The world inside of me
Is huge.
There are trees with twisted, open branches,
Like a thousand mom's,
Reaching for a hug.
There is music, and art, and
A tsunami of words,
Sent down stream,
To be plucked and absorbed
Like the most fulfilling
Breath of air.
The world inside of me
Is huge.
There is a tender heart,
And a healing soul
That wishes he could
Raise the dead.
There is also a secret place
Where a million dreams come to rest.
(A dream never fully dies...)
These dreams spin around
Our conscience
Like the earth,
Spinning on its axis,
Rotating around the sun.
We rotate and
Gravitate towards
Each other too.
Like the thousand prayers
That are grafted from
Person to person.
All of them have a purpose.
But somehow it means more
When I can pray
For my sis.
Each of the man-made public disruptions,
Experts say is an unforeseen crisis;
But since they profit from planned destructions,
I am begging you, please don’t go cry sis.
They pre-plan cruel war in people’s back yards,
Wrecking mayhem with killer devices.
Though news says it appeared out of the blue,
It’s their plan all along, so don’t cry sis.
And since war always spurs on inflation,
That is where central bank’s paradise is.
Their fiat money increases with death;
So who’s the killers? For them don’t cry sis.
If the U. S. dollar’s on its last leg,
Then falling empire’s use many vises.
Like foresaid war, division, chaos, hate,
If we learn their ways, there’s less need to cry sis.
And since lately there’s high interest rates,
Countries can’t afford paying debt prices.
So they’ll fool us to fight their dirty wars,
But they’re not worth the fight, so don’t cry sis.
So if we read and learn from history,
And don’t show up for their ginned-up crisis,
We’ll remember we’re one big family;
And that joy, is the reason to cry sis.
Identity crisis
1 word has tit in it
Overall it does make you feel like a tit
Att the decisions
Who are you
Identity crisis
No matter how I spell it or shout it or whisper it or talk to someone about it
Noone listens
“Your not gay you like a boy”
“Are you a girl again”
“Are you straight again”
“Once I break up with you will become gay again
Switch it on or whatever you do”
“Who are you”
Identity crisis
Sometimes crisis feels like overkill
A mountain out of a molehill
Much ado about nothing and making a song and dance about nothing
Now that's irony
You may not feel it but your constantly questioning
Who are you
Identity crisis
Makes you feel alienated
You
You have to go through this whilst everyone else doesn't
No one can relate
I don't know who I am
Help
Tom and his sis hopscotched at the playground
Like two kangaroos going round and round
Their hops filled with wiggles
Here and there, more giggles
Two sock rockets orbit and soon touch down
11/22/22
Children's Limericks Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Eve Roper
10/10/6/6/10
3rd
She has a PhD in Physics
works as a surgeon on the side
Four kids to date with one in the oven
across a Steinway, her swift fingers glide
But older sis calls her a ‘know-nothing’
‘cos the PhD thinks ‘all lives matter’
Ere she responds, younger sis pauses a minute
then smiles ~ ‘Perhaps me, you flatter’
gw rhyme June 21, 2022
I am ever so sorry to you Joanne
And I only can apologize for what
I am hesitantly about to mention
and say let alone speak these word's
and express these thoughts out loud
As you are coming over on holiday
on this the 1st of June to visit both
your mum and I
But being as I am your brother and
love you so I do not wish to lie
For since we haven't seen one another
in the flesh for over 2 long year's now
I know and fear I will in fact disappoint
you when you see me my ever-loving big sis
As the time we have lost and spent apart
To me has not been kind and you as I
may find it hard to assimilate the person
I am now and have sadly become
And thought abounds me of you
upon leaving wishing you had never
taken your time to come at at
Is keeping me awake way into the
dead of night when I try and sleep
I can and may just about be able to
deal with the disappointment I feel
within myself
But seeing that very same disappointment
reflected in your eyes
I fear may well be something far to
hard than even I can take and face
And why I say I am ever so sorry Joanne
Hey my brave poetry sis from across the pond,
We don’t comment too often but we have a,
Common bond,
Our Greek blood is what makes us fighters,
We will forever be avid poetry writers,
You are in my thoughts every single day,
And I do stay still sometimes so that I
Can pray,
I hope you listen to the medical staff and
Every Doctor,
I’m sure you keep them amused, remind them
You are only a lodger,
That you are looking forward to going
Back home,
Where you can do as you like in your very
Own zone,
First eat well and carefully do your exercises,
This will definitely be good and energize
You,
I know that you had and have a great deal
Of pain,
You might in the first couple of weeks have to
Use a cane,
Paint it a bright red, azure blue or a candy
Floss pink,
And remember us all for you must know, that we
Think
Of you and wish you the best, a speedy recovery
My dear friend,
I would hope that you will leave pretty soon,
And that you are on the mend,
Love you dear sis,
With hugs and a kiss.
