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My Sister Is An Alien!

My sister is strange
There's no doubt about it
She's an Alien,  that's why
Just get up and shout it!

Her mind control crying
Gets her anything she wants
I say "That's not fair!"
But she just looks at me and taunts

My sister is strange
There's no doubt about it
She's an Alien,  that's why
Just get up and shout it!

It's just a disguise
I'm on to her
Is she scaly
Or covered in fur

My sister is strange
There's no doubt about it
She's an Alien,  that's why
Just get up and shout it!

She's spying on us
They 're ready to invade
So don't just be frightened
Be very afraid!

My sister is strange
There's no doubt about it
She's an Alien,  that's why
Just get up and shout it!

She knows I'm on to her
She's calling for friends
So run for your life
And hide till it ends

Copyright © James Heseltine | Year Posted 2005

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We built a remembrance sight just for you, dear sister,
   a granite bench with a poem engraved with your name,
      I could always count on you to be my number one listener,
         dear sister, since you died we’ve never been the same.

After your burial we had no clue what to do with your memoirs,
   so every piece of memory you saved was stored in my garage,
      I let the boxes sit for a few years like a natural reservoir,
         that one Friday night I could’ve sworn I saw your mirage.

High school yearbooks, basketball awards and report cards,
   also an old jewelry box I handed down to my daughter,
      I can’t believe how your dear niece took your death so hard,
         but faith and acceptance I am hoping to have taught her.

I still watch your videos so I may always remember your voice,
   rewind…play…rewind…play… I hope to never forget,
      somewhere way deep down I realize you always had a choice,
         now I live in this depressing world full of sorrow and regret.

Flashbacks of the appalling last few weeks of your short life,
   all the mania, car accident while drinking and driving,
      you left us all tortured from your loss and ruined your wife,
         this is why my pen flows freely as I continue my writing.

Tiny mementos and pictures placed gently all over my home,
    frames with cards from you and letters you have written,
      It’s hard but when I recall good times I know I’m not alone,
          in the backyard I sway in the rocking chair you used to sit in.

There was an unfortunate flood during a mid-summers day,
   I had no clue that the garage window was cracked,
      all the items I was saving were sadly washed away,
         those tangible memories I will never get back.

Date Written: May 5, 2016

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

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Hey Sister

Pull your legs together,
Live your life,
Cut down the impression of other,
Lest your life becomes a strife.

Copyright © Nontando Sibanda | Year Posted 2014

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An ode: To a sister about to wed

Now, before my sister 
feels cheated
I have to drop for her 
some lines belated!
You are his honourable 
The reason he left the 
others on the queue!

As into matrimony you 
Peace and subtlety you 
go with I know!
You are his honourable 
The reason he left the 
others on the queue!

The things that make 
him in you happy
I pray will not by HIS 
grace become flappy!
You are his honourable 
The reason he left the 
others on the queue!

Your best behaviours 
and religion
Made him stay by you 
far like a legion!
You are his honourable 
The reason he left the 
others on the queue!

Celestially destined you 
are for him
Terestrially forever 
you will be with him!
You are his honourable 
The reason he left the 
others on the queue!

Space and time again 
will hamper I
So, I have to stop with 
a teary eye!
You are his honourable 
The reason he left the 
others on the queue!

Barakah and Sakinah to 
him you shall be
Aljanat, not hell to you, 
he shall be!
You are his honourable 
The reason he left the 
others on the queue!

Copyright © Adesina Idris Dolapo | Year Posted 2012

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Sister Wife And Uncle Brother

Sister wife and Uncle brother,
didn't really like each other,
so they left it up to me,
which one I liked the best you see.

Sister wife, now she could cook,
not too bad with line and hook,
but Uncle brother had good traits,
why he could name all 40 states!

Both of them were good in bed,
least that's what Cousin mommy said,
but Sister wife she had one ace,
and that there was her purty face.

Her eyes are green, and blue and brown,
one of them looks off toward town,
and she has no hair beneath,
her lovely, crooked yellow teeth.

Uncle brother, he's my friend,
I'll love him to the very end,
but he stops to scratch his britches,
'cause he says it always itches.

It is so embarrassing,
to watch him scratching at that thing,
but what am I supposed to do,
when Sister wife helps scratch it too?

Sister wife and Uncle brother,
suddenly they like each other!
I guess it's just a lucky me,
that has a great big family!

