Love makes a family not always blood
Most often relatives do bond and trust
Those they grow with and are born to
But family can be adopted or married into
Family is a blessing especially when strong
Talent and character often home grown
But even when separated due to life chance
Bond still felt by family welcoming open hands
Sometimes family experience some drama
Things happen causing turquoise trauma
Yet where there’s love and forgiveness indeed
Broken can be mended by family unity
If you are like me and experienced abuse
There’s nothing anyone can say of your truth
You’ve only got to be true to yourself
Good family is better than wealth
Despite hardships angst times stormy sea
It’s important to have in life a good family
Family is not a place to argue
Family is where love is shared together
Family is not a fight for right or wrong
Nor it is a battlefield to be defeated
Family is not where you win or lose
It's a place for us to come back after being tired
A place of refuge being pressured on society out there
Family member should exert love to know how to express it
Must afraid of losing, must know how to keep the bond intact
Men who respect their family are most fortunate
It's always those who are successful and rich
Look at those husbands who eat alcohol
Drunk. Or the vulgar husbands
And all the husband who flirt with their girls
They are those husbands that can't get no success.
Written: December 11, 2024 For contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: "Cheers to a fresh new year and a fabulous opportunity for us to flourish!"
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In the forest where the trees glow,
Shimmering stars shine, a stunning show.
Mesmerizing marvels in an idyllic, calm flow,
Cheerful gifts gathered gently in a row.
Blanketed children in wonder and cheer,
Gingerbread cookies, sweet flavors near.
Iced in crimson, green, festive atmosphere,
Sprinkles of joy as Santa draws near.
A sleigh with bells that jingle and run,
We gather as families, our hearts are full of fun.
Celebrating traditions, our spirits as one,
In the warmth of the holiday, we bask in the sun.
Shimmering ivory pearls in moonbeams,
Gentle lullabies that soothe all our dreams
Chalked memories drift in a crystalline stream,
In hopes that our love will forever gleam.
Though jaded vials may drip with despair,
We find elixirs of hope in the air.
Sick veins may quiver, dreams still ensnare,
As impending fate reminds us we care.
You were big sis
Who was full of fire
With large sparks
Of life, you loved and
Lived life to the fullest
You could have been
A comedian with your
Constant jokes and laughter
But you were taken away
From me, like a thief
In the night, never to return
from behind
a sword is thrust through my chest
my pain is indescribable
it is so great
I feel I have to share it to feel relief
I don't really look back to see
whom the sword is from
I just know whoever pokes this wound
Will surely feel the full wrath
of my pain
Finally something does
I smile cynically
What a fool
I grab the sword
And drag it onto their chest
Wait! It's still there
The sword on my chest
It just extended
onto the next person
We're in a circle of hurt people
It's getting wider
The origin is mostly money
Try our best we should
But..It's so hard to get out
If I could I would
Looking into her eyes I find myself thinking of her sister, imagining the pain they will both suffer when they grow older.
To think these girls will not find each other in life is ignorance, and to think they won’t resent those who made it impossible for them to be in each other’s lives is madness.
Fire begat flames
Soot coated remnants of family ties
Burned like a star
Silence encompasses the weary
I give you my strength child, though I do not know you.
I give you my sins, those that I do not owe you.
I feel your presence such as one feels tension in a hostile environment;
Such as one would feel a migraine
Such as one would feel pain from an amputated limb, a confusion of nerves
Such as one would feel love
Such as one would feel afraid
Such as one wouldn’t feel anything.
THICKER THAN WATER
I pushed at the open door
no sound
just darkness inside.
Dust filtered my
nostrils,
a mustiness of lost years
inhabited my senses.
A loose floorboard
creaked in the stairwell,
the aroma
of her Chanel provoked memories
of my
living hell.
A tear of self-pity congealed
in the dirt at my feet
I switched on the light
"Hello son
I knew you'd be back;
He's gone..."
NOTE this is a repost of my original prose 2010 to illustrate there is only two real differences between prose and poetry.Visual presentation and the fact that poetry is written to read aloud.
Family ties should bind the wound
When parents get their well-earned rest
Ne’er leave a single child ungroomed
While other siblings’ take the best.
They were the most godly parents
Family ties should bind the wound
Neither mom nor pop were errants
Leaving their children to be doomed.
Death lately together entombed
Leaving the six children to share
Family ties should bind the wound
Four are greedy, other two care.
