Won't write the entirety of my sibling's heartfelt letter,
But those lovingly sweet lines made me feel so much better,
Happier knowing I always helped them when under the weather.
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Thump
My sibling sister and friend without spite
or rivalry, I loved beyond compare;
Athena-like and lovely as the night,
your soul, a brilliant flame that burned with flair,
gave light to me and soothed my manic fears;
maternal saint and healer, you alone
have cared for me these dark, life-threatening years:
you rose as I declined—who might have known?
What genius I was you chose to forswear;
I still loved you more and not any less,
for I recalled childhood moments we shared,
of former times that gave us happiness.
Always loyal and by your side, I remained:
your brother, steadfast, sure, and wholly trained.
Oh ,my dearest and love some sibling shadow, listen, Are you still staying and living in my beloved soul ?, You are dancing gracefully in my dress of glisten, And you are looking like the darkest glittering coal ,
Wherever I go , you are willingly following me , You are my permanent companion in solitude, Are you a wonderful mirror of my soul of flee ?, Dancing cheerfully with you alone is always chewed, You are purposely speaking louder than words sometimes, That words are more reliable and content of true, You have many impressive stories to tell in nights, Alas , you are vanishing suddenly like a dew , And you hold the brightest and vivid secrets as rights.
How then shall I show love for our sisterhood?
Our mother’s baby birthed on this joyous day
A festive time with wishes ‘happy’ and good
No balloon filled room, cake, gifts on display
Belief systems stand first it’s well understood
So, in all due respect and come what may
Just poetry for YOU showing how I care
Without words which may displease God, I share
Without salutary words which may offend
In toughest of times with me you’ve always been
Soulful eyes I’d run to, my hurt you’d suspend
One hundred, forty four thousand for heaven
My selfless sister shall be one in the end
Devotion has earned a palatial inn
Forever dwelling on a pure restored earth
A poem for you this day mother gave birth
every game was about baby, the theme is pink and gold
the giggles and laughter by women, never get old
the jokes are hilarious, this baby shower is a delight
mom and I will talk about it all through the night
diaper pins were not easy to find, but we did it
the kidding was crazy, as was the game with oven mitt
hilarity was as fun as Tupperware parties back in the day
I do not know myself, but believe my auntie Kay
we got to guess the sex, which was fun, but redundant of course
the pink and gold theme was not meant for a unicorn horse
I never knew mom’s friends could be this much fun at all.
What a marvelous party to have; I had a ball!
cloth diapers were not easy, and we painted onesies too.
Most of the partygoers chose pink, I chose a royal blue
I want my little sibling to have the best, and lots of color.
Whether she be a sister or a sweet chubby pink brother.
Jane the eldest of three sisters, and the Tadpole was given an earlier debut. Hails the middle sister of extraordinary charm and endearinng demeanor that exemplifies an industry--I find lacking.
This be the common thread of most aspirants, forewarned a cobsweb be drawn innocence. She played Kristy McNichols bike friend on 'Friends', edged by a mom's hope.
I am glad that I met Louise Foley, Jane's sister, on what turned out to be my final drive to Carmel, as my own life was getting to be a Full House.
Special child triumphs midst physical zest
Expressing his love with warm gestures’ best
As his hugs and embrace
Reign over wheelchair race
Making him the winner in running test!
In pursuit to be champ in sports fest
Our special son is cheered to the fullest
While siblings with God's grace*
Drive him for success-pace
So, they all receive trophy, feeling blest!
*2 Corinthians 12:9 And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
May 14, 2024
4th place, "A New Funny or Bawdy Limerick Set" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 5/25/2024
Do you really care?
Sort out the black from white dress
So we live in peace.
In childhood days of laughter and play,
Side by side, we'd dance and sway.
Siblings bound by love so true,
Together in all that we'd pursue.
Through schoolyard antics and homework woes,
We'd face each challenge, our bond still grows.
Hand in hand, we'd face the tide,
With strength in unity, we'd never hide.
But as time flies on swift wings,
Life's changes bring new beginnings.
Work and school, they call our names,
Drawing us apart like different games.
Yet distance cannot break the ties,
That bind our hearts under azure skies.
For memories woven in childhood's embrace,
Forever hold us in their grace.
Though paths may lead us far apart,
The love we share will never depart.
Through marriages and life's grand schemes,
We'll cherish the bond of sibling dreams.
So let us treasure each fleeting day,
And hold dear the memories that stay.
For no matter where our journeys roam,
We'll always find our way back home.
Knock, knock, knock
seething at her core,
it's your older sister
emoting once more..
Knock, knock, knock,
bar that door.
She's launching missiles
in hopes of a sibling war..
Knock, knock, knock.
You've been there before.
If you don't want her angst,
then just ignore..
People who are special.
We…
Are people who have a younger sibling.
My sister…
Who I watched and cheered graciously, because she is my best friend.
Or at least, she is nice to me.
Watching her on that stage.
It is not because of anything I taught her.
As I have slacked on my sibling duties.
In the audience, I can be proud from afar.
As they read her name aloud.
That is her first name.
And our last name.
once a char maid Cinderella
had hard time finding a fella
she crashed a party
thought herself smarty
outplayed Anastasia and Drizella
The Lost Doll Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Placed 2nd
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Barbie was its name…
To me how it came…
Difficult to proclaim!
By its side, I used to sit,
Leaving it not for a bit…
This, I promptly admit!
Call it not a doll, it’s my plea…
In it I found an innocent glee;
It was almost a sibling to me!
It was the month of May;
My cousins from Bombay,
Visited us for their short stay!
With my Barbie, they all played;
Their hands on it they all laid;
Cut it into pieces with a blade!
And threw it into a river, I was told;
My anger then was uncontrolled;
And till now, I am left unconsoled!
Were you brothers? Were you sisters?
I hope one day I shall know -
When I leap with you in soft blue skies,
'pon clouds as white as snow.
Till then, help me remember -
the gift that is each day.
Whisper to me of life's beauty,
so I no longer stray.
I hope that I shall make you proud,
my little siblings on a cloud.
6 July 2023
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