Short Brother In Law Poems
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Have a crazy brother-in-law named Dickie
At times Dickie can be rather tricky
At 90 years old
He's just been paroled
His crime... he asked a cashier for a quickie
© Jack Ellison 2015
My sister is 91, my brother-in-law is 94
Because of his asthma, my sister was warned before
His life may be short
Advice Dad did impart
Here they are both over 90, heading to 100 or more
I cannot stand to be around you
I cannot stand to hear your vocie
You have hurt me alot
Now you made me feel numb all over
When I think of you I always feel sick
Over all the stuff you have done to me......
A brother-in-law has suffered from asthma all his life
Told my sister he'd die young, now 70 years his wife
Married in spite
Ninety years, still in flight
Sure had a great life in spite of the strife
The women who you call your mother
She is not necessarily the same for me
I am her faithful brother –in- law
So by the relation i am your lovely uncle
And you are my cute nephew
Please, don’t ask me to worship her.
Visited my 90 year old brother-in-law yesterday
Puts me to shame, good for at least another ten I'd say
Golf he still plays
Still a joker I'd say
To this amazing creature, a glass we raise
© Jack Ellison 2016
He rolls like baby
Playing hearts like he's ready
To lose his deary
Your bro not that boy
Played my heart like it's a toy
You're pain, he's a joy
My brother-in-law
If no heart wants you, then how?
Grow up will you now!
Prima Minardi (05/19/2011)
For '***IN-LAWS***' contest
By Dr. Ram Mehta
Her father reared her carefully, she learned from what he knew.
He took her everywhere he went. He leads her now to you.
This is the final time he will lead her anywhere.
After today it is up to you, she is in your care.
Watch over her and love her as she becomes your life.
The woman who is my sister, who now will be your wife.
Hey Johnny can you hear me way up high,
I still have a tear in my eye.
Remembering things and what used to be,
talking about music ,watching Jeopardy.
The Flyers are playing there's a game tonight,
I hope you can see it through that light.
Your Mom and sisters miss you,
and hey Johnny I do too.
JSergi
*Flyers - Philadelphia Hockey Team
In Memory of Johnny Wallis my brother-in- law.
Sylvia did not like her brother-in-law Dan.
She thought he was a despicable man
Sylvia talked behind Dan's back
Saying Dan was lazy and slack.
It concerned her sister Sue,
Who did not share Sylvia's point of view,
Dan was the love of her life
And Sue was Dan's faithful wife.
Suddenly poor Dan died,
And Sue's sister Sylvia cried
Saying how much she loved that man,
Her sister's husband, Darling Dan.
God is the chief justice,his laws solutions
In the law making world of dreams,six people population
Father in law,mother in law,in the absence of children
Son in law,daughter in law, in the absence of parents
Brother in law,sister in law,the law making relations
One law to other law,no any blood connections
Mother in law vs daughter in law,a long pending action
No court prepared to deliver a decision!
Keith! (You ole' son of-a-gun)
That Kenmore sure gets the job done
Still keepin' our drawers mighty clean
Thanks a LOAD for the washing machine!
Keith! (You ole' son-of-a-Dick)
Go find your sister real quick
She'll kiss you right square on the jaw
Merry Christmas! (Your brother-in-law)
***During lean times a few years back...Presented to my bro-in-law at his annual Christmas
party (My father-in law's name was Dick)
Straight-up the arrows,
hard-pressed the doors
to all the rooms
in all the houses
on Clark Street.
Father Coughlin brought blessings
thinned with broth
from potato peelings.
Women poured tears
into fringed shawls,
and buried their dead
above Dublin’s seashore,
along the banks
of the river Liffey.
Through the years,
the ghost of James Clark,
Bugsy’s brother-in-law,
pursued Al Capone
all the way to his grave.
You lived the life the way you liked, carefree
Like smoking you did not quit
Your lungs are now fighting.
You have the courage to face the future
With the healing touch of God
You’ll win the bleak battle.
With undaunted hope you’ll cross the dark night
Reach the bright horizon where
A new dawn waits for you.
July 13, 2018
Syllable count checked on howmanysyllables.com
(This is for my brother-in-law who is fighting lung cancer)
Drenched in Red, with St. Valentine
Straight-up the arrows,
hard-pressed the doors
to all the rooms
in all the houses
on Clark Street.
Father Coughlin brought blessings
thinned with broth
from potato peelings.
Women poured tears
into fringed shawls,
and buried their dead
above Dublin’s seashore,
along the banks
of the river Liffey.
Through the years,
the ghost of James Clark,
Bugsy’s brother-in-law,
pursued Al Capone
all the way to his grave.