Best Kristina Poems
brothers we be, brother we be free
brothers we be
brother we be free
me and lil bro would have these sword fights
yelling fight to our deaths
yelling to the victor gets Kristina the neighbor's daughter
we were young
about ten
drawing inspiration from each other
and being heroes someday we be
we also put words in Kristina's mouth
she didn't mind, she was like us
this was back in the late 60's
in the land of the midnight sun, Norway
it was also during a time in history
of the viet nam war where these Americans were being protested against
numerous time, i remember,
the house windows being spray painted and broken
brothers we be
brother we be free
we also faced hostility from neighboring kids, much older kids
to the sword fights we go
we fought gallantry
with our little weenie sticks we would fought with so much
gallantry, so gallantry
the kind we would roast weenies and marshmallows on
we were Spartans, fighting passionately
honing our skills for these mean kids
and let me tell you those weenie sticks hurt
it hurt our backside when i sliced off mom's roses
let me tell you
brothers we be
brother we be free
we were also mischief
stealing dads cigs and liquor
sneaking out late at night to our tree forth
one time with Kristina
and let me tell those tree forts hurt our backside
let me tell you, i kid you not
especially when Kristina's dad told ours, ouch
brothers we be
brother we be free
against the neighboring kid we held our own
let me tell, me and lil bro
earning respect on the fjords
fishing, canoeing, swimming
in winter
skiing, especially long jumping and hockey
summer months playing soccer
in time we were ingratiating ourselves with the hood
let me you we did
the best was taking a hike deep into the forest one day
coming upon an inhabited cabin
breaking in, stealing some reindeer horns, girly mags
cookies and sweets
it was passage of life, it forged memories
for two brothers that grew some balls, conviction
experience growing up fast to protect their honor against the hood
but mostly, mostly
brothers we be
brother we be free
connie pachecho
1/21/17
Today I was looking back on the 1st time we met,
We discussed selling books on the internet.
Then the following week I asked what’s going on,
After you told me I suggested Amazon.
This poem isn’t meant to be a bore,
No in fact this poem is to help you open that door.
Now I hope you take this seriously it’s not a load of bull,
I really like you Kristina & think you’re beautiful.
I love the way your eyes shine,
I would love for you to be my Valentine.
I can understand if you feel you don’t know me well enough,
So I will tell you some things & not call you bluff.
On my right arm I have a tattoo,
I’m not sure if you like tats but that’s up to you.
I take my weightlifting regiment very serious since I lost weight,
I lost 30lbs with pictures to prove this debate.
I take Omega 3 Fish oils as part of my program,
It has given me definition like no man.
One of my biggest strengths & secret that I’ll let you in,
To loose that kind of weight fast takes self-discipline.
You can’t worry about calories all the time,
Just watch what you’re eating & you’ll be fine.
Don’t get offended by the past 3 lines,
I know you like to go to the gym & you might want to know it but don’t worry your fine.
Another strength of mine that strengthened from lifting down to a tee,
Is the strength of my loyalty.
I know this is kind of sudden like a dream or trance,
But all I’m asking Kristina is to give me a chance.
KRISTINA LUGN, YOU…: Two Sonnets
Dr. Manoranjan Das
One
You’re the seeker of liberation with ultimate
Aim through your own creation where the everlasting
Happiness is nursed by you for moderating
The life’s dogma and harmony ; that’s accurate.
Kristina Lugn, , ah! Your good deeds are attached
With needs of men through the real essence
Of pure knowledge that rowed to consequence.
Here’s your aspiration with realization ; that’s set...
Your powerful pen takes out the views of your mind,
To promote the society where the flux
Of your pure experience is mingled , to stand
Beside the object of realities as a box
Of virtues ; here significantful project
Of self identity is for intuitive effect…
Two
With the conscious will and affirmative approach,
You ‘ve the self evidence with identity , at all;
And your means of cognition is to attach
For validity to establish love, over all.
Your thought is waved to black and white, owing
To ooze into the mind of men which’s ontological;
Here your manifesto is sparked for mankind, viewing
With the virtues ; not in epistemological....
Kristina Lugn, you have the higher self-attitude
For society’s positiveness, on the whole
Here awareness and consciousness, basing on a route,
Are , ah! Activated through your distinctive role.
Ah! Kristina Lugn, you are the horizon of love;
And you aptly cultivate uniqueness that you have
You are everything I ever wanted
I hear the voice
Within me say
I became everything I ever wanted
That midnight moment I cried out
To confess and pray
You are everything this world needs
I hear the voice
Not my own tell me
Curious as I am
I begin to comprehensively understand
Asking myself
What does the world need?
How can I be anything?
Anyone?
Everything?
I love you Kristina
I hear this repetitively
This I rarely tell myself
But the voice within is adamant to remind me
Carving a path to my heart
Setting a spark to my mind
Instantly everything changed
Everything became directed
Everything revolved around this voice
A voice of greatness as my guide
Everything, everything
Since belief in you entered my life
The wind howls
Through its audience of trees.
Their tired leaves rustle wildly,
Distracting from the departing sun.
Rain has started to fall,
Lightly at first..
And then in torrents...
But steadily.
By now, I am drenched.
I close my eyes,
And take another deep breath.
Kristina Lim
May 4, 2023
Imus, Cavite, Philippines
National Belt Time For The Bros
tell me this didn't happen
it did
lil bro and big bro are fast at it, again
two tapes, a plastic, a tennis ball, a golf ball
all batted by the bros onto the neighbors roof
across the street
bros are thinking what to do
what to do next
there's no more balls to play with
think, think
this is national past time
baseball, baseball
two outs in the ninth tie score
Kristina's looking on, blowing kisses to the both of us
she's our neighbor's daughter, when we grew up in Norway
she's fun, she's first base most of the time
bros come up with an idea
games still on
both look inside at dad's pool table
and grab a cue ball
hmm. it's white
nothings going to happen
bros say to themselves
no,no,no
oh please listen
this isn't happening, bros
your dad's recreation
where he invites all his friends for weekly pool games
no, stop
think, think ...
