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On Writing And Words Sister Poems | On Writing And Words Poems About Sister
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Two To Tangle -Dinda Minardi
TWO STRENGTHS (( COLLABORATION ))
by~ Dinda Minardi
Do you still remember how we played around?
Mocking each other over our guys
We were princesses in our parents’ lawn
Bonded by our laughs and cries
When family downtime crawled
We hold each other as we’re the older
Our maturity has been boiled
Ready to serves as a breaker
We are one and stronger
Always love and respect for you, sister
To fight with you, is all I willingly to do
When you give up, I’ll be your whip
As you‘re a jolt if spirit’s asleep
by~ Poet Destroyer
I could never forget the way we played around.
Yes! We played patty cake to showoff in front of boys.
We built a white castle than, brother tore it down.
You were never afraid to show how much you care,
Especially when we played tag, and you never played fair.
Now your heart is filled with greater love.
Your like an angel that fell from above.
Your invisible wings protect me in every fall,
When we where small you protected me from nightmares.
I secretly enjoyed the way you pushed me around.
You held your head up high, and never let me down.
Our fights where silly ways of building a better bond.
My stubbornness came from trying to be just like you.
Now "the strength of me",
Comes from "the strength of you."
A collaboration with * Dinda Minardi
my collaboration contest
Copyright © Dinda Minardi | Year Posted 2011
knobby-knee’d, toes that stop
bend and pick up
penny, marble, rock
on concrete, begging, for me to turn around
for one more try
Copyright © Gerry Mattia | Year Posted 2012
Christ showed and proved His Divine power chiefly by His miracles
Which are extraordinary works that can be performed
Only by the power received from God
Therefore, His sanction and authority
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2011
I wish people would quit picking on my sister. She is a wonderful writer and I know her
work is dark and creepy but that is who she is. She writes to entertain and to take you
places that make you uncomfortable. If you read her poems and you get the chills she has
done what she set out to do! If it creeps you out to much then when you see the name
Illyanna De La Keur then don't read it. This is a place where we all can demonstrate our
creativity and I would hate for her to remove her work and quit writing. Illyanna is a
writer that is an acquired taste and if not for her and my other sister I would never have
explored my own talent so please lay off on telling her to change her subject matter.
Copyright © Kristy De La Keur Scoveille | Year Posted 2009
I do not know?
My sister the poet
Will let it be known
Of her past life and her so many homes
Of all her good memories and all of the bad
She is quite talented and has a lot to say
Her life with the devilish man who called himself her father made her that way
Mean as a snake when you make her mad
But the nicest person you’ll ever meet
A down right Christian, she is
And when you do something wrong she lets you know about it
Most parents tell their kids ‘Santa’s watching you’
But my sister instead says ‘Jesus is watching you’
At the moment she is writing a book of poems of all her childhood memories
From the very first to the very worst
Her subjects vary from her sister to her brother
From riding in a toy car to building an outhouse
But not all of it is funny
Some of it makes you really appreciate the life you’ve got
Wether it’s happy or sad
Or makes you angry and mad
It all flows together and it all tells a story of a life from hell that we are all glad
we didn’t have
To my sister the poet
I love you very much
And I wish I had your talent
I wish you the best of luck with your book
Keep up the good work
Copyright © Danielle Davis | Year Posted 2005