Are our dreams?
Not inexplicably linked to our tribulations?
Are we not,
The result of our history?
Bad, just as much as good?
Are we not, a piece of pottery?
Molded by the potters’ hands?
Shall we not,
Exhibit our flaws with ardor?
Or do we,
Cringe! At the thought of their existence?
It seems we are not,
Accommodating to individuality.
Whilst expressing a desire,
To be recognized as individuals.
How do we,
Become hardened to the dynamics,
The stressors of life?
And dwell in a blissful manner
Amongst them.
I have seen people who,
Proclaim to be ready for parenting
Only they separate citing relationship difficulties.
Day after day this is a source of my confusion.
My question to them is.
If you cannot overcome the issues,
Between two parties, voluntarily
Would you be able to mandatorily?
How will you react to a child?
Whose actions cause you duress?
Will you up and end that relationship also?
Or do you rely on dictatorship?
Using your power of guardian to enforce your ways?
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Stieve Fernandez
Hello am a 36 year old Jamaican national three years into my journey of creative writing
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Albert Anthony Fernandez
On the eighth of May the angels came To escort a new arrival The waxing moon steadily rose Chasing after its rival Upon the bed where you laid Your soul had gone to trial For entry into heaven Commands a souls revival How impressed the angels were When you proved lighter than a feather ‘t was then that your life’s work Were gathered all together As the angel unfurled your scroll It caused them all to banter How long it was since they had seen Such courage in the face of danger Sagacity ingenuity and charity Overflowed from your being Your equal in this universe Was there ever one seen? You bore your trials dignified Surpassing king or queen Farewell my gentle warrior, On this your transient scheme Albert please know I love you I pray you rest in peace Forever my soul will mourn you My tears will never cease To me you were a hero Whose compassion always increased I remember as a child How I loved your scruffy beard To be held in your arms Was for all I ever cared I’ll cherish every memory Of all the times we shared Do you remember how hard you tried To teach me how to sing For the life of me I couldn’t get What keys the songs were in You’d throw your hands up to the air And enter in a fit To this day you make me laugh Each time I think of it When I look into the mirror I see you in my eyes Sharing all your talents Came to me as no surprise A chip carved from a block Was all I ever was My idolizing of you Came naturally, just because Because you are my daddy My mentor and my fortress No matter what, I’ve loved you yet Through good and bad regardless Regardless of the weather Or should the world come to an end My daddy I miss you so My true and dearest friend
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Poets
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