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An amber light from a flower lamp,
Shrouds the room,
With a missing a petal,
The 75 watts bulb pierces it like a stigma,
There's an old mattress lying on the floor,
The brown cold floor with the smell of cement,
A purple bed sheet and a smelly old duvet,
It’s got flowers as part of its decor, too,
The room is full of furniture and artifacts,
Carrying impressions of flowers,
There’s an old mosquito net, you can tell it was once white,
It’s got a few holes, big enough for my head,
A man, he is boy when sleeping, is curled up inside,
He doesn’t snore, but he grinds his molars,
I know how the air between his enamel feels;
To be under a strange force,
The boy is thin and brief, but not inconsequential,
Like an ampersand.
The mosquitoes and ants woke me up,
Maybe it was the conditioner in my hair,
Or the sugar spilled on the cold cement,
He didn’t bother to sweep,
Some superstition about night and sweeping,
The cement does not know how the strokes would feel,
I know how fast careless strokes feel,
There’s a pregnant cockroach that is eating his finger tips,
I let the mother nourish herself,
Explore his skin with its antenna.
I smelt fish on his hands,
And lips.
He turns on his back and exposes his black skin,
Impressions of ribs and pelvic bone,
The anopheles dances on my skin,
I let it suck life out of me,
Careful not to interrupt,
There’s another pain superior to the bite,
It’s kept me awake for hours,
As I let another proboscis takes a part of me.
The boy sleeping under the mosquito net,
Will wake up in the morning,
Find me curled up next to his arm,
Smiling, he will tell me under the bad breath,
'You see, I told you it would be easy'.
Life constantly changes
A white day could
Suddenly turn black
But no matter what happens
I know my little bird’s got my back
I keep her in my pocket
She chirps and she sings
She shades me from the scorching Light of Day
With her gilded wings
And when the Cold Night comes
She keeps me company
She rests next to my pillow
As we share our dreams
My little bird hates those Cages
She’s as free as she can be
When she’s
Flying
And soaring
Out there with me
Sometimes I can’t seem to comprehend
Why my little bird feels upset
When all I’ve given her
Is the best she could ever get
I guess I was wrong
To think my little bird would always be there
It seems to me
That her heart belongs elsewhere
What an awful person I would be
To ask her to stay
To plead to her
To cry to her
And beg her not to leave
I guess it’s safe to say
We’ll still be under the same sky
If my little bird wants to leave
Who am I to ask her why?
So fly away little birdie
And spread your charm
Your distance might hurt me at first
But it will do me no permanent damage or harm
For I am certainly sure
That this is what you need
A perfect Escape
A new life to lead
Your colorful feathers
Are what I’d mostly miss to see
I love you little birdie
That’s why I am setting you free
To a place far away from me
A place where I shall become Nothing
But a crumbled photograph
In your vague memory
Never forget me my little bird
Nor the memories we had
The only thing that keeps me going
Is the Fact
That you are no longer sad
So fly away little birdie
And spread your charm
Your distance might hurt me at first
But it will do me no permanent damage or harm-
For a long time you have been gone;
And, all alone, I've had to carry on.
Through it all, the sadness and the pain.
Until your back, until you find yourself again.
It is regardless to me, how long it will take.
Because in reality, it's your life, not only here on earth that’s at stake.
Turn your back on me, never living up to what you should.
I'll take God's warm hand, when yours is cold.
Guiding me through, from the knife that pierces me.
Waiting for that glorious day when you again will finally see.
You once were so beautiful, shining with brilliance;
But you now you have become ugly, reeking of ignorance.
Turning your back on all that you love,
From me, your family, and your heavenly father above.
The truth is too hard for you to bear,
Although it is my eyes that ever shed a tear.
I don't know what you will think will happen,
Your life, I am waiting for it to begin shaping.
What will change, that makes you come back?
At what point will you have to be at?
It not enough to see me cry,
You have to make me feel like I will die.
