in all I reared them as I saw fit to my culture and understanding.
Thank you Anna for coming back to my page.

Eddie C.

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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Forgive me, Eddie... I was using your page/poem to clarify a slight differentiation that Wesley had with my viewpoint..... opposite ends on the same continuum, so to speak.

An authoritarian father vs a nurturing father, and I suspect that regardless of your religion as a young father and/or ethnicity, you are the later, Eddie.

~A

forgive what, there is nothing that I can see.

My lady Jonette reared her son by herself since he was five.He is now twenty eight and he turned out great.
On fathers day I sent her a fathers day gift. Guess what. she was shocked. I said to her, "weren't you his father?"
She started to cry and said no one ever said or realize that, not even him. I said Jonette, I am not domisticated by the world if you reared him, you are the father and the mother and that's no easy task. It made her so happy and I in turn felt her happiness. so whose to say what's the proper way to bring up a child. it is how the person felt fit to do as long as their not creating a burden to the world
that's my opinion .

Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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This is some good stuff. You have a lot of personality. Have you performed your poetry before?

-Ty

Yes, many times, a place you might know. "The Neuyorican Cafe". I go under another name which I will not mention here.
thanks for the "good stuff"so, have you decided to join my workshop here at Neopoet it begins Thursday the 23rd.
Yes, No?

I think that as a new person to the site, it will be good for you to mix it up with the people here, and how best to do it but by joining a workshop. you will have fun. your up for some fun, am I right.

Regards
Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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