Let me tell you what I’ve found, my brother.
The nice guy is the one that’s the struggler,
because the ones who are not, take it for weakness,
and slyly, cowardly, go in for the jugular.
Please spare yourself and don’t try to explain it,
Those cowards court evil like a diabolical cupid.
They haven’t a clue, nor do they want to.
As the ole farmer says “ ya jest can’t fix stupid.”
Shake that well trodden dust off your feet,
Christ’s Gospel is preached by the way we act,
Let’s not get caught up in the worldly ploys.
Come back to Christ’s Kingdom. Let’s stay on track.
Better to be ill thought of with your Christian flag unfurled,
Than to lose His precious Peace, a priceless God given pearl.
written for the real contest of Life and Love
Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2011
My mother’s second marriage and a godsend!
For one became my mom’s devoted son.
Sharp, exuberant, red-haired and fun,
to everyone he met, a truer friend
there could not be than him, who would defend
righteousness and with steadfastness won
success! In life, he would not be undone
until he met, with Fate, an early end.
His life snuffed out, his family - aghast -
It finished fast - no time to blink; inhale!
He passed beyond the veil with wisdom vast
(what treasure you amassed, beloved Dale).
Though in my dreams, with us here, he is cast,
I know he now serves God where angels dwell.
For PD's Contest: Best Dedication Poem
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011
My brother is buried at Arlington National Cemetery. I still remember that day
His Human Heart
He laid red rose upon white casket
Tears were hidden behind dark glasses
People are such righteous asses
This question I just had to ask it
A wounded heart will not outlast it
This human life quickly passes
This human dream was love’s excess
Why was his love so very wrong?
Gender doesn’t really matter
Human dreams are still shattered
He laid red rose upon white casket
Was their love so very wrong?
The question I just had to ask it
His human heart still sang love’s song.
Copyright © Linda Barr | Year Posted 2012
To My Brother on His Birthday
You’ve been to me a brother and a friend
A great support and comfort through the years
The sadness of my life with joy you blend
And when I cry, you help to wipe the tears
To childlike eyes you were the hero great
I stood amazed at strength and boyish skill
As King and Queen we played to challenge fate
Our little games, a source of wondrous thrill
You made me want to be the very best
To rise above the challenges of life
The bar you raised and helped me pass the test
And made me thrive despite the inner strife
Much more than brother, dear, you are to me
You are a source of strength and constancy
June 18, 2015
My brother, Armond, is four years older than I am. It's his birthday today, and I wrote a little sonnet in his honor. He wrote a lovely poem for me on my fortieth, which is framed and hanging on my wall. I can't describe the source of inspiration that Armond is to me. He is an intellectual giant. He has his doctorate in Accounting from the University of Calgary. He is a fantastic teacher. Everything he sets his mind on doing, he can do. I've lived in his shadow in more ways than one! ;) He plays the piano better than I do...when he joined my French class, he outdid me. He's just amazing. Recently, he attended my MA thesis defense and just knowing he was there gave me courage. :) He has always been there to help me with my struggles, and I'm truly blessed to have him in my life. :)
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015
In many dreams of you, I wish
If I could get my hands on the wings
If only I could come over to you now,
It would be the best moment in my life.
Alone in a cool evening
With the light of a candle and the breeze from afar
And then the moment would draw close
And the night would become our friend
And nature would support our breathe
And our dream would seem simple
And nightmare be far from us
For the moment would be the beginning of a new era
And the dawn would bring joy
Happiness and love
Copyright © Philip Odiete | Year Posted 2014
Brought U up 2 know right from WRONG
Was hard on U so you’d B STRONG
Looked up 1 day & U was GONE
Chasin Raw Dollaz, go getta getting ON
Somebody told me U got crossed at the SPOT
One drop of a dime & the Block got HOT
Held back my tears, got ova the SHOCK
Swallowed my fears, put my jewels in HOCK
I know at first it was done for ME
That’s why I come to set U FREE
So U may Repent B4 U enter a PLEA
Face the consequence multiplied by THREE
I got this feeling this may Be my DOIN
2 hard on U coulda lead to yo RUIN
My bad lil one I didn’t KNOW
I held so much love I failed to SHOW
U needed yo Momma, it makes me SAD
I worked all nite, neva knew yo DAD
But you’ll be A’ite, give it time you’ll SEE
It’z hard to admit but U a beast like ME
Datz why I accept U 4 who U ARE
A man, A Felon, My Sun, My STAR
Copyright © tone jaxson | Year Posted 2011
With the love of my brother I was bonded,
And of such, I was blinded,
I failed to see his quality in others,
And I compare other love with his
His love was with trust and understanding,
His love was with care and kindness,
His love was with equal and sweetness,
His love was with courage and mindful
Not because he was my brother,
But because he was a man of sober,
And always in less violent and more verbal
He is Precious.
