My Oldest Brother
There is a story in the Bible about a young man name David who slew a giant name Goliath. My oldest brother was also name David, and he too slew several giants of a different kind. Please allow me to name just a few of the giants that my brother slew.
The name of the first giant was MR. POVERTY, and David slew that giant by being a hard worker. This David who was my oldest brother slew a lot of giants, and I think those who knew him would agree. David slew Mr. POVERTY by taking advantage of every good opportunity that came his way.
The name of the second giant was MR. MAKE US RICH, and he killed that giant by not spending his entire life making other people rich. In stead, he believed in himself and started his own business.
The name of the third giant was MR. RENT RECEIPTS, and he slew this giant by purchasing his own home and other properties. In so doing, he stopped receiving rental receipts and started giving them out to others.
The name of the fourth giant was MR. SELFISHNESS, and he destroyed this giant by helping other family members like myself to better themselves.
The name of the fifth giant was MR. I CAN'T, and he slew this giant by helping me and many others to realize our own success. The jump-start that he gave to others and me enabled us to go as far as our dreams would take us.
The sixth and last giant was name MR. BE LIKE US. My brother David killed this giant, and just like the David in the Bible, he cut his head completely off. This giant wanted everybody to be like him, and David did not try to be like everybody else. He just wanted to be himself and do things his way. I never knew if David had a favorite song, but if I had to guess, it would probably be Frank Sinatra’s song, "I DID IT MY WAY".
10/26/2013 (Contest, Older siblings)
Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015
I was playing a game
When my brother came
He is a great fool
Who kept a strict rule
He was very cruel
And we both use to have a dual
He began to use sharp tool
To he went to high school
My mother is very kind
She is always at the behind
Helping me in all kind
She always use to teach
With a beautiful speech
Until the top I reach
Then about my ambition
This has a long mission
I want to be a business man
I think I can
Copyright © Obli Nishanth | Year Posted 2007
Hello, how are you?
There's something urgent I need to say
Oh me? Well, I'm fine too
But I'm not the reason I've called you today.
It's our feral brothers,
They're crying, and are all around us dying
Even Mother Earth cries out!
Can't you hear her? That's her now crying
She cries out her warning shouts!
Our brothers suffer,
On your roads, and around your homes
And in your poisoned streams,
If you leave them no where else to roam
They'll soon vanish from the scene!
Mother Earth cries,
Oceans of tears through thawing ice
Soon, her crying will be done,
And the weather here won't be so nice
Once the new ice age has begun.
Save our brothers,
You are their keeper!
They're our earthling friends
And yet, you keep pushing them deeper
Into obscurity, and then right to their end!
Once they're gone,
Then we'll soon be next
It'll be our turn on the guillotine!
Stepping up to stretch out our necks!!
We'll be the next to vanish from the scene!!!
What was that?
Oh yes, I know it's hard
To manage all the things you do,
And, I probably should have dropped a card
I'm sorry, if I've bothered you.
Oh, the kids?
They're doing just fine,
I just wanted to bring that up to you
I figured it must have just slipped your mind
With the many things that you do.
Take care now,
And do try to be good,
And while doing those things you do
Keep our brothers like a good keeper should
And remember that they do live here too!
Timothy I. Brumley
Copyright © Timothy Brumley | Year Posted 2010
Many there be have turn their backs to thee/
No sense of remorse,
No notion of integrity or respect/
You stand so proud with your head in the air/
Waving your hands like you just don't care ?
But none the worse for wear,
Heroes Are Not Forgotten !
Those men and women who have waved the banner high !
With every bit of stregnth that have fought with no remorse,
We often get tongue tied within ourselves/
In the great melted pot we call The United States of America,
It was for freedom that our ancestor's fought to so desperatley uphold/
Far too many of us take it for granted !
They have eyes but tend to look the other way/
Paying litle to no homage to buw their heads to pray ?
One day every knee will bow and tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord !
There will be no mistake about it !
Those that pierced his side and pulled his beard/
Many say that us Christians are wierd/
You will know on that very day that he's not someone that you could play !
Heroes Are Not Fogotten !
Just look what that ass did Ben Laden !
We need to speak up now or forever hold your peace/
This world for some is a will for power,
Perhaps your all in need for a long cold shower/
Stay up late to listen to the radio The Hour Of Power !
No, Heroes Are Not Forgotten in this land of cotton !
We will lift up our head high to look toward the sky/
As a beacon of hope to a hurting worls in need/
Where as other's are just dying to see you bleed,
We will remember John Wayne in this old house of pain/
Bob Marley and The Wailer's,
Ronald Reagan and his awesome plans !
Last but the best Jesus is my man !
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2010
Don't just lay back
And form your own
Don't let some-one
The final decision
To say the least
Have to give you
Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2011
In Times OF Uncertainty
We live for self amidst the greed
In timeless thought provoked take heed
Swift viable remorse on record
In times of uncertainty
Don't trust something you don't understand
Through a heavy edge proned in trust
With a temperment in a midas touch
From a word spoken in the dark
Has now come to the fullest of light
In given moments of happiness to endless fright
Forget the night!
With no given since of remorse nor shoulder to cry;
Among the evil creatures at night will fly
The times of uncertainty suddenly go by
Although we at times wander as in a nomadic tribe
Yet we will persist through the pain to thank God I'm alive!
Since all the fools sail away
It pays to take pride in homage gain
To humbly bow the knee to pray
Then with these promises we chose to fade away
From the things we shared in promises
The times of uncertainty away in dire need
While the world outside having viscous fangs that bleed
Dripping blood off side to hide;
We really have no reason to run away & hide
The times of uncertainty & want
Marked on a blotted page intact
When the whole world outside is in a rage!
Giving each other a heart attack!
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2011
You Worried For Brother!
You Worried For Brother!
Your poem so nice rather,
Dont treat him like others,
If read your nice the poem,
Will worried with this case.
Everything possible in world,
Captain Crook boldly went..
Where earlier no one there,
Just the world of mysteries.
It make possible to shave on,
One very nice kitchenate oven,
Did you see crow laying eggs?
happening with your brother.
Dont worry its usual in this life,
Some time it worst happening,
Don't bother these accidents O,
He saved might from the bigger.
You made this nice most poem,
In worry of accidents with him,
O lovely person he taken fate,
Fate of other from God on him.
Your poem a lovey from a sister,
Of lovely brother so loving him.
Keep continuity voice speaking,
Your worry made it good sound.
Copyright © sanjay khetan | Year Posted 2006
Our youngest sister thinks that she’s ‘all that’ and a ‘bag of chips with dips to go’.
She’s very popular and thinks that she’s ‘made to order with a heavenly glow’.
When she gets upset, she can be uncomfortable and ‘hot as fire’.
The last of twelve, we all call her Julie, but her real name is July.
Our brother Gus seems always to be in the middle of something,
and doesn’t really know if he’s coming or going. But don’t push him, because he can be pretty hot headed sometimes. He prefers Gus, but his real name is August.
You might not like her, but I would love for you to meet my sister Jan.
Jan is the oldest of the family clan, but her real name is January.
I have always been a bit on the shy side, but there is absolutely
nothing about Jan that is shy. O, she can be nice ‘s o m e t i m e s’,
but she’s not gentle and tender like April and me. No, no, no; Jan can
be cold as ice.
O me? I’m like 40, leaving 39 behind.
I’m like the little engine who thought he could,
but kept trying until he finally did.
If I were a day of the week, I would be Wednesday getting over the hump.
I’m September, entering a season of anticipation,
with plenty of energy and things to remember.
09012016 cj PS
Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016