Best Second Cousin Poems
I bought a used electric car, and not coz I’ve gone green
For there were better reasons for obtaining that machine.
I figured weekday mornings I could save some precious time
Transforming my used car into the voltage making line.
The first thing that I added was a GFI outlet
That was capably installed by my second cousin Brett.
I then hooked up my toothbrush and put in what I loved most
A shiny, stainless, four slice, brand new toaster for my toast.
I couldn’t charge my razor since there wasn’t any space
So I plugged in an adaptor that should cover every base.
No sooner did the mini fridge take up the whole back seat
The juice and bread and butter filled its 1.5 square feet.
Last of all I mounted a new flat screen on the dash
And don’t you know that luxury depleted all my cash.
A light went on inside my head conveying some green scams
Like selling drinks and other things while stuck in traffic jams.
Or maybe my good neighbors would be inclined to pay
For running cords to their machines while parked in the driveway.
One day I found that my car had a convertible top
When too much steam from the popcorn machine made the top pop.
And that mishap was followed by a nippy, drenching rain
Shorting my ‘lectronics; going green can be a pain.
After that the batteries did not hold a single charge
Forcing me to lug the heap to an auto salvage yard.
Someone asked why I didn’t start with a Winnebago
Coz I had fun driving something green as a tomato.
Here I am facing my death at age sixteen.
Each moment of my life has been a foreboding scene.
I never had desire to be this nation’s queen.
Devoid of love and care from my mother,
it seems I could not trust her or any other.
Merely a pawn in the game of my father-in-law’s ambitions,
I was inadvertently swept into these political transitions.
King Edward was tricked into naming me next in line.
To be ruler of this nation was not of my design.
The crown is something I should never truly own.
My second cousin Mary is rightful heir to the throne.
With Mary’s rule, a new era in England had begun.
To be a part of rebellion was never my intention.
Here in the middle of this winter season,
my husband and I have been found guilty of treason.
I witnessed my husband Guilford’s decapitated body.
Pulled in a cart past my cell, it was plain to see.
Frightening was the thought the next to die should be me.
However, I shall approach the block with grace and dignity.
Let my plight be known throughout the course of history.
May they realize I was undeserving of my destiny.
Lady Jane Grey, a cousin of England's King Edward VI, was queen of England for
only nine days from July 10-19, 1553. She was convicted of high treason. She and
her husband, Lord Guilford Dudley, were executed in the Tower of London on
February 12, 1554. I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for valuable
information I obtained to write this poem.
Mysterious Object
In the middle of the night
Sleeping in my bed
To see this huge craft in flight
A vision in my head
A huge cigar-shaped object
Moving from east to west
Words cannot describe this subject
I am afraid, this is not a test
From the direction of the Hudson
Or the Jersey shore
This is the second cousin
Of the first in two, I am very sure
Over the Bronx, a hundred feet
A people sleeping late
Have no idea, they are about to meet
A horrible fate
William Morrissey 6/15/02 vision
My shoulders are well oiled axles,
my fists are cannon balls
I am an uncompromised,
uninhibited,
and unchallenged fresh breath of boldness
I am a statue of fastholding,
chiseled down from black diamonds by the strong hand of craftsmanship
I am chaos's more stable second cousin,
and favored uncle to the prodigals, the proliferates, the princes, and the prodigies
I am the lion's heart beat,
the war drum's sporadic syncopation
I am the wolf pack's collective sixth and seventh senses,
keen on the scent of blood, fear, and impending annihilation
I will not sway to the breath of your voice
nor will I stagger at the wind your weather weaves
Advance upon me and find yourself hard pressed against calloused intolerance,
behind which is a wall,
and behind that wall,
an army
I pray you combust into flames and feathers at once
should my name birth from your lips
I pray my night guardsmen have eyes of eagles,
and my trumpeteers have breaths of behemoths should you
ever encroach upon my camp at dreaming hour
I promise to empress upon you pressure,
of a nature that spawns pearls, magma, and passionate revolution
But the only revolution that will come of your resistance is vertigo,
as you spiral downward into abysmal forgottenness
Now heed my words with intent lest you risk the fate of faded bewilderment
May God be my strength as I destroy you
Eviscerate you
Annihilate you
I will obliterate you until the only remnant of your very existence
is but a vague memory,
of a fleeting idea
in a dream
inside a dream
inside a coma.