Greedy four hired lawyers to fight
Will leave the two others marooned
The family knows it’s not right
Family ties should bind the wound.
written July 20, 2021
around the clock
busy loading up the dock
the usual 9-5
except in your life
it's more like all day and night
fast forward to jersey city
commuting through subways
working till sundays
small apartment building
four kids and a love that's unyielding
london in the daytime is so beautiful
bright lights and smiles so plentiful
but when the moon sets
and it is time to rest
are you happy with where you are?
you're all so busy in your own lives
with your own kids and your own wives
and that's okay, that's just life happening
but i can't ignore what other life is shattering
my grandfather, your dad, that helped you where you are now
where are you in his time of need anyhow
since when did it mean that your life beginning meant dismissing his
when all he's done is raise the whole neighborhood and kids
do you remember feeling like being on top of the world
that's what happens when your dad keeps his word
so i'm only gonna say this once
are you family by blood or by ties
do something before your goodnights to him turn into goodbyes
Family ties should always end in a bow,
Never in a knot.
They should be footloose from time to time,
But a little butter on the feet,
Helps when it is time to find the way home.
Family ties need a traditional base,
For when the ride gets rough.
We should not forget,
That mixing with a little water helps,
When ties need to be softened.
So they do not become brittle beyond repair.
Family ties formed outside the law,
Usually end in broken hearts,
And doors being locked,
With forgiveness in short supply.
When new ties are formed,
The old ones should not be left to gather dust.
Apron ties are never meant to be permanent,
As over time they can strangle new growth,
And knots replace what were once bows,
Oh, so lovingly tied and sealed with kisses.
Family ties welcoming with warm bliss
midst kiss and hugs of every brod and sis
contagious laughter of exuberance...
exude our ancestral house we can’t miss.
Thus, in passing by an ancient abode
its garden full of ferns, and weeds-bestowed
decrepit roof whispers “I need repair”
we just sighed at the load along the road.
Evoking forlorn beyond grandeur-state
ramshackled porch hides against rusty gate
while antique door bearing rosette design
shows golden staircase railings of great weight.
Touched by the sight of the pitiful site
we know in our hearts, we should do what’s right
as now, we behold through our van’s window
home we pray* as our faith's dome of delight.
*2Thessalonians 1:11 Wherefore also we pray always for you, that our God would count you worthy of this calling, and fulfil all the good pleasure of his goodness, and the work of faith with power.
July 18, 2020
2nd place, "Decaying House" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 7/19/2020.
What is the meaning of 'family ties'
Is the meaning lost in lies
We strive to hold it all together
Although we're not birds of a feather
With different lives and much to do
we need our families, me and you
We laughed and cried, had fun together
we thought it all would last forever
As the family grows by leaps and bounds
less togetherness can be found
May we never give it up
It's part of what fills our cup
Let's join in fun, let's laugh and play
and smile as we remember it another day
Life is short, as we all know
do not let your family go.
Some wear conservative,
while some wear liberal,
some for Trump,
while some for Clinton,
some are Catholic or Protestant
while some are Jewish,
some are carefree,
while others are prudent,
some just getting hitched,
while some growing leery,
some newly born,
still others are old and weary,
some have good paying jobs,
while others are living paycheck
to paycheck and struggling,
some have excellent health,
while others are dealing with
different health issues under their
shirts and belts,
some can hold a conversation
with confidence and ease,
while others tend to drink
to feel more of a sweet release,
some meeting for
weddings and funerals
by flying out,
some still go by driving the
long arduous route,
when we have family reunions
we don't always see
eye to eye,
but still and all with love foremost
we'll always have family ties.
There is a scarlet cord which hath been
woven with the strength of love
Entwined between thine heart and mine
A three fold cord that can not be broken
though time and distance doth separate.
Tis a precious bond between you and I
that only the Father could create
An irrevocable bond that shall ever bind
thy life to mine.
For this scarlet cord woven by a Gods design
was to be a family
This cord shall bind us together for
all time with a love that cannot be defined.
Fate makes a date with strange decrees;
Appoints and hurls each man a path;
Moves each estate just as surely;
Indwells and swirls all living stuff;
Lines each to each as kin and kind;
Yet moulds our tribe with common needs;
Tricks us to reach for peace of mind;
Implants a pride that each might seed;
Exults the pulse of plain good choice.
Sells each a style with curious feel;
Hides wild impulse in feisty poise;
Endows odd wiles that seek to heal;
Assigns appeal in paradox:
Listens as will lives in-the-box.
Leon Enriquez
06 July 2014
Singapore
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