Long Sisterlove Poems
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I say to you lets take a walk...to laugh...to chill...and simply talk.
Let’s start heading across the rocks...and go beneath the streets of Rome.
Let us take a break from our feet...down a path right beneath quaint streets,
This is the place where all roads meet...where I’m meaner than Al Capone,
And I could simply make this easy...but your mind will not be blown.
You’ll never see your children grown.
For I thought you was my best friend, but for now you will face your end,
You’re heading there out of your sin...to no light...no love...or cell-phones.
You’ll dwell in torment forever, birds of feather flock together,
In this hall there is no weather, the only echoes are your own,
You’ll rot in disgust and your shameful heart will always be alone.
My love for you...I will condone.
With such greed life karma prevails...and in darkness your bones’ll dwell.
Doesn’t matter how loud you yell...no one will hear that high pitched tone.
I vent all of my frustrations...without any hesitations,
After my retaliation...of this sweet revenge I will prone.
After kicking you in the face...what’s this...is it bodily foam..?
So un-brick the bricks to the dome!
And I don’t care if your legs hurt...for this is how you made it work,
You built your tomb under a church...right beneath its’ big golden throne.
Now behind the mortar you cry...and no one can bade their goodbyes.
My friend...you used to smile so wise...who smiles now as the other moans..?
You love what you can’t have...life...I’m done...revenge has proudly shone.
You’ll die behind the wall of stone.
All of your hate and jealousy...is buried with greed and envy,
You’ll fade from earth as unworthy...right beneath other dried up bones.
Here’s my remorse...wait a minute...clear my nose...on the wall I spit,
Your ego fits nicely here...I’m starting to like your new home.
I’ll let you be with a marker...that I have engraved out of chrome.
“The center of the catacombs”.
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The form is Trochaic Octameter
Iambic pentameter serves as the substitute.
I am so many many things
So much to me life doth brings.
I am up and down, happy, sad
I am torn, solid, I am good and bad.
I have been through so many trials
It is a wonder that my face still smiles.
I am a sister and a few peoples friend
I fight for all I love to the bitter end.
I am daughter and a mother
I am all, not just one or the other.
For all my loved ones I will fight
With all I have for what is so right.
Win, lose, or even a draw
I still love them no matter the flaw.
I may sometimes seem I do not care
But believe me I am always there.
I care for all but some days I
Just need not to be asked why
I am not talking to any one
There is no reason, no none.
But there are days when I
Am always stopping by
Just to check on you
And to say" I love you"
I am a unique southern belle
Who knows just how to yell
And who finds a new calling
That others find appalling.
I am fire and I am ice
I am naughty and am nice
But one thing is for sure
I am none other than Kristy De la Keur.