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top contest winner she’s not Marlene’s sister… I scan the lists Contest Short form Poetry Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich 05~07~16


Details | Light Verse |

Shannon

I came across a daisy
That made me think of you
Even though you're my sister
Our friendship surely grew
When I look upon the daisy
With its sunny hue
Reminds me of your smiling face
The happiest person I knew.
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For My Sister

At the age of two
In my eyes u grew,
From a baby to a teenager
And now to a stranger,
Its only memories that are left 
To such an extreme depth,
How do we depart
And make a new start,
Broken we are
That you are too far,
We never expected this day
And that’s all i am going to say…..
Details | Rhyme |

C'Est Bon Anniversaire

We took the bus together,
And arrived to a weather,
It seemed cold as space,
And hard to find a sleeping place. ‘Twas post UME.

Again from the same purse,
We boarded the same bus,
Took the shuttles,
To our hovels.
‘Twas registration.

To a dear friend,
And cherished,
Loving elder,
Beloved sister,
‘Tis bon anniversaire.
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The Christian Sister

She sits upright smiling
With small talk prepared
A tear in one eye
Running fingers through her hair
Pride for her husband
Pride for her son
Pride for her home
For herself exists none
Admired, adored, respected
With knives in her back
She hides the longing
For the happiness she lacks
Mental persecution
Overpowers her positivity
But somehow she finds strength
To sit upright smiling
With small talk prepared
A tear in one eye
Having everyone fooled
And def to her internal cry...


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Beloved Blessing of Miracle

pretty amazing to behold,
once of a llfetime story never before been told.
behind all the biggest miracle:
there is a woman in every age,
blessed above all the rest of the mother's,
from the beginning,
ever since time began,
you journeyed and fought a good race,
besides everything that we do,
you are a mother, wife, sister, aunt, and grandma,
because of you,
I am not lost.
you found me on low,
you stood by me in every hurt that I cost.
mother of all heritage,
you beloved are a blessing of all miracles.
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Mixed Feelings

She tried to play him for a fool 
Thinking everything would be cool
Now he'd have to break the rule
She changed up his whole mood
Her sister was so rude 
Acting somewhat crude

Sick to his head he wanted her to stop
Lash her head onto a rock
And make her skull crack 
He never loved her sister so what 
Now she wants him to do crap 
Keep her sister in a wrap 
Theirs no way he'd do something like that 
Because one of her relationship flop 

Pain is something you gain 
Love is something you obtain
He can't go around playing that game
Details | Free verse |

Hey My Little Girl

Hey little girl!
The day you were born, all of us knew that you were no ordinary.
You had this divine fire in you that let the universe bathe in your light.
You were one of the strangest of the miracles who could bring life
in a flash of brilliance with your smiles even after perpetual darkness.

Look at that crown that stays perfectly on your head,
You were never the damsel in distress who needed to be rescued
For you were the Queen herself.
Unleash your sword and steady your crown, every time it tilts,
After all, you are My little sister.
Details | Sonnet |

Sonnet For Sister

O Grunge Princess, I know today your love
brims over, idle, for the rebel boy
like weed you keep, unsmoked, sitting among
your secrets in a box; the smells they cloy
and force you into longing. Come what may,
Space Mermaid, your boy is just a dream.
He's not your happiness, nor is the way
he makes you feel--this illusion may seem
absolute, but first loves often do.
I know I cannot sway you with my words;
just remember: moments fizzle out, but you
will yet remain, just like your box of herbs.
           When you learn to walk alone in power
            your enigmatic buds begin to flower
Details | I do not know? |

The Loss of My Sister

When you lose a sister there are no words to describe,
                             The emptiness and pain your heart holds inside.

                               Your best friends gone in the blink of an eye,
                                Without any warning she has just died.

                                   Remembering the past as the years drift through,
                                    It seems they would get easier, but they never do.

                                     The only thing that will really keep you sane,
                                       Is knowing in heaven you'll see her sweet face again.
Details | Rhyme |

I Wish You Were My Sister

We are not related, but you are always there To lend me support, I’m so lucky that you care When my husband had surgery and was so very ill Your friendship was amazing and you are here for me still My family in particular gave me so little support You stepped in with shopping and little gifts that you brought I have found a true angel and her name is Chris If I could chose a relation then I'd have you for my sis We can’t choose our family but we can choose our friends I hope our friendship lasts forever until our life ends Contest:- When older or younger siblings step in Sponsor:- Eve Roper 12~ 28~15
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Supergirl

She is not a supernatural
All she is - a being of morals
She is not invinscible
Yet, She can be divisible

A shed light in a darkened room
An inspiration to a person in doom
A transformer in many things
A quiet fighter in anything

A sister she can be
A friend she can be
A mother she can become
A baby she can come

