Long Siblings Poems
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There are smells and sights and tastes which always remind
of Grandma with her rows of flowers bright,
the red of poppy the gladiolas white, the blue of spring violets vain
the scent of lilacs in the air and pine needles in the mix.
Sometimes too, the memory of her sweet breath does rise
of Black Jack gum or peppermint and all those summer times.
The search for new spout dandelions the mushrooms other times
And summer’s end brought black blue teeth a blueberry’s remind.
We’d dig for bait with cans of tin, Idella, grandma mine, and rise
from ‘neath the patched quilts of calico so bright.
By chance to fish within the stream, trout in our breakfast mix
along with silly shaped pancakes so placed on china vain.
The beauty of her sky blues eyes never was so vain
that wisps of salt and pepper hair gave time
its only claim. To rise like yeast a child within this mix
to hear a bark of terrier and feel Babe’s tongue remind
of childhood days a Grandma’s house. Idella our bright
find. Take those blessed tender hands and rise
Touch childhood cheek like dough of white and rise
have no dark dwelling thoughts of blue blood in the vein
the thinness of her fragile skin the dimmed light so bright
just remember love full of the better times.
And with the scent of venison and sizzling pans remind
laced with home made butter, fried onions in the mix.
How had Idella’s loveliness from German bloodlines mixed
together with the stalwart Grandpa Trussell’s rise
to birth the lively bunch of child my Mom’s remind?
When in the dark of night the rush of red rolls through my vein
mind light flies and flickers like the candle flame of time
and I return on winged horse within a dream so bright.
Smell the wood smoke from the stove caste iron bright.
See the siblings teasing cat and dog within the mix.
The mantle clock’s brass pendulum sings in time.
Hear the winter wind blow through the rafter’s rise
like tucked in chicks the storms blew all in vain,
now only grand kids live these tales and do remind.
Always in the darkest times I think of my Idella bright
and Gram reminds me of both joy and sorrow’s mix
soon like the wind on weathervane I'll rise to heaven and her kiss.
I reminisce about the sunshine days,
I listen to soul-lifting music,
Absorbing the melody and its message.
I remember my mother singing spiritual songs.
I talk with my siblings on the phone,
Recalling our memories,
Discussing the present,
And anticipating a bright tomorrow.
I sing under the vast sky,
Unbound and unrestrained,
In the tranquillity of nature,
As tears of joy and reflection flow.
I rise before daylight as inspiration knocks at the door,
Heeding its call,
I walk through a blooming meadow,
Emerging from the encrusted shadow.
June 28, 2025.
Like all my siblings, I dropped from my mother's crown, oh, about twenty years ago now
Fortunately, though a tough nut to crack, I eventually poked my green head up out of the ground
Turns out that I'm a tree, an Eastern Black Walnut to be exact, or Juglans nigra to be super exact
Now, nearly thirty feet tall, I can feel I've slowed down in growth some, normal for us black walnuts
If I keep my roots, and that pesky walnut caterpillar doesn't find me, I should double my height
My leaves are busy factories turning sunlight, water, and carbon dioxide into life sustaining oxygen
You humans love the pungent taste of my healthy fruit and use it in a slew of your culinary delights
They tell me studies show that the antioxidants I host are beneficial for human medicinal purposes
That chocolate wood I lumber around is top notch for constructing beautiful, long lasting furniture
So whatever our destiny may be, dresser, medicine, or tree, us black walnuts will always stand tall
(5-21-26 For "Snapshots of a Night Scene" Contest Sponsor - Nette Onclaud)
Dusk slowly approaches, as their energy finally begins to wane. Half flat soccer balls
speedily sent down a grassless, asphalt field by crooked, knobby sticks.
Stubby chunks of chalk - pink, yellow, blue, white. Hopscotch squares already fading
Frayed jump ropes swinging up, around, and down,
their satisfying soft smacks on the ground, keeping rhythm.
Delighted squeals of joy, laughter, calling out of names to friends, classmates, neighbors, siblings...
Somehow, this view left me remembering
my days of young, pondering the timeless satisfactions and yearnings of youth.
Gentle raindrops begin to splat red and orange leaves, partially painted the weed-lined pavement
Small shadows scatter and go wherever it is they go when the night sets in.
