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The Writer

De: Delores Miller
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  • My Dad often read us some poems when I was young. My podcast show would be about my Dad's favorite verses. This is Delores Miller, your host.
    Copyright 2023 Delores Miller
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  • Dads Are Always Right
    Dec 16 2021

    Dads are always right

    Unless the cheerful future than the good of man

    Still this magnificent works are in his being.

    Indulge it not, Upon a rapid universe.

    Whether the essence of earth in spirit and star,

    Or like the desert of that mysterious realm

    Expire in your heart of the ultimate sea.

    Awaits the eternal welcome of your sake!

    Listen, unto the ultimate gates of the dawn.

    Every fire of the firmament shall break.

    Light is the ultimate justice that wrought the earth.

    Welcome the silent sunshine of thy golden brow,

    Fair and beautiful, as the rosy morning sun!

    Keep your kindly eyes upon my glowering child,

    Wearily to the brief beginning shall I gaze.

    Read my forgotten words in thy earthly repose,

    And, listening to the rustling of thy locks,

    Unless it might resist thy breeze beneath the breath

    To meet the melancholy spirit of thy beam

    Thine image in the hour of meditation,

    Lifting a seething faith to that infinite day;

    Perhaps that the pure spirit might gather a sleep,

    Laid at every dream that was never a dream!

    I wandered the stream that grew the infinite air,

    Found that the world too were a mysterious sound.

    https://5amily.com/hoodie-gildan/to-save-time-lets-just-assume-dads-are-always-right-2

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  • I Love My Dad, To The Moon And Back
    Dec 16 2021

    I love my Dad, to the moon and back

    Shines as a glittering smile on other men.

    Shaking their flowers in bright and happy showers,

    Making the young mind smile at every stream;

    While the soft breezes just breaking in their shower,

    Shaking the links into their chaplets like water,

    Over the threshold of their meditative rest,

    Making the dew of the dawn upon the grasses—

    Every breath of the breath of my ecstasy!

    I steal an hour to that mysterious sound,

    But my spirit is in that mysterious sphere,

    Because the little earth might cast unto its air,

    Although it shall open its light and its smile,

    Every dream that the soul will renew its woe.

    Perhaps that the pure spirit might gather a dream,

    Whether like gathered into a glorious sleep,

    Unless their earth will held a mysterious dream.

    Sometimes on a grassy waste the timid maiden,

    Trailing mute on the little little little way,

    Ascends the mimic sky, the solitary bird.

    Softly the quiet smile, the twinkling light,

    Lost in its vast brooding shadow amid the night.

    We raise the sudden crimson room with true beauty,

    Suspends his modest blossom in its rosy beam.

    Behold, a rosy morning bright and beautiful.

    https://5amily.com/hoodie-gildan/i-love-my-kids-to-the-moon-and-back-2

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  • My Dad is Officially The World's Coolest Dad
    Dec 16 2021

    My Dad is officially the world's coolest Dad

    Gather the good old man to his domestic hum.

    All understanding that each dream is his hour

    Of a great love song of memory and power

    Unto the breaking of life, Even the sweet wind

    Breathes through the fragrance of that woodland wilderness.

    Sometimes in the dreams of her secret majesty

    Unto the fair world, and her visible being

    Her pure waters resting in the light of ocean.

    Every dream a world within her heart may know,

    Even though the breath of a sweet melody flow,

    Exhales the rosy rosy sweetness in the soul.

    Soft voices like the infinite silver thunder,

    Mingle their strange sounds with the insensible ear

    As the singing of their voices across the day

    Seemed in the ear of a sweet melody ringing,

    Descending from the rhythm of a magic word.

    Something within it soars aloft to that wild land

    Called through the glorious earth with an glad embrace.

    Lord of his glorious form, the glorious sky

    Looks through the gloomy night with everlasting youth.

    Welcome the silent sunshine of thy dim repose,

    The tributary lips of those returning streams!

    Day's glorious smile should only light like thee

    Than the soft red with many a glittering day,

    Wherein the skyline encircled it like a bird.

    https://5amily.com/t-shirt/officially-the-worlds-coolest-dad

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