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For Uncle Kenny: July, 1952- December, 2009

How do I say goodbye?
I'm nowhere near ready to let go
How do I come to terms
With the loss of one that I've loved so?

Never did it come to mind
That you'd have to leave so soon
I thought I'd have another chance
To sing old Baez tunes

You weren't supposed to leave just yet
With so many songs unsung
I've cherished memories of you
From the days when I was young

So many times you took me
To the latest movie show
And gladly let me tag along
Wherever you would go

You helped me to believe in me
When others seemed to doubt
And encouraged me to use my mind
For figuring things out

You told me truths about myself,
Urged me stretch and grow
You made all the difference
Oh, Lord, I hope you know

You saw me with such loving eyes;
Never once made me feel less
I hope you recall the times I've said
That my life you have blessed

But Uncle, I can rejoice today
In knowing you are free
And that your crown will hold a jewel
You've earned by loving me






In loving memory of Kenneth Charles Brewster. 

I will cherish you always, Uncle Kenny!

Your favorite niece (wink).....

Donna

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My Uncle Died Today

My uncle died today
I don't know what to say
He was my fave.

Full of vim and vigor
Didn't need gun and a trigger
To have his say.

Slightly misogynist
But ain't the best of us
Flawed in some way?

I'll miss Abbott.
Has been my habit
To love him every single day.

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My Uncle Bob

I love my Uncle Bob, Who is so big and stout; He always makes me laugh, And he never ever stops. When he drives his old truck, He invites his fat friends to hop; In the village, they went around, Naughtily making a pig sound. Those fat villagers, upon seeing them So scared and they hurriedly run away, Thinking that Uncle Bob’s friends will get them, And put them all back in a pen.
Written: Aug. 8, 2012 He is only an uncle in my fantasy, lol. The idea was conceived after watching a Laugh Show of Joey D.L.

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The Day My Uncle Died



The Day My Uncle Died...

I was thinking about the smile on my uncle’s face….
This was a before he would “leave this place."

I'll never forget the words shortly before he died.
The more I thought about it, the more I cried.

He said, "you know Jimmy I wish I got to know you better."
I never received another phone
 call or even a letter.

A few days later he was ready to go to a funeral.
But it was also him who received a burial.

I was shocked and amazed as to what happened.
The events took place. There was no way
 I could "stop them."

Memories I had were from many years ago.
I often think about him.    And I do miss him so!

I suppose many don't take the time to realize...
How quickly life passes... 
Then someone dies.

Perhaps there's someone in your
 life you can think of…
There's been a situation that you're
embarrassed to "speak of/"

A harsh word said, and angry thought was spoken.
And soon your relationship has been "broken."

This may be a good time with this person to spend.
Irregardless if they're what you'd call a "friend."

Everyone is important to God who reigns above.
We need to be filled with his mercy and love.

The person you haven't seen shall one day disappear...
The days are short...  Our journey's end is so near!

May God speak to our heart and help us to see...
Where will you and I be spending our eternity???

By Jim Pemberton

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My uncle my dad






 
This is for my Uncle Steve 

17 june 2012 10:13 am
 
Happy fathers day Uncle Steve
 I was not yours but you raised me
 
It was a very confusing time
 and most of the time my heart was blind
 
As I grow older with children of my own
 I understand more of you and our home
 
It was a great responciblity and charity from you
 As you took me in, it was the right thing to do
 
Children of your own and a son passed on
 You worked day by day and made me your son
 
It was hard and I threw my fits
 but still you kept me and never called quits
 
I am sorry for the bad things I did and said
 I am sorry for the times I caused you to bow your head
 
The grouchys and the tired times the stress lines on your face
 I understand now very clearly as I run my own race
 
As dad we do the best we can 
to provide and protect with a steady hand
 
But things go wrong and we make mistakes
 but such is life those are just the breaks
 
We fall we fail 
We get back up and prevail
 
But good time are priceless and preciouse in heart
 They give us incentive to make a fresh start
 
Just as you did time and time again
 I push on as dad husband and freind
 
Thank you so much for being my dad
 The best Uncle to have and could have ever had
 
I hope that you are resting in peace and I hope to see you with our Lord in the east

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We Miss You Uncle Herman


When we think of our friend Herman Weeks.
We think of a person very gracious and sweet!

He was always a pleasure to be around!
And brought laughter to his side of town!

From everyone that’s had a chance to meet him.
He was special!  We’ll never forget him!

He was very humble, gracious and kind!
People like him are special!  And hard to find!

We knew from the day that he met Snow.
She helped to make his empty life whole!

The creations and many things he made.
Were wonderful works of his hands displayed!

