Best Little Sister Poems
Little
is left
little breath
sagging stem
begging eyes
trains come, then depart
rancid smoke over grey fields
I am little
I saw it all
A is for Annie Apple Blossom she buds in the Spring.
B is Betty Baby Breath she's such a dainty thing.
C is for Miss Candy Tuft pink-cheeked with hair of gold.
D is Debbie Dandelion who never does what she's told!
E is for Easter Lily she's as white as snow.
F is Francie Fairy Bells who ring-a-lings where she goes.
G is for Ginny Gardenia perfumed oh so sweet.
H is Holly Hocks a Tomboy, she has two left feet!
I is for Inca Lily dressed in colors light.
J is Joanie Jump-Ups, Johnny's little sister bright.
K is for Katie Kangaroo Paw her nails are painted red.
L is Lila Lady Slipper who stays too long a bed.
M is for Merry Morning Glory dressed in pale blue.
N is Nancy Narcissus who trumpets ""toodeloo!"
O is for Olivia the Ox-Eyed Daisy dolly.
P is Patty Petunia, her pancakes are a folly.
Q is for Queenie Anns Lace her dresses all have ruffles.
R is Ruby Rose-a-lee who almost always shuffles.
S is for Sandy Snap Dragon tall and thin. petite.
T is Tallulah Tulip her clothes are so off beat!
U is for Uma Umbrella Flower, sweet and sunny.
V is Vicky Violet she plays with Easter bunnies.
W is for Wendy Water Lily she'd rather swim than dance.
X is Xana Xmas Tree in Winter she's entrancing.
Y is for Yani Yarrow, a girl so bonny fair
Z is Zelda Zinnia, she pinning Yani's hair.
All our girls are fine and strong, so beautiful and brave
Not a single one of them would think to misbehave!
Bio: Wise woman.
A message from Emilly
By Angelo Casiano
A message from above to those of you I love.
I love you more than you’ll ever know,
Even more now that I’m gone.
And my love for you will grow and grow,
Like the chorus to a song.
I had to leave much sooner than
I thought, I must admit.
But you know mom, until I’m done,
I’m never gonna quit.
I left behind some parts of me,
I have so much to give.
Because of you I’m strong enough,
to help some others live.
So Daddy when you think of me,
While you watch the Phillies play.
I’ll be sitting next to you. I’ll be with you every day.
You’ve given me the best of you.
And now I’m giving back.
I will love you for eternity. No matter were I’m at.
Licia, A Mysterious Mind
A mysterious mind
You often do find
Is cluttered with all kinds of clowns
In your ear they speak
Quite often with cheek
And tell of your ups and your downs
Driving you mad
By being so bad
But without them, where would you be?
Those voices you hear
Are your friends my dear
Though controlling them can be deadly
Wishing to tell
How they give you hell
The run around with their demands
Every now and then
They rule your pen
Just to prove you obey their commands
It isn’t as though
They say hello
They just barge in, take over the roost
Where they get their prose
Only heaven knows
But the soup gets its comedic boost
Bawdy they be
Extremely naughty
Yet they have the knack with the crowd
With their crazy antics
Mind bending tricks
The reader’s soon laughing out loud
So please let them stay
Don’t chase them away
For the loss will not only be yours
Live and let live
So sister forgive
Those voices that this world adores
We were both so young full of spirit and fun
She's the Indian I'm the Cowgirl as we move along the ground just fooling around
Running through the house attacking each other with laughter and joy trying to be coy
We see the rifle with no knowledge of great threat
Just giving us a peak with nothing to regret
My sister grabs it first and play shoots me but I'm quick and hold a might sway
I'm a strong cowgirl aiming to attack
I snatch the rifle from the Indian as she starts to retract
I AIM-- I SHOOT--
BANG!
My breathing has stopped but I'm not aware
My ears are ringing
Do I run and hide do I start screaming?
For death I do not know and everything is now so slow
Is she just sleeping or can I hear her weeping?
Mama where are you? You were just ten steps below but you do not show
My sister must be sleeping a blanket will help her weeping
Gently I cover her but she doesn't seem to know
Her long brown hair now has an odd red glow
I'm only a child but my mind is going wild
My tears of fear blind me as I fall to the ground
Many days have passed me as I have grow old
but I can still remember her grave with the Angel stone.