And so I find it difficult to have such where he is not there,
And with this, thus, I have none love left for others
Copyright © Philip Odiete | Year Posted 2014
Dad is pushing up daisies today.
He did away with himself on New Year’s Day.
He lodged a bullet into his own chest.
Less than a week later, he was laid to rest.
Down to Atlantic City, you and Mom would roam.
All our depressed father could do was stay home.
You desired to dump more money in a casino.
Dad pleaded with you not to go.
What a horrible scene you witnessed with your eyes.
Our father fashioned his very own demise.
Of course, you were filled with regret.
However, you too easily disregard and forget.
Even that didn’t stop you from losing your money.
Do you think destroying yourself is funny?
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2013
Am I my brother's keeper? I'm suppose to be.
But you continuously dig deeper in misery.
A sad state you put our love in.
You can be my brother but not my friend?!
Blood is thicker than water, so they tell me.
But my heart is left for the slaughter unfortunately.
I wonder how a brother could turn his back on his own?
I ponder if you'll even care when I'm dead and gone.
When I call on you, where you at?
You leave the world to walk over me like the bottom of a doormat!
I'm your brother 'til the end, that's reality.
You allowed your pride to destroy your spirituality.
Am I my brother's keeper? I am, and I will always be!
It's a guarantee we will forever remain family!!!
Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2010
Some Advice in This Sonnet
A few words of advice in this sonnet:
Don’t hurt, if you too don’t like to be hurt.
When bad deeds return, you might regret it.
So watch your deeds, and take care of your words.
Always know that from above you’re being watched.
On your right and left are angels writing –
Collect whatever good deeds you may lack,
To please God and meet Him while He’s smiling.
Avoid supplications prayed against you,
Especially those of righteous Muslims.
Beware of everything you see and do –
Know that on Judgment Day, you’ll be questioned.
Obey Allah’s Rules, and good you shall get.
If you displease Allah, yours is regret.
Miriam / Mariam Mababaya
Copyright © Mariam Mababaya | Year Posted 2012
I was twelve years old, it was one Halloween night
My brother was driving me in his old beat up car
He had been told to take care, and keep me in sight
He sighed, threw up his hands, and gave me "that" glare!
We drove awhile...it was cold, spooky and dark
Instead of trick or treating, we continued our ride
In front of his best friend's house, he quickly parked
Told me to stay put in the car...then went on inside
I sat a bit afraid...then out of the dark, the devil said Boo to me!!!
Looked into the window!! ..I screamed, grabbed the keys...threw a fit, locked the doors
The devil was my brother.......all dressed up...he had tiptoed through trees!
His friend was laughing hysterically.....they thought they had scored!!
What they didn't know.... when I had taken the keys
I'd tossed them out of the window and into the leaves!!
(A true story!!
ps...After an hour or so, on hands and knees looking for the keys
we found them finally.................and yes!! He finally took me trick-or-treating!
We are still laughing over this story, many years later!
Actually, he is was and is a terrific brother, by the way,
but still throws up his hands occasionally
and gives me "that" glare..Lol!!)
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2010
LETTER TO A SORE BROTHER, BEAUTIFUL SISTER (DEDICATED TO MY BROTHER’S AND SISTER’S LOVE)
Early jungle makes me a desire
To be alone in the belly of our dear beautiful mother
Because our growing up is such and irony
Which made me rejoiced each moment this time
That wishes were never allowed to be rose
For men of wrong mind to buy
There in my childhood irony moment
We fought as if it is created share hatred
We wish for all except one that pays a little pain
For i held back from all
As all held back from me and other all
Indeed, people taught that our life is a share pain
A sore injury to the world of love
Because i loved each moment my brother bleed from our father’s hell
I went behind the scene to celebrate my goal
kindly, the moment is always become
As i happily shun and damn the future
... who did you think you are with my future
I sometimes ignorantly murmur as a child
In my little kingdom emptiness, i rejoice in the brothers pain
A little hatred of thee, a more love of me
I love each time i am loved alone
To hate thee by my blood and cause sheepishly i became and honour
As this irony grows into something still ironic
I wish my pain could allow my pen speak plain
To cry such an awesome deep and sore blood
At each moment the rain of thee bath me thoroughly
To see thee share all to have me clothed
To borrow from the enemy to have me homed
even to lose all from the gods to make sure that i have all from the goddess
The brother even stole to have me meal
More like the blood and doing of the mother, it shared abroad
As brothers all lie to have me protected
Much illiterate to make me the literate king
Oh bleed me death less i say this pain of love
Sisters risk of the night, the horror evil men to see a smile in this lips of mine
That i wish never remember the selfish boyhoodness
Ay! How i see my brother’s cry in his desolation
Not for him or for his little joy
But for the pain of a dear brother
To save all only to loose all to life a brother
Its pain of the ugly moment in a close death
It was determined and death paid of thee
But the brother and sister’s coming death
Woke brothers will up, sisters ghost down
I need to save my brother
Leave my life to save my brother
And take it once his breath is back
There the sacrifice of a dear brother made me desire
Never a child as this in my next world
Because you are a brother, a beautiful brother
A sister, very handsome sister that i hold dearest to my breath
And love dearest to my heart beat
Copyright © CHUKWU DABERECHI | Year Posted 2011
Daddy's underemployed cain't pay all the BILLS
When it gets so hard U see y people STEAL
Trust Me Bruh, I know how ya FEEL
Exhausted from runnin, trouble nippin at ya HEELZ
Brotha slow down, ain't u had ENUFF?
