Short Eldest Poems

The youngest is clown
In between are cats and dogs
The eldest is down....

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through generations---
clan patronized eldest son
till women claimed rights



Patriarchy Contest
8 July 2015...

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My white wedding dress
  Now on my eldest daughter
    Twirling in mirror
      I hope in twenty years she
        Won’t be invisible too


10/15/12...

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Believe it or not, I have a 60-year-old son
My eldest and closest in nature to this old bum
A soft spot endures
Through all the years
A talented lad reminds me of the morning sun...

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My eldest and youngest sons surprised me today
Unprovoked, both sons made an unexpected survey
In unison, they agreed
Their Christmas' did exceed 
Their wildest dreams, heart-warming to hear to this day...

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On the dance floor.
Guitar man.
With no guitar.
So much music
flowing through
his body.
His arms quiver.
His hands shake.
As if trying
to expel
the excess out
his fingertips.


My eldest brother is almost famous....

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He’s brazen,
But downright smart too
He’s the eldest of my kids
Blonde, blue eyed, smart and handsome, he is
He doesn’t know that at all
Honest and humble
That’s my boy!


Septet syllable count is 3,5,7,9,7,5,3, unrhymed...

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A poet, Charlotte Bronte (pen name Currer Bell),
was eldest of three sisters; novels she wrote as well.
A  Gothic style in first person narration she wrote with flair,
giving us novels ahead of their time, like the popular Jane Eyre....

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Methinks thou mayst receive mine words as false;
Her eldest daughter at a stew-house tups.
Come hither, pray - and see with thine own eyes 
We lusty knaves surround that saucy wench
To make the two backed beast.

For Lisa’s Old English Scandal contest...

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there once was
an English chap
that had a car
plate that read
5DODRZ

he stopped in
the medicine
shop and
bought
a box

of tampons for
his eldest but
instead of
one box
they

gave him a lot
he exclaimed
i don't have
that many
bloody

daughters...

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My brother is young and says, 
“I’m wise for my years…”

My sister is younger and says, 
“I’m peaceful for my age…”

I am the eldest and say nothing…

They quarrel…
And quarrel…
And quarrel…

Then I said
	“Peace never lasts
		And the wise can be fools
You both made each other
	A tool to each other’s fool…”...

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Bless my family one and all.
Watch over them and keep them.
My eldest daughter near to my heart,
yet so far away.
My daughter at home so young, yet grown.
My baby boy who is eight this year.
My youngest who is a ray of light 
on a dark and dismal day.
And my spouse who is the love of my life.
Lord in your mercy hear my prayer....

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Grandfather was indifferent to money.
Father was interested in money

Older brother only studied
Father learned to make money

The eldest son was ignoring money
Father paid attention to the role of money

Wife did not love money
Father had regret money

Father's sacrifice
made his shortcomings

To me, they shine like jewels....

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Five little fingers keep me “occupied” as I crawl on Persian rugs,
four little fingers toy with model trains my eldest brother scorned,
three little fingers learn to tip and tap on  gadgets oddly-named.
Two little fingers wrap around felt pens that scribble “telltale signs.”
One little finger now a playpen pal in my
“let’s pretend” home!...

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Like a Banyan Tree, 
my roots (seeking rebirth),
from eldest, outstretched limbs, descend
to a heartening earth.

Like a Banyan Tree
on hilltop with grand stance,
love from embossed gold earth and sky,
shall help my soul's expanse.

Spirit rustles arches
of my highest leaves.
Life flows through my core,
my dawns, my days, my eves.


6/21/15...

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Dad's youngest brother
is younger
than my brother:
Dad being the eldest
in his family,
my brother being
the eldest in mine.

Mother's sister
wed Dad's cousin.
Their offspring and I
are double cousins.

I crossed county lines
to choose a mate
totally unrelated.
 
Dream on.
Somewhere back there,
the name Pratt dangles
from both family trees....

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Time has healed the eldest wound 
Evil has lost 
No longer a thought 
Once we choose the path we are born to live 
We forgive 
Show your mercy of forgiveness my Lord to all those who struck against you and I 
For they did not realize who was the apple of your eye 
I understand through goodness we win 
You forgive
We bow down  
We may be reborn to live...

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Sixteen years he’s graced this Earth,
many challenges, but also mirth,
so frigging smart, like off the charts,
I know he’ll capture many hearts,
but troubled still, with many pains,
hope he’ll shed those invisible chains,
and march out into this great world,
band a-playing and flags unfurled,
ready to take his place in line,
I love this eldest child of mine....

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Joseph's pop gave him a multi-colored coat that put his brothers in a snit!

   They became so outraged that the eldest bro suggested tossing him in a pit!

      Praise the Lord!  He was rescued, ended up in Egypt and had the last laugh!

         Joe found favor in Pharaoh's eyes and was promoted to be his Chief of Staff!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved...

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Ah how I love being the eldest of the bunch at home.
The power I bestow upon the ones much littler than I.
Oh how I can manipulate the ones that were unlucky to be born after me.
I never have to get up off the couch.
Food is brought to me on a silver platter.
Always in charge when the parents of our household are out.
I hardly ever have to lift a finger.
Too bad I have an older sister (in college)....

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The blind fiddler plays
enrapt in his tune;

His wife sits
warm in the melody
of a strange hearth;

Their baby child
does not cry;
hunger is a constant song;

The eldest son stands
gripped by the fire's 
lyric of security ~

After bread and coin is received
the vagabond family moves on.


Art: The Blind Fiddler, nsteel engraving by John Burnett, 1806, 
after the painting by Sir David Wilke...

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I am blessed to have two wonderful sons that are very good to me

To say I am proud of them both is most definitely,

My eldest son is very independent

And my younger son is very driven to commitment,

They are both very Unique in their own ways

I am so lucky to have them both everyday,

Their futures are both very bright

And just knowing that I sleep very good at night.

Written By: Unique Poetry 2015...

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When all else fails make some fudge,
Which they will not begrudge,
Even if it leaves a smudge. 

From my chocolate fudge they will not budge,
My daughter makes a Russian fudge
That disappears before it makes the fridge.

When the children were 4 and had a grudge, 
I made some fudge,
And let them be the judge,

Now my eldest daughter at 27 will not budge, 
Until I make some fudge, 
Something I never begrudge....

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Sisters laugh together,
They love intensely,
and share sorrowful woes,
They help to keep each other
on their toes,
The eldest paves the way
that is less travelled,
While the middle child 
is a master at negotiating,
and soothes all hassles,
The youngest is full of humour
and doesn't take life seriously,
while the eldest protect her
fiercely,
Together they are a formidable force,
for good. bad, better or worse....

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in the cold dark night .sat in the silance of my room im gazing out of the window 
staring at the brightly lit moon .all i can do  is  sit here in my chair to think .then as 
the night closes and a new day draws near ,my eldest child whispers in my 
ear.wake up mum ur drink is here.what a delightfull sleep ihad .such a beautiful 
sunny day today iam so very glad. last night was the best sleep in along time ive 
ever had....

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