... the bros do think, somewhat
it's okay. dad won't know
angels, angels please zap them
stop them, stop them, please
before ...
it's too late
it's too late
big bros winding up,
leg high in the air
lil bro's in the batter's box
focusing on the sweet spot
the cue ball sails towards lil bro
a speeding bullet train
he swings with all his might, misses
big bros won, big bros won
hands high above in the air
oh, oh
there's a glass shattering sound
hands sadly sagging low now
see i told you
both bros look at the hole in the window
double panes of glass laughing at their youth
Kristina runs home, smart
both bros look at each other;
tears running down their faces
it's too late bros
thinking the obvious,
what were we thinking
yet in the heat of the moment
it was baseball
national pastime ...
until when dad arrived home ..
national past time hurt
let me tell you, let me tell you
it hurt the sweet spot
connie pachecho
2/17/17
Kristina
Passionate, Honest, Positive, and Intuitive
Sister of Chas Sister And a Half of Nelson
Lover of Nature, Peace and Lessons
Who Feels Lonely, Curious and Limited
Who Fears Failure, Trust and Love
Who would like to see Change, Travel and a Life
Resident of Vandenberg Village, CA
Whitmore
The cool breeze of the holidays
turns into a nightmare of mirrors:
I am inside a polyhedron of mirrors.
They are all around,
and I am all they see.
They surround me –
I am all I see.
And I realize I am alone.
The cool breeze of the holidays
turns into a nightmare of prisms:
I see myself break up into me.
I break up,
then break up into me.
I go on, but it’s the same.
I realize I am alone;
I realize I am lonely.
Kristina Lim
December 22, 2006
Quezon City, Philippines
I'm severred from life
A million miles south of Heaven
But childrenplease don't cry
I'll be fine, it'll work out
Unless before then I die
Just keep your chin up
And let Will take you in
I fear we're not alone
I stil wonder...sometimes
Is it Gabriel? Lucifer?
Just picked up and spit out
Chewed but not swallowed
You despise the taste
Cut me, beat me, rape me
I'm totally different now
Dreaming of what I only know
And if I caught myself
Trying to kill myself
Would I stop?
Because of you, Kristina, I'll never be the same
--So there I was
Lying there crying, bleeding, and dyin as I write
I felt alone and alienated
But then I found Trinity
I miss the estranged looks
The way they messed with my head
I miss the house I used to reside
Everything happened for the first time
And for all the good saints
Who kept me in line
I bid them goodbye
For their efforts were in vain
The hand I once held
Now lies in another
But the world still exists around me
I miss Her
I miss the anger she caused
Bleeding knuckles from the fight
I miss the love she once had
Breaking my heart with her sight
And for all the evil things
That torment my mind
I hold you close with no goodbye
You're all too successful
I miss the pain, I miss the anguish
I miss the sorrow, I miss the tears
I miss the screams, I think I know why
I miss Kristina, thought she lied
Baby, I saw the light
while looking up into your eyes.
Tears streaming down your face,
we were waiting on a better place.
Love filled me from the inside.
You and I side by side,
going
somewhere
brighter on the other side.
Feelings that I can't explain
filled me as my life drained.
I needed you more as time passed.
Both of us were fading fast.
Being driven towards destination,
We were feeding each others determination
going
somewhere
higher on the loving side.
An intense need for you and me
together to be set free.
In order for us to survive
we had to keep each other alive.
Compelled to get where we were going,
neither of us knowing,
Going
somewhere
brighter on the other side.
Author: Kristina Robertson
I turn off the alarm.
6 o'clock.
Tired shoulders.
Stomach grumbling.
I turn over on the bed.
Long day ahead.
Deadlines, backlog.
You enter our room, my heart skips a beat.
You...
You.
I smile,
Stretch my arms,
And get up.
Kristina Lim
December 10, 2021
Imus, Cavite, Philippines
Tall neon city lights dance on the water
as the gentle waves crash onto the harbor.
The ship blares its horns
and calls for its last passengers to board.
Spotlights in the distance wave their arms in the night sky
searching for answers — oh, how hard they try!
Giddy lovers hold hands while waiting in line at the dock,
watching... I painfully stare back.
I reach inside my pocket and press my thumb against your ring,
our forever that no longer stands a chance.
Kristina Lim
November 25, 2021
Imus, Cavite, Philippines
"I'm poor," I said.
"And I am scared
Of drowning you
When bills are due."
You said, "we're fine
And in due time
Your work will be
Worth it, you'll see."
"My wish for you
Is someone who
Can always go
Where you will go."
"I'm fine alone
When you can't come.
I know you'll heed
My real needs."
"I'm not enough,
I'm not as tough.
Look out the door,
They are much more."
"I used to pray
One day I may
Find someone who
Is just like you."
"When things are bad
Or I am sad
It's you I want
To hold my hand."
"And every night
When I am tired
What joy to see
You are with me."
"Until we're old,
I'd feel like gold
If I'd still have
All of your love."
So, now I know
I'll never flee.
Let's tie a rope
'Round you and me.
Kristina Lim
November 26, 2021
Imus, Cavite, Philippines
M-ind
A-nd
R-emarkable
I-ntellect
A-lways
K-now
R-ules
I-n
S-weet
T-riumph
I-f
N-iceness
A-nd
O-penness
R-emain
A-t
T-he
E-xcellence
Topic: Birthday of Maria Kristina Orate (September 04)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic