Best Sis Poems

(Dedicated to one of my childhood friends)

You were one of those charming lilies
that bloomed, so fresh, in my springtime pond;
when my homesick wings of longings...

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The many winters I had seen
When  once I was a teen
Gathered inside our small living room
Joy and simplicity our faces illume
Warm with laughter at...

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I wondered how that I could be a child of the King.
A long lost soul, I had no goal, but to maybe act and sing.
I...

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Lovely Roses

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It had been a long night, an hour drive just to be with my sister. One must stay in touch with family; it’s the right...

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Words

 I don't have nothing really to post right now
 However, I will read your poems first, 
 In hopes inspiration follows and falls into...

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A lonely bard can paint and write more songs,
Which birds loftily warble all day long,
Every note taps the heart of each flower,
Sprinkles dew drops while...

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Pop (corn) Music


Introduction

It’s time to dance, time to tango
There’s a Canadian on the banjo
When he sees the guitar strings
Jack’s mirth grows soaring wings;
As he scans...

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I am a super duper Gerber Baby
all I love to do is wee- wee
winning all the attention of my mommy
so that all day long, she’ll...

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Our giggles lilt, whirling on paths divine
Inventing new summer tricks, how bubbly
That every joy ride is a drink so fine
From which we both sip, late...

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Percussion plays once in a while beyond its curtain
In duo with the flash of paparazzi’s capturing film
Prelude to an exhilaration of blissful days’ chain
Where rain...

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Nightgowns on at 9:01
Adrenal induced delerium
Santa’s journey has surly begun
To our beds, we were a scurrying

Closed eyes, at 9:05
But sleep would not come easy
We’d twist...

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Summer 1967
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He calls me Sis and he Big Brother
His muse is sweet won’t ever smother
Kindred spirit of one another
Joyful kindness is his druther
He spreads cheer like...

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the pearls from your eyes
are far more precious to me
than any treasure

your big sacrifice
nothing more to compare with
you’re my great hero

I owe you my life
mom,...

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