HAPPY FATHER’S DAY, DAD

                    HAPPY FATHERS' DAY

                                                                                                
                           DAD


 I think of you often, memories are great,




 Remember when they weren't memories but real?




 Wow! Dad, you left and went away so many Fathers' 
 Days ago,



 Part of me went with you back when I was a child 
 At only seven.



 You have been loved forever, If this time on Earth is 
 How you're measured,



 Another Fathers' Day, Dad, a most happy one to you,
 Peace always.
                                     Love you, Dad
                                     Keith

2 thoughts on “HAPPY FATHER’S DAY, DAD

  1. Hi Dear Sir/Madam,

    In the following, you shall find one of my poems composed in 2016. It’s a Romantic poem.

    “My Venus”

    Let me caress thy fruitful hands

    We shall reside in remote strands

    No more sorrow, gloomy thoughts

    On thine joy me set my sights

    Be my Venus, my coy mistress

    Soon be yours all fleur-de-lis

    In thee me trust daringly

    With thee me boat ardently

    Born in winter we both know

    Horns meant jointly to grow

    Erupt thy anger neath my waves

    Rock this quietude, roll in raves

    Me doth faint if thou be gone

    In me sorrows tend to dawn

    Seems me doth know thee for aeons

    Thy name presage all good signs

    Let be our tryst upon these waves

    Thou sate my heart with thy curves

    Me to gently touch thine heart

    Thou to curl up nigh, mine tart

    How frantic me thirst thy labia!

    Shall me lip thy rosebud tuna?

    Mayst breeze waft us far astray?

    With thee each day my heyday

    May thou be my lost soul mate!

    Me daresay thou arte my date

    Me won’t ever let thee down

    Me tend no harm for my fawn

    Long be thy breaths fresh ‘nd warm

    Just like daily shine on farm

    Thou sun, thou sea, days and nights

    Me thine Aurora, northern lights!

    Let me in thy thoughts, thy mind

    Thou arte Venus, nice and kind

    Whence has come thy hot scent?

    That me have turned this fervent

    For me thou arte unknown qualia

    As thy red seen psychotria Elata

    Though mine heart ticks way sickly

    Thine eyes canst wind it soundly

    Have me enchained in thy clique

    Thy hands fondle when me sick

    Me care for thee carefully

    In thee me trust instantly

    Thy presence is that warm light

    That brings life and covers the night

    Will me have and end for you?

    Ma doubt ever me leave you

    Me adore thy hands and thy thumbs

    Moving on mine heart their thrums

    H.H

    06:54 am

    16 March 2017

    On Sun, Jun 20, 2021 at 9:52 AM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:

    > Man of many thoughts posted: ” HAPPY FATHERS’ DAY DAD I think of you > often, memories are great, Remember when they weren’t memories ” >

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