Best Sibling Poems
Once, I’d stood beside a man
Who, with heart and soul o’erwrought,
Silently searched for answers, but answers found him not.
His sister recently had passed from Earthly life to next,
And left her brother standing, filled with emptiness.
We stood within a classroom, throbbing with life and youthful confidence,
Listening to strangers speak of futures in terms of choice and providence.
When above the din of music and deafening teenaged discourse,
I thought I heard his spirit cry
“What choices do we truly have-when comes the time to die?”
How? and why? His queries all began
Echoing voices of a preceding time, to which my mind sped swiftly in reverse
To that moment when I’d stood besides another man,
Who, with sighing, held his sister in his thoughts, and in
Speechlessness did he with her converse,
Wondering, each, about his dying.
We’d stood within a bustling airport crowd,
Listening with half-ears to strangers chatting,
With boisterous busy-ness about their day’s importance.
While I, in their unawareness, sought a way to say goodbye
To a man whose life linked mine; by merit of our birth and love.
Fore’er, our hearts entwined.
I looked then to my brother’s face and thought
How does one rout this wretched misery?
Where does one turn to quell the pain?
What choices do I really have to make my loved one well and whole again?
From all cancerous affiliations, a remedy we then sought.
So now a brother and a sister stood, reflecting upon what went before.
From science and from God, we asked from both a comfort and a cure.
My friend, the questions asked by you
Were those the same by me,
And though we asked the questions,
The answers to the whys and hows
Unheeded they did go
Though in their stead One Truth was given-
It is not in the dying that choices can be made,
But in the way we do our living.
We were not children of privilege,
But truly didn't know it.
If our mama had a favorite,
She surely didn't show it.
Lewis was the eldest of seven
And took his position seriously.
Lloyd was playful and Charlie a joker
Who could make us laugh hysterically.
Glenn the fourth son, a peaceful lad,
Was very big and strong.
He was the baby for four years,
Before I came along.
I was the long wanted daughter
And youngest until nearly three,
When my sister Gladys was added,
The perfect playmate for me.
Seven years later Our Baby Joe,
Was born in the fall.
We welcomed him and he became
The beloved pet of all.
Our mother and daddy were loving
And never lost control.
We each had our own special place
And played a definite role.
I loved my brothers and sister
And I simply don't recall
An instance of sibling rivalry.
I think there was none at all.
My parents deserve the credit
For raising a happy brood,
Who loved and cared for each other
As brothers and sisters should.
won hm
don't let me see you on my street
or creepin through my window
I immensely want your head hanging
on my living room wall
I plan to hunt you down very soon
So don't go making my chase easy
I wish you were not a sibling of mine
I wish you weren't in my mind
But your spying and childish games
are grounds for me to go insane
You must learn the hard way
I really wish you would escape.
There once was a sister most prosaic
Who's love for her kin was most archaic
She turned a blind eye
To horrible lie after lie
And ignored her sibling's mind of mosaic
Girl
Baby
Born last month
To brother’s wife
An ocean of joy to grandma,my mom
Were you so glad Ma, when my son was born
I dared to ask
Teasing her
Just for
Fun
Shush!
Stop it
Silly girl
Gulp down envy
She chided me like I was ten years old
Written on:07/15/2016
Sacred Saturday
Sibling Saturday Sabbath
A special sister
We must not take everything for granted
Freedom of speech, your voice
Poverty and war
ravages in large parts of the world
What is important to focus on
A dialogue with respect,
whether one agrees or not
One must listen and learn
as sibling of the same mother
Where a seed can sprout to a new plant
Grow in large groups in grass meadows,
and in roadside around the world
A guarantee of the present and the future
Work hard to create an earth where peace can flourish
The day is here now: Let all the colors of the rainbow shine
and ...
'Roses from all nations scintillate in complete harmony'
24.02.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Poetic lines from a Poetry Soup Poet
- Maria Williams Poetry Contest
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'Roses from all nations scintillate in complete harmony'
A Rose by any other Name - by Maria Williams
2nd place in the contest
she is my sister.
he is my brother.
she tough me how draw.
he tough me how to play the computer.
she tough me how to sing.
he tough me how to direct the story.
she tough me how punish your enemy.
he tough me to be my self.
she tough me to be "cool".
he tough me to be smart.
she tough me how to deal with people who weren't.
he tough me how to be listened to.
she tough me how to be jealous.
he tough me to depend on him.
she tough me how to scream through slammed doors.
he tough me that he loved me.
she tough me how that i was annoying "on purpose".
he tough me how to be creative.
she tough me how to have structure.
he tough me to throw away everything that was painful.
she tough me how to not care about another person.
i tough myself to completely depend on my brother to support me when no one else did.
and then the tough me how to leave for college.
she tough me not to feel so sentimental and sad.
i tough her that she could shut it.
she tough me that onward silence is better then forgiveness.
i tough her that ...i didn't care.
she tough me that she liked being alone, and wasn't sympathetic.
i tough her i didn't care about that either.
time passed
high school started.
she tough me how to get on the right bus.
she tough me that the art teacher i had was horrible.
she tough me who i should avoid.
she tough me to trust her to drive me to school.
and then a funny thing happened.
she tough me how to in the car.
she tough me how to "get the boy".
she tough me to watch anime.
she tough me how to have structure.
