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Post by devnasser on Sun Sep 15, 2013 1:31 am

2013 2013 2013 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0QW-9zdt6zQ/UgeW2O73FaI/AAAAAAAAJOw/_NIr_l-ToeY/s1600/July15beachtrip+082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0QW-9zdt6zQ/UgeW2O73FaI/AAAAAAAAJOw/_NIr_l-ToeY/s320/July15beachtrip+082.JPG" width="238" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><i>Spelling Father</i><br /><i><br />last night<br />I had the most interesting dream.<br />in it<br />I was six years old<br />in a national spelling bee.<br />genius<br />complex words...<br />duodenum...<br />serendipity...<br />floccinaucinihilipilification<br /><br />up until the final round<br />one word between me and victory<br />the spell master clears his throat</i><br />young man your word is father<br /><i>the crowd began to chatter amongst themselves<br />seemingly displeased<br />at the simplicity of this final word<br />I searched for those eyes<br />those eyes that say</i><br />"every things going to be ok. just do it"<br /><i>I dazed off</i><br />young man!<br />your word is father<br /><i>I stood up straight, licked my lips and began</i><br />father, m-o-t-h-e-r, father…<br /><i>the spell master looks at me,<br />down at his flash card,<br />back up at me</i><br />"sorry but you are incorrect"<br /><i>I don't understand<br />my fathers sitting right in the audience</i><br />"excuse me?'<br />"I am sorry son but you are incorrect"<br />well then<br />you can save your sorry apologies<br />because you must mean "in-correct"<br />as in within the parameters of being right.<br />let me explain something to you<br />cuz obviously you aint grow up<br />where poppas are rolling stones<br />down the hills of women's backsides<br />and when he's gone<br />all he's left us<br />was alone<br />where minstrel men stroll around on bikes<br />while fathers balanced their menstrual,<br />2 jobs,<br />2 kids<br />and a life<br />on a unicycle<br />and it looks something like this:<br />breastfeeding on one arm<br />phone on the shoulder<br />cooking with the other arm<br />cleaning with one leg<br />tying sneakers with their teeth<br />young fathers<br />who make mistakes<br />because we are not all perfect<br />but the one mistake they never make<br />is abandoning their seeds<br />you see fathers<br />are master gardeners<br />they tend to every leaf<br />removing the weeds<br />placing us in the windows of opportunity<br />so that we can lean towards the sun<br />and never forget that the sky is the limit<br />planting kisses on our cheeks<br />hugs on our backs<br />growing their love on us<br />the best way they know how<br />like my father<br />my father, sacrificed owning nothing,<br />that I may have everything<br />my father, walked a daily nightmare<br />so that I may live out my dreams<br />my father watered me<br />with blood sweat and tears<br />so that I may be ripe<br />for the harvest<br />and I hope that one day<br />I can grow up to be as great a father<br />as she was for me<br />you did not ask me spell deadbeat sir...<br />but if you want dead beat here it is:<br />f-a-t-h-e-r, d-a-d, d-a-d-d-y, p-o-p<br />p-o-p-s, if you want the slang<br />you asked me to spell father<br />and father is,<br />always has been<br />and always will be spelled<br />m-o-t-h-e-r<br />so get your encyclopedias,<br />show me your flash cards<br />open your dictionary<br />cuz what webster says<br />means nothing around here<br />around here,<br />my father is sitting right there...<br />and I love her.<br /><br /><i>~ Marshall Davis Jones</i><br> 2013 2013 2013 <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0QW-9zdt6zQ/UgeW2O73FaI/AAAAAAAAJOw/_NIr_l-ToeY/s1600/July15beachtrip+082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0QW-9zdt6zQ/UgeW2O73FaI/AAAAAAAAJOw/_NIr_l-ToeY/s320/July15beachtrip+082.JPG" width="238" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><i>Spelling Father</i><br /><i><br />last night<br />I had the most interesting dream.<br />in it<br />I was six years old<br />in a national spelling bee.<br />genius<br />complex words...<br />duodenum...<br />serendipity...<br />floccinaucinihilipilification<br /><br />up until the final round<br />one word between me and victory<br />the spell master clears his throat</i><br />young man your word is father<br /><i>the crowd began to chatter amongst themselves<br />seemingly displeased<br />at the simplicity of this final word<br />I searched for those eyes<br />those eyes that say</i><br />"every things going to be ok. just do it"<br /><i>I dazed off</i><br />young man!<br />your word is father<br /><i>I stood up straight, licked my lips and began</i><br />father, m-o-t-h-e-r, father…<br /><i>the spell master looks at me,<br />down at his flash card,<br />back up at me</i><br />"sorry but you are incorrect"<br /><i>I don't understand<br />my fathers sitting right in the audience</i><br />"excuse me?'<br />"I am sorry son but you are incorrect"<br />well then<br />you can save your sorry apologies<br />because you must mean "in-correct"<br />as in within the parameters of being right.<br />let me explain something to you<br />cuz obviously you aint grow up<br />where poppas are rolling stones<br />down the hills of women's backsides<br />and when he's gone<br />all he's left us<br />was alone<br />where minstrel men stroll around on bikes<br />while fathers balanced their menstrual,<br />2 jobs,<br />2 kids<br />and a life<br />on a unicycle<br />and it looks something like this:<br />breastfeeding on one arm<br />phone on the shoulder<br />cooking with the other arm<br />cleaning with one leg<br />tying sneakers with their teeth<br />young fathers<br />who make mistakes<br />because we are not all perfect<br />but the one mistake they never make<br />is abandoning their seeds<br />you see fathers<br />are master gardeners<br />they tend to every leaf<br />removing the weeds<br />placing us in the windows of opportunity<br />so that we can lean towards the sun<br />and never forget that the sky is the limit<br />planting kisses on our cheeks<br />hugs on our backs<br />growing their love on us<br />the best way they know how<br />like my father<br />my father, sacrificed owning nothing,<br />that I may have everything<br />my father, walked a daily nightmare<br />so that I may live out my dreams<br />my father watered me<br />with blood sweat and tears<br />so that I may be ripe<br />for the harvest<br />and I hope that one day<br />I can grow up to be as great a father<br />as she was for me<br />you did not ask me spell deadbeat sir...<br />but if you want dead beat here it is:<br />f-a-t-h-e-r, d-a-d, d-a-d-d-y, p-o-p<br />p-o-p-s, if you want the slang<br />you asked me to spell father<br />and father is,<br />always has been<br />and always will be spelled<br />m-o-t-h-e-r<br />so get your encyclopedias,<br />show me your flash cards<br />open your dictionary<br />cuz what webster says<br />means nothing around here<br />around here,<br />my father is sitting right there...<br />and I love her.<br /><br /><i>~ Marshall Davis Jones</i><br>2013 2013 2013 <br> <a href="http://www.matrixar.com/" title="Matrix ">المصفوفة : أجمل الخلفيات والصور</a>

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