www.psalmsandpsychoses.com
I gave my son a wagon
and boy he had such fun
I don’t know why I’m bragging,
I do not have son
I asked about his mother,
he said they called her Stan
Named after her brother,
and second Cousin Jan
And then he said, hey mister,
with comets in your hair
Do you have a sister,
and could her name be Claire?
I said, I don’t remember,
what difference does it make?
Ask me in December,
that I just can't fake
I think she married Lenny,
the guy with crooked teeth
He liked to call her Jenny,
it gave him some relief
But she was not related,
we found her at the door
We stood there and debated,
then asked her in for more
He looked up at me funny,
a squint had found his eyes
Today was very sunny,
behind the clouded skies
His jeans were kind of tattered
and sneakers sat untied
Not that that really mattered
and then his voice replied
Well now I must be going,
although I’d like to stay
I hear the rooster crowing,
the time has come to play
He thanked me for the wagon
and rolled off down the lane
I think to fight a dragon
I just can not explain
When then I heard him sighing
while tiny wheels did squeak
He shouted, no denying
“Hey mister, you’re a freak”
Of tomorrows,
there were many drafts written by the
cautious optimist,
dreamy realist,
half-hearted idealist,
world-is-my-oysterist.
All previous versions of myself,
anticipating future versions of himself.
But life
is a ruthless editor.
And THIS!
This is a stretch,
at best a second cousin, twice removed from
all those old drafts now sitting
in the bottom drawer
of my mind,
almost forgotten.
But not quite.
Not totally.
I’M ALONE BUT NOT ALONE;
oH am I
I’M ALONE BUT NOT ALONE;
oH am I
great uncle died but I still have God;
Great grandmother died but I still have God;
Great auntie died, yes I still have God;
All my people dead and gone, yet I still have God;
I’M ALONE BUT NOT ALONE;
oH am I
I’M ALONE BUT NOT ALONE;
oH am I
Second cousin died but I still have God;
Another Great uncle dies yes I still have God;
All these physical persons have left my side;
As I breathe and receive as I believe I still have God
My Dad’s mother died my grandma, but I still have God;
Mother die my mom at 39 years I was only 17, left with just dad
Was mad at God felt alone, betrayed and shun…guess what I still had
I still had God;
Father died ten years later, never sung to my father I cried yet I still…
I still had God (He’s by my side)
He’s my heart, the air that I breathe He’s in and outside of me;
Of the 5 children my mother’s mother had all dead;
Except my uncle left alone, yet not alone I still have God;
My best friend and his entire family murdered, made National News
Went to the funeral felt hurt again yet alone, but guess what I still had God;
Cousin died, two close friend died still I cried
Yeah! Yeah! I know I still got God
Death hurts, but what’s worse is to lose your soul and spin eternity in Hell
Wife died three years ago, Yeah! I know I’m alone but guess what..
I still have God
Come to me all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens I’ll give you rest;
I will not cause pain without allowing something new to be birth in you say’s the Lord;
He heals the brokenhearted and bind up the wounds
When you go through deep waters I will be with you;
Whenever you feel unloved, unimportant or insecure remember to whom you belong;
I’M ALONE BUT, NOW ALONE;
oH am I
I’M ALONE BUT NOT ALONE;
oH am I
You can be sure that I will be with you always to the very end of the age
Even if my father and mother abandon me the Lord will take care of me –
God said: I will in no way leave you, neither will I in any way forsake you. Therefore we can say: The Lord is my helper. I will not fear. What can man do to me? –
“let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith.”