Put that bundle down, this ain't no BLUFF
Now u messed around & got ya new shoes SCUFFED
When they grabbed U & slammed U, into HANDCUFFS
Man itz tuff, yea I'll give u THAT
Sometimes muffed up as a matter of FACT
But U can't let the BS hold u BACK
Cuz sometimes it be just like THAT
Nobody said it would be easy, it wasn't BEFORE
My ancestors’ blood left open a DOOR
But that don't mean we won't struggle TOO
Who was that who said life's hard? Itz TRUE
So gather yo witts, strength & good WILL
We at war with them & ourselves fa REAL
Neva nonchalant cuz itz a big DEAL
Trust me Bruh, I know how U FEEL.
Keep ya head Up
Written & copyrighted by Tone Jaxson
Copyright © tone jaxson | Year Posted 2011
Before I could walk, he took me by the hand,
encouraged my steps and watched me land.
I was his brother he would never possess,
with long blond curls and a frilly dress.
He taught me to climb trees as soon as I could run,
took me frog hunting and to shoot a gun.
Took me to the barn loft to jump in hay,
always taught me to have fun everyday.
As we both age in years, he teaches me,
whether or not he knows how much I see.
I recall the songs his voice use to sing,
the smiles of happiness he use to bring.
Divided by miles he still teaches me,
for the love he shows is his guarantee.
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2010
A bad break came to my kid brother Curly.
It happened during the filming of “Half Wit’s Holiday”.
A stroke at his age is considered too early.
He will be unable to act they say.
A replacement for Curly is needed right away.
I told them Babe’s condition is temporary.
The studio is auditioning candidates today.
I insisted Curly will be back, you’ll see.
However, our producers said they disagree.
We need a third Stooge immediately.
I mentioned my older brother Shemp as a possibility.
They said Shemp looks too much like me.
I told them to take Shemp now that Curly is gone.
If not, then the Three Stooges will walk on.
Information obtained from the late Moe Howard's autobiography.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
My big brother
My big brother watches me
And scares bad dreams away
My big brothers plays with me
And makes my bed each day
My big brother fights with me
But I don't really care
When I need somebody to help me
My brothers always there
He says that he's annoyed with me
But I know that's not true
Cause my big brother really loves me
And I love my brother too.
Dedicated to my six younger brothers, especially to Ethan who, as the youngest, looks up to all ten of us kids in a similar fashion.
Copyright © Hannah Corey | Year Posted 2015
Just because you can
Sailing ships away is easier then returning them back to port with red tainted monther land sand to perpetuate a pain then will later pledge a society by man’s evil hands. That pain for years mixed with fears with not allowed to be talked about but commanded to understand un the lie that its over since we took or gave this here still dos and riot shields bring fear but said don’t live her in the USA but you so ok anyway
Just because you can
Doesn’t mean that dad decides to divide instead of reside where you and your mother standed or hides due the facet of the lack of manhood hes had inside doesn’t mean in years of upset stomachs and hearts that barly can comprehend we mend to you push to be the subliminally by the same man just to act the same way he said the I can cause his father was that type of man
Just because you can
So why do we knock her image As pristine as created. Only because her back history oh my mistake black listing the trust only because her power to change you cant clame and Her future is in her youth so what truth she know must be detroyed by you simply because if you cant control beauty you must define it so what you name call and taunt till her mind is frail as yours is for sale yet you say this life she lead has nothing to do with mine but you buy her and promote her so she is proud of being loose perpetuated for a dime. Instead of you being man enough to hold her at night tell her you are scared to lose her always chose her love and never to hide wife that makes you a man even when society saids your are soft to even want just to hold ur hand you can feel alright but that feeling you fight
just because you can
Kats get shot for spaces on concrete cracks and due to lack better parent hood into and not around the project Mat . To be truthful in my city no one is met with love only homelessness so quick aint easy cause everybody got a contact to get some compact and can change a life that’s what they all say but prob just another scared kid. So many og’s lie, and help you die like they can’t or control what you eat and what time so of course there is crime and I thank its real I just wanna know what’s on your mind cause doc a glock got mine a color you wear determents whether ur bloodline dies at his had of a kid wanna be hard at one five or are you alive but dead week and you sit waiting on death in a Bed
Just because you can
Copyright © Joshua Rhodes | Year Posted 2014
Two thousand seven was the first
of "seventeenth" phone calls he's made.
