Best Sibs Poems

Summer 1967
                           None of us ready for heaven
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The crowd was hushed and waiting
For wishes to resume
When suddenly there was
Another poet in the room.

When words might be expected,
My friends would all assume
That rhyming thoughts would come
From me, the poet in the room.

These folks were not my homies;
My sibs were there, though, whom
Would surely...

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A set of siblings was in an effervesce
Of blossoms and bubbles.

This world to each was a bundle of joy.
They laugh and played like two girls should.

Somewhat different, as each became older, they would be captivated by desires.
There in a beautiful presence they thrived. 

The blossoms...

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When I was a kid, in the family car
We all knew where to sit;
If the order ever wavered,
Someone’d likely have a fit.

But today I heard of something new
Which tells me things have changed;
If someone hollers, “Shotgun!”
Well, the seats get rearranged.

The “Shotgun!” yeller sits up front,
Right...

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Each afternoon my mom and I would walk
          Two miles along the old lake road to meet
               My siblings' bus, and all...

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an Arabian sonnet

Raising up a falcon brood – bucolic,
one becomes extremely melancholic.
Yesterday a clamor vitriolic
told of eyas’ danger diabolic.

Trying panacea called a mixer
feeding drops of magic juice elixir,
desultory effort served to fix her.
Little did I know there was a trickster.

Still forbearance caused my heart to...

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I was born the eighth among nine siblings .One sister Gladyss Darlene ,seven years older ,died after five days from a condition she would have probably survived had she been born in the hospital.I have always had a clear picture of her in
my minds eye...

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Revival meetin's are nearly passe' in this day and age,
But when I was a kid they were then all the rage!
Mom made us kids attend whether we wanted to or not.
I must admit they provided entertainment that I've never forgot!

Invitations were sent to everyone in...

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What if! I were a girl…
Born of noble parents,
Owning jewels’ palaces in town
Willow-wood’s cottages in countryside;
Long-eared tall dogs--chained in yard, beggars –waiting in queues on doors;
Feasts served to the hungry strangers,
Wine and coffee offered to the visitors;
Having horses, herds, farms and servants,
Tens of gardens of...

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My big friend has locked me
Inside of his house
I do not believe 
I will ever get out

I don’t really mind
It’s comfy and warm
And except for that dog
I never face harm

In the earliest days
of my feline existence
A tough stray I was
Eking out my subsistence

Having lost all...

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rampant and deadly
eating up the red blood cells,
leukaemia on course,
Fatigue,pain,profuse sweating,
uncontrollable symptoms.

It has many sibs
all with pure killer instincts,
one attacks prostate,
others the breast,skin and brain,
scientists in prolonged battle.


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I used to like you so much
In fact you were my favorite
I really looked forward with such
Eagerness each time we’d meet..

We were so cool and so close
And that is an understatement
I treated you like my own
And you were so sweet to me and ardent..

I was...

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When siblings reminisce, it's strange
Which memories they share.
Though certain details match,
Exact comparisons are rare.

Two of us can almost taste
That soggy toaster bacon;
Yet the third one's positive
That we must be mistaken.

Other memories bubble up;
We reach into our brains
To see which scenes have disappeared
And learn what truth...

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ruckus on my porch 
perked my ears 
last night
at the wicked hour I
flicked on the light
to hear
thumping and
chairs rattling
but in my window--
--no body
wayfaring thief
or wandering troll
must be hiding 
crouching down
I know
more scared than smart 
I opened the door
"Hey! Who the 
f***'s out there?"
rumbling round 
the...

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I’m almost out of flour
And my sugar’s at the end.
I do not have sweet butter
On which I, of course, depend.

Since I’m not going into stores,
I’m ordering from sites
That quickly get depleted
From competing appetites.

Yet with my grandma’s recipe,
Each Chanukah I bake
The cookies I grew up on,
Long...

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