A casual smile she can release
Giving someone a sudden bliss 
When tear pours and uncease
It weakens or ruins anyone's peace

Indeed, she is a supergirl
On whole wide world at twirl
Independently ravaging
Graciously empowering

by: olive_eloi
10:09am
01/15/2014

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Who Are You

What do you do when you've lost it all. You're sister, your friend and now you. I feel like you're not the girl i knew, the laughs, the girl that smiled. It's all gone. had my best friend and I don't know who this is. The memories. But now the pain. You look the same. But on the inside, the lies. I feel like those eyes are laughing at me now. The smile is fake. Who are you? Wheres that beautiful girl i once knew. The one that always stuck by my side, no matter what went on. You always had my back and now I feel like theres a knife in it. I miss the smiles, the laughs. The long nights, the long drives. I miss you..but you're not you anymore...who are you....I'm sorry....I think I love you
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Michelle

Michelle ~
                        my sister we have been through life suffered loss
                 you making conscience effort to make amends for past

                         Je Taime Cheri  ~
                Michelle~                
                    my sister finding her own path without orders 
                 never have I left your side knowing in time you will see

                   
                             so proud to be called yours 
                    Michelle ~my sister
               Loving you always unconditionally 

              we all stubble and fall on this ridged road 
                      Michelle I love you 
                                    not enough told ~
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Illyanna's Dark Poetry

I wish people would quit picking on my sister. She is a wonderful writer and I know her
work is dark and creepy but that is who she is. She writes to entertain and to take you
places that make you uncomfortable. If you read her poems and you get the chills she has
done what she set out to do! If it creeps you out to much then when you see the name
Illyanna De La Keur then don't read it. This is a place where we all can demonstrate our
creativity and I would hate for her to remove her work and quit writing. Illyanna is a
writer that is an acquired taste and if not for her and my other sister I would never have
explored my own talent so please lay off on telling her to change her subject matter.
Details | Dramatic Verse |

No Sex On Dates I Will Wait-

She says she doesn’t Doesn’t believe it Love is impossible Everyman she’s dated All minds were deflated All they want to do is bump and grind You can read between the lines You really know what I mean Sexual gratifications Never a vacation All they want to do is bump and grind You know what I mean She is more than just a object a sex toy She’s somebodies sister, daughter So in remission She awaits marriage Maybe one man will have the courage To do his husbandly duties on the honeymoon Cause nobody’s gitin any sugar in their Kool-Aid tonight Well praise God (Go sit on some ice boy and take a cold shower) 3/20/22 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Details | Rhyme |

Perfect Twitter

Tweety, my little sister.
Tweety is a perfect twitter.
Whole day fluttering on my ear. 
To know my secrets, she is always eager.
She is a big-time dodger.
To my privacy, she is the only intruder.

At just twelve, she can make my life hell.
My clothes, my heels and every little fandangle, 
Silently flips into her dwell.

LOL! I suffer from Tweetyphobia, 
she tells me, it was easy for her to discover.
Hahaha, she knows! She knows, my rantings are pure love for her.
Entwined emotions, we are inseparable sailors.
My cutest cuddler. The cutest little creature.
When I feel low, she is my favourite healer.
I wish this great camaraderie grows deeper and deeper
Love your beyond limits, O, My sweetest sister!
Details | Free verse |

Boy Sitting

If you have not read my "Girl Rising" poem
please read it first. Thanks I appreciate it.



Rise up from your chair
Do not be complacent
Do you not hear your sister
She cries out for justice

Are you being raised to be her jailor
Who has fed you a pie filled with lies
Baked in the pit of hell
Coated in religiosity
Served with justification
The contents poisoning your mind
Destroying your soul

Rise from your chair
Stand with your sisters
Beside them
Not above them
You were not born to be master
Their time is now
Stand on the side of freedom
Education
Equality
That time is now

One day
You will raise daughters
Give them a new world
Filled with possibilities
Limitless 
Strength
A world you helped create
All because
You stood
You said
Enough
The time for change is now
Details | Blank verse |

Interment

Funeral.
A young man died in his sleep he was 49 years old, with my aged eyes 
he was boy too young to die. I don’t know the medical reason for his 
early demise, think it has to do with burst blood vessel in the brain. 
I went to his funeral last Sunday it was a sunny noon and thought at 
least heavens could have cried. I didn’t know him, but had hoped to 
meet his sister, whom I adore, telling how sorry I was for her loss; but 
the whole family was there in common grief, I wouldn’t intrude in their 
unhappiness. I spoke to a friend of hers and asked her to extend my 
concern, I wanted her to know that I had been there to show respect 
and that I cared. But could not escape the gnaw of guilt in my heart, 
hadn’t it been for her I might not have attended.
Details | Free verse |

