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Stolen Fathers

by deleted3


Where did the daddies go?
We need them.
Some are gone forever, taken into the next life.
Others are living, walking and breathing, but are hard to find - though never out of mind.
Others we see every day, in and out - but their hearts are a million miles away.
Others become the source of our darkest moments... the source of our fears.
Fathers are missing.
We need their presence, their words, and their spirits, to guide us to the right path.
We need them to reflect the love of our Almighty Father
We need to see them treating our mothers with love and respect
So that we can choose future mothers and fathers of our own
We need them to tell us we're OK
Tell us we are more than OK, that we're special
We need their guidance to tell us when we're wrong - as we so often are
We need their punishment to understand the consequences of our actions
We need their discipline that comes from love
We need their never-ending acceptance
We need to see courage
We need to see integrity
We need to see strength
We need to see fairness, honesty and faith
How can they teach us all of these things when they are gone?
If we look hard, we will find some of them...
In bars, in front of the TV, on golf courses, in strip clubs, or even with other families.
Without daddies:
We are lonely
We hate ourselves
We don’t trust men
We disrespect women
We disrespect ourselves
We hurt others to feel power
We hurt ourselves because we're powerless
We're empty and try to fill our lives with destructive substances and people
We're easily influenced by persuasive forces, drifting in the direction of prevailing winds of the day
We are afraid.
Whoever stole our daddies, we need them more than ever now. 
Will you please give them back?
If you won't, then let us have Our Father, the One who created all daddies.
Let Him teach us all the things our daddies couldn’t, or wouldn't.
Start with His Instruction Manual...
The Bible
[Psalm 68:5]

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Sun Jan 06, 2013 4:05 am
GeeLyria wrote a review...

Hi there, etherealember. :)

I'm GeeLyria, and I'm here to review your poem.

Hm. I think you've generalized a little bit too much. If I am not wrong, you have shown you know the possibilities and the reasons why a father might have been "stolen"; it's either life, society, or their own selfishness. But, I also think you've analyzed them vaguely; as in you have all those situations, but then you just dropped them around in superficial way. And when you think about it, the poem is not about "Stolen Fathers" like the title says, it is about how necessary it is for a child to have a father in their life.

I feel like there's something missing about this poem, given that leaving your ideas floating on the air might provoke some annoyance to the readers (especially if they can relate to it). What I expected of this poem was for you to talk about each situation independently. For example, a father that takes no responsibility for his child because he's selfish does not show his kid "courage", "integrity", or "strength", and I think that should have been emphasized. After that is done, it would be great to finish it with the conclusion, which is that "we all need our daddies" (I beg to differ, though. Lol.) When you make those changes, this would definitely make much more sense.

Other than that, I like how the poem flows. And you general idea is not bad; I just think you need to work on developing it a little bit more. Know that you have the potential, but being organized can get you far. :)

Keep writing,


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Fri Jan 04, 2013 1:26 pm
Hannah wrote a review...

This poem has a super enticing first line; it works for people who know where their daddies are, 'cause then they wonder who is missing one and why, and it works to call in the people who know exactly what it means to have a missing daddy. You found an opening that works to call in all sorts of people: it grabs almost everyone, but the problem comes afterward.

The problem is that although your opening wants to be as wide as possible, you have to make your poem more narrow than the opening. Think of it as a tunnel. If the opening is really big and it stays really big and the exit is really big, it's an easy tunnel to pass through. But poetry is meant to make the reader feel something, and just like you might feel frustrated or exhilarated passing through a tunnel that gets narrower in the middle (you feel the pressure of the walls or the frustration at getting tangled up with other cars/people), you want to feel something as you move through your poem. The same goes for the ending: you want to come out the other side feeling something, even if in real tunnel-life it would just be relief at getting through.

What I'm trying to say is that your poem tries to get at EVERYTHING. EVERY single thing any father's done wrong, and it tries to bring everyone through the tunnel at once, so we end up feeling the same when we come out as we did when we went in.

Now, I don't want to overstep any boundaries, but I think maybe this is based on either your personal experience with your father. If not, maybe you've had an experience seeing the effects of a missing father with one of your friends. Either way, I think the first thing you need to do to improve this poem is to think long and hard about the specifics of those situations.

When you use specific situations, when you describe specific events or feelings, you narrow the tunnel. You bring it in. That's not to say that you exclude the audience you welcomed. You still have everyone's attention, but instead of playing to all of them, you just play. They will follow and listen, but they will also start to feel.

I know you have the feeling and the result of this poem, but specifics also lend themselves more easily to simile and metaphor.

Now, if you're wondering why those are important, it's because they help to make specifics even more specific. You might think: doesn't that mean I'm going to lose my audience because they won't know how it feels to go through what I went through? Well, if you use similes and metaphors, you can compare your experiences to things that many other people might be able to understand.

I can't tell you what to compare to what, of course. I don't know your feelings. But when you link feelings to feelings, words to words, through simile and metaphor, you both narrow and open your world.

Anyway, I really hope this review was understandable. If it's not, send me a private message or leave me something on my wall.

Good luck!

"What is a poet? An unhappy person who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music."
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