Six relatives
shell upon shell of relationships
Each layer has its function
Even hens keeps the family in order
My sister Lina and I
are completely different
only a leaf thin wall
separates the laughter from the tears
She is hypersensitive
but incredibly friendly and caring
Frank my brother is my best friend,
he's dear to talk to
We likes to spend
many hours together every day
A special friendship that lasts a lifetime
Aunt Astrid and Uncle Sigmund
is always to be trusted in thick and thin
although I have barely seen them in five years
Sofie and Silje are twins
and my cousins
Have you ever met
someone who never stops talking
They talk all times,
whether they gets an answer or not
Humorous remarks, they are incredible
Gives everything of itself, own experiences,
personal anecdotes, memories and observations
Lots of bubbles and laughter
Some times I wonder on the coincidences in life
We depend on each other, and we need each other
Although we are completely different
20.11.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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(fictional poem)
Being lost in grieve is the
Loneliest place on earth
The days are dark and the
Nights are darker
it's the kind of heartache
You feel deep in your soul
You will never get over it
But you will learn to live with it
The world will keep turning
And life will go on
Some days will be better than others
But eventually the clouds will pass
And the sun will come out
And the world won't seem so dark anymore.
By: Lina Dow
My Dearest sister Stacie
how my heart ach
the pain and hurt I'm feeling leaving me with out words
I cant believe the News because I just talked to you last week.
My dearest Friend Stacie
what am I to do?
because I'm speechless, I have so much to tell you
but all I hear is silent and a picture of you mimicking everything I do
My dearest Stacie
memories of our high school times is on repeat like a playlist on your phone
in my mind. Annie, Lina, Tofi, Pauline Skipping school going to Pauline's house and hanging out, talking about anything and everything.
My dearest Stacie
Have a save trip and when you see my grandmother cause I know she's with your grandmother hanging out give her a kiss from me and tell her I miss n love her. My dearest Stacie don't worry Ill check on your mother now and then, But I'll even check on the kids and the hubby just to see if their alright. I LOVE YOU MY DEAREST SISTER SAFE TRAVELS
There was much ado in fairyland,
The flowers bloomed and mild sunshine fell,
At altar did Tom and Lina stand.
Little folk came from across the land,
They came to bless and to wish them well,
There was much ado in fairyland.
Gnomes set music to their" Golden Band "
Fairies, pixies, danced about the dell,
At altar did Tom and Lina stand.
Elves ensured that the party was grand.
Came then the time for the Wedding Bell,
There was much ado in fairyland
"I Dos" were said to priest's demand,
They'd stick together through heaven , hell,
At altar did Tom and Lina stand.
Now Tom and Lina walked hand in hand,
She wife , Tom her beloved husband.
There was much ado in fairyland,
At altar did Tom and Lina stand.
~29 Jun 2016~
Villanelle with 9 syllables per line. Checked via www.howmanysyllables.com
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comets flashing hot-rod wands
still~ trellis of clouds twine hands
shared pillows curl ~ ~ holy lands
luscious pout expands
* isn't it nice to make up after a fight?
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(( for Lina-Marie's " Magnet Marvels" ))
While I sat at a sofa
In the living room
I looked everywhere
No one was there
My parents sleeping, my sister sick
And I am waiting for the bus
Suddenly the made called for me:
The bus louzana
So I carried my stuff and off I went
Sitting in the bus…
My sister and I not looking
At each other
My shoulders, back and arms paining me like hell
I await my death that is in my mind everyday
While I spoke to lina & she so stubbornly acted
I tried to act grown- fully
I tried to let down my temper
And so I thought and regretted
I didn’t do a thing to say
I did not hurt a soul to cry
Then I got sad and very mad
I wish and so I wished
If he will ever talk to me again
Its been three weeks
And there was not even one reply
And so I looked and I thought
I tried to change the topic
But it remain grabbing my mind’s attention
Oh I humph why, why and why?
Where did my rising sun go ?
Where did my angel of love fly?
I am left alone,
Not to be loved…
Not to be taken…
Motivation of complexity,
A web of mystification where
The beauty of numbers emerges…
Holding the meaning of logic, of
Equality, of righteous thinking,
Making the world more meaningful,
As it modifies what is unknown… its
Trance enraptures the minds of many,
Illuming the world with brightness, with the
Chants of knowledge, that continuously
Sing along with its numbers…
Dedicated to my great guider and teacher: Mrs. Lina Siblini