The Devil still plumbs the abysses
But girls know his serpent just hisses
If you really care
Let Eve tell you where
She pisses she misses French kisses!
Rah! Rah! Rah! Sis Boom Bah!
Everyone stand up and cheer
A more upbeat poem you'll never find
Pay attention and listen here!
Funny how moods go up and down
Like a proverbial yo-yo
Maintaining a balance is a full time job
Life's like a bucking bronco
Survival of the fittest is what it's about
Rule's been around forever
Keep on top, don't let down your guard
Be true to every endeavour
Eventually you'll accomplish all your goals
Maybe sooner or maybe later
Depends on so many unknown factors
Don't just sit there as a spectator
Make it happen keep on top of your game
Don't waiver, flinch, or pause
Winners always keep their eye on the prize
Forever stay true to your cause
Rah! Rah! Rah! Sis Boom Bah!
Stay focused, me buckeroos
Happy or crabby, giggly or cantankerous
Can't blame nobody else but you!
Happy 50th Birthday
To you our Joanne "R"kid
My 1 and only big sister
For i could not have wished
for more
Than the 50 privileged year's
spent loving you as your brother
Same father and to mother born
same same blood line
Jealous only i of your 3
amazing children my beautiful
nieces
Wish only Dad was here and
i was there
To share with you on your
auspicious 50th birthday
Just how much you mean to
every single one and all of us
And just how much we actually
love you
So happy 50th birthday to you
Our Joanne my big sister
Love and word's can not express
My eternal joy my happiness
To many word's to simplest
sentiment express
50 x i love you
And not merely because
today the 28th is your Birthday
But for everyday before and after
i forgot or forget to tell you
Oh little sis I hope you like to play games and sing and tell people about God I love you already
My Sis Lisa passed away
Which is sad in every way
She was young
That it gives my heart a tug
I will miss her
Which will be sad I'm sure
I love her so
As each day goes
No more pain for her
Which is a blessing I'm sure
She's an angel now
As I look up now
My Sis always
As the sun is falling
I've Got A Song, ... Sis,
Advent Uplifts.
Starlight, Boundaries,
Eclipsed.
The Presence Of Day, Night.
Speed's The Seasons Of
Our Lives!
A middle-aged woman named Jill
Believed she was over the hill
Then pizza-boy Fred
Delivered in bed
And now she's gone back on the pill
Teenage lads soon knocked on her door
With iPhones recording the score
The smiles on our street
Are a treat to greet
For Jill's not alone anymore!
All the golden clouds that slowly
drift away have the lovely tint
of the strawberry-red sunset;
little sister in mom's arms is tenderly
lulled by her with a whispering voice
that barely breaks the deep silence.
Little sis in mom's rocking arms,
are you sleeping or are you dreaming?
And holding Colonel Giggle Cheeks,
you squeeze her gently giggling;
little sis in mom's rocking arms,
you cover her mouth when she speaks!
A cradle song is meant for babies,
those tender ones without any worries
and they giggle in their sleep a little...
when they hear someone play the fiddle!
Little sis in mom's rocking arms,
your spoils can't be shared by anyone
older than you and what delights
mother is the joy she shares alone.
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