Long Familyhouse Poems
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sista you were the person i admired the most
you always came out on top others weren't even close
you took on the pressure of any situation
the role you took was without hesitation
i felt that i would always need you for guidance
i looked at you as my secret alliance
there were times i felt you were unfair about lots of things
but you taught me thats all life means
you started growing older and wiser
i started seeing a house full of liars
it was six kids in a house no father no mother
it was like all we had was each other
man please that was a big front da whole time
you left da house with just a drop of a dime
fights breakin out between you mama and daddy
everytime ya'll fought it was over somethin petty
our daddy wasn't nothin
mama felt she had to become somethin
wen you moved out it was the best thing for you
but what about us we was struggling too
wen daddy finally came back into the picture we had to go
then here you come cuz you wanna use us sum moe
wen daddy came back mama left
ya'll robbed me personally of happiness it was known theft
well that was the past lets take a look at the present
mama and daddy here sorta i guess thats a blessin
im eighteen years old and now you tryin to interfere in my life
where were you when i needed advice
im the only one in our family doin the best with what i got
everybody is havin the luck when all i have is the have not
sista how could you agree with me one minute cuz our situations is similar
and when you get on all of sudden my choice in your eye's has gone dimmer
you so hypercritical i will never take your advice
it dont matter if you think it could save my life
i dont hate you i just despise you a lot
im not a toy you get out the cracker jack box
when i move away i will not open my mouth to tell you or anybody else where
i'll be ok cuz im with somebody who actually cares
man ma life just went through a twista
but thanks for savin me "sista"?
Father and Mother,
years and years have gone by
yet love has kept its home in your eyes.
You've got a love you can sink your teeth in,
you've got a love I can believe in...
Like fresh cut lilacs
and the swing outside
on the very best tree besides
the Cherry and Maple,
Bradford Pear and Apple
we all used to climb
in the summer heat,
running fast
on dewy grass
wearing bare feet.
Dad and Mom,
we Maple Tree love you.
Although things have and will change,
something about your love
will always stay the same...
Small house
in a small town
white-gold rings
and life's simple things
are what you're about.
Three kids who adore you with all they've got.
You're rich with what can't be bought.
You've got a love like:
that
I was four years old
with my two favorite people,
holding on to my fishing pole.
I hear Dad's laugh
and look, Mom fell flat
in the river
with water clear up to her shoulders
and we all laugh.
Yeah, you've got a love like: that
You've got a love you can sink your teeth in,
you've got a love I can believe in.
Like huddling together
through a storm in the summer
looking at both of you I wonder:
Aren't you afraid of anything?
You...weren't.
After we caught fireflies
Mom, you helped me name mine
and let me keep it inside.
You nursed Joel back to health
after the bee hive
and earring incidents.
Susanna too with her 'Job' blisters
and falling off the slide on her head
and you pulled out the stones in my knee
while I ungratefully screamed.
And Dad with your arms of love
coming in for an 'everything's ok' hug.
Thank you for that.
Dad and Mom
we Maple Tree love you.
Small house in a small town
white-gold rings
and life's simple things
are what you're about.
Three kids who adore you
with all they've got.
You're rich with what can't be bought.
You've got a love like: that
Pretty poison in the yard. Butterflies
Abound - Horseflies fly into pool. Bees
Buzz! Algae, fish, lady bugs, yard tools.
Grandma's house is pretty. Houdini The
Turtle escapes to visit. Next door, new
Neighbor - Max! Runs with Arthur - Chow!
Eddie and Max run for a ball, Mom throws.
Catching night fireflies, letting them go.
Sparklers burn bright. Yearning to learn,
What a wonderful childhood. Theirs, mine.
Black widow spiders at pond's edge, fish
Larger each year. Beautiful webs hang by
Dream catcher - Chimes! Tree grows over
Waterfall. Wildflowers in the rock path.
Cactus. Desert beauty blooms. Algae blooms.
Mesquite overhangs driveway - Sharp, Ouch!
Rock bench for writing and reading, taking
In all of God's wonders. Blue skies, Sun
Warms my face as I wish a wish, bidding a
Neighbor hello, goodbye, or Good Luck!
Moved on to Grandma's house by the little
Church. I walked to hear music and words
To live by. Tyler had a coke and asked me
Why my treadmill was dusty. Pictures adorn
Walls and furniture. Books adorn shelves.