Copyright © Curt Mongold | Year Posted 2008

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The Building of a Moment

The value of a precious novelty
it seems is intricate fragility.
Recall special trinkets kept in a hutch
for display only, not opened to touch.

Keepsakes in prison, upheld, unimpaired.
reminder of events  that once were shared.
One is now kept in a glass étagère
collectible curio set there with care.

Awaiting the finding of a misplaced key,
a new piece tempted curiosity.
Too precious to be ignored, my granddaughter
played with it carefully, warned by her mother.

Rejecting caution, which kids oft ignore
she forgot it, leaving it there on the floor.
The next day, her brother found it with his foot.
One piece now  three pieces, broken,  kaput.

Comes precious moment, happening on my watch.
Crying sister faults her brother for her botch
who then returns accusations with blame.
Common occurrence, accompanied by shame.
Moment develops as we find the glue.
Are there chips still missing?  We find a few.
Together,  three of us talk as we work.
Accountability comes with its perks.

The most precious of moments in history -
when that collectible met surgery.
Years later it stands tall, gathering dust
priceless symbol of joint effort and fuss.

Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2013

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My Sister

        My Sister

Someone to tell, someone to share
my cries, secrets and laughter
thank you for always being there
a most wonderful sister.

         I love you.

Copyright © Maryam Jameela Haniff | Year Posted 2009

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Mom caught my sister at the sink pouring out her soup.
I'd done it first. My poor sister only copied me.
She never snitched on me, yet she got Mom's punishment.
I got to see the movie she did not get to see!

I don't recall if I ever told my sister sorry.
So here's my apology; dear Melanie, you know
I love you bunches, and next time that I see you, Sis,
I'll pay for both the popcorn and your ticket to a show!

March 16, 2016

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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Cathie has helped me be the man
I was always meant to be
Changing my life for evermore
Setting my spirit free

Can't begin to explain to you
How much I love this girl
To my deepest depths and deeper
My friend, my wife, my pearl

We met when she was six years old
Her sister was the prize
But life can sure twist things around
We know not what secrets lie
Brother in law and sister in law
When Linda was my wife
Tragedy struck, Linda was gone
She helped me through the strife

We married two years later
And haven't looked back since
We'll be together till the very end
Of this I am convinced

Cathie is my dear, dear wife
Without her I'd be lost
Life has many twists and turns
Fate caused our paths to cross

© Jack Ellison 2012

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2012

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My, How Buttons Have Changed

In the fifties, my sister and I would play store;
selling ice cream and candy just like our grandpaw.
Granny let us delve into her spare button box
where we found the coins for our special cash drawer.

We sorted them all out by size and by color
marking some as quarters, nickels, pennies or dimes.
Imagination was the best of our playmates;
we even had half-dollars, the rarest of finds.

Last year we two met to go shopping just for fun;
can you guess what awaited me and my sister?
Brand-new buttons made of honest-to-God live coins.
We found all the reg’lar ones, but no half-dollar.

We giggled as we shopped, pretending like old times. 
Strangest thing we discovered along with this find -
the penny buttons? no cheaper than the quarters. 
The cost of the buttons did not match with their kind!

Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2013

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Sister of my Heart


   Sister of My Heart

                            Beloved sister of my heart
                      Is ten years younger than me.
                           By age, as she was a girl just
                        I was a grown up lady.

                    I was deprived of my Mom's affection.
                         She cared for me, unhesitant
                   I took her as my best companion.
                          Since girlhood she is my assistant.

                    I am aggressive, she is introvert
                          We are opposite, by nature not same.
                       Yet she is competent and expert 
                            to deal with my trouble and problem.

               In my circle, I am known to be the wittiest
                    So many friends ask for my advice.
              Yet as my personal advisor, she is the best.
                   She proceeds in silence, but acts nice.
              When older siblings or younger step in         First Place
                       Eve Roper      

Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2015

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Cyber Sister And Brother

Started writing poetry then joined Poetry Soup When submitting a poem I’m really cock a hoop Have a cyber brother I did meet on line Think he's quite amazing his poetry's divine He said one day we were separated at birth His comment amused me and filled me with mirth Soon was confirmed we certainly were twins Both write silly poetry and both have hairy chins My cyber sister Jan started my big old heart a-ticking Since entering my life it's sure been a-clicking Wake up each morning can't wait for sister Jan Even check my inbox before going to the can She never disappoints though we're an ocean apart Start's my motor racing, got a hold of my heart Haven't figured out why I deserve such a friend Separated at birth we'll be friends to the end Noticed on some comments people call him ‘Kenny’ He’d love to sing with Dolly – I guess he’s one of many Jack and Dolly’s greatest hits I see it in my mind But Cathie said no, I guess she’s being real kind From Jack’s picture, think he’s more like a Santa We get on great as bro and sis with much silly banter I’m so very fortunate to find my cyber brother If I had to choose one I couldn’t wish for another It's a well known fact, Brits lack a sense of humour Sister Jan sure puts a kibosh on that silly rumour She makes me cackle and wet my pantaloons Sometimes I snort like a silly old buffoon At my ripe old age of fifty-eight plus twenty Things don't work well, I have heartburn a plenty But the heartburn I have is caused by my love For dear sister Jan's given my heart a big shove Collaboration between J Allison and J Ellison © Jack Ellison 2014

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014

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To my Sister: An Ode

Today is ur day
Sister, be glad and 
For Allah has brought
To you all you 

Forget not to be full
Of thanks and not 
party like the fool
Who tanx Him not 
But complains a lot!

May u see more 
And years with 
courage and not 
In this deen
Islam that fits u as a 

Happy Birthday 
sister me!

Copyright © Adesina Idris Dolapo | Year Posted 2012

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Thank God For Sisters

Sometimes all we need is the love and support of one,
To bring us peace and comfort bright as the burning sun,
Blessed by the Lord for my sister who believes in me,
Support of the truth in the person that she does see.

I took her great advice and love she spoke to me today
To let go of them who lie and not listen to what they say,
I am on my knees for this blessing from the Almighty Lord,
That my own sister will not be slayed by their lying sword.

Copyright © Dawn Gordon | Year Posted 2011

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Your Sister

Many a day your sister’s face doth shine,
And never has her complexion dimmed;
Every time I see her, your beauty doth decline.
Your hair unruly like a tree untrimmed.

Inspired by Shakespeare's Sonnet 18

Copyright © Charline Wan | Year Posted 2012

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Even Kissed My Sister

Ever received a refund from the government
For excitement, nothing even comes close
Totally flipped out, danced around like an idiot
Even kissed my sister, how gross!!!

Going out on the town, gonna eat like a piggie
Gonna drink till I lose my sight
Probably spend a bunch, then spend some more
Till I'm eating Kraft Dinner every night

What good fortune but based on my history
They've probably made a terrible error
Mixed me up with some guy down the street
Who resides at 1060, Unit Four

Now that I've blown the budget for the year
I'll be moving from my current residence
Maybe disappear, pitch a tent in the woods
Eat blackberries from this day hence

Ever received a refund from the government
Please listen to this friendly advice
Make sure they haven't screwed you around
Before you blow what's left of your life!

©Jack Ellison 2012

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2012

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Awful Bipolar

I believed in you. 
You didn’t.
I tried to help you.
You didn’t.
I loved you.
You didn’t.
I felt for you.
You didn’t.

         Trapped in a cell with nowhere to run,
      your fear pricked panic into your feet,
   hitting wall after wall splitting from one,
I grabbed your shoes so we would meet.

         You cried and I cried and we cried together,
      you bled and I bandaged and patched you up,
   I tried as you died and was gone forever,
you just couldn’t receive all the world’s love.

         Trapped in a dungeon with nowhere to scream,
      your tears tricked your soul into needing,
  too much from yourself, or so it seemed,
but you just kept on slicing and bleeding.

You laughed and I cried and I held tightly to you,
the madness in your salty smile terrified me,
how can you be happy with a face so blue?
The illness was evident and it verified to me.

Your disease was confusing and I couldn’t tell,
   if you were here or there or in between,
      it killed me to see you stuck in your mind’s hell,
          flashes of all the mood swings I had seen.

Up and down and over a false mountain,
   you laid and stayed on your back in the snow,
      closing your eyes falling asleep right by the fountain,
         it was time for your weary heart to finally let go.

Time passes and the breeze whispers your name,
   I feel that as each day passes the clock ticks slower,
      no matter my happiness my life’s never been the same,
         as I watched you suffer from that awful bipolar.


Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: May 29, 2016

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

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How did Christ show and prove His divine power

Christ showed and proved His Divine power chiefly by His miracles
Which are extraordinary works that can be performed 
Only by the power received from God
Therefore, His sanction and authority


Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2011

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A Nook And A Storybook

I heard my sister scream like its apocalypse 
Her face red, she looked like a ticked off demon
"Can you believe she took my storybook papa?
Just when it ‘s about sea monsters and sea men"

Mama 's furious! She takes her turn to scream
Comes rushing out, leaving soup on the gas 
"Her tests won’t question about her lovely monsters 
She wouldn’t study and then she won’t pass"

From a demon's face to a puppy's
My dearest sister now pleads and tries 
"Just a page more, mama please now 
About the attacks invading skies"

She sits there, she is thinking 
as she watches our mama sleep 
In the dark she hunts for her storybook 
where is it? Where did mama keep?!

Mama 's smart, she had to admit 
She couldn't find the book, though she tried 
Mama's angel, as she still was 
She didn't eat and a river she cried

Mama gave up for her child's sake 
Whats more, after all, than her sweet child 
She gave back the story book 
And only then, the demon smiled

In the corner, she disappears
With her storybook in her hand 
Into her world of the mysteries,
Of the monsters and the wonderland!

22 April 2016

Copyright © Meenakshi KM | Year Posted 2016

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                                           I REMEMBER SMOKEY

Once when I was just a kid,
My sister eight years older,
My sister's boyfriend came to call,
As we were playing soldier.

Stationed in the jungle we,
Cut off from our troop.
Surrounded by the enemy,
We must escape, regroup.

To do this we must make a stand,
Take out that lone guard.
A local girl distracted him,
So we could hit him, hard.

My sister led him to the porch,
To kiss her friend good night,
Not suspecting they were watched,
Or what we planned that night.

They stood before the porch steps,
In young love's sweet embrace,
I'm sure the neighbors heard his scream,
You should have seen her face.

We snuck up very slowly,
They never heard a sound,
They thought that they were all alone,
With no one else around.

The timing perfect as we leaped,
I yelled to him,"ATTACK!"
And Smokey did as he was told,
He ran straight up his back.

The young boy screamed, jumped off the porch,
And made tracks for his car.
My sister cried to Mama,
"He'll prob'ly have a scar!"

The young boy swore that he was bit,
Felt teeth in his behind.
I grinned and said,"But not the cat,
The teeth he felt were mine."

Mama laughed so hard at that,
That we did not get punished.
My sister went into her room,
Her reputation tarnished.

She felt no boy would date her now,
She had a rabid sister,
Who hung out with a feral cat,
No one could resist her.

So cute and sweet, she had it all,
You'd think she had it made;
But with me no one would call,
She'd die as an old maid.

                                                   Judy Ball

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2011

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Happy Birthday, Sister

Your strength possessed is so admired
I am nothing, except in awe
As all you do, breathes perfection
For you show no sign of flaw

As mothers go, I see your love 
Through the many things you do
As a sister though, I know your love
And it’s always given, true

Another year has come and gone
And I have truly yet to say
How much you mean, how you’re admired
How I look up to you today

As years ago, I was so young
When you were older and so mature
But, I never said what I meant to say
So, I’ll say it now for sure

Happy Birthday, sister
Please take these wishes true
You deserve them all. May it be the best
And know I love you, too

From this brother to his sister
May love and happiness fill your days
I wish you all the very best
And have a very Happy Birthday!

Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008

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Again - a poem by my sister

Builder, build me, you built me a wall
Right round my heart, can't see it at all.
Why are you scared? It's me with the bruises
My breath catches, waits, for whatever he chooses.

Copyright © Annie Brittle | Year Posted 2011

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Sisters on the beach

Chauffeur drove us to the beach for a stroll
to get some air, fun, sun and sand
I remembered to carry my favorite red parasol
so my fragile skin doesn’t burn orange

Mary, my sister, went to her first ball last week
She looked so forlorn every day since then
Today,she opened her heart to speak
as the waves hungrily licked the rock she sat on.

I let the warm balmy sea breeze tousle my hair
She disclosed the Count’s son had asked her to dance
My sister, coming of age, exquisitely lovely and fair
had lost her sole heart to the young man at once

Next day, a bouquet of flowers, arrived for the Miss
with an invitation to tour the Count’s estate 
Mary was worried whether and how to kiss
if the occasion or her prince insisted on it

The deep blue of the ocean ensnared my eyes
Mary blushed and crumbled looking at the flowers
while I thought would it be ladylike and wise
to ask our ladies’ maid the proper way to kiss a guy.

My chance to date will be in a couple of years
I ask the rolling waves what to expect by then 
Surely, I think, some things must change gears
“Kiss or no kiss”, should be discussed like our ensemble.

Written 06/12/2016

Copyright © Sara Chansarkar | Year Posted 2016