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Sister Ballad Poems | Ballad Poems About Sister

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Prayers For My Sister

My sister Shelia is in need of some prayers,
She hit her head in a bad fall,and at times she not here.
Her left side is paralised,with no hope in sight,
Only prayers give her the strength to fight.

I can see the hurt in her eyes , each time i go visit,
Not knowing what went wrong or why she was admitted.
We tell her she had a stroke,and there is no cure,
Only God and his goodness can help her for sure.

We ask Angels to watch over here through out the night,
Dont let her stray, but keep up the fight.
If the prayers are so many , i am sure God will hear,
Put peace in her mind ,so she no longer holds fear.

I would thank you so much and im sure my sister will too,
To know what perfect strangers prayers can do.
It can open peoples eyes , that could never see,
People get up and walk,with two busted knees,

Sickness get cured in a blink of an eye,
The power of prayer would never die.


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My Sisters


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A Better Life...

A Better Life

I don't know why she hides,
I don't know why she shivers,
I don't know why she cries,
I don't know why she quivers,

Daddy's girl is all alone,
And I don't know how to help her,
Daddy's world is all but blown,
And I don't know what to tell her,

What happened to her confidence,
And her self assured way,
Which used to be so prominent,
In all she did or would say,

Who stole my little girl’s heart,
And drove her to such confusion,
She now slowly does her part,
As if all she has is illusion,

She knows I would kill any other man,
For doing such harm to my little girl,
But this is much more than I can stand,
As it has forever blown apart my world,

They took ‘steps’ to the next level,
And now they each look to me in despair,
I warned them each to be careful,
But the forbidden fruit they shared,

Now I look at one without trust,
Yet I still love my son so very much,
I still hold her distant as I must,
But she needs Daddy’s healing touch,

Why do I have to be the bad guy,
When my children need my help,
I pushed one out and I still cry,
While I can't help her help herself,

There is no way to win here,
And my tears won't stop falling,
I have lost them both I fear,
And my fears won't stop calling,

I don’t know what to do anymore,
Or how I can help either of them,
Both children my heart cries out for,
But the truth is neither can win, 

And for this my darling kids,
I am so sorry I can’t decide,
Which to disown or which to kiss,
When I am actually on both your sides,

So I pray that both her and him,
Of whom I am so very proud,
Do not give up and become victims,
Who wear this pain like a shroud,

I pray both of you hear my advice,
Get over this hardship and understand,
This lesson with its terrible price,
Is one where you do as best you can,

To forgive and move on from here,
Without Dad having to choose a side,
And to let go of all that you fear,
If you want to grow to have a better life.


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Grandma and the Selkie

My grandmother came from Ireland from far across the sea. She had romantic tales to tell to Sister and to me. She angered my darling mother by filling up our heads with stories of the little folk who lived beneath our beds. She whispered us a secret that our mama didn’t know. She said that it would be better if we would keep it so. When she crossed the sea from Ireland, she had a little lad. He was already two years old before she met Granddad. She told Grandfather her story, a selkie stole her heart. He came as a handsome mortal and fooled her from the start. He loved her and then he left her, was claimed back by the sea. The only thing she had of him was a wee lad to be. She knew right from the start, her son was borrowed fom the sea. In time his tie to land would end however long that be. She watched him growing tall, with dread, as handsome as his sire. He wandered near or wandered far, girls gathered to admire. Before our eyes our grandma changed and she became the girl who long ago had loved a man who set her heart awhirl. He had deep eyes of darkest brown, and unreal velvet skin. He charmed her as no Irish lad would know how to begin. “Where is he then, our dear uncle?” My sister and I cried. “I guess the folks who knew him well, would tell you that he died. They saw him walking by the sea, watching the tide come in. Though we searched for many a day he was not seen again.” Now when I see the silky seals on warm rocks in the sea I fancy one is a selkie, who looks a bit like me.
( I have read that male selkies are very handsome in their human form and have great seduction powers over mortal women. Poor grandma then was a young Irish lass, full of dreams and he was so handsome. In their true form they look very much like seals.)


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Emotional Outbreak

A frustration that can cannot be abated,
Knives flashing in the blindingly brilliant Sunshine.
Blood drops spattered across the delicate petals 
of white roses clutched in a child's small fist.
horror lances through her body it reacts before her mind does,
all the years of self control suddenly break away,
a woman sits only in a peaceful garden,
not at peace, but thoughts whirling like a deep
malovolent tornado,
as she thinks about the lonely years,
of that little girl that lurks beneath the
surface wanting ,needing, and waiting for
a god to be able to reunite her with now,
 her mother, sister, and older loving overprotective brother.


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sugar was not there

Tried to drink my coffee black 
cuz Sugar was not there.

I miss you terribly.