He is my poetry in one single line,
He is the sun who glows up every morning of mine,
He is my moon that brightens every night of mine,
He is my bliss of solitude that makes silence feel alive,
He is my colour when I draw any sketch of mine,
He is the words of the love letters which I am yet to write,
He is the wish in every prayer of mine,
He is the endless novel in this life of mine,
I wonder if he might ever know that he is my poetry in every,
In every single line...
If I were to tell him, will he be mine?
Or I'll lose him for the rest of my life,
Or I'll lose him for the rest of my life…
Will we be friends even if he rejects this love of mine?
Or I'll lose his friendship for the rest of my life,
Will I be able to make his family mine-
Or I'll lose him for the sake of mine,
Will I be able to make his siblings mine-
Or I'll lose him for the sake of mine,
Or this story will end just like this poem of mine...
I wonder if he might ever know that he is my poetry in every,
In every single line...
If time were a gift
I would open it like the Christmas kind
with smiles, laughter, and joy
but still, I would make a wish, as if Santa would answer,
I would wish to change something
Perhaps my siblings' fate
I would tell her young self to love less
I would be a bit rude to her, so that
she may learn that love is not of existence
I would erase the word love from
her completely
and maybe then, when I come back, she wouldn't be fooled by it
by its wrapped, faded beauty
and somehow we could still be friends
and I could still call her sister
and maybe she will learn from her memories
that even hurt can be for the better.
For as long as her breath brushes my ear like a breeze,
for as long as she is alive, her existence will forever be the greatest gift.
Our featherless angels have no wings;
Each one- a blessing to us brings.
Heavenly spirits, they are not;
from earthly beings, they are wrought.
A special friend, or maybe more-
the caring neighbor's open door;
a pastor's sermon- soothes, uplifts
with answers wrapped in verbal gifts.
The passerby who breaks a smile
to make a dull day seem worthwhile.
Each grandchild's visit lifts the heart;
an earthly angel from the start.
In families, involved and kind-
unfeathered angels we will find.
A mom and dad, with love so true;
siblings and other kinfolk too.
On our earth angels, wings won't spread-
just open hearts exposed, instead.
Besides those which in Heaven fly-
featherless angels are close by.
She is the only one for me
What a difficult place to be?
Sandwiched between two boys
No place for dolls, among the toys
She took many hits on the road
A jump from a bus, I failed to board
A thrashing for a wardrobe fire, I lit
Stood up for me when I could only sit
In quick time, her dreams became valid
From school life to Ivy league rapid
Watched as I sprinted, stumbled, fell flat
The maze nearly ate up another rat
Loyal and pragmatic to a fault
Whenever life’s hilIs, I couldn’t pole vault
On a road from the circus, watched me nearly die
In her brush with death, I could not fly
Another milestone for her, no more
We celebrate being siblings, a whole three score
Thankful for a sister so strong and wise
Always ready to help her brother rise
Happy Birthday Una and many more
This time in rhyme, I will be at the fore
I am proud of you and wish you well
So much love, about which to tell
In regards to life
Try your best along your way
To be respectful and kind to others
Lend a helping hand out where and when and if you can to those deserving of it
And love your family 1st and foremost before all else
Because not only did they grant you birth and bring you into this world
Provide you with siblings and an extended
support network as back up
In your head and heart you know what
love is and it is to love
But they are also truly all you have of
value in this world worth having after all
is said and done
And home is where the heart is and
far more precious
Than all the gold and wealth in the this
here known world
You will truly miss whence eventually
you depart and leave this world behind
rossettis Christina
& Gabriel's
daydream became reality
his living hell for all to see
his beta,wife and muse
a love,on her death
he was to lose
auburn beauty-
sumptuous clothes
in a stunning pose
with long flowing tress
what she thinks
is anyonels guess
fleeting beauty-fresh
so
come by
come buy
eagerly lap
so exotic
this
drizzling
juice
crushed
fruit
sweet to the tongue
sound to he eye
come by
come buy
superbundant
innocence
in
abundance
aplenty
come by
come buy
jouissance
succulent
fruit
crushed
pulpy
to whet
your appetite
let
your
imagination
run
wild
effusive
prelapsarian
with
delicious desire
come by
come buy
take it
as
it
comes