John's poems of...LIFE - LIVING &LOVE...JDJ
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I was born, in Winona, Minnesota
i was the number one son, as my mom she would call me, for my MA, and PA
Dad, he was BORN, on a farm, in Rollingstone, Minnesota, a small little farming town maybe twenty miles away from, the bigger college town, Winona--DAD. had to quit school, after sixth grade, when his father passed away, and as a farmer, that was the life early on, as a boy my dad became a MAN, and farmed his land, at twelve years young HE--became a MAN, my, dear HENRY, my PA
My dad, the Minnesota Tornado
he was such of a loving gentle man, but was, as tough and had a TEMPER, just as TUFF, as an, ANGRY--BULL
Dads, temper could only be calmed by AGGIE, my MA
she would say now HANK, just relax, and it will be alright, she could calm, and QUIET, and ease the erupting, Volcano, of a TEMPER, in My loving HENRY, my PA
Dad, he would, just not accept, from any other, to be DONE, WRONG
he feared, no one, and he would put them right in their place, --anytime,---anyplace,---any -where, --just- RIGHT, -where they-- BELONGED
My dad, was built JUST like a CaNNON--BALL
his nick name--was--SHORTY--- from a few close friends and best friends- across the street, our GOOD, neighbors-- BOB and JAN, --DAD was SHORT, maybe five foot TWO--, and not very-- TALL
I thought that my DAD, was the strongest, and toughest MAN, in TOWN
his baby blue EYES, were so soft, gentle and BLUE, but when he was going to ERUPT, and explode with his anger, his blue eyes became, as fire, laser red, and felt like he could burn a hole right through YOU, dad was a SIMPLE, strong, brave, and , LOVING, man, was short- where he would stand, was twelve years old, only a BOY, when he became a FARMER, and a MAN, and worked sun up, to sun down, on his DAiRY-FARM, just him and PAULINE, his MOM, --my dear old DAD, he was so tough, so hard, but so fun loving, caring generous and sharing too, but no one COULD, wrong him, or put his family down--and-- ever walk away, if they WRONGLY, CROSSED, HIM, or CUT-- him, or anyone family or friends they were in the PATH, of A DANGEROUS, Minnesota TORNADO, strong, unpredictable, and, GREAT PROFOUND
My dad, passed AWAY
not long after his Fifty-sixth BIRTHDAY
My HENRY, my dad, his nick name and what MOM, always called him, was HANK
as a BOY, i wrote a POEM, about him, and i referred, to him, as my, LOVING, HENRY, the MINNESOTA, TORNADO, strong, gentle, mean, and HARD, grew up at age TWELVE, stood HIS, GROUND, strong and PROFOUND, my dad my HENRY, his nick name was--HANK--and-he-was-as--POWERFUL-AS-a--MIGHTY--TANK
DAD, he was So PROUD, of me when i BECAME, a UNITED-STATES-MARINE
when i came HOME, after MARINE-CORPS-BOOT-CAMP, he was so proud of ME, his boy, JOHNNY,
i will always remember, in my HEART, my FATHER, my HENRY, that tough, and hard--DAIRY-FARMER, in-MINESOTA, but what sticks with me, in my life, living, and LOVE, was the pride in his Soft, and loving, gentle--BABY-BLUE--EYES--, when i came home in my MARINE, uniform, how HIS, blue eyes lite up with--- beautiful---, light--- blue ----pride--- and----- GLEEM
By john d JUNGERS
29th of JULY 2016
For my henry, my DEAR, old DAD, my HANK, the BEST FRIEND, that i EVER---HAD
He was as TOUGH--and--, as --a --MEAN BULL, but only five-foot--two--did my, HENRY, my HANK, my DAD, my HERO, GREATLY, BRAVELY, PROUDlY, SIMPLY, ---LOVINGLY----STAND
For anyone and for everyone, my dad would lend his heart, lend his Helping hand
his HEART of PURE--GOLD, was--as--GREAT as HIS- strength, might, commitment, and RESOLVE, so, strong, so BRAVE, and oh yes my HENRY, my HANK, my dear old DAD, he was MIGHTY, and so COURAGEOUS so BOLD
I remember thinking, and knowing in my MARINE-CORPS--BOOT--CAMP--training, how the MARINE-CORPS--DRILL--INSTRUCTORS, acted so HARD, so Brave, bold, brash, and rough and TOUGH--they were nothing in compare, of the--TOUGHNESS, of my HENRY ---the--MINNESOTA--TORNADO--my--DAD
