Best Lossbrother Poems


We May Never Know the Hour Or the Day

We may never know the hour or the day

Written By Dean Masciarelli

October 15, 2010 (6:32am)


We may never know the hour or the day 
when a loved one of ours will pass away 

And today has been  
such very sad day 

Because I just 
found out recently 

That my older brother Van 
passed away last Saturday
 
And it is never easy when we 
have to say one final goodbye

Because it leaves us 
feeling really empty

And no matter how hard 
it 
may be for you or for me

We have to let our loved ones go so that they 
can be free
to spend the rest of eternity resting peacefully

(Last Saturday my dear beloved brother had a massive heart attack and  was taken away from all of his loved ones at the age of fifty seven ,  and he will be deeply missed, May his spirit always rest in peace.)

Mount Zion

Once upon a time, my life was on track
Moving onward, achieving all my goals
Revered by my peers, their pats on my back
They praised my advice and said it was gold

Its was nice that they cared enough to call me
They would say "Mitch, I'm glad you changed that"
I'd reply "anything for the company"
Followed by dreaded small talk and chit chat

Then the day my mom called, my world just caved
My brother was sick, in the intensive care
San Diego was three thousand miles away
Hell or high water, I was going to get there

I quit my job just before a promotion
The CEO offered me a big raise
I declined and his eyes filled with emotion
He knew my brother was in his last days

When I arrived he could barely see
His doctor said AIDS in the last stage
Talked about girls and Yosemite
He wanted out of his room, his cage

I wheel chaired him on out to the parking lot
To see my new truck and so he could smoke
He quoted a scripture I never forgot
His blind eyes pure gray as he took a toke

It was about the Mount Zion in our home town
He had found God, which explained his calm
I said "that is great" as his smoke hit the ground
He started my journey, I found it in Psalms


By the rivers of Babylon
where we sat down
yea, we wept,
when we remembered Zion

The Last Vampire Part 2 - a Collaboration With Jack Blackman

Part two (written by Jack Blackman) 0792059
Luth: I turned to gaze into my sibling's evil eyes of spite,
For fate had fallen on this forlorn night
To my delight.
I ceased my merry tune, a somber grin split wide my face,
My fangs gleamed in firelight as I stood framed
by the fireplace.
My amber eyes held his a moment
before I spoke aloud,
"I kneel to no one, I flee from none,
for I am far too proud."
I drew my broadsword and braced the steel
till blood dripped from my hand.
Then, nice and calm, I drank from my palm and said,
"I will kill you where you stand."
My brother then chuckled, hate danced in his eyes,
And he said, "You have no chance but to die!
I will slay you as I slew your flock,
and leave your intestines strewn on the rocks!"
I thought to myself, How vainly he boasts,
but surely he is a damn liar!
For I believed not that he killed my whole flock,
My beloved family of vampires.
"If you do not believe they are dead," he said,
"Then call out to them with the thoughts in your head,
and you will then see what I speak is the truth,
Use your telepathic powers to retrieve your own proof -
I killed your children and your wife, Luth."
My confidence faltered at his bold proclamation,
For my brother's mind worked by a sick fascination,
with a desire to be the last vampire,
He would maliciously murder our own grandsire.
I closed my eyes and sought with my thoughts,
To reach out to my wife's lovely mind.
I fought through the void and called out for her,
and silence was all I could find.
To my great horror, my children neither seemed to be there 
or replied.
Full of righteous anger, I opened my eyes,
and tears of blood I cried.
My brother was stronger, but I was much faster,
and faster than thought, I brought his disaster;
By darting across the room at a speed
that left no seam on his neck there to bleed.
He laughed and thought himself unharmed,
but then  began to cough -
when a crimson stain spread in a line at his throat,
and then his head fell off!
I stood above his corpse, eyes glowing as if twin campfires,
and in my heart I knew despair,
For I was the last vampire.


Early Morning Call From Erath

I asked for 40 winks more, but she 
had her way with me, as she always does.
Don't argue with the muse: "The ***** is always right,"
my brother would say in disgust about his third,
and final wife.  He's the guy who walked me 
down the aisle in a crowded church,
and gave me as wife to his best friend, in lieu 
of a father, gone too soon. "I wish Daddy 
didn't die," he said, a grown man on the telephone 
in one of his late night phone calls, where I 
sat huddled in a blanket on the floor, listening 
to the lost child he would always be.

He wore pinstripe gray on my wedding day,  
preempting the famous "Hucklebuck" as we 
christened the funky turquoise suit 
that lit up his blue eyes and golden Greek-
god hair. He was the baby brother I raised 
after our mother left, leaving him back-
stroking, forever seeking Jesus love 
in a sea of imperfect women.  

Ever the renegade, he took his married sister
to his Senior Prom to whispers 
of impropriety, and glares from pretty girls 
who might have been his date.  I was 
the big sister, glamourous in the simple, 
black moire' gown our aunt had made to take 
my freshman year at college by storm. 

Oh Yes! Brother above reproaches, 
gone ten years as your birthday approaches, 
I call (no area code needed) to say,
in the 28 minutes it took to write this poem, 
maybe less than the time it takes to birth 
a baby, 'dare a la luz', red and screaming 
in his brand-new birthday suit,  Poetry 
and you, brother, were labors of love.  You: 
the most beautiful boy in the world.
© Nola Perez  Create an image from this poem.

I Couldnt

i couldnt ease your pain
the day your brother died
all i could do was hold you 
and along with you i cried

i know your heart is broken
cause your love for him went unspoken
but i believe he,s looking down
from heaven up on high
in time you,ll start to heal 
from having to tell your brother goodbye

Growing

Look little sister, look and see,
We can be anything we want to be.
Let’s pretend we’re rich and not poor,
He was then 7 I was 4

Come my brother lets venture and play, 
The sun is shining it’s such a nice day.
We found our castles in the trees we climbed,
When I was 6, he was 9.

He’d take my hand and we’d go on our way,
Giggling and laughing to school everyday.
We always made it, but after the bell,
When I was 9, and he was 12.

But the road of life changes suddenly,
And though he got bigger he had time for me.
He sometimes yelled, but was not to mean,
When I was 12, he was 15.

Then one day he was waving goodbye,
My big brother was leaving my side,
But I knew better, so I stood there proud,
We were both, 3 years older now.

Well he’s home again never to leave,
and never to walk and never to see.
For all around him the grass is green,
He would have been 20, and I 17.

Pretending at 7, then climbing at 9,
going to school, rarely on time.
Growing up strong, then moving along,
That was our life, but for him it is gone.


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