Best First Cousin Poems
Roberta lived on this earth for so many years!
Was a great mother, wife, and grandmother, too.
A long and fulfilling life with joy, completion and no fears.
I was a bridesmaid, when she married my first cousin.
A match truly designed in heaven!
Their life filled with fun,music boating and events by the dozens!
God called Roberta home, this cold wintry day!
She was gravely ill and had to go.
Roberta! So very lucky to see your God, without delay..
Farewell and hugs, your life was one loving awesome show!
To my Cousin Dennis~compassionate husband and so sweet a soul!
12/15/2020
Condolences and Tribute
As her loving caregiver, Dennis, I know you are shedding tears.
We were all raised to know that we all will be in heaven.
For that we do know, that is the prized, golden, final goal!
~Peace and love, Cousin Dennis~
Love, Cousin P.
There was this guy called Jimmy Chong
Lived on the outskirts of Hong kong
Married his first cousin Susy Dong
Her dad said "Jimmy this is wrong."
On their honey moon they went to China
Susy's dad was determined to find her
To put an end to this misery and shame
Jimmy had brought on his family's name.
Well Jimmy had to keep one step ahead
Because old man Dong wanted him dead
He slept with one eye open when in bed
What Dong would do filled him with dread.
Jimmy only married Susy for her money
Didn't love her thought she looked funny
Now all Jimmy needed was her bank pin
When he had that, he would do her in.
At Guang Un Trang a little coastal town
Thats where old Dong tracked them down
He tied up Jimmy bundled him in his car
Drove to the cliffs which wasnt too far.
At the cliff he pushed him over the side
"A great shame you caused me " old Dong cried
"You married young Susy against my wishes
So now you can sleep with the fishes ".
Written on 29th of June 2018.
Written on June 12, 1995
Updated on April 19, 2012
Gail's Note: Written in the voice of a shopaholic
(the hoarder's first cousin)
Not really me, although I do have some items
that could probably fit into this category.
Useless Products, the Vendor cries
Useless Products, for one and all!
Useless Products, the Vendor sighs
Buy useless products that will line your walls.
Well, I really like my useless products.
Society has taught me to stand quite tall
As I'm dialing every 800 number
To buy the products that line my walls.
Well, I really hate my useless products.
Society has taught me to dread each one.
If I could just stop buying useless products
I'd be able to look through the windows on my walls.
And so the products pile higher and higher
Until my soul is buried alive
And the reasons for buying don't seem to matter
Until my family hears only my cries.
Failure is with us every day
telling us to go for it on fourth and one;
more and more that’s done;
we listen to failure smiling cynically
as he whispers temptations in our ears.
You’d recognize the guy,
You’ve seen him lingering near,
first cousin to Mayhem on TV,
there’s a strong family resemblance.
But forewarnings don’t enhance
self-protective good sense
for the lot of us hooked on football games
as we urge our favorites on
to one more squeeky win
as the clock runs down to zero zed.
It’s just the same with soccer fans.
C’mon man! What more do you need
to recognize Failure’s hold?
You saw the game: that field goal
that hit the pole and then bounced off
the crossbar inches short of a score
was Failure giving us, all of us, the finger.
So now you’re an Eagle fan?
Take heed, man, Failure will linger.
Can downed Eagles hibernate? Bears can!
Today a dearest of all princess of summer was taken up to heaven.
In a same manner as though of a bummer shaken up till no longer even.
Sadly saddest of all reasons it was because she simply gave in.
Soon enough she was found in a state that made everyone heartbroken.
-
K.K.T.
Born July 30, 2004
Passed May 4, 2022
My first cousin passed away. I wrote this out of grief. She is a princess of summer because of being born in the summer. The rest is "vaguely" describing cause of her death.