I am alone yet not alone…
4/4/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Gloom used to be so familiar to me,
A second cousin once removed, with similar eyes
And my own tangled hair
We used to have long conversations in the dark,
And stroke each other’s faces,
Mourning the loss of joy’s bright dancing limbs
And when the dawn light broke we would shudder,
Collectively, and huddle beneath the duvet
Ah we were such good friends, gloom and I…
But then as the years passed I began to resent his presence
Began to hate his guts
And eventually I kicked him out of bed –
I thought – forever…
Celebratory days passed, in a blur of unfamiliar happiness
All sparkling and gilded and glowing with infantile delight
I threw myself into being normal, loved every minute –
Until the day came when I met you,
One suffocating autumn night,
And Gloom rubbed his hands together in glee –
Knowing that he could follow you and worm his way back into my heart
Clinging to you like a leech until he could slip inside me
And colonize once again the mansion he had lived in;
The grim black walls of my gothic heart
So you see, my love, I have a lot to hate you for
Because not only did you break down my walls
But you let the darkness in…
And not only did you leave me cold and weeping
But you gave me despair for a friend…
So run away, darling, while you still can –
Because rage smolders in my heart, and the grim desire for revenge…
I am a monkey dark and clean
I am a monkey and I love soybean
I am a monkey and I love to eat greens
I am a monkey and I am on a global spree
I am a monkey and I am swinging from tree to tree
I am a monkey and I love to be free
I am a monkey and I am full of glee
They say that I am very agile
But the truth is sometimes my race is very fragile
One talk of monkey with me will rise up a dust storm
One monkey talk will send them scrambling in the dark
I am a monkey and I am big and strong
I am monkey and I am the queen of the land
I originate from the jungle I have traveled
miles upon miles with numerous bundles
My sisters and brothers are baboons and chimpanzees
And we all originate from the primates family
The lion is my first cousin and the tiger is my second cousin
I love discussion and concession but I hate confession
I am a monkey and I am beautiful and sweet,
I can survive for long hours in the sweltering heat
I am a monkey and I love to eat, I often walk on two feet
But when I am angry I walk on four feet
I am very sensitive but I am not easily offended
I love to enjoy a good joke about my long tail and my beautiful mouth
They joke about my beautiful eyes but that doesn't make me cry
They even mock me on the football field
That will not shatter my dreams
I am a monkey and I am bursting with energy
I am a monkey and I like to watch a good show
I love to sing and dance
But I don’t like when you step on my big toe
I originate from the monkey kingdom and I have much wisdom
In the future I will rule the world
So you better get used to my monkey face
Get down on your knees and thank God for amazing grace
The monkey will be with every day and we will meet in the hallway
I am a monkey and I can jump from the street to the top of the mountain
I am a monkey so meet me at the fountain I love to mingle with everybody
But I am going around in a monkey body
I am a monkey and I like to do things the monkey way.
Freeloaders
Those who feel entitled to what others have
While envying and resenting them for having it;
Isn’t this a second cousin to an oxymoron?
Tom
Word to your mother I'm the over weight lover
A beat of the clock to watch the grand tick tock
Blowing up the system in my shorts
Summer...Summer...Summer is here nothing to fear
Girls in hot shorts the curves on there hips
Hitting the gym no where to begin
Solid as a rock cause I got a big cock
Pulling down the dope joint over my head
Wake up dead a head full of lead
A nine at my back homeboy giving me a heart attack
See you on the flip side cheese
That girl will knock you to you knees
We got the stereo blasting
Body kit cars in the mix
Smoking a blunt to my head
Snoop is singing my favorite song
Gin & juice better then the blues
New sneakers on Nike and I'm not blind
Sound the alarm playing spades on the patio
Banging hot ladies somebody save me
Long hair, short shorts & a weave
Knock you to your knees I got to sneeze
Sugar is sweet like hot in the oven
Better then kissing your second cousin
You say I'm not dope well your all wrong
The stereo is playing my favorite song
Going to play pool with a couple of friends
Should I knock over another mail box
It all depends while I boogey right down to the socks
What's my claim to fame sense the like of Scott La Rock
Pulling on my jock cause you want a another push
Honey's in my sofa and some under my hood
Some are just no damn good
What's a young homeboy to do
Bitten off more then I could chew
What's the golden rule
A deep wooded valley, heavily condensed with enriching moisture, and more importantly, teeming with an assortment of life, of every size, shape, and species. One such life just awoke and has spread its delicate see-through sheen-like white wings. It is looking up at the star-laden night sky. It oo's and ah's at the splendor of it. Out of nowhere, a dragonfly says his name is Draco.