The child was getting tired of being teased
Words flowed from her brother's mouth unfiltered
Had he more vocabulary he'd spew.
She didn't care on that morning if she pleased
She went to the icebox unbewildered
milk threw
We all stood in shock, except her brother
Drenched to the degree of being drowned, whew!
But equal to his cruel out of kilter
words. He's thinking there's ways other to
stir stew
Here in the south sometimes we say of a person that they are stirrer of trouble and we used some different terminology(vocabulary) sometimes.
I used icebox instead because refrigerator would not fit, so going back to my youth when some people still had an icebox.
My understanding of this form is 11 lines. Ten syllables per line except for the 6th line and the 11th line which are suppose to be two one syllable words or a one two syllable word which both syllables are pronounced equally. Really don't understand stressed and unstressed. LOL
Rhyme scheme is : a,b,c,a,b,c d,c,b,d,c
A rope-line of commitments
keeps me busy and hobbled;
unable to move elsewhere
a difficult situation.
It’s like going on the whole rigmarole
prepared to sacrifice, willing to serve;
open to be wounded and -
attend to whatever needs to be done.
Oh, certain kinds of experience
make me realize it’s enduring
to get involved in the messiness
that life holds to each of us.
Seeing the aftermath of events,
unfolded in many settings;
a gauge to decipher life’s messages
having one’s heart in the right place.
Like Johann Sebastian Bach’s style
there’s a wavelength of question and answer;
such a unique way to understand
it implications to life’s ups and downs.
To me, my sister is a friend
She's always there when I need a hand
But when we were younger, we always fought
Hitting and screaming at each other every since we could talk
If she hit me, I hit her back
Then I would say, "Ha Ha I got you last"
I was also the youngest of us two
So of course I was a brat and did what I wanted to do
She would kick me and pull my hair
So I would hide behind the door and give her a scare
Once she threw a brush at me and I jumped up and did a split
She was pretty mad when she realized she missed
And when we got to be adults and got our own lives
The fighting didn't stop, we just improvised
Then I became pregnant and everything changed
We stopped all the arguing and all the games
I was three months when I lost my baby
And she was right there to pick up the pieces and save me
Years later I had a daughter and so did she
And our past became another reality
One day her daughter hit mine,and then mine hit her back
My daughter looked at her funny and said, "Ha Ha I got you last"
In a moment of passion
He seek to do righteous
Torn by temptation’s lust
Sibling bond keeps him near
The path of destruction
Looking at the forbidden fruit
He plays with fire
Ignoring the flames that burn
Sibling bond like crazy glue
Is hard to part
Will he win the war within?
The battle with right and wrong
Spirit forces tugged at his heart
Sometimes the son of righteousness triumph and
Some days the son of unrighteousness is victorious
Whether the right or the wrong one will prevail
The one he nourished will reign as king over his loins
Somebody I could count on
Interested in architecture
Best at making mashed potatoes
Loved by his family
Immersed in reading mysteries
No matter what was said we made up
Greatly missed
They're getting older,
five brothers and sisters,
all with degrees, jobs, families,
nice homes, good lives, happier
than most except when they must
fly to the home of their childhood
and settle their mother's estate.
They gather in the old stucco
none of them is willing to sell.
They drink bourbon and scotch
and tell each other everything again
that happened when they were young,
what made them take planes anywhere
trying to escape and forget.
A few more drinks and they see the bees
swarming the day Mom knocked the hive
out of the willow with her clothesline pole.
They were young, not yet in school,
happy and laughing, clapping but not
understanding why Father was gone,
why he would call but never come home.
All summer they rode tricycles
into each other, yelling and screaming,
ringing the bells on the handlebars,
trying to figure out what had happened.
Another few drinks and they agree
it's time to go out in the yard and look up
in the tree where the hive used to be.
Once again they hear children
yelling and screaming,
riding into each other, ringing bells,
looking everywhere for answers,
not knowing the questions.
In minutes they realize the reunion's over
and there may never be another.
It's time to pack, get on planes, escape
before someone puts a match to the stucco.
The hive's on the ground bouncing
and they're all bees, swarming again.
Donal Mahoney
Absence of a Sibling
I always imagined you’d call me
Want to spend time, Sunday dinner
All meet up for a birthday, Christmas
Just thought you’d pop in, child in arms
Imagined all of us on a rowdy sofa
Shaking with laughter, cries of joy
Sometimes tears on a shoulder, pats
On the back, celebrate the good times
But then I changed all that
Made a moment for me, selfish?
Stopped the suffocation, took a breath
Looked over the parapet, chanced
When the deep understanding formed
Realised no matter what, you’d never call
I was wasting away a loveless life.
Now and again, we pretend, nod and chuckle
Forget the past and the absence.
Avoid the truth, pretext a happy family
But we’ll never have Sunday dinner
With a Christmas cake or Easter bunny
Be honest, will we?
David Cox 07/10/22