With antiques, dolls, bears, knickknacks,
Snacks, candles, flowers. Red juice for
Mykayla, milk for Matthew. Bar B Que adults
Enjoy our getting together to bless meals.
Christmas exchanges, warm fire, pretty tree
And decor, Wyland's piano. Halloween
Pumpkin carving, costumes and candy!
Thanksgiving we held hands and gave thanks
For an excellent meal and good health all.
Beautiful hutch full of mementos, pictures
Adorn buffet. Casey's on the computer and
Tyler wants another blanket. I'm another
Grandma Smith and I couldn't ask for more.
In a house of chalice it all began
Out of jelly, I grew a limb
Like joke, like joke, I grew all
I was alone but not lonely
Because I was enrolled in karate league
Out to win though I have never seen my opponents
I learnt all my moves and I kicked
Oh! How I kicked the chalice
In the ninth month, I won the league
And I was told to prepare for my reward
The house of sphere
Coming into the sphere, I screamed out of frustration
“What!!! Is this supposed to be a trophy?”
So, it all began in sphere
The chalice only a prelude
In this contest, I am not alone
Coming to see me are aliens of various sizes and shapes
But non can be said to be short
They treated me like a breakable ware
If only they knew I single handedly won the combat
So, I told them
But they were only marveled and confused
Wondering why I was….
I guess they called it “crying”
Though I wonder what that is
Now am pissed at their treatment
And a very strange thing is happening to my middle
“Stop talking” I screamed
And that is when I heard the voice of my instructor in chalice,
Telling me not to worry
That I am only hungry “what ever that means”
And for the first time, I saw her beautiful face
And she picked me up and hugged me to her bosom
That is when I realized that I am not in a contest after all
And that the chalice is only a phase in my home coming preparation
And that I have come home.
Form:
As a child I was hustled to the car one eve,
Bundled with a blanket as we hurried to leave.
My brothers came too, a few little clothes,
Then speeding away, 'fore the monster arose.
We all slept through the long night's drive,
Still many, many hours until we'd arrive.
I'm sure momma knew this time would come,
But no time to plan, just take off and run.
Then that bright morning we woke to find,
A forest of Mulberry, Birch, and Pine.
On some little street, in some little place,
Our grandparents waited with tender embrace.
The four of us, and the grandparents too,
Would we all fit in a little house for two?
In Granny's house, we learned everyday,
'Leave it to the Lord, He'll find a way'.
Grampa talked of God's Heaven above
And I saw more than heard, a life of love.
He camped, and fished, and played Banjo too,
Every now and then, he'd sing a bar or two.
Granny played piano, Momma, Accordion,
Folks stayed for hours to sing and have fun.
We filled that house with love and praise,
And mem'ries that last through all our days.
Now there's just Granny in that little place,
Vibrant and sharp, and aging with grace.
Still plays piano when folks gather there,
A little house, near Heaven, somewhere.
Tree and I
The birds have flown up and gone
They have built their own nests
On the trees of the alien lands.
My tree is lonely and leafless.
We look at each other tree and I.
Oh, the joys of spring days-
The days for the flowers to bloom,
For the bees to build honeycombs
Gathering honey from the flowers.
We look at each other flower and I.
Oh, the joys of summer days,
The days for the birds to return,
With their ownselves extended,
Feeling the house with laughs & cries.
We look at each other house and I.
Oh, the joys of the autumn days,
The maturing sun bringing out,
The myriad colours to the leaves,
And dressing the gardens with colours.
We look at each other garden and I.
Oh, the sorrows of Fall days,
The scantily undressed trees,
The skinny twigs all around,
The rough beds of leaves for the snow.
We look at each other the fallen leaf & I.
Oh, the chilly winds of winter days,
Snow, snow and snow everywhere,
Ripping us out, cutting us free,
No signs of spring, summer- far behind.
We look at each other tree and I.
The barn where my kissing cousin and I
spent a lot of time together.
We were such good friends,
a little kissing is all we ever did,
time and time again we
would joke around and
tease her brothers.
The old barn is only place
we could go to just be ourselves,
we would talk on forever, about
just almost anything.
As the years went by,
my family moved to the big city,
and left our small town behind,
with just loving memories.
My cousin and I slowing drifted
farther away from each other,
until we became total strangers,
she married someone as I did also,
her mom died and her dad sold
the house with the old barn,
then the worse thing happened,
the house and the old barn were
torn down, now only
thing I have is the memory
of that old barn.
wrote 4-7-11
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