"Hello, what cha doing?" his line.
Each month our computers coerce
with rapt attention we persuade
our faces and minds to entwine.
The conversation unrehearsed
we Skype as two friends on crusade
to prove that our thoughts still align.
As the day approaches, I thirst
for updates on his escapades.
The seventeenth is by design.
March seventeenth is our birthday -
Pat, my twin, lives in Paraguay.
written 28 March, 2016
A trilonnet is a form of poetry, created by Shelley A. Cephas. A type of sonnet it is a 14-line poem divided into four tercets followed by a couplet. The tercets are unrhymed but the couplet is rhymed. The tercets use a linked rhyme scheme, rather than rhyming within themselves. Two patterns of linking rhyme are suggested: Form 1: ABC ABC ABC ABC DD or Form 2: ABC CBA ABC CBA DD. Iambic tetrameter or iambic pentameter is suggested.
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2016
Welcome Back Li’L Brother
Written by: D. Collins 8/5/15
Welcome back Li’L Brother we’re glad to see you
That green-eyed monster that’ll bring D.C. anew.
Word on the street is you’re coming Ill-Na-Na.
And the old school brothas are down like it’s the law.
Welcome back Li’L Brother, we have surely missed you.
Tom Joyner in the morning is not what I like listening to.
Donnie knows about Cameo and a little Keith Sweat.
Instead of talk radio, he gets the women’s panties wet.
I’ve been tryin’ to told ‘em, Donnie ain’t no joke.
He is the answer for those who just don’t know.
Welcome back to the city you once set ablaze.
Any MC out there, make them your slave.
Welcome back Li’L Brother to the word on the street.
We’ll give you a pass because you are just like me.
Born and bread to that in which you cannot escape.
Giving life to the airwaves in abstract form and shape.
Copyright © Darrell Collins | Year Posted 2015
When those words are spoken, written, to be a man or not,
Buzz says the bee, to discover what is he?
When the vortex of brains come calling all to reveal plots,
On dripping lips with open mouths that are caves of echoes, opened with skeleton
The makeup of a man with gray and white matter speaking to him,
Seats of consciousness much more grandeur than the largest auditorium,
Fleshy pods of minds, bodies, and souls, that are glass snakes with broken penis
Regeneration of anger, hate, sorrow, despair, and love trapped in the hearts
Driving on streets with war bonnets making exchanges with Julius Cesear in the
Boxing wrongs reminding us that we are men, and men we are,
Love letters from Sappho, slapping vulnerability, and veneered with eroticized heat,
Ermine men with life lessons spitting out the memories of nightmares,
Graveyards of bones with worm infested skulls, and dreams at rest,
To be a man in life, to be a man in death, here, and there, he must live or die the
Copyright © R Scorpious | Year Posted 2011
He waved at us
Such a good fellow
Or so we thought
Now the eclipse is gone
And faces now brighter
We saw trails
He was the one
He that took our position
And drank our portion
Of the libation
Given to us all
Yet he calls himself a brother
If such is brotherhood
Shall I stay brother less?
Copyright © Magnus Nwagu Amudi Esq | Year Posted 2008
Here I stand beside a well lite candle I can't deny
I muse at how all that you are as I put you back
Within my mellow moisture of nights mild and elusive so bleak as black
Of all things glowing tenderly as tram Bo leans flow beneath my eye.
Or beside my window which had what task to which fingers do ply.
I thus plod all alone waiting-wondering just a need for lack
Often I answer the all wanting more eager because of Jessie or Jack
Therefore, God is to be perfect of all beauty and purpose to which God is all to glorify.