His service to the country and fellow man.
Is a beautiful gift that few understand!

Over the years, he’s brought joy to our hearts!
We’ve all loved him from the very start!

Thank you Lord! For blessing us from above.
For Herman and his heart filled with love.

We know now he’s in a better place.
Filled with God’s presence and his grace.

Our lives have been blessed to have him with us!
We’ll miss him!  He sure has blessed us!

To Herman we give our hearts filled with cheer!
We love you very much and wish you were here!

By Jim Pemberton
















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WOMEN ADVICE FROM UNCLE TO NEPHEW

WOMEN...ADVICE FROM UNCLE TO NEPHEW
(based on a conversation of letters from a Greek uncle to nephew 460 AD)

Dear young man, if it's love you seek
Beware that you don’t seem too meek
A woman says she wants a man
Who will be kind --meet her demands
But men who try to please with smiles
Are not victorious in life's trials
Lift up your eyes and look around
The bold men rule the sky and ground 
If you’re demure –you’re thought a freak
And women spread the word you’re weak
If you run scared or spurn a fight
You’ll find your bed an empty sight


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To Uncle Art With Love

The Lord is there he's by our side.
Just trust in him he'll be our guide.
He'll test our faith from time to time.
And being scared is not a crime.
Just know he's there and take his hand.
He'll lead us to that promised land.
Where fear and sadness are no more.
And soon we'll know what it's all for.
So take the good times with the bad.
We'll understand this life we've had.
By testing our faith he keeps us strong.
For that's God's purpose all along.
We'll search for answers we can't find.
But we'll know soon what's on his mind.
For we will see God in thee end.
We'll find that God's our greatest friend.
So keep that faith and we'll be fine.
We'll see God's purpose in good time.

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Uncle Sam

There he was! Staggering in the corridor, in
Clean white shirt, white bow, and white trouser
All white even the shoes, except his brown leather hat
Covering his bold head with few hairs his comb never missed
Bade everyone “Good morning” with one toothy smile, 
In return he got all our love unblemished

He was every body’s dearest “Sam Uncle”
Old Uncle Sam hardly missed a day in his office
He was there like a prayer, if possible on holidays
Whether the day was rainy or windy he did bother less
He was the first to sign the register at our PM’s office
He lurched to his table, kept near the receptionist 

During the lunch breaks we await, his company so amused
To listen to the aftermath of Second World War. 
His poems, his songs and his heroic love sagas
He knew that we didn't believe, made- ups all by him
Then chuckles like a child until tears roll down 
He knows how to tickle you with his jokes rewound

I had to leave my office and him after my confinement
I soon forgot him and the office, I was busy in my home
One afternoon when glued to the TV, telephone deafened my ears
Sheela my old friend, sobbed from the other end of the cord, 
"Mr. Sam collapsed in our corridor today and passed away now”, 
 I too couldn't hide my sobs,His staggers envisaged

He was a living Angel, and may have winged to heaven,
His poems, his songs, his love sagas still echo my ears




Uncle Sam was no relative of our chairman, although he too called him "Uncle Sam", 
But a devoted clerk during his father’s time.
Even after the retirement he continued to come to his office. 
This is a tribute to him.

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GREAT UNCLE ALBERT

In Arras field he watched that day
A flash of light against the grey,
High explosives whistled all around
And fallen thousands filled the ground.
Kentish man against the wall,
He had defended to the last;
A fleeting life--
So briefly did it pass.

One of the Lost generation  of World War ONE 1918

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My Uncle Danny

My uncle is obnoxious
poking fun at me
but he doesn't think they're insults
he just thinks they're really funny

telling me it's my fault
even when it's not
but really it's not his fault
it's this condition that he's got

he doesn't really understand 
that what he does is wrong
all cause of an extra chromosome
that he's had all along

it's called down syndrom
and it's nothing to laugh at
because he doesn't know it
he just doesn't get that

so I can't really get upset
when he calls me these names
because honestly he just doesn't get 
that I don't want to play his games

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Uncle sick

                         I'm the hand that rocked your cradle,
                           I'm in your life ,you know it's fatle

                             I'll take your life,and crush your mind.
                               you will feel me from behind your fears,
                           I'll cloud your thoughts,as I sip your tears,
                    
                            I'm your disease, I'm uncle sick.
                                I'm the bastard and the quik ,
                              To devour and deceive .
                                I'll breathe your last breath before I leave .

                              Your dying body laying down,I'll rip you raw
                             a twisted sound,I taste your flesh as my jaws 
                                     chomp down.
                                    
