Best Eldest Poems

egad, you possibly exclaim come december first two thousand and seven
   five decades sped by at the blink of an eye
days of adolescence, and infancy  so tender and mild seemed like heaven
   such quick lightning speed of life prompts ye...

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Eldest daughter – I Praise

Twenty two years ago
     December twenty second,
two thousand eighteen
"star student" born
this papa (and most
     likely thee birth mother)
     initially felt ecstatic,
dramatic (yes frenetic),

and careworn
as freshly minted parents,
  ...

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*Image of Palm Tree Lights Trunk Wrap by Christmas Lights, Etc.

ILMO Our Eldest Brother Kimo (James)

Our sixties Christmas--as my memory serves, where
our eldest brother freshly cut one Norfolk Pine from
our country grove. He then rope-tied it atop our "65
Dodge station wagon. Brother plays the ukelele...

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Methinks thou mayst receive mine words as false;
Her eldest daughter at a stew-house tups.
Come hither, pray - and see with thine own eyes 
We lusty knaves surround that saucy wench
To make the two backed beast.

For Lisa’s Old English Scandal contest...

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Into Young Womanhood

this glorious role, sans
     helping beget and nurture thine first born
three day shy of Christmas 1996,
     fills thy being
     with joie de vivre and doth add dorn

more resplendent than any horn
of...

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My eldest sister Amélie Beth...
ever the amateur family entomologist

Upon texting her a picture
(countless moments ago
since October ninth)
unfamiliar delicate looking critter -
(seen inside the apartment many times),
she quickly identified crane fly
agilely affixed to lampshade.

I figuratively tip hat at Tipulidae
long legged dainty insect
poised to strike proboscis,
where adults...

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Thee nonpareil Amelie Beth Harris-McGeehan
blessed honest to dog goodness her person doth bring
never could her brother wish upon NON GMO
(archaeopteryx, buffalo, chicken...) wing,
and genuine prayer anybody more a maze zing.

Many countless years before
our dear mother passed away four
plus eleven earth orbitz ago,
she voluntarily repeated more
times...

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Over saturation with 
welter weighted Yuletide
drenching world, web, wide
equal and/or greater
effort demands energy tide
to global warming,
lest apocalypse doth ride

high and mighty mandating,
inculcating, buoying... pride
toward planet Earth, the
apathetic, demonic, horrific,
plastic... malleable passive
can no longer run and hide.

Results elucidating, forthcoming, 
groundbreaking courtesy of 23andme
nsync with network of
newly...

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First time forever,
laying on my bed.
Is me and my eldest,
saying things we've never said.

So demanding in her ways,
she thinks she's getting heard.
But to me in my eyes,
shes just being a little turd.

I love her so deeply,
tried with all my heart.
to bring her up good.
and make...

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Joshua Louis Pokorny Sullivan

Joshua was a beautiful soul
always soaring about

He brought love, laughter to everyone
even those who knew him not

Joshua was a beautiful soul
always expressing himself through art

He brought beauty, color, and humor
to everything he crossed

Joshua was a beautiful soul
always kind, compassionate, and strong

He tried...

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(Garden yourself and Emmanuel 
against risking life and limb,
especially as dark shadows edge - 
of night bring dim
mention onset of when shifting shapes swim
all around reducing slice 
of daylight slim).

I write thee today
September 13th, 2019 -
nuttin earth shattering to say
documenting
starttime: 05:51:22 PM
and endtime: 07:06:44 PM
no...

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Eldest Daughter Bore Fallout, Sans Brunt Marital Contention

An article posted in TIME Magazine
(VOL. 193 NO. 19 MAY 20 2019)
underscored_impact progeny keen
to experience when parents mean
with one another, badmouth, critique demean...
each other, asper yours truly and missus,

who only recently declared mutual
surrender, sans wedded compact that did...

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My mom, she, when I was just three,
Would binge operas of soaps, and she

Tethered to the television, after her sail
Home from Pearl Harbor, would not fail

To hug and kiss our butterfly eyes and cheeks.
She’d store mama’s milk in freeze for weeks.

As we’d march off to...

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Eldest daughter cries a lot
Tries to hide the pain
But gets betrayed by her eyes
Pain reflected by palms
Blood running by her own wounds
Wounds she never hopes to treat
Neither anyone intends to...

She craves for a good sleep
Laying her head on her mother’s lap
Forgetting about her past and
dropping...

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I am the eldest, the pioneer,
The first in the line,
Every move I make is watched,
Every choice judged in time.

The trail ahead is un-traveled,
No footsteps yet in the sand,
I blaze the trail for those behind,
Without holding a parents hand.

The weight of the expectations,
The pressure to excel,
To...

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