The little one said that she was Dolanica, and he told her that all of her kind was named that. Like all of his kind were named Draco too, and that they were a distant cousin. He said that his name was actually, Draco the pesky and that she is a Mayfly like her second cousin, but then she was the rarer ones. She said that someone is here for her and that she'll be right back, and in a flash, she returned. Draco asked if she was done and she told him that there was one more thing.
Then in a flash, she was all done. Draco asked where she put them, and she pointed to a large turned up tree trunk. She told him that they are all safe and sound. Draco told her, he will be with her second cousins, a bit later. She asked Draco if he can hop on his back cause she was too weak to fly up over the top of the trees.
So up they went, then in a weakened voice, she asks if that was the moon, he told her that it was the moon. She told him that she was glad to spend her entire life with him and didn't find him to be pesky at all. Lastly, she told him that she will see him on the other side, and he told her, "you too kiddo!" A dragonfly is seen hovering over a large fallen tree trunk, whispering that they are all okay.
A body draped under two folded wings is seen fading in the distance as a dragonfly part.
*Dolania americana: Have no digestive system because of their five minutes of life on Earth, too short of a life span to eat or drink, for their sole purpose is to breed for the survival of their kind.
There is no rightful measure to live,
not in its length,
not in its brevity,
but in its right to be.
Date: 08/21/2019
It all works out, till it doesn't
We're cheaper by the dozen
You married your second cousin
When you thought it was true love
You're always right, till you blow it
The public records show it
And those angels proudly know it
As they rub it in your face from above
Baby, sit back down on your couch
And scooch on over
We been drunk all night,
Now let's talk ourselves sober
Who knew sweet slavery
would bring us closer?
We drive till we run out of fuel
Committed to conquering cruel
Reading about the world's fools --
Thank God we're not them
You survive until the finale
And go off to that great green valley
Where the shepherds convene to tally
All the dreams you've forgotten
Baby, sit back down on your couch
And scooch on over
We been drunk all night,
Now let's talk ourselves sober
Who knew sweet slavery
would bring us closer?
frustration tearing at my soul
Where to turn to find a goal
My second cousin uses reiki
To heal across the void of space
He used it once on me one night
I felt his touch inside my bones
Though his hands never touched my skin
The healing came from deep within
But he is kin of kin
I venture now to try my skill
At reaching through the ether thrill
Send reiki on through time and space
Trying to flow with all the grace
That I can summon unto me
To ease your pain and set you free
It’s hard it hurts it hurts so much
To just convey this healing touch
But something throbs within my hands
I hope I strain it’s feeling grand
I hope I hope I hope it lands
This tingle jingle transic trance
Four brothers brought up to revere God and love country.
From Rockford, Illinois, a close suburb of Chicago.
Frank, who grew up to be a Marine.
Ralph, who joined the Army and John, an Air Force man.
Their letters home can be found if you google
“The Abandoned History of Four”
Their only surviving relative a second cousin,
A woman who recognizes the value of their letters.
They express the horrors of WWII, the air raids, the submarines,
“The Japs and nasty Germans raiding without warning”
They take you through Pearl Harbor, a particularly nasty day.
You get a feel for the terror, and the aftermath of what they lived through.
None of the three brothers married or had children.
Frank was sent home with malaria and jaundice, and had mental problems.
Ralph and John were probably in similar states.
Optimistic, patriotic soldiers who lived their truth.
At the expense of their futures.