                                  I've  got the fangs ,I'm the evil clown ,
                                   my blood shot eye's ,my flesh filled teeth,

                                   I'm the God of a dead belief,you read 
                                    of me in the Holy book,
                                    when I spoke the mountains shook,
                                   I rule the wicked ,I ride the wind ,
                                    and were I blow there is sin.

                                                                     James.......................

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In Loving Memory Of...Uncle Toby

I’m sorry Auntie that your love is now lost
You survived and feel all alone
The pressures in life you must endure
For your children are now grown

We went and paid our last respects
Viewed his lifeless body , gave our last kiss
Your life with him has now come to an end
Your marriage was full of laughter and bliss

He died to soon you must think
Twenty-three years was not very long
We shed our tears and said good-bye
Why I know you ask this is so wrong

He led a good life, you had a chance to be his wife
You will miss his smiles
You will miss his sense of humor
But remember he walked many miles

Don’t think of him as gone away
A new journey he has just begun and he’s in peace
In a place of warmth and comfort
I know your pain will never cease

Days will come and days will go
Dry your tears
For he’s better now, no more pain
Remember he’s an angel now with no more fears

Dedicated to Auntie Margie
11-13-07

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A Poem About My Uncle Freddie

Please don't leave us,
We need you more than you ever know,
We love you Freddie,
And we do not want you to go.

Who would hug us?
And wipe our fears when we are in pain,
Hold us when we needed it the most,
For the past few years.

Forget about the others,
And think about your family for once,
You will be leaving us behind?
We will miss your sweet smiling face,
We will miss your happiness,
We will miss your hugs,
Please don't leave us,
But it won't make us love you any less.

If you chose to go,
Then we will wish you well,
Remeber all the stories you told me.

Memories stay locked in out minds forever,
And when you leave you still be in our hearts,
always and forever.

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Remembering Uncle Jimmy

I remember your smile that twinkle in your eye,
you could make us laugh until we would cry.
Fishing and crabbing trips and your love of the sea,
all of these are now a part of me.
Whenever someone called you were always there,
a heart of gold you always cared.
Now you're playing cards up in the sky,
forgive me if a tear comes to my eye.
Remembering all the things we would do,
Uncle Jimmy I will never forget you.


JSergi

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My Uncle Fred

I'll tell you 'bout my Uncle.
His name was, Uncle Fred.
When he spoke, I always listened,
to every word he said!

He was my father's brother.
They were very close, I'm told.
My Dad was killed in action,
when I was five years old!

He became my, father-figure, 
when Daddy passed away.
He could not have done a better job,
I feel, obliged to say!

He shared his skills and know-how,
the most important things he knew.
He inspired me by saying,
this is what "I expect of you."

"Strive for honesty and truth, my boy,
take your time and have some fun,
savor every passing day,
make sure you walk, don't run!"

"Carefully, control your aspirations,
you'll know when things are right.
Have no regrets and don't look back,
but, keep your goals in sight!"

"It's important, that you know yourself,
your feelings and your views,
your beliefs and your convictions,
are the things that make you, you!"

"Value all your treasures,
your family, friends, and such!
If you don't, then mark my words, son,
your life, will not, amount to much!"

I have eternal gratitude,
to my Idol, Uncle Fred!
I've been able to succeed in life,
by heeding, what he said!

Uncle Fred is gone now!
He went to be with Dad.
But, he's in my heart forever,
the Best Friend, I ever had!









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"uncle"

I want to wrap your heart around my little finger
give you more than you ever thought possible
make you cry "uncle" from too much love
leave you feeling like you can never get enough

I want to make you breakfast while the world is asleep
have coffee with you and watch the sun break the clouds
go back to bed and pick up where we left off
make you cry "uncle" from too much love

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The Day Uncle Joe Lost His Handicap

Uncle Joe had a habit of telling people,
I have a handicap you know.
His sister-in-law, Viva, grew weary
Of hearing that.
After all, had she not taught him
To walk, to talk and to feed himself?
She was seventeen when she came into Joe's life.
Too young to listen when the others said "he can't".
She did not know the meaning of the word  "retarded"
And did not understand why a child of two 
Was not walking and talking.
She believed he could learn and he did.
She coached, begged, bribed and loved him
Into doing the things any other child of two could do.
So, years later, when Joe persisted in telling others,
Strangers and family, that he had a handicap
Viva got tired of hearing it.
 One day she said You know Joe, I haven't seen
Your handicap in a long time. 
Maybe it's lost, let's look for it.
After all, you can't tell people you have a handicap
If it isn't there anymore, can you?
His brother, Hugh, agreed
So they searched all day for Joe's handicap.
Neighbors stopped by
And when told of Joe's dilemma,
Joined in the quest.
Behind doors, in closets and high in tees
Every nook and cranny explored,
No stone left unturned.
Finally, evening approached and 
Still no handicap.

