Stevie Taite

Rookie (30th January 1973 / Kent, England)

Daddy, swallow your pride.

I want to flip your view point over
With my spatula of persuasion
Tease the edges of your stubborn mind made up

I want to swap the duvet on your embedded
Wake up to a fresh perception
Shake the corners right down to the end

I want to plant a tiny seed of an idea
longing for the flower to take form
waiting for the right time to sow

I want to turn the page on your calendar
It's October and you are still on July
Remind you that times move on

I wouldn't change you for the world
even if I could, I wouldn't
But Daddy, swallow your pride with the drink I offer

Submitted: Sunday, October 21, 2012
Edited: Sunday, October 21, 2012


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My dad has been driving us mad for years as he refuses to get a hearing aid. He refuses to admit that his body needs help. He thinks that people will see him as inferiour and stupid if he appears to have a disability. He was brought up in an age that had that perception, but things are different now He is the most stubborn man alive and wont listen to reason.

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  • Rookie - 17 Points Ruby Honeytip (2/14/2013 6:52:00 PM)'s just me...having a little wander through...again....feeling the love in every beautiful thing you write.
    Ruby was 'ere lol xxxx
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  • Rookie - 17 Points Ruby Honeytip (11/26/2012 5:30:00 PM)

    Maybe if he had a hearing aid he would be able to listen to reason: -)
    My beautiful father in law is the same.
    Everything is yelled twice. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Alla Simone (11/3/2012 7:21:00 PM)

    This is excellently penned. Beautiful, vibrant illustrations pop out at the readers' eyes and engage every sense. Touch to turn the calendar, and a flick of the wrist to man the spatula...sight of a crisp, freshly made bed, to smell the earth around a new idea that's planted. I truely loved and feltevery single line. This poem represents motivation at its finest, and most effective. This is meaningful & persuasive without sounding frustrated. It incorporates tenderness. Need I say well done? (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Stevie Taite (11/1/2012 3:22:00 AM)

    You know what..... I can't believe how much this poem has served to touch a nerve. It came about whilst flipping pancakes for my beautiful children, as is the Sunday tradition! . And dad still has one good ear, but wasp damage (yes that's correct) stung the crap out of his outer ear, but inside enough to damage it. (I hate wasps, little bastards) My point is..... HE DRIVES US CRAZY. I know it's not his fault, ('wasp gate' took place about 20 years ago) and I love him dearly and he never will get a hearing aid, but after 20 odd years of being a patient daughter, I had a moment, and wrote a poem. X (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 29 Points Filippo Stella (10/31/2012 6:56:00 PM)

    One day, a father invented the Money. Then, some other fathers, started to make Money. Many other fathers help nowadays this situatios, working and paying taxes, for some drops of air and a hankies of earth, that old fathers teached them to be Freedom. My father is dead. As his bilion of colleagues around the world, he has left to his sons and daughters this big pot of boiling shit that is the World.
    Fathers, please, wouldn't you take the first ship for a never ending holiday Across the Universe? Please, let us try to repair what has never been repaired.

    Ok, sorry to have occupied your space in this way and also with my bad english. I was just reading some poems around, by chance found yours. Unfortunately, I had this thought I have expressed above, since a long time... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 31 Points John Brown (10/29/2012 1:36:00 PM)

    Stevie, I can understand your Dad. I think that part of it, maybe, is vanity; but also, simply not wanting to admit 'defeat' - if you know what I mean. The poem is good by the way. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 3,498 Points Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (10/22/2012 8:39:00 AM)

    Be kind enough to tell him that he needs help and you have to be very careful when you pass the message as the elderly people easily get offended with our gestures, language and mannerism. why we have to force them to lose their pride?
    It is not easy to deal with stubborn old people, but they are kind to certain people whom they trust I had gone through what you wrote here... (Report) Reply

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