You just have to go ahead and tear me down;
As if it isn't evidence enough that I wear this frown.
Patiently, calmly, but painfully slow,
All describe the feelings I choose not to show.
Waiting here for you to come back to the light,
When again you will grant yourself the gift of sight.
You will one day let God’s love in,
You will change your ways, and repent of your sin.
Turning your face back into the light,
Stopping these thoughtless, and this senseless plight.
I call you my sister, but you are more than that;
You are my other half.
You complete my heart just the way you are,
Except sometimes when you drive the car.
I say I’m weak, you say I’m strong;
I’d be nothing if you were gone.
You told me once, you told me twice to take a chance in life.
You are supportive and outgoing,
Creative and loving.
You are unpredictable and never have a banal mood.
It never crossed my mind that I would eat cat food.
You are ubiquitous in my life,
Just like Jesus Christ.
You are strong willed and independent,
Courageous and intelligent.
You gave me your trust
And I proved it when we survived through the purple mush.
You are not feo like my mayo;
Never living in the ghetto.
You are by my side constantly helping me understand the things I can’t quite
comprehend.
Everything with us is competition, winning is your ambition.
It was smart of us to go to Mission Interact,
But we probably shouldn’t have kept that stray cat.
You always stand up for me;
Never backing down with uncertainty.
You continue to fight for what you believe in
Like the debate with fried chicken.
Every time we are together
We always get in trouble one way or another.
You live life to the fullest
Sometimes it is like dodging bullets.
Although I will never forget the quote you live by:
“To be old and wise first you have to be young and stupid”
Form:
A small whine in my ear.
“Let me see. What have we here?”
A new little monster with a pinched red face;
Whose caterwauls usurp my place?
“I wish. I wish.” I’d opened wide,
My fledgling arms, let go my pride.
My favorite dresses, my new toy,
My Daddies lap, my mother’s joy;
Curly blonde bundle so unlike me;
Everything mine was given to she.
“Sweet little villain or Little Nell?”
“Who was the monster? Only God can tell."
So long, it took for love to grow,
Between the monsters two egos.
“I wish. I wish.” I’d opened wide,
My fledgling arms, let go my pride.
So long, you snuggled at my side,
Looked up to me let meanness slide.
So long, we suffered, women we;
In a masculine shadow, a manly lea.
Monsters two, linked arms and hands,
Against the villainous male; we’d stand.
Against the NEW pinched-faced wail,
The long awaited hierarchical male.
“I wish. I wish.” I’d opened wide,
My fledgling arms, let go my pride.
He took the toys, the time, the rides.
He took our parents from our side.
And yet, as time and tide did pass;
We three did come to see, at last.
To wish, to wish and open wide;
To let go the anger, let go the pride.
To know each monster has it day,
And every child a price to pay.
And so, each parent’s task is vast;
To create a family that will last.
Darlene my dear sister of mine,
as I was growing up, we had our
ups and downs, but we also had
a lot of fun and good times.
You were my only sister,
and my hero, I looked up to you.
Whenver I needed to ask you
a question a straight answer is
what I got back. Teasing you as you
brought home a boyfriend, is what
little brothers are supposed to do.
Making you so mad, that you would
scream at the top of your lungs,
and chase me all over the house,
to try and kill me.
We had a deal, whenever we
bought 6 pack of Pepsi,
brother Darrell, you and me,
each got 2 bottles,
me being very greedy
would always steal one
or more of yours, it was
like that bottle of Pepsi
was a chunk of gold or
something, you would again
chase me all over the house to
try and kill me once more.
Our Sunday afternoon walks
uptown met so much to me,
that you will never know
how precious those times were,
now many miles separate us
my dear sister, but I am
still loving you and missing you
very much, but this poem is for you,
to let you know, how I really felt
about you and still do, those were
very special days of long ago.