May you come into and enter our home as your fading fire
To forcefully mend your first and vital candle upon your close hearts vault:
Now I'm telling you, you are master of your own desire
To whatever hinders your lightened beam to which has blinded you to a fault.
Now you can ask yourself are you adept at the lower handed which could make you a liar
And unconsciencely cast out a quick spend cost like savor of salt.
Written: Nov.3, 2015
Note: Jessie and Jack are my twin brothers; they seem to always be into some small kind of trouble. Nothing to do with the law. Just brotherly fighting and arguing.
Copyright © Yvonne De Carlosa | Year Posted 2015
Our death of soul steals slowly through the years
the fog of mind that's never known to be;
brought on by laughter, love, and hate and tears
the fate of all no one can ever see.
It brings the withering of life, and all its leaves,
once green and shining in the morning sun,
now setting on it all, in evening grieves
for lack of interest in what life has done.
Compassion leaves the mind, once fired and prime
and old and tired now beats the heart we knew
life now mundaned by passing of all time,
there's little left the heart would like to do.
Old one, you're numbered to your final breath.
Your rest is not until it's done in death.
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2011
The Door of Solitude
It was the door I remember most it had been
optimistic green once but now dripped of rots
only tears can produce. Like walking into a portal
you know if the door opens you pace into
dejection and be enveloped by the dismay of
people who hated one another but cut not
unknot a union bound by threads of misery.
The yard was full of car parts that never would
be assembled and batteries oozing sadness
no jump lead would bring back to life.
The door didn’t open a bit of relief, like when
a stalled car on a dark road suddenly starts.
I did see a flutter on a dirty curtain but knew
it was too late to help my brother back to sanity.
Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2013
When was it that you became different?
You were never like this before ever.
Everything you used to do; efficient.
You're so intelligent, your bonds; you sever.
I cannot believeyou changed, you're altered.
When was it that you became dofferent?
Everything you used to do; sufficient.
You've come so far, yet you have just faltered.
I do hope you see soon enough, whats happened.
For you wede blinded bg gour own selfish greed,
Your wits have been blunt and dull; less sharpened.
Since your blindness you have neve ever.been freed.
Your a sycophant, an adulator; your a grovelor.
I am just floor'd; how you've become; brownoser.
Copyright © Lajorne Ferguson | Year Posted 2012
Gone and Forgotten
Brotherhood is a word used not enough.
Years past a week was set to celebrate.
Now are those who shrug and say, “That’s tough.’’
People not like themselves they just berate.
In old times the need was to integrate.
Once again it is how to stay alive.
Innocent folk meet with a deadly fate.
For life alone we must so truly strive.
Oh how I pray that reason will prevail,
and in this battle with due boldness stride.
Let not the people render long a wail,
endure agony from a ripped divide.
Our modern way spurns care for each other,
ignoring acts that make us all brothers.
Do you know when it's National Brotherhood Week? Well, it used to be National Brotherhood Week. In 1934, the National Conference for Christians and Jews NCCJ) came up with the idea of celebrating National Brotherhood Week during the third week of February. But it only lasted through the 1980s. Looking back on the political climate since the end of National Brotherhood Week, it seems that we could use a little more brotherhood year round. But for the past 3 decades, we haven't even been able to manage one week.
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2016
My Sister's Easy
She's got her life just like it always was
but now her cryin's got our family fare
confused at best, because of what she does,
she never thinks nobody else should care!
She wears her skirts up to her--you know what
and ev'rybody knows she's just a flirt
but now she's got herself pg, and not
about to tell the truth for that would hurt!
She's cryin rape, cause she don't know just who
made her that way, that night was so much fun
and they were all so drunk, they never knew
what they were doing until it was done.
And I bet she will never change her ways
she's easy and I bet that's how she stays.
Many times the girls' siblings are the harshest critics of all.
Contest Mom, I'M PREGNANT
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2011
A troubled mind; a troubled soul
You show no remorse or any regret
Those hateful words you bellowed that day
Are tearful words I’ll never be able to forget
Your mental psychosis and misery within
Are the exact same traits I share with you
The only difference between you and me
Is the hate you illustrated; I could never do
As we grew up we had our little quarrels
Just as brothers and sisters frequently do
But never once did you see in my eyes
The hatred and disgust I sadly saw in you
My heart keeps telling me to forgive you
And remember exactly who and what we are
But your inconsistencies and irrational patterns
Have left me frightened and forever scarred
Frightened to give you my trust once more
As I reluctantly have so many numerous times
So I’ve decided to close this chapter in my life
Saying Goodbye is my piercing heartfelt ending rhyme
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Copyright © Stacy Stiles | Year Posted 2007