I think of you always
you're so apart of me.

I miss Mom
do you?

I cried myself to sleep
when everyone forgot me 
at the same time.

I tried to sweeten up my life
but Sugar was not there.

A stupid boy said he'd date me
just to dump me
but you weren't here to tell.

One time I wrote a poem
and called you Sugar and it fit
so this is about you.

I love you. 
I love you.
I love you.


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toast of the town

You know,
you're the toast
you're the toast of the town.

As like an old fashioned movie star
as anyone could be you are.
Bloomed straight out of this ground
you are the toast of the town.

Surrounded by children of farmers 
and small-town folk you are
no wonder you stood out
different than any girl around.

Gershwin tunes always in her pretty head,
Gene Kelly her all-time favorite.
You know he wrote her back once?
No one her age even knows who he was 
but she does.

You're a blueberry,
best friend Kerri
only good girl
left in this little world.
You're a swing set,
five miles to run yet
potatoes in hand
girl cuz you read it in a book and

don't ever wanna grow old
and I don't think you ever will.
Sally on the window sill
and she loves you...


No one in this village knew what it held
but one boy who told her what he felt:
"Look around,
you know,
you're the toast of the town."


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I'm a Biker

I have brothers and sisters
Not by blood, by an unspoken bond
Some wear leather some wear lace
We all ride our bikes to and fro

We are a community within a community
We know what one is thinking just by a look
Based on Respect ,mutual trust
We live, love and laugh just like you

We ride the twisted, curvy roads
Wind in our face, no destination
Sound of our engine, appreciating nature
The smell of the grasslands

We're like the indians
With our own reservation
We're like cowboys, who ride a horse
Ours is a steel horse

We protect each other
And will help out anyone
Funds are raised, toys for tots
Breast cancer awarness
A family who just lost a loved one

I'm the sister who saved your daughters life
I'm the brother who protected your son
I'm a mother a father, a daughter a son
A sister a brother, an aunt an uncle

We love the same as you and yours
Our family is bigger, the ties run deep
So next time you see us, remember this
One of us might be the one to save your life


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Dear Sister

Oh my dear Sister so precious to my heart,                                                   
 how doeth I ache within to hear your sweet voice once again. 
 to see your beautiful smile abound upon thy lovely and caring face, 
 a memory I shall hold always, and will Embrace.
 for when Tears shall fill my eyes,  then comfort will I take;
 knowing  you dwell in A Heavenly place.
 for in the arms of the Creator God is your Resting place. 
 For a Dear Angel has he Received,  one so wonderful as thee.
 that you may place a Kiss upon his cheeks, and a smile on his face.
 so until the time when he shall gather us all together Once again.  
 Know that we love you always and forever. Amen 



         Poet: John J Myers


Copyright ©2009 John J Myers


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Young Soldier

I was a boy not quit seventeen,
I enlisted when I was sixteen…

Wanting to serve my country…

I had no family it was just 
my sister and me…

My mother had died, when
 I was very young, new family
 adopted me…

My sister was also adopted,
 by another family…

As you can see, it was just
 my sister and me…

It wasn’t long before my adopted
 family, first my new father died 
then my new mother, followed him…

She missed him so much, for
 she had a broken heart,
 that wouldn’t mend …

I went to war as a little boy,
 came home a man…

As you see I was just sixteen…

The time was at “Chaute Thierry”,
doing world war one…

As a young man I thought we won… 

Standing behind a cannon as 
it was fired, shell casing discharging 
from the breach, sent hot shrapnel 
and pain into my foot… 

Sent me to hospital where I
 laid in pain, until they treated me, 
sent me home, with crippled foot, 
shrapnel of imbedded in my foot, 
as well as the pain in my foot…

I’ve never been able NOT to work,
 even though I have shrapnel
 in my foot, walk with a limp, and 
have pain in my foot everyday…

Now you can see, that it didn’t
keep me from work…

Though I was wounded during
 war, no purple heart was given
 this boy a young soldier…

Wasn’t until my son wrote our
 Congressman, explaining what had
 happen, and what hadn’t been done…

Took over fifty years, but I got my
 purple heart, thanks to my son for 
what he done…

I would have gone to my grave,
 for I wouldn’t have said anything,
 as I hadn’t for years, for I thought it
 was their job, to recognize what I
 had done…

My family was proud, of what I’d
done, but I feel, that they were more 
proud of me now…

Only told my story a few times,
 mostly to a few close friends, and my
 children, for it was part of history…

Now you know my story, the young 
soldier, just boy…

By Sandra L. Hoban
©2006

This poem was written and dedicated to my father who served as an infantry soldier during World War I. This is also dedicated to all those who have served our country and was wounded or lost there life while serving, not just World War I but all wars, conflicts and military police actions.


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