T Reams 10th Place for my Sister Amber I Miss You
Tussled hair, bruised knees, toothless, lop-sided grin;
Ma is so thankful her dear little imp wasn't born a twin!
She likes things running smoothly, like a finely-tuned violin,
But her little boy marches to his own drum, much to her chagrin!
To begin the day he feeds his breakfast oatmeal to the dog.
Opening a drawer, Ma lets out a screech, finding a slimy frog!
He encourages a fight between Rusty the dog and Simba the cat,
And 'round and 'round they go, in raucous heated combat!
The preacher made his periodic call and settled in his seat.
A whoopee cushion made a lewd noise, startling him to his feet!
He mumbled a hasty good-by, and headed for the door,
As the little imp, choking with laughter, rolled upon the floor!
Ma made treats for her bridge club, saying they were not his fare,
But on bridge day, lo and behold, she found the cupboard bare!
He pestered his little sister unmercifully with never any slack!
"Mommy", she screamed, "he put a slimy worm down my back!"
Tho' he drives his long-suffering mother up the wall,
She wouldn't trade him for any other little boy at all.
After his prayers at bedtime and seeing his sweet, angelic smile,
Ma plops in her chair seeking repose from another daily trial!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
"Tightropes of the Three Graces"
Tightropes
for hanging clothes
on a line
each piece
pegged wooden
held between closed fences
misfortune's breeze lifts
sleeves like covers
pointing the way home
books and their pages
for The Davenport dancers
all's well that ends well
scene perfect
imperfect fortunes
throughout their ages
the balancing act
seeking Life’s rhyme
saving fates in stages
odd numbers
are never easy,
never graceful
the balancing acts,
tightropes
of the Graces
saving fates in 3 stages
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
mlb, klb, llb
Édouard Bisson , French Pre-Raphaelite
“Die drei Grazien”, 1899
Hans Baldung, German Renaissance and Mannerism
“Three Ages of Man”, 1541 -1544
“Three Graces”, 1539
Sandro Botticelli, Italian Renaissance
“The Three Graces”, 1485 - 1487
Came home just the other day
Caught my kitties well at play
Cats like to climb up trees it's true
They have the Christmas spirit too!
But not my lovely Christmas tree!
They looked as innocent as can be
With ornaments hanging off his nose
One came out smelling like a rose
For his little sister was worse than that
She was a silver garland-wrapped cat!
Oh they had such fun 'til I came home
Their saucer eyes so brightly shone
I couldn't stay mad for very long
Soon was singing a different song
Found the camera and flashed some shots
Cleaning up all the messy spots
Re-hung the ornaments on the tree
Again it was lovely as could be!
I was the moonchild, eclipsing in the night
You were the sunshine that filled earth's
days so bright
Through space, we fly, the years zoom by
Our childhood dreams and fun-filled schemes
Echo by the sea, our voices, you and me
My little flower sister, you blossomed in the sun
Our camping trips, gymnastic flips, oh!
We had so much fun
Little sister Sunshine, my blossom of the sea
I treasure our sweet moments,
you're my precious Chelserie!
To my baby sister, whom I love so much
<3
~ BJ ~
I stare through the rear window as
the car begins to move away
With tears running the gamut of my
Face my body trembling and wet with
Sweat
I choke with anger as the contempt
For this separation grows deep
I wail and I wail
It is then that the memory of her tear
Filled puffy red eyes as she is cloaked
In a moment of sadness
Is imprinted on me
And I became a broken child
On a journey to a world that seemed
To be without conscience
For no longer could I be her
Protector and me the center of her
Attention
As the weeks turn to years the years
To decades
A bitter emptiness haunts me
For when I search my memory
Nowhere do I find ever saying
The goodbye word
To my little sister
And I cry
Earl S. Jackson
Mar 1996
Copyright © 2010 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved
Oh shooting star!
Burnt out bright across a sky
thier wonder in your light
a frozen trail of tears you leave behind
Their laughter at your sparks
I have felt your ash
You roam lost within the dark
I run to where you've crashed
I've ran so fast so far to where you are
Oh fickle little shooting star
And
Oh shooting star!
Burnt out lost within a sky
They all cheer
They cannot see you wave goodbye
Oh shooting star!
