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Lost Father - moved from Poetry Corner

Neil Cairns

Swinger
Sent to me by an ex-service mate, author unknown;-

Her hair was up in a pony tail, her favourite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go.

But her mummy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today.


But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone.

And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home.


But the little girl went to school eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees, a dad who never calls.


There were daddies along the back wall, for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching, a man who wasn't there.

'Where's her daddy at?' she heard a boy call out.
'She probably doesn't have one,' another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say,
'Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day.'

The words did not offend her, as she smiled up at her Mum.
And looked back at her teacher, who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak..
And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique.


'My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be, since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy, and how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories, he taught me to ride my bike..
He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him, I'm not standing here alone.

'Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart
I know because he told me, he'll forever be in my heart'

With that, her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress.

And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her, doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud.

'I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here, but heaven's just too far.

You see, he was an Aussie soldier and died, just this, past year
When a roadside bomb hit his convoy and taught, Australians to fear.

But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away.'
And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day.

And to her mothers amazement, she witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side.

'I know you're with me Daddy,' to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her, was a fragrant long-stemmed rose.


And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, by the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing, that heaven is never too far.
 
I hate these on Facebook please let's not have em creep in in here.


Posted from the ARRSE Mobile app (iOS or Android) whilst having a shite
 
There's another one that starts

Do not stand at my grave and weep...no I'll vomit instead at the dreadful poetry.

At my Dad's funeral last month my brother and I did a tribute each covering his life (Bro did family, I did service Army/Rotary/RBL etc) and my nephew did a great job on behalf of the grandchildren about how the old man had encouraged them all to follow their dreams - only part of the day when I choked up a bit - he then announced he would read a short poem and I thought Oh God, not Do not stand etc...Thankfully it was a short piece about how you find encouragement and inspiration in the most normal of places. I forget to ask him the name of it but will do next time I see him. This is in no way relevant to the thread, but thanks for reading this far.
 
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Sent to me by an ex-service mate, author unknown;-

Her hair was up in a pony tail, her favourite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go.

But her mummy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today.


But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone.

And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home.


But the little girl went to school eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees, a dad who never calls.


There were daddies along the back wall, for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching, a man who wasn't there.

'Where's her daddy at?' she heard a boy call out.
'She probably doesn't have one,' another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say,
'Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day.'

The words did not offend her, as she smiled up at her Mum.
And looked back at her teacher, who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak..
And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique.


'My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be, since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy, and how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories, he taught me to ride my bike..
He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him, I'm not standing here alone.

'Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart
I know because he told me, he'll forever be in my heart'

With that, her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress.

And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her, doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud.

'I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here, but heaven's just too far.

You see, he was an Aussie soldier and died, just this, past year
When a roadside bomb hit his convoy and taught, Australians to fear.

But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away.'
And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day.

And to her mothers amazement, she witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side.

'I know you're with me Daddy,' to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her, was a fragrant long-stemmed rose.


And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, by the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing, that heaven is never too far.


Senior hath spoken...
 
This post was removed from the thread when it was in Poetry Corner, even though it was one of the few which rhymed, bloody philistine mods.

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That's rather a sweet poem, OP. It would be better off posted in the Poetry corner part of Hobbies, so that it can be discussed sensibly.

Here, in the Naafi, it's only going to get scribbled upon - which would be a shame for something of such beauty.





;)
 
That's rather a sweet poem, OP. It would be better off posted in the Poetry corner part of Hobbies, so that it can be discussed sensibly.

Here, in the Naafi, it's only going to get scribbled upon - which would be a shame for something of such beauty.
;)

I agree. It wasn't being scribbled upon at all in Poetry Corner. In fact it was inspiring members to pick up their (virtual) pens and compose their own beautiful verse. It's nothing less than cultural snobbery ;-)
 
I agree. It wasn't being scribbled upon at all in Poetry Corner. In fact it was inspiring members to pick up their (virtual) pens and compose their own beautiful verse. It's nothing less than cultural snobbery ;-)
Spot on assessment.
I think the mods should be told.











I'm right behind you, brother.
:)
 
My fukin hilarious comments have been removed by some trumped up tuppeny whore of a Mod.

So I'll post them again, as they should be read and disseminated to every living creature on this small blue planet.

Ahem...


Boom boom boom,
Boom boom boom,
Boom boom,
Boom boom........

&

Quoth the Raven "The OP is a Cu-nt"


Ai-fank-youw
 
I can't remember what I dribbled in response to the "the Raven", due to the consumption of a glass of grape juice.

So I guess I'll have to concede defeat. Mods 1 - 0 Crepello.
 

Arte_et_Marte

ADC
Moderator
As much as I admired the OP's effort at poetry, It was an obvious FaceTwat effort and not fit for these hallowed pages, so I couldn't help feeling that it needed a few subtle changes.

I give you the new and slightly improved version.
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Her arm was up a Ponies arrse, her favourite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Pony Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go.

But her mummy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates of why it’s Pony day today.

But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school eager to tell them all.
About a favourite fetish, involving a livestocks hanging ball.

There were daddies along the back wall, for everyone to meet.
Hands tucked into pockets as they began to beat their meat.

One by one the teacher called a student from the class.
To introduce a Pony, as seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare.
She was the fucking expert, and she didn't fucking care.

'Where's morals at?' she heard a boy call out.
'She probably doesn't have any,' another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say,
‘This is fucking brilliant, I wish that I could stay.'

The words did not offend her, as she smiled up at her Mum.
And looked back at her teacher, who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to blow.
And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly slow.

'My Daddy couldn't be here, (gulp), because he lives so far, (choke), away.
But I know he (splutter) wishes he could be, since this is such a (cough, gloop) special day.

And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know.
He taught me Pony sucking, and how much he loves it so.

He loved to tell me stories, he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me, often from behind, coz he knew what I would like.

We used to share our animals, with ice cream we would sup.
He told me I’m in training, for two girls in a cup.

Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart
I know because he told me, and he taught me how to catch a fart.

With that, her little hand reached up, and tugged the Pony hard.
Feeling her own heartbeat, as she played her final card.

And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter, who was depraved beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love of a Pony it was in fact her life.
Doing what was best for her, doing what was right, for Pony wife.

And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud.

'I love my Pony very much, he's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd cum right here, but heaven's just too far.

You see, he was a rescue Pony and nearly died, just this, past year
When a Gypsy whipped his bollox, and now he has this fear.

But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like a magical boy band.
And then she closed her eyes, and the Pony gushed all over her right hand

And to her mothers amazement, she witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second, they saw a Pony at their side.

'I know you're with me Daddy,' to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it, their eyes closed for a bit.
But there on the desk beside her, was a pile of steaming shit.

And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, by the love of her shining Pony.
And given the gift of believing, that she named the beast ‘Old Tony.’
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I can't remember what I dribbled in response to the "the Raven", due to the consumption of a glass of grape juice.

So I guess I'll have to concede defeat. Mods 1 - 0 Crepello.

I know, it's this type of evil, totalitarian modding that may one day lead to ARRSE receiving a level of respectability....and that will never do.
 
I know, it's this type of evil, totalitarian modding that may one day lead to ARRSE receiving a level of respectability....and that will never do.
In my defence - it was a fucking large glass and had been refilled thrice, else I'd not give up so easily.
 
Crepello me old mucker,
I'm not one to shirk and duck a
Dangerous job, a risky task.
But just this once I have to ask...
If you could tell the ******.
You silver-tongued ol' bastard. I guess I'm obliged to do so now.
 

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