Best Trevor Poems
We'd really like to thank you
i'm sure you left it here with love,
it really was so kind of you
but we didn't want your bug.
We thought you'd like to know
we really felt the pits
we thought of you quite often
when we had the squits.
Next time you come to visit
please leave your bugs at home,
'cause, when you bring them with you
they sure do like to roam.
So next time that we see you
I hope you come alone,
you can bring Rosie and Katie
but leave your bugs at home.
A lovely morning’s knocking on the door
Come here, Trev, it’s time to make a wish
Your birthday’s dancing rumba on the floor
And for your dreams is waiting a goldfish.
So many gifts from family and friends
So many words are filled with love and joy
Let all the best things never end
And life gives daily presents to enjoy .
Let a wonderful princess in a nice dress
With hands that aren’t scared of some work
Says that your heart’s exactly her address
To raise the children and do the housework.
And let your home be comfortable and warm
And let the children’s voices there sound
Your parents in “grandparents uniform”
Let every weekend come around .
Let God and Angels always take your hand
And give you health and a good fate
You’re worth of everything the best on our land
Good things won’t make you long await
blue is a great color to wear ~ but not to live in so smile
"Dear God, give me a big brother.
I'll be the best little sister ever.
I know its not possible for my parents to go back in time.
But I'd love for a big brother that is all mine.
Make him kind, and make him sweet,
He doesn't have to be perfect, as long as he loves me.
Dear God, can he be taller, with big soulful eyes,
And when he smiles, can it rival the sun's shine?
Give him strength, as fierce as a lion's roar,
He'll swear to protect me forever more.
He would wipe my tears from my cheeks,
And with a laugh easily calm me.
He would understand my heart and head,
In a way that no one would ever fully understand.
Dear God, can he teach me,
All the things I would never know.
He doesn't have to come from where I come from,
But can he takes me to the places that he goes.
Dear God, I am begging,
Please grant this one plea,
I realize that it may be a hard request,
I know you are not a Genie.
But here I am alone and cold,
With no true love from my family,
I'm lonely and I'm longing,
For someone who will care for me.
Dear God, please give me a big brother,
I promise I'll be the best little sister ever"
Align fond wit in jest that steers:
Thrill with delight the crazy world,
Reach with a fit splurge of fine cheer;
Extract fond flights as laughter swirls,
Voice in quick drill fond comedy,
Observe the grain of foibles loud;
Rouse craft that fills fond parody.
Notice the pains of conflicts proud,
Opt to address the comic now,
A time to laugh at silly sway;
Haste can attest to jest somehow.
Word edges rough as humour plays,
Indulge the strains of wit and pun,
Twirl fond refrains for the long run.
Leon Enriquez
26 January 2016
Singapore
You say you know me, Then tell me what Im about
Because from where im sitting im seriously in doubt
You can depict me, to anything that you think
I'll tell you who I am, with indelible ink
Im the type of guy you love to hate
Always hyper with a lot on my plate
Im find enjoyment in the littlest of things
I meet new people and somehow just cling
I've been through hell, but im still standing tall
Ive sank before but I have yet to fall
I have seen things no teen should have seen
Been stuck in a lot of situations, just caught up in between
I have been in trouble a couple of times with the law
I've taken girls breathe and have left them in awe
Im not as normal as you would guess
Im not saying Im weird or my life is a mess
Im just saying that I dont beleive in being like others
I am my own, no need to smother
Im creative, inteligent and yet to strong
Learned from my past realized some of it was wrong
But most of all, Im proud to say my name
It's me, myself and I, there isn't any shame
Either like me or hate me
Cause at the end of all time I will know it is who Im suppost to be
God made me with the influence of making me great
He knows I can do it, no matter the state
He gave me powers and the ability to suceed
And its in my hands to not concede
Never give in to this pressure the worlds admits
Because my name speaks truth, Trevor Thomas Pitts
Trevor Jed Engelson Unwittingly...
launched Meghan Markle into royalty
American divorcee
catapulted from “AA” to “Zed”
at break neck speed, and with cachet wed
Prince Harry, and soon
twill begetting, bestowing,
and bewitching her
chromo somal thread
(complementing, furthering, and
weaving together "Quod Erat
Demonstrandum", or QED
for short) within United Kingdom
coat of arms, perhaps
naming the first heir Ned,
and according one online
dictionary definition and ken
translates as French
(Old English) name Eadmund,
meaning rich or happy,
and protective akin
to a mother hen,
not just mollycoddling
hatchlings, but even
shelling out care
on a wing and a prayer
long after offspring
fly the coop and been
fending for themselves,
perhaps merely earning
chicken scratch wage,
assigning doomed fate,
sans cooked usage
if perchance "chick(s)"
go thru a foul stage
within their duff
fenceless hierarchy,
where pecking order doth rage
worse case scenario, would presage
finding errant peep(s)
sent to gaol,
not much bigger than a bird cage,
unless they comprise
noble henny age,
ideally taken in as a pet
by newly bridled
Duchess of Sussex
treated like totally
tubularly true blue blood
with opulent accommodations
(cheaply) tricked out
with life size Tyrannosaurus Rex
(spoiler alert: actually done
with special effe Hex
with latest computer graphics
showing rippling reptiles flex
sing and holo
graphic smoky mirrors)
intending "FAKE"
balances and checks
to boondoggle aggressive paparazzi,
one of whom includes
Meghan Markle's ex.
Dear God, He's done it once again,
He had to go back, and take care of them,
His real momma and his sister, and his step Daddy too,
They needed things, that only he could do.
It's a bad part of town, he's told me so,
I asked him not to leave, but he said he had to go.