Viva said, Well Joe, your handicap seems
To have vanished, flown the coup, escaped
You just don't have it anymore.
Since that day, Uncle Joe has never again
Mentioned his "handicap" to anyone.

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Trimming Advice from Uncle Mike

Trimming Advice from Uncle Mike (another thing I learned from the web)

How do I say this and still stay PC
The number of injuries doctors now see
Related to grooming on one’s lower half
Are rising so quickly on the injury graph
The number of incidents increased five fold
Just in the last 8 years we’ve been told
Lacerations from razors, the number one type
The female persuasion the biggest to gripe
It’s not for their health, they just want to please
By looking like porn stars for their latest squeeze
But guys too are trimming and cutting themselves
In an effort to look like sweet innocent elves
If you’re contemplating trimming down there
Use clippers not razors and please trim with care 

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MY UNCLE COL

                 





                 My uncle Col, i would like to point out
\                that i have an idea whats going about
                 in your head and heart that you have gap
                 that`s a continuous running,just like a tap

                But i really hope that you can see
                that family love will always be
                there if ever you need it most 
                although you have son`s and grandchildren to boast
    
                And all that you need when you look above
                clasp your hands together,and you will have love
                `cos Margret will always be looking down
                to lift up your spirits your mood and your frown 


                                R.I.P AUNTY MARGRET X

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Listen To Uncle Jack

So all you kiddies, come gather round
Uncle Jack's got a story to tell
If you don't take heed of his sage advice
You'll end up not doing so well

Here's the deal, my good little buddies
Live like there's no tomorrow
No mamby-pamby sitting on the fence
Your time here is only borrowed

Grab the brass ring, hang on for dear life
You only get to go round one time
No second chance to make a first impression
Only you are in charge of the climb

The rewards are many for those who play
This challenging game of life
The payoff is years of good time fun
Without all that nasty old strife

Did you listen to what Uncle Jack had to say
He ain't just blowing it out his ears
Been around the block quite few times
And wishes you a life of good cheer

©Jack Ellison 2012

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Old Uncle Jack's Corral



It's fun time at “Old Uncle Jack's Corral” I'm here to tickle your fancy That's just below your “you know what” Things are getting a little chancy I'll give you a hint it isn't your armpits Or even the crook of your neck And it isn't behind your wiggly ears So where the hell is it by heck? Methinks you may be thinking naughty Must assure you, ya got it all wrong One's “fancy” resides deep in one's heart The place that bursts forth in song Bursts forth at the start of every new day Your fancy measures your mood When fancies are tickled, the grinning starts A much needed “happiness” food “Old Uncle Jack's Corral” invites you To join him for a day of good fun Chuck your cares and unhappy thoughts And relax with Jack in the sun! © Jack Ellison 2013

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Of two, your uncle doesn't like either

 
By his attitudes
your uncle resembles
a machine with laughs in brightness! 
With some difficulty
most people stop themselves
from laughing.
Besides, are they are in a state
to laugh -
poor people?
Their problems exceed their means,
high costs exclude...
their children are untenable.
Their waiting
lags behind
the century. 
Finding
nothing else in place
he grabs passers-by
by the nose...
a gag in one hand,
a carrot and an onion
in the other.
As a matter of fact...
what does he want,
your uncle? 
 
Üzeyir Lokman ÇAYCI
Magnanville, 17.04.2001 
Traduit par by Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse 
by Joneve McCormick, 16.10.2005

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The Cremation of My Uncle- 2

When his truck met
with nature so pure,
Did he know his time
was coming to an end?

Basic elements of life
taught each day
not to think twice.
Giving humans oxygen,
yet encouraging a raging fire,
just ordinary trees.
Did he know they would 
cut his time short?

A cremation vault so sacred
destroys our lives.
It put him in a vase
rather than a box.
Does he know now
that he has come
to an end?

-Caroline Youngless

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Well, I'll Be a Monkey's Uncle

Well, I’ll Be a Monkey’s Uncle

By Elton Camp

Some say living on Earth I can’t be discontent
That I lived in heaven before to here I was sent 
But to me that doesn’t have any familiar ring
If I ever lived there, I don’t remember a thing

Others claim that I’m a child of Adam & Eve
Somehow, I find that much easier to believe
Because old Adam didn’t behave too good
And could’ve done better if only he would

Some allow that from a lower form I did ascend
That as a hairy monkey my ancestry did begin
But that idea is one that causes me to groan
If true, let’s pray that it not become well known