Force Within
Date: Tue, Dec 1 2015 at 7:10 PM
I lost my lil Brother to the *Violence"
An my First Cousin to the streets *Environment"
Got a Cousin doing Three Counts of "Life"
So I'm using Three Times the "Might"
To Climb Mountain "Heights"
With Three Times the "Strife"
An Four Times the *Hype"
That *Excites"
My "Motivation"
That Strikes my "Acceleration"
Focus is the word my Father always "Incinerated"
So Focus is always in my Mind "Condensating"
It Heightens my "Concentration"
Lost my Best Friend from Gang "Retaliations"
I'm still here so Redemption is mine for "Undertaking"
I'm A Aries & "Taurus"
On @ "Voyage"
My Cusp Of Power I'm "Absorbing"
My Success I will "Torrent" with "Torments"
And All Contestants I'm "Ignoring"
They All Challengers to the "Victorious"
Around me The Solar System "Orbits"
That keeps "Orbiting"
I bring Light in the Insight in my "Thesaurus"
My Spirit starts A "Metamorphous" with a "Metamorphosis"
My Spirit "Transforming" & "Evolving"
A "Trinity" inside me "Revolving"
So many haters it's "Caution" in the "Wind"
"Exalting" my shots with God in the "Gym"
They all Net now they don't Talk to the "Rim"
This Star Wars the Force is "Within"
The story of Hezekiah Munny
Is one that’s really kind of funny
He married Olive Eo
First cousin to McMar
She didn’t have much money
And she didn’t have a car
She loved dear Hezekiah
She would gladly have his name
But also quite attached, she was
To her given maiden name
Tell me what you want, my love
And what is your new name
Said she to Mr. Munny
Not glory neither fame
My desire and my name
Are the same, Mr. Munny
What else do you think it’d be
Olive Eo Munny
And so they bred the finest brood
Not fond or Mr. Munny
There was Bern, DeMar and Helwit
I told you it was funny
Copyright © Mike Martin 2015
Of lineage most noble
A man of grave esteem
He could pull a mean cork
The best you ever seen
One third Apache, he was
His father never knew
Hesekiah Munny was
As proud as me and you
Not to be confused with
The man known as McMar
DeMar was his first cousin
So that’s how we got this far
Once removed, actually
Belligerent, he was
He tried to get back in
But they only called the fuzz
To his mother, Olive Eo, deceit on Hesekiah
Brang to them, a small DeMar
Give thanks to the Messiah
Illegitimately know as
DeMar McMar Eo Munny
Others knew him only as
DeMar Geronimo
Copyright © Mike Martin 2015
He looks
At the collage
With glassy eyes
The pieces of the puzzle of him
The memories that have been stolen
Swept away
Vanquished
An occasional glimmer
A spark of recognition
His dear mother
She had taught him three languages
Now he barely remembers one
The contours of her face make him smile
She had formed the poet
The professor
This lover of words
Sadly only fragments of him remain
Pictures of his sons
Long absent from his life
Their happy faces
A facade of happier times that could have been
Intelligence and expectations
his curse
his gift
They felt the weight of his words placed on their hearts
They never felt good enough
smart enough
not like him the great man
The reader and translator of superior minds
Honored
Knighted by kings
Celebrated
The pictures part of his collage
Proof that he was here
That his life was real
Not imagined
Others remember
Yet mercifully he forgets
The sadder parts
The picture of the car
The brother that was killed
The blame that was heaped on him
Him the unsuspecting child
The scars he carried through his days until now
He hopes to continue to remember how to forget
Not afraid of death
No longer lost in regret
The collage of him
Pictured moments
Displayed In no particular order
Words
Images
A chair occupied
A mind denied
Still within
The poet trapped
Continues life's ride
I wrote this poem about the famous Poet Edwin Honig after watching a
documentary about him filmed by his cousin. "First Cousin Once Removed."
Tough position to be in
Wanting to claim European
Knowing something
darker lies within
Something more natural
Light refraction
Melanin, Godly action
Borderline casual
foot stomping, dust rising
Serengeti surprising
ancestral awakening
First man's first cousin
splitting the world
over black and white
when did we become
so distant?