Bring him back, I want him in one piece,
You brought him once before,
Now Please God, return him to me.
My brother is my savior, I worship at his feet,
I need him in my life, his presence is so sweet.
Whats that!?
I heard a slamming door, that must be him now,
I'll pray again later, that's a promise, my vow.
Thank you God, for bringing him home to me,
If he was awake I'm sure he'd agree.
He came home last night, with a black and blue eye,
His lip was swollen, and he had hidden tears in his eyes.
He ribs were bruised, in fact I think one was broke,
His head was throbbing, when he came in he barely spoke.
I helped him down the hall, though he's much bigger than I,
And when his knees gave out, you must have been nearby.
I somehow found a strength I never had before,
And with my arms around him, I got him through the door,
I laid him on my bed, and told him not to sleep,
I stayed up all night, and tended to his needs.
Dear God, thank you, for keeping him alive,
I don't know what happened, but I didn't let myself cry.
He's my brother God, and my love for him will thrive,
We watch each others backs, you don't have to ask why.
You answered my prayers, you brought my brother to me,
You gave him a home, God I hope you can see,
We don't need an answer, though our question is as simple as can be,
We sometimes wonder, did you give me to him, or him to me.
In Remembrance of Trevor John Starr
1st September 1945 – 5th November 2016
For Trevor
There are no words for you to say
to someone you’ve loved so long
Brother, Husband, Father, Pop
the parting just seems wrong
and now it’s time to say goodbye
as you try hard, to be so strong
You remember all they have been through
the love, the trouble, the strife
and remember days of happiness
as you recall their life
And walk with them, down memory lane
as scenes go passing by
remember you knew and loved them
and it’s alright to cry
Written by Trevor’s brother-in-law Bob Moore,
for Trevor’s sister Lorraine
and his family
Narration by his sister Lorraine
Dreamy night, turned black
Stary sky, turned to whack
Morning sun, bright and warm
Turned cloudy, engaged by a storm
Everything changes, why
The weather, us, sigh'
I dont want to feel better
I dont want to not remember
But everything changes, reasons are made
You should have stayed
I will never say goodbye
Ask me why
Head held high
I'll shout and scream no more sighs
Cause baby I will not say goodbye
Even if the weather cleared
Would you come back or do you fear
For another cloudy day
Dont think that way
Just come back and stay
Forget the past
It didnt last
But baby dont ever leave me I mite cry
you'll ask why
Because I will not Say goodbye
Day by day cant get you off my mind,
once screamed for you now left behind,
eyes sodden stolen joy from youth,
swore you would never leave me behind,
your absence is proof,
stars burst into brilliant flame,
I looked up and worshiped you without shame,
You were the sun, the moon the world,
I was your sister, a forgotten girl,
tears frozen on the asphyxiated plane,
a black abyss, cosmic space,
broken knuckles, battered head,
in my arms your body bled,
a shallow breath, a gentle brush,
your whimpered pains at night I shushed,
cant forget the love that grew,
did God give you to me or me to you,
Your gone now, left me behind,
without a care without a cry,
rings bloodied on another face,
your own reflection shattered by your little sisters embrace,
is everything you say a lie,
if you told the truth would you die,
i try to hate you, i try to forget,
but it never works, your memory is stuck inside my head,
you made a million promises to me,
I don't even know if you continue to breathe,
you could be six feet under the floor,
but still I pray one day you'll knock on my door,
day by day, cant get you off my mind,
once swore to me you would never leave me behind,
screaming for you, your absence is proof,
you never cared, and that's the truth...
~For Trevor Depugh
the pain in his brain burned the clarity into my eyes
fuzzy from tears,
misunderstanding these fears as i felt he would die
the sting that once was in my throat from screaming through the smoke
high, flying high
where harm couldn't reach on wings of those who would destroy us,
bleeding with rings red from another face,
his own reflection shattered at his baby sisters embrace
I
small father, The Arch is missed even by Dalai Lama, Buddhists
this writer loves Israel, but Tutu cried for Palestine, fellow-activists
my truth: the Arch gave me permission to be an African, a Christian
when I was all Indian-South-African by birth, a Hindu nationalist
II
he began as a teacher (matriculated from Johannesburg Bantu High School)
quickly - as I would do so in a way - he saw Ministry as The Tool
for Activist Church; Britain lifted him along, we recall TREVOR HUDDLESTON
III
From the WCC: World Council of Churches, he was tailor made for SACC
The almost South African Council of Churches (for all but Catholic & Dutch;
Official churches, but "Dutch" and "Catholic" CHRISTians fought with Arch)
IV
Today, just after CHRISTMAS 2021, Desmond has seen the face of Jesus
When I was Hindu, he allowed me to think again of our Savior-Activist
The One who sided with widows, orphans, aliens, sinners against His "Church"
"Dear God, I know I'm just a child, and you've got much more to take care,
But please God, would you take the time to hear my lowly prayer?
I'm lonely in this world, and I want one little thing,
It may be an unusual request but I need it like the winter needs the spring."
Dear God, life is sweet and kind,
Older Brother makes me smile all the time,
He speaks of days yet to come,
His dreams make me feel less numb,
I love him, like I've never loved another,
And they are fools, those that think he is more than just my brother,
It is nothing more than our bond,
Our friendship others will not smother,
One day we may abscond,
Run away from our families,
I know what it sounds like, but God, you must believe.
He is not my lover, nor would he be ever,
He is just my brother, this is no romantic endeavor.
He just makes me feel special,
He doesn't ever judge,
This is something to revel,
Not something to begrudge