Love changes everything, words oh so true
My world changed as our family crew grew
Day by day for you sisters, love did grow
The loveliest sisters that one could know.
Sisters you completely captured my heart,
Nothing and no one could tear us apart.
That goes for all those who love you to bits
Especially your children and grandkids.
So bouncy and lively, zesty and bright,
That's the way you go on sailing through life
You light up a room, soon as you appear
True gifts to the world, so precious and dear.
May today and the days that come after
Be filled with abundant love and laughter
Every moment a moment to treasure
For sisters who bring life so much pleasure.
Never change from the women that you are
Dear sisters to me you are Super Stars.
Currently the security profit programs is hesitant
Sista bad ways the masters degree premonition holder has eliquented us inside of the never growing fortress of people's passed economic struggles as mimes
Yet the obstructioni zing doth not permit a permit
Ye of vittles portion lacks the fortitude of good days in labor
Between Camarillo livibility lengths and Newbury Park rotations as the same
None may improvith stations whilst sista bad feelings goes into debt full idea administration worry
It was autumn
Before the round
Something shivered
Tools wasn't full
Vans change, tools out strange the work
All damseled
In respite
Shane apprehension grovel
Lost beside his print
Finding his father's name
April, too new city managers
Yorks and shires bereaved
I wasn't your only father's rent
The war counted on better rays
Rates add fits
In byes gondolas say
To write wrongs
Haven't worried sensibly
The round became my leaving board
A pond as his mother's springs
She sheltered little in life
Deathly burden to me
Manhattan Surrender my moons light
Ah ! Seven Sisters Wild
let your blueness flow in tides
for hot bread and blankets red cosy
loosen grids to free muddled minds rosy
so all may smell
nasturtiums tangling moist moss bells
Ah ! Seven Sisters Wild
slip here in solitary hours mild
to turn dial in cold of night
tuning to forgotten memories
of secret airy flights
where you taught mysteries
which I now remember as histories
Ah ! Seven Sisters Wild
are you chanting or baking chide
or decorating star garden walls
awaiting awakening calls
the dark silences of your eyes
embracing arums
we arise
I y e a r n for H O M E
~~~~~~~~~
Two sisters born afar from my terrain
one rising near Taj Mahal ‘s glorious dome ,
another hopping on lanes of maple trees;
still, poetry traces their heartfelt rays
enduring continental divide
like silken wishes on angel cheeks
plying on a relay of starlit skies...
One a sweetened Jasmine utterly
devoid of night's umbra, ohh the other,
a peppered Cinder sizzling with
the sun's baked fireglow.
And though zones of time differ
in paddles of midnight’s arm stretched,
laughter and whispers scoop bowls
of friendship wild and lucent as dawn;
touching me through live words in a gathering
of images warmer than moon's crawl.
I fold my eyes on sands of hourglass
blowing winged kisses to miles distant
yet, near in the ingot of affection’s graces.
both of them knew their sister was dying
neither of them called or contacted her
holding a grudge
while she was dying?
their own sister?
what kind of women are these?
the selfish kind
I as Cherokee must take a stand,
and say no more missing females from Native lands
Too many have gone missing through the years,
Along with too much sorrow and tears
I along with my Native sisters must stand and fight,
Along with our brothers to do what's right
I will shed my blood if need be,
If another sister is taken it will have to be through me
We as Natives what is right,
That's why we stand and fight to have no more sisters
gone out of sight
My sisters stroked my girlfriends hair
Saying lovely hair
Then both of them went into
a cupboard under the stairs
Like something a la Burton
Sorry my ex-girlfriend
I am ashamed by my country
Where do you hand in your documents to leave the human race
Glad you enjoyed space
Cause everything is melting
Watch you don’t burn your lips
on the earth
Trump I mean really was there nobody could do a half decent Kermit impression
What do you get if you cross chocolate with children
a visit by Prince
and drew a breath
Those things that monitors speed
Pedo
meter
We need someone to invent hope
as we choke boke
a clicking in my throat
with the stroke
of a note
this I have wrote
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY
(Apropos Of Mother, Aunts, And Our Sister)
God not only gave us Mother,
He also gave us her Sisters, too:-
All praises be to God for giving us
Mother Dear, her Mothering Sisters,
And our beloved elder Sister, too:
Happy Mother’s day to them all;
Resting together with dear God
In Mothering peace and love:-
Somedays Loneliness comes alone
Other days with her twin sister
As Emptiness she used to be known
They both sit back and talk in whispers
And they’re invisible, that’s the major nuisance
So you can’t say to them off you go
And they can’t stop talking their nonsence
About the good old times they used to know
And they joke and laugh in a voice you knew
Till you think you can’t bear it anymore
Till you realize that it’s only you
Sitting here looking down at the floor.
My sisters are my pride and glory/
An endless legion, woven into my story/
Our bond defies the boundaries of space/
A sacred connection no vastness can erase/
I dwell in shadows, a soul of the night/
Yet their love surrounds me, a radiant light/
No judgement do they cast, no fear do they bring/
In their embrace, my heart takes wing/
To harm my sisters? A perilous path/
For I wield the ancient magic of wrath/
No hand need I raise, no physical fight/
The darkest spells prevail, cloaked in might/
Respect my sisters and I'll respect you/
The balance preserved, the curse eschewed/
But cross this line, tempt fate's dire call/
And you'll learn the price, darkness claims all/
Ages past, the words that caused the rift
still, today, so far apart they drift.
As time recedes, old memories fade
bitterness remains their raw charade.
New slights imagined, old stories told
so, in icy cold, they both grow old.
How blest I am to have three,
My beautiful siblings be!
They have traits of our mother
Yet unique to each other
All gifted beyond compare.
Of music and wit and care
Compassionate, loving too.
All have virtue, through and through.
While they are away, I pray
That soon I will come their way
And embrace them once again,
And fondly remember when-
In childhood or later years
In laughter or heart-felt tears
Our lives are forever one,
Of love, eternally spun.
Sandy sat staring down at the cracked photoed frame. Two little smiling princesses playing in the mud. She loves traveling in her dreams, imagining glowing and bickering in Juane's sweet sweet nectar as in the framed photo.
But the hornet came buzzing, bringing forth a reality of pain She knows not if Juane was more of a lime or a bitter leaf With a scorching desire to thwart her lustres and thwack her wounds while she sang a song of purity on the streets. Confusing all with her orange scent and ravishing strides.
How Sandy wished to travel once more
Where Juane could never pierce a dart to her heart, Where she could once again be a smiling princess together with her beloved SISTER Juane.
She appeared in the middle of a snowflake
Most could not see her, but the fey always can
She flitted around the white snow sprinkling pixie dust
It began to glisten, as twinkly as fifties sequins
Where were her sisters? Had they not arrived yet?
They were along shortly, sprinkling around white glitter
When they were finished the snow had a blueish tint
It was sparkling as prettily as it ever could
The faeries were finished until the next snowfall
Two Sisters
last of tribe
visit
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