i was the number one son, as my mom she would call me, for my MA, and PA
Dad, he was BORN, on a farm, in Rollingstone, Minnesota, a small little farming town maybe twenty miles away from, the bigger college town, Winona--DAD. had to quit school, after sixth grade, when his father passed away, and as a farmer, that was the life early on, as a boy my dad became a MAN, and farmed his land, at twelve years young HE--became a MAN, my, dear HENRY, my PA
My dad, the Minnesota Tornado
he was such of a loving gentle man, but was, as tough and had a TEMPER, just as TUFF, as an, ANGRY--BULL
Dads, temper could only be calmed by AGGIE, my MA
she would say now HANK, just relax, and it will be alright, she could calm, and QUIET, and ease the erupting, Volcano, of a TEMPER, in My loving HENRY, my PA
Dad, he would, just not accept, from any other, to be DONE, WRONG
he feared, no one, and he would put them right in their place, --anytime,---anyplace,---any -where, --just- RIGHT, -where they-- BELONGED
My dad, was built JUST like a CaNNON--BALL
his nick name--was--SHORTY--- from a few close friends and best friends- across the street, our GOOD, neighbors-- BOB and JAN, --DAD was SHORT, maybe five foot TWO--, and not very-- TALL
I thought that my DAD, was the strongest, and toughest MAN, in TOWN
his baby blue EYES, were so soft, gentle and BLUE, but when he was going to ERUPT, and explode with his anger, his blue eyes became, as fire, laser red, and felt like he could burn a hole right through YOU, dad was a SIMPLE, strong, brave, and , LOVING, man, was short- where he would stand, was twelve years old, only a BOY, when he became a FARMER, and a MAN, and worked sun up, to sun down, on his DAiRY-FARM, just him and PAULINE, his MOM, --my dear old DAD, he was so tough, so hard, but so fun loving, caring generous and sharing too, but no one COULD, wrong him, or put his family down--and-- ever walk away, if they WRONGLY, CROSSED, HIM, or CUT-- him, or anyone family or friends they were in the PATH, of A DANGEROUS, Minnesota TORNADO, strong, unpredictable, and, GREAT PROFOUND
My dad, passed AWAY
not long after his Fifty-sixth BIRTHDAY
My HENRY, my dad, his nick name and what MOM, always called him, was HANK
as a BOY, i wrote a POEM, about him, and i referred, to him, as my, LOVING, HENRY, the MINNESOTA, TORNADO, strong, gentle, mean, and HARD, grew up at age TWELVE, stood HIS, GROUND, strong and PROFOUND, my dad my HENRY, his nick name was--HANK--and-he-was-as--POWERFUL-AS-a--MIGHTY--TANK
DAD, he was So PROUD, of me when i BECAME, a UNITED-STATES-MARINE
when i came HOME, after MARINE-CORPS-BOOT-CAMP, he was so proud of ME, his boy, JOHNNY,
i will always remember, in my HEART, my FATHER, my HENRY, that tough, and hard--DAIRY-FARMER, in-MINESOTA, but what sticks with me, in my life, living, and LOVE, was the pride in his Soft, and loving, gentle--BABY-BLUE--EYES--, when i came home in my MARINE, uniform, how HIS, blue eyes lite up with--- beautiful---, light--- blue ----pride--- and----- GLEEM
By john d JUNGERS
29th of JULY 2016
For my henry, my DEAR, old DAD, my HANK, the BEST FRIEND, that i EVER---HAD
He was as TOUGH--and--, as --a --MEAN BULL, but only five-foot--two--did my, HENRY, my HANK, my DAD, my HERO, GREATLY, BRAVELY, PROUDlY, SIMPLY, ---LOVINGLY----STAND
For anyone and for everyone, my dad would lend his heart, lend his Helping hand
his HEART of PURE--GOLD, was--as--GREAT as HIS- strength, might, commitment, and RESOLVE, so, strong, so BRAVE, and oh yes my HENRY, my HANK, my dear old DAD, he was MIGHTY, and so COURAGEOUS so BOLD
I remember thinking, and knowing in my MARINE-CORPS--BOOT--CAMP--training, how the MARINE-CORPS--DRILL--INSTRUCTORS, acted so HARD, so Brave, bold, brash, and rough and TOUGH--they were nothing in compare, of the--TOUGHNESS, of my HENRY ---the--MINNESOTA--TORNADO--my--DAD
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