Born of the same blood, yet worlds apart,
Lines drawn in whispers, etched in the heart.
Twin shadows dancing, a discordant rhyme,
Two brothers bound by duty, not love, not time.
Family, a facade, a hollowed-out shell,
God, Country, and Name, the unholy spell.
A trinity whispered, a burden to bear,
Devoted son, patriot, heir, always there.
Inadequate whispers, like thorns in my skin,
Puzzle piece lost, where do I begin?
The elder, a fortress, the twin, a fleeting blur,
Lost in the labyrinth, searching for him.
But beneath the fractures, a flicker ignites,
A longing for warmth, beyond duty's harsh bites.
To break free from the script, the lines preordained,
To rewrite the narrative, reclaim what's unclaimed.
For brotherhood forged in blood, though fractured and frayed,
Holds echoes of love, whispers unafraid.
To mend the cracks, with truth as the thread,
Rebuild the foundation, from doubt and from dread.
There is but one star,
of which
all creation is an
evolving flicker
A radiance
without and within –
a gleam of our present
humanity~ while a beam
from where we have all
been,
an ember seeking
its greater body
and place to light
we are the many of
the the present day
plus the volatility
yet hidden
within that ever
birthing night
Christ our brilliant
Twin, a place reserved for
us in the vastness of endless
sky, to emulate and share
one star
one beckoning
immortal flair
(entry for Mystic Rose's contest, "The One And Only Star For Me"
I am not a she-monster
Though trolls have called me worse.
I do not breathe fire
though have been told I'll burn in hell
by media, both social and in print.
They thought they knew me
#lyingcheat #notyourkids
#benefitcheater.
Or just plain #liar
through pain, I bore two kids
then suffered pain again
when told I must have stolen them.
Trying to cheat the system.
They were not mine,
the kids,
the tests had proven
I must have lied
so;
"Take them from the lying cheat"
they screamed; the mob.
My name is Lydia,
half a twin, a Chimera.
I do not have two heads,
but found, I have two sets of DNA.
And that explains
the children that are mine;
and also not mine.
It does not explain
hysteria,
the hate,
the mob.
Based on the story of Lydia Fairchild
This or That, Vol 1 Poetry Contest; Chimera
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Date wrote: 07-04-2021
Identical twins. Never having a name.
Referred to as the Tone Twins. Hey, Twins! Twinsie.
Assumed to be one person for the first eighteen years.
Until one could get away, leaving fast, chased by the other.
Twin A is independent, likes being alone, seeks solitude.
Her identical-looking sister draws a crowd, likes attention.
Twin A is a creator, forming poems, cartoons, and artistic works.
Her identical-looking sister believes these outliers are nonsense.
Twin A is a reader, especially likes non-fiction,
biographies, and history.
Her identical-looking sister has not picked up a book for fifty-years.
Twin A has sought her own identity her entire life, distancing herself.
Twin B, still wants to dress alike, thank you very much,
still seeking attention.
Twin A is steadily reminding herself she has escaped,
she can stop running now.
Twin B is begging her to come to her church
and wear identical outfits; but Twin A loathes church.
Twin A enjoys her flowers, her vegetables, and her life.
As does Twin B, who continues to hope they are exactly alike.
Birthday Boy
My dear Twin B
You were 6~1
Slow to show up" to see"
But turned out to be perfectly done
You shared a womb with Twin A
cementing your very special day
both known to occasionally shoot pee
Two great guys, I dare decree
To think of you being 26
When sometimes I remember
you playing pick~up sticks
I hope your day is full of fun
and you share it with a special someone
Happy Birthday Boy
I Love you
My dear Twin A
You were " 6~2 "once (haha)
On your Birth~ day
Arrival after 9 months
You shared a womb with Twin B
Who also turned out to be a he
known to occasionally shoot pee
Two great guys, I dare decree
To think of you being 26
when sometimes I remember
you playing pick~up sticks
I hope your day is Super Special
As you share it with your little Vessel
Happy Birthday Boy xoxoxoxoxoxox
~*~
Perched on the porch steps, as the crimson sun goes down
I am sipping on my cold iced tea, and drinking up the joy
I am smiling as I’m watching him, as the weary day retreats…
While the shadows of the trees and poles are stretching long and narrow
He is running swiftly in the yard, in the warmth of summer breezes
His arms are opened vast and wide, while he races through the trees
I see him weaving figure eights, he is flying like a sparrow
While he studies how his shadow moves, as swiftly as an arrow
He is laughing at his mirrored twin, a silhouetted super hero
Now he’s jumping over power lines, finely etched upon the grass
Reflections from the poles above, in the magic of the dusk
The joy lights up his face with wonder, a new power of discovery!
It seems if he could tightrope walk, those lines into the sky
His shirt billows out, like hero’s cape, his glee is free and wild
Oh, joyful moments watching him! … my precious twilight child !
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Inspired by Rick's Contest "Shadows and Lines"
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