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Shaded Wings

He was never on anyone's side
Except for his own
I'd go as far to say that
If he did choose a side
It would never be "his own born"
He didn't keep any of us
Under his wing

It would always be the outsiders
Maybe because
He knew himself better than anyone
And he may have believed
Just because we had the same blood
We would be tarnished the same
Well, he was so wrong

He'd like to manipulate
The moment with lies
And I never ever saw it
I often think
It was because I chose to be blind
Nobody would want to believe
Such disappointment in a Father
Would they?

He had a few things that were good
I'm holding on to the word "few"
Because I'm trying to be positive

He rarely shared such qualities with us
It's a surprise even now
To know the secrets
Of this,

My very own Dark Angel.

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Free verse
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words: 
Having been inspired by a conversation about a Dylan Thomas poem called (Do not go gentle into that good night) that he wrote about his father. My muse came to grace me, of course in the middle of the night.
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Not Explicit Content

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that this could have been written about my own father. All except for the part that says; "And I never ever saw it." Even at the youngest age, I saw the things that my father did. When he drank, [it was always to excess] he became very cruel and mean-spirited. I understand it now; but then... Yes, my own "Dark Angel." Yet, there were a 'few' good things about him. Anyway, I just wanted you to know, this touched me. A powerful reminder, that we are not alone. ~ Geez.
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Out of anyone who reads my poetry I knew this one would tug at your heart strings a bit, yes it's interesting that you point out I had a little bit of thought for my dad's good side, maybe it's a girl thing. But I don't know because maybe it was just me for real who wanted to see the good even though he wasn't. It's hard to admit your dad is or was a bad person, people judge us on that alone, but I am not sorry I have written this, I could also say much worse I've kept this within my own dignity. As always my dear friend Guy, I am sending many thanks to you for seeing my heart within my poetry.

Thank you...Teddy

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You write with such clarity and honesty, it is hard not to be moved. ~ Geez.
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'You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write'
~ Saul Bellow.
 

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Critique is a compliment
Kind regards, Alan
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I shall take that as a great compliment from yourself and Saul Bellow.

Thank you...Teddy

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"In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you."
I wish that I could have done half the things my dad did
My dad was a great man who I hated so much
Now he is old and frail
and will need to let go
of all
he loves
soon.
My
Mother
Is an alcoholic
I adore her
She taught me
most of what I do
She will not go quietly into the night
I don't know if I could ever stand that

In the end we judge ourselves and if lucky
I do believe we will at least come out even or Karma
will be waiting to finish the sentence.

Thanks,
Middle of the night me,

THE MARK
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I see that within your beautiful review you have your own poem, yes we all have something that is given to us and it is up to us how we perform this beautiful theatre that is life, no one can touch us if we find our own road, no one can change us unless we want to change.
I adore "Mr tambourine Man"

Thank you...Teddy

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Cotton candy for you!

THE MARK
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Teddy,
Love your execution of tone in this piece. A few of your lines seem to me to be especially sentimental and striking

raffy

May I call you Raffy?
It is all in the tone you are so right, I can't thank you enough for recognising this. Anything surrounding this subject is dark for me. I know I'm not alone, and I've never judged him either. We all have to choose our own paths. I don't feel cheated or sad, I eccept it all. X

Thank you...Teddy

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Call me raffy. It's my favorite diminutive of my name thanks:) I'm happy we have connected on your work here. I meant to mention that I liked your title. You could have gone with dark angel, but shaded wings is more nuanced, softer, and connects with the piece better.

raffy

I am here because I want to know about my inner self and skills from the eyes of other writers and I am so so pleased to have this feed back. It was certainly intentional the title and last words but it is always so good to know another writer can see it too. You have made my day.

Thank you...Teddy

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