Vicissitudes Into Light

"Vicissitudes into Light"
You are another world away from me stretching far from his insanity Diving into a new Light Dimensions that are the truest You From the dark deep Ocean of sinking blue Reach on the wave in my wake I gift to You You are stronger than all of his bluest blues broken egg shells ladders in stockings hyena in the corner little Jack now crying in his new freedom zoo no ladder required transparent You have grown wings to fly Open Sky for You Little sister Vicissitudes into Light Open Sky for You Into day Escape dark night (LadyLabyrinth/2019) gvlm
https://youtu.be/mYbZw04ba78 bjork: tabula raisa
Details | Light Verse |

Blind Date

Having ambivalent feelings
about going on the blind date,
and hearing a lot of arcane gossip,
I decided to get ready at any rate,

My sister being sick and insisting I take her place,
feeling like it was an immolation in any case,
dressing to the nines with my lips a luscious red,
my Mom my intercessor commenting on my threads,

Suddenly the quiescent was broken by the door bell ringing,
I opened the door to a handsome flamboyant man singing,
smiling widely and smelling the quintessence of his cologne,
I could tell he was tactile while helping me with my coat,

Taking me to a restaurant where I seldom did eat,
afterwards to a moonlight stroll which was a treat,
driving me back home we laughed till tears fell on our cheeks,
walking me to my front door his kiss feeling oh so bittersweet... 
 






10-29-16
Details | Epitaph |

Kali Raalene: Never Gone, Never Forgotten

Forever held in heart and mind
Day by day for all my time
Unjust, unfair and so unkind
Wishing this life could just rewind.

Never fathomed such lonely times
When you and I could not confide
Hopes and dreams which cross our minds
Our greatest fears, regrets and binds.

I know you now watch from above
Forever sending down your love
Spirit soaring above like the holy dove
And when I slow, you give a gentle shove.

In time I know we'll meet again
Your wisdom guides me through my pain
As rays of sunshine that break the rain
Somehow I know it's not all in vain
Yet, still I wish that on this Earth you did remain.


Dedicated to my baby Sister Kali Raalene Taken in form Everlasting in heart and mind. There are many who will always love you for who you were and how you touched their lives.
Details | Verse |

Aretha - the Legion

Louis Rams is celebrating the Queen's birthday.
2 mins · 



"in honor of the queen"
ARETHA - the legion
I woke up this morning with Aretha on my mind
one of the greatest singers of our time.
she started singing at a very young age
inspiring people while on stage
every song that she would sing
to many people ' tears " she'd bring.
her life will forever be told cause
she was born with a heart of gold.
at her concerts the crowds would scream and shout
till the moment she opened her mouth.
then she would pick up the Mic as ' RESPECT'
took to flight.
then she sang ' I SAY A LITTLE PRAYER "
as her voice filled the air.
her 2014 concert at the white house
gave president OBAMA chills and his spouse
when she sang Amazing Grace as the tears
rolled down her face.
( she was one of the best selling female artist in history
- with 15 million records sold worldwide )
SLEEP WELL MY SISTER
Details | Lyric |

You Were Meant For Me You Belong To Me

Woohoo who 
Little girl can't you see ( yes )
That you belonged to me 
You belong to me,
 oh little one darling 
Can't you be 
My only flower 
Be my victory  yeah hey

I'm surrounded by your blossoms
And the fragrances you wear

I can tell by all the conditions
Well well well 
Feels like cool water is coming out,
... of a faucet on a hot summer day

O and little darling, little girl
I want you for my flower I want you for my world
Oh can't you see 
yes darling you you you belong to me

Like the foam on top of a root beer float
Like a comedian telling audience a good funny joke 
you belong, you belong you belong to me oh yes 
You are my world and you you you girl
 Belonged to me
Like a baby needs his mother 
Sister needs her brother
Like cereal and milk that you put sugar on it
Like, like the leaves on a tree 
All this is meant to to be 
You you belonged to me

5/2/70
Written words & Arranged  music zby James Edward Lee
Details | Blank verse |

Cakes of Love

Cakes of Love 

Coconut macaroons she sold the nice little girl at the cake shop, 
I was eating macaroons every day, but Sundays when the shop 
shut and I pined for Monday. My sister said I was in love with 
the shop assistant, which I angrily denied I never spoke to her 
except placing my order of seven coco macaroons and I avoided 
looking at her. Everything comes to an end one day she wasn´t 
there so I didn´t bother asking for my macaroons, bought a loaf 
instead… But coconuts followed me around in Jamaica I used to 
drink its milk early in the morning before going on board to start 
the tedious work of making breakfast for a sullen crew and I was 
smelling of fragrance of love made in nights of succulence 
Years roll on bloody unstoppable; whatever I do there is always 
be a boring Sunday, followed by the promises a Monday brings.
Fifty years later I met a woman of full years her father had had 
a coconut farm in Congo and like me she love macaroons.

Book: Reflection on the Important Things