Poems From My Father
Struggle and Success
Strife and Peace
Tears and Joy
It is Life
Live
Love
project 6
poems from my father
goal date. Oct 10, 2019
city. lindsay, CA
project type. poetic short book
Elon Musk said something not so long ago. When asked how he was continuously coming up with inventions, ideas, and innovations; he simply said something to the effect that it can’t be shut off. And just the same way, this mind of mine started ticking when I was a kid and it just doesn’t shut off. From as long as I can remember I was intrigued with books and learning. It wasn’t long before I realized the power of words, the power of literature. I read anything and everything, from the little old cowboy paperback books, to encyclopedias, and even the labels of every container in the bathroom.
After years, all these words and wonders which now seemed to clash and intertwine with every aspect of my life experiences, were now pouring out of my pores. Now many years later, these words are starting to take shape and are ready to leave a mark in the amazing world of literature. My Fathers’ Poems are not “my father’s poems”, since I did not have a father per say. Instead I had a few special men in my life who played this role in my life, and continue to be in my life today. My Fathers’ Poems are a reflection of those lessons and experiences that I was able to pick up from these men. Now these are also the poems that my children will be able to call My Father’s Poems. So let us rejoice together, as we ponder, and laugh, and revolve our minds around this thing we call life.
A Tribute to the Dog Tags
To all our Heroes
There was a time,
when the Fire was there.
A time when everything didn't seem fair.
The fallen ones had forged the path, the fallen ones, had made the cruising possible.
As the sunset sets, up upon, the illustrious rocky green valley, I can still smell the citrus breeze, ooh what a breeze. Wonder why, the Normandy Marine, picked cans while on his Wheel Chair. But deep down inside, it was because of him. We dream of the cold siting on our chest. That cold farther than the thought, clanking piece of metal.
I watched my kid score a goal again. Sacrificing yourself, as the pawn. We remember you. and in our hearts you always remain.
~ PetiLu
Mi Pueblo
Para Mi Guente
Recuerdo el polvo y aire,
De ese pueblo mio,
Ese pueblo lindo,
Que no puedo dejar en el olvido.
Cuantos días no pasamos hambre,
Mientras en las milpas, amarrábamos el alambre.
Y cuantos días no, nos cortamos los pies,
Por falta de calzado, y por una y por dos y por tres.
En los días de nuestra niñez, sonábamos de irnos al otro lado,
Solo sin saber, que cuando estuviéramos allí,
soñaríamos de regresar a nuestro lado.
No ay duda, que este país ha sido un gran sueno,
Por que las botas que quisiste de niño, ahora los trae, tu niño.
Y no se diga de la yegua terca, porque ahora la traigo en la cajuela.
Y los caballos que traigo ahora, son puro Chevy Heavy Duty,
Y no me quedo atrás.
Pero no ay duda, que esa vida que deje atrás,
No me deja descansar. Estando en país ajeno, nada te sabe bueno.
Que mi patria y cultura, sigan para arriba,
Para que mis paisas y mis compas, no tengan que arriesgar su vida.
~ PetiLu
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