I sigh despite their smiles
for the further you have flown
I know the faster you will die
So fly
fly away shooting star
Love
Sky
She was easy
Easy going, easy to please and easy on the eyes
He pursued what was hard
Hard to attain, hard to read, and hardly ever pleased
Still, she loved him, fiercely
Possibly even more so, because he was hard
Hey bro, what’s up with that
You said you were Too old Too cool
No costume No trick & treating for you
Not interested in going out to get your own candy
You’d obviously rather rummage through my stash
All in the name of helping me with my diet
I want to thank you ever so much for your concern
But don’t do me any favors, bro
If I were you I’d watch my back
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on October 14, 2019 for contest IF I WERE MY BROTHER sponsored by BOBBY MAY - RANKED 2ND
"Possums on the Run - Part 1"
Well she ran away
danced the F.U.
Revolutionary Dance
Jokers are trumps
Euchre, 500,
Queens Slippers
no Deuce, no Romance
Holey holy
blue jeans torn and buried
underneath the house
with uneaten sandwiches
going mouldy in plastic lunch bags,
old unwanted items, school books
torn pages, hessian bags, burnt pots,
newspaper wrappings fading
tales of the city with
dreams of necromancy.
She’s upstairs deliberating
sitting at the kitchen table
writing her stories
Over with doing the dishes
done with Rainbow Princesses,
homework squats and
buried small town garbage runs
over strawberry jam and creamed up
Sunday Cream Buns.
A good day out
some holiday
collecting cut grass
she stands watching
red skinned motor mower man
barking orders
while the other daughters
stand en garde cross-armed
no hat, sun burnt,
barefeet, blistering in the
boiling Sun.
En Garde, patiently waiting
watching Frilly Lizard Black Boy
Kangaroo Paw Hibiscus
“There’s a tortoise under the
outside dunny!”
there’s a flaming tortoise
on the run
slow mode
totally bizarre,
wonders where
it came from…she thinks,
“run tortoise run”.
She knows better, she’s 17,
she’s the Dancing Queen,
she’s Top Gun.
(Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018)
1. .... x
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ZUX3j6WLiQ
"Possums on the Run - Part 2"
No ice cream,
cupboard’s bare
ultra Fahrenheit sun,
hang out the clothes
do the dinner run,
setting table,
setting sun,
Can of Irish Stew, mashed potatoes,
Baked Beans, toast -
no Sunday Roast -
cordon blue, delectable, what fun…
Fruit Bats flying,
Yellow crested Cockatoo screams
Pink Galahs are joking
Kookaburra’s laughing
rabbit in the back yard again
where’d it come from?
Shakes her head, thinks,
“It’s escaping, it’s on the run”.
The other two are dying,
they’ve gone awol,
jumped the fence
drank the Mick priests’
alter wine and then some,
time to mention
the box of Dad’s Wine Club
she thinks, “ bloody hell,
they’ve gone wild. Why me?
Why am I left with
the Primary School Club?”
He’s gonna be home soon
she turns the shower on
stands them up quick,
cold water rushing down,
anxiety sets in thick,
adrenalin rush
heart boom-boom-boom
“Quick!” she cries, “Quick!”
stand them up under cold water
in the shower, “Quick, Quick, Quick!”.
“Come on l’il sista”,
the kid’s laughing,
like it’s fun
sober up before Five,
he’s gonna be home soon
“god! The Father
and the son…
We’re Done! Done! Done!”
Flyscreen door, mosquito coils
here comes the Kimberley’s roar
it’s 5pm,
all looks normal
li’l sister sitting up sober and brave
table’s set, dinner’s ready
where’s the other one?
She’s laying flat out,
counting zzzzz’s
'cause she hit the ruddy rum!
Shake her, wake her up
the King is home, surf’s up
din-din’s on...
Steak N Kidney Puddin’
from the tin
“Wake Up! Runi-B-Kahrun,” she
whisper-screams on the run
to the dinner table,
“get quick to the kitchen, run, run, run!”
Small town blues
bugger it, bugger bum
(Aussie Slang nothing
nefarious) run, run, run
That was yesterday
table set, dinner done
debate around the table
“Tids”, he says with concern,
“you're looking rather piqued, better
go rest some”.
Another day is done.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)
1. Simple Minds/Everything She Said
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T2uqUjJQwGY