Short Aunts Poems

Candlelit tableau
My uncle and my aunts
Singing in the snow...

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My mother and aunts
All suffered from breast cancer
Mom’s right breast removed

She had the choice to abort
But she risked her life for me...

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His dad's two sisters gave him a glance
Followed by an amorous advance
I guess you should know
He went with the flow
And ended up with Aunts in his pants!...

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Penn's Aunts, patch-eyed women
Cutlass carried, pistol too
You mess with Sean,
They mess with you
Give his movie a bad review,
You'll walk the plank,
That's what they'll do....

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My mama baked ham and served green beans,
the cousins and aunts and uncles ate.
When everyone had bellies
hanging over their pants,
we came together
opening gifts
from under
the pine
tree....

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A bride-to-be I stood lone
Surrounded by uncles and aunts
Flowers in every nook
But alas no groom

Hands decorated with love
Red dress ironed and perfumed
All expectantly await
But where is the groom?...

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each and every stone
in a cemetery 
marks
the spot of a hero

sons daughters
fathers mothers
uncles aunts
sisters brothers

all nationalities
all races
and religions
lying comfortably
side by side
for a change
in everlasting peace...

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This is my Aunt Gale
At a very sweet age
Acting so cute
In an innocent stage.

Golden brown locks
Embracing her face
A dimpling smile
That no one could erase.

I love my Aunt
She's full of fun
When it comes to aunts
She is my number one....

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Counting Crows
Someone else’s song and dancing anyway
I know that I have my own music
Somewhere singing inside the brightest corner of my soul
HS, as one of my many aunts calls the Holy Spirit,
Whispers	
Way to go
“Nah Nah Nah Na, yeah”
To borrow a lyric...

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This wonderful time of the year is here
Rekindle ties with family and friends
Old uncles and aunts will appear
This wonderful time of the year is here
Again close to my siblings dear
Joyful presents, giving never ends
This wonderful time of the year is here
Rekindle ties with family and friends...

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Picked  off, one by one,
mothers, sons, uncles, 

Aunts, some when fell, shit
their pants/the muscles

See, they start to dance.

Proud?
It was a war/kill them or 
they’d kill 

First; hand grenade or AK
Aimed at me

And now I wonder if some 
mother’s son

Saw me today, what he’d 
Say?

In an AK-47 way...

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My family is my obsession
They’re the ones I’m crazy about.
My mom, my dad,
And my little brother
My grandparents, my aunts, and uncles
And cousins too, 
are the ones I care about.
My family is what I think about
Every day, every minute.
Each member is precious to me
I love them and they love me.
My family is my obsession....

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In Family Reunion these thoughts I deride
all love that is given is blessed from inside
a hand that is passed from father to son
will hold a caress that is better than none
the love of a Mother, Sister and Daughter
will link to make problems smaller and shorter
the dance of your Cousins, Sisters and Aunts 
A confidance booster that never says can't...

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Many carnival rides take my breath away
Shake my brains, and cause a lightning rod of fear
Some make my lunch come up, lurching and screaming.
But the Merry-Go-Round is my favorite.
For this is where I remember waving to my grandparents.
And my aunts and uncles, maybe mom and dad were there too.
I do not remember that part, as they were always around....

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They are what they learn,
and they've learned so much
from their pastors and teachers 
when mom wasn't there,
and dad was defining himself.

They are loved second hand 
by aunts and uncles distant and suspect.
From the back of a hand 
to the stroke of a cheek, 
confusion curdling self-respect.

They are what they're used to,
it stems from regard or neglect....

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They are what they learn,
and they've learned so much
from their coaches and teachers  
when mom wasn't there,
and dad was defining himself.

They are loved second hand by aunts 
and second cousins twice removed,
from the back of a hand to the stroke of a cheek, 
confusion curdling self-esteem.

They are what they love,
it depends on the fist or the glove....

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They are what they learn,
and they've learned so much
from their coaches and teachers  
when mom wasn't there,
and dad was defining himself.

They are loved second hand by aunts 
and second cousins twice removed,
from the back of a hand to the stroke of a cheek, 
confusion curdling self-esteem.

They are what they love,
it depends on the fist or the glove....

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So my aunts dying - 
    a dispassionate aside
        over coffee, Saturday
No point in crying
    bitter death taken in stride
        and a sugary frappe

How fit the topic?
     Heated chemicals imbibe
        Caffeinating hollow sounds 
Reflect myopic
     Her death we fein to describe
         with muffins and coffee grounds

Saturday, January 16th 2016...

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Strode the red with a somewhat elegant stance.
Posture strut, apparel of a musketeer from France.
Outstanding panache surely caught the glance
Of the staring virgins, of the glaring aunts.
Flipped the cattle into a ga ga trance....
Did I make a wrong landing, by the faintest chance?
For the ga ga now seemed  more like a look of askance.
Clearly, I was an optical nuance....

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Demise of my Horses

I had been a way for a few days
visiting the aunts of Cascais, and
 found my stone horses gone.
Just three cheerless holes were
They had been tethered.
The widening
of the road, they said and for
that beauty must go.
If they decide to make a motorway
close neighbours will be divided.
Sun and rain, spectacular my horses were
before turned into grit....

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They are what they learn,
and they've learned so much
from their coaches and teachers  
when mom wasn't there,
and dad was defining himself.

They are loved second hand by aunts 
and second cousins twice removed,
from the back of a hand to the stroke of a cheek, 
confusion curdling self-esteem.

They are what they are taught to love...
it depends on the fist or the glove....

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They are what they've learned, 
and they've learned so much 
from their pastors and teachers 
when mom wasn't there, 
and dad was defining himself. 

And some are loved part time, 
by aunts and uncles distant and suspect, 
from the back of a hand 
to the stroke of a cheek, 
confusion curdling self-respect. 

They are what they're used to, 
it stems from regard or neglect....

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Alliterative adjectives
Are like poetic additives
That rearrange raw rhythmic rhyme
So sonnets sound more-so sublime.

“Aggrieved aggressors,” “Angry Aunts”
“Outraged oppressors,” “Haunted haunts”
Are all alliterative bits
That prod poor poems into hits.

Consider how this very verse
Without alliteration would be worse.
For con-sequential consonants
Create quaint quotes of consequence....

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the aunts come for coffee
in their daytime dresses
always sharp with lipstick
they take long drags  on their cigarettes and wave their hands
in the smoke
while they talk
in small whispers so we can't hear
and then louder
about whose baby is due
what cousins getting married
more coffee
in nice weather they'll sit outside
big Jackie O glasses
small time 60's ladies
heading into  the revolution...

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Ghosts and Goblins all astir.
Dressed up in her mama’s fur.
S’posed to be a burly bear
But there’s a little girl in there.
Mommy and Daddy having fun
With this child that’s only one.
Asking for treats, no tricks in mind.
Loaded with loot of every kind.
Grandmas and grandpas, uncles and aunts
Give this sweet bear anything she wants.
Jack o'lanterns lead to next candy foray.
Who's having more fun on this Halloween day?

Joyce...

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