Once removed, disavowing
we were once one
You for I, and I am real
so stop denying
your inner appeal
allow your soul to reveal
and repeal this notion that
geological gentrification
has lost you to me forever
and come back towards
the light
Blunderful
The man was addicted to sex
Lust drove him to do his actions
Each one more intense than the last
Like water incessantly flowing
Washing against the dam wall
Till a hairline crack appeared
This rapidly became a valley
And the dam was breached
Forever broken and ruined
A dam of granite now
Turned into sand and dust
Just like your relationship
With your incestuous sister
Who was jealous of your wife
And your perfect marriage
Now you’ve lost both
Due to your selfish lust
But you still have a cousin
Dear darling first cousin Emma
Who you’ll soon resolutely nail
And manipulate just like the rest
Of your family females
Gatoros and Crocos: Lower Case Murky Poems and Ditties Book 2
Nick Armbrister and other writers
IF ever I had a country : XXVII - XXVIII
XXVII
IF ever I had a country
And if ever I were but the Registrar of Companies
I'd appoint Snoopy - pet-dog Bo's first cousin - Inspector General of Secret Societies
I'll tell him to overlook the fiddling of Stock Exchange equities and concentrate on fan-club iniquities
To publish lists every morning on each member's earnings pilferings including health reports on their starving unemployment-pay beneficiaries
On who pays for the face paint jerseys mass-migration air-tickets five-star hotel and beer and block-seating fees
That is, if ever I were but the unpaid Registrar of Companies
And even if I never ever had no country company
XXVIII
IF ever I had a country
And if ever I were but the Inspector General of Secret Societies
I'd post packs of howling hound dogs to announce at portals of lodges drug-cartel penthouse mansions and haute-cuisine fan-club eateries
Whose chauffeur-driven sleek limousine dropped off which hired diamond tiara damsel from what political parties
Question the secret expense-accounts of fan-club funding at football stadiums' madly-howling jamborees
And assess the damage to the GDP despite hipes in taxes imposed by police clashes with fans after crushing defeats at shoot-out penalties
That is, if ever I were but the Inspector General of Secret Societies
And even if I never ever had no country or society
© T. Wignesan - Paris, July 12, 2018
The King was very angry;
his first cousin had refused to bow
before him. The cousin wanted his throne.
So much his stomach turned and boiled with rage,
that he plotted to kill him. He then summoned Chi,
his trusted and loyal counselor.
"How shall I kill my cousin? with
assassins,
poison,
combat,
black magic,
drowning....."
The counselor was quiet for a while,
then he said,
"So many lifetimes you'll be born if you take
away his life. There are many peaceful solutions
to problems, without causing any harm or bloodshed".
The king looked displeased, but swallowed
his anger.
"Who told you that?"
"It's the principle of the universe".
The king then asked him how he would
learn those principles,
and Chi told him when only he's calm
and harbor no hatred,
that he could learn the principles.
"I hate you for your arrogance!" the King shouted.
"So many lifetimes you'll be born if you try
to understand the principles of the universe
with anger and hate", Chi replied.
The king drew his sword from it's scabbard,
and pointed it at Chi.
"I'll kill you, you old fool!"
"So many lifetimes you'll be born if you kill,
easily get angered, or fail
to listen to counsel", Chi replied.
Date written: 7/11/2016
For Contest: Take The Dagger From My Heart, Please
Previous Contest: In Another Time
Date Previous Contest was Finalized: 8/12/2016
I have always had a little black dress;
more than one, but rarely more than one at a time.
My favorite one was borrowed by a cousin.
Someone I did not know well.
I had offered her other dresses,
but she grabbed the one I really did not want to loan to her.
Every fiber of my being said “NO! Do not loan this one!”
It was my all-time favorite little black dress.
It had rhinestones embedded in it, and it looked fabulous on me.
She seemed sincere in telling me she would bring it back.
And she was a first cousin.
I have never forgotten that she never brought it back.
I called her and asked for it several times.
She called me six months later and told me she had brought it back.
“I gave it to your kids,” she said. I knew it was a lie.
Thanks to her deceit, I
now listen to that voice that says “NO!” and I believe it.
This happened forty years ago, but I have never forgotten it.
A lesson learned in pain.
Some folks have a problem with authority,
legitimate and otherwise, and I have spent
a lifetime festering in that group.
An event in youth convinced me that
big people are no different than little people
despite their titles and the homage paid them.
The event that changed me was in third grade
when a nun asked me if I was cousin to a cardinal
in the Catholic Church. She had heard my father,
an immigrant blue collar worker, was first cousin
to Cardinal Stritch. Little as I was I had no idea but
I said I’d ask my father and I did that night at supper.
He kept eating his cabbage and potatoes
then finally said we were cousins to the cardinal
whose people also took a boat from Ireland to America.
So I blinked and said to him, “Pa, Sister wants to know
why don’t we call Cardinal Stritch and tell him we’re here.”
Looking up from his cabbage and potatoes,
my father took a sip of tea, shot a laser in my eye,
sniffed a bit and said, “Ask the good sister
why the good cardinal doesn’t call us.”
Donal Mahoney