Written 5-24-11
And she cried
Tears burning down her face
With eyes blazing into me
Tearing me into halves
And I remembered—
Looking down at myself in the pool
Where she opened the window a thousand times
To wave to me, Goodnight
“I love you lul” she shouted
“I love you too” I replied
Going to sleep
I woke up and sat on my desk
She came to me again
Kissed me on the cheek
“I love you lul” she spoke
“I love you too” I replied
Going upstairs, sitting on my laptop
She came to me again and again and……again
I love you lul, I love you lul
Those words that uttered in my ear
That made up my day
Just as she came to kiss me again on the cheek
“Don’t” I said, “Your voice is fading, and you may infect me”
“But….”she replied “I’m not sick, I’m not sick”
“No you are!” “Get away from me!”
As I sent her away, with tears dripping down her face “I loved you lul”
She cried, after all she’s a nine year old kid, she must cry
I went to her bed, found her crying still
“Don’t cry 7bibi Juju” I uttered “I love you, don’t cry”
She clang to my shirt and hugged me
Tears still streaming down her face “I love you lul”
But those were tears of happiness, of delight
“I love you too” I spoke
I know I haven’t talked to you much.
We both are busy the only time we have is lunch.
I plead to spend time just you and me.
Hanging with you makes me feel free.
Even though we’ve had our fights in the end we see the light.
You have been such a successful woman; I can’t believe you are human.
Remember those days me and Erin acted so cool?
Well to be honest we were just following you.
You made my nightmares go away.
Then I’d wake up at 5am feeling dreadful, but glad to see you every day.
You’ve been there for me through thick and thin; like a roller coaster we are in.
Then you graduated high school glowing you were beautiful too.
I actually shed a tear or two.
You have given me advice, and I have taken it more than twice.
Now you leave just Erin and me, but we think about you every day of the week.
You have artistic ability and creativity, while Erin and I have activity.
You never stopped believing in us once.
You always had confidence and trust.
We are all sisters 1, 2, 3… you, Erin, and me.
Look out world because here we come stylish and having fun.
Tears of pain, tears of joy
We are the Brunkala sisters no one can destroy!
When I was growing up, TV was all the rage
You'd read the weekly guide from page to page.
One of the shows that was never to be missed
"The Honeymooners", where Alice always ended up being kissed.
"Bang, Zoom, to the Moon Alice", Ralph would say
Then realizing what a jerk he was, he would always have to pay.
I remembered that line because I had a sibling - female
One girl amongst five boys made her all too often wail.
Being closest to me in terms of age
She always wanted to tag along, which put me in a rage.
My mother used to say to me more times than less
"You have to treat your sister like a little Princess".
Remembering all the times she made me mad
I got an inspiration that I thought wasn't bad.
One day my sister, whom I love so dear
Went crying to my mother...with "Crocodile tears".
So I was prepared for that eventful tryst
Like Ralph...shaking my hand and raising my fist.
And when my mom would her favorite line festoon,
I answered back...
"One day Mom, that little Princess is gonna be the Queen of the Moon!"
What's happened to my sister?
She seems to be quite mad
Once she was so happy
Now she is so sad.
Suddenly she announced
"I want to be a millionaire,
But to make happen
I must become a practitioner.”
Of some such thing as NLP
Or other mind changing stuff.
But can’t she see it hasn’t worked
And we’ve all had enough.
What’s happened to my sister?
She didn’t use to be this way.
Maybe aliens arrived from Space
And took her off one day.
The person that they left behind
Is someone else entirely,
Not someone nice like Cheryl Cole
or even tiny Kylie.
What’s happened to my sister?
She didn’t used to drink
But now I know she’s had too much
From the glasses in the sink.
All she talks to me about is
Money cars and shoes,
But it all bores me senseless
And I’d rather watch the news.
What’s happened to my sister?
I think she is quite lonely.
I hope one day she’ll realise
That all her friends are phoney.
And whilst she lives her other life,
Her family will wait.
But if she doesn’t hurry up
It could be far too late.