IN AND OF GOD'S TWINS
We reap what we sow.
Seek to sow love, to reap love:
They're God's seeds and fruits
TWINS
two hearts
twofold grace
I held you both close
born silent in my arms
morning came and held its breath
"love can divide yet still be whole"
Grandpa bull wanted so privacy, but was asked to sit
for two toddler twin calves named Marm and Whit
They opened the door and played with the toilet paper
Crawled onto his lap, and threw down his newspaper
Now I know to never keep the bathroom door open he said to Grandma Tee
They were having a great time, but it was rather uncomfortable for me
Daughter said I have not been to the bathroom by myself for two years
They love it when you are in the bathroom and they have dog ears
the twins had specific likes and were vocal about them
Their names were Carmella Annie and Jeremy Jim
Carmella liked trucks and soldiers, Jeremy wanted dolls
We call the action figures, yelled his Uncle Walls.
Okay, action figures them, Jeremy agreed that day.
But if he was getting trucks, he would run away.
Carmella wanted to be in the Air Force when she grew up.
She would also take a race car complete with loving cup.
the berry twins were happy in their patches
no other faeries ever felt they were quite their matches
blueberry faery’s produce was a delight in pies
they were also tasty plain; just ask the fruit flies.
strawberry faery’s produce was tasty in a malt
consumed daily by that imaginative guy named Walt
the other faeries tried to find produce of their own to feature.
The one who almost reached their success was M.R. Reacher
M.R. Reacher was a brownie who claimed peanuts as his own.
They were difficult to grow, not like brambles overgrown.
George Washington Carver made them more of a hit though
When he invented peanut butter, which made that produce glow.
Truth and facts are twins,
born from the same silence,
cradled in the same light,
yet hunted by different men.
Facts stand naked in the marketplace,
cold, stubborn, unmoving.
Numbers etched into stone,
events that happened whether we like them or not.
But truth…
truth walks deeper.
It enters the soul of things,
breathes beneath statistics,
and whispers what facts alone cannot explain.
A fact may tell you
that chains once held a people.
Truth will tell you
how those chains still echo in their minds.
A fact may record
the fall of a nation.
Truth will reveal
who sold its future in the dark.
And so the world fears them both.
Because facts expose lies,
but truth exposes intentions.
Politicians manipulate facts,
crowds distort truth,
and loyalists bury both
beneath noise and emotion.
Yet the twins endure.
For facts are the footprints of reality,
and truth is the soul that left them behind.
Separate them,
and society becomes blind.
Unite them,
and even darkness begins to confess.
I am softer out of that younger skin,
now decorated with freckled fine lines.
My old reflection is my fraternal twin.
Bringing to my face an impish grin
wisdom let’s you alter the guidelines.
I am softer out of that younger skin.
No longer hard but I know how to win,
bruises will heal never showing signs.
My old reflection is my fraternal twin.
Each mark a tattooed place I’ve been
colorful and playful without confines.
I am softer out of that younger skin.
Weaker before my leg was broken,
it took all I had to sit on the sidelines.
My old reflection is my fraternal twin.
Left ear’s got a hole with a safety pin
the place where the total vision aligns.
I am softer out of that younger skin,
my old reflection is my fraternal twin.
goofy squirrel twins with their hair askew and eyes so big
they tormented the acorns, and the tree, stepping on every twig
they scurried up the trunk, and scattered leavings all over the ground
we watch them daily; they are the best entertainment around
WE TWINS: A RESTROSPECTIVE COUPLET
You are the apple of the eyes of life,
And the tonguing echo of its voice.
You sustain life’s glorious being,
And indeed, I’m your dynamic twin:-
We can handle this little thing called strife:
Always navigating to make the best choice.
With us, joy and awareness are felt and seen:
In life, love and divine wisdom will always win.
Imagine if we were to be a sage quadruplet:
Adding peace and unity to this flowing couplet:-
Oh well, you know me, and I know you;
Thus, in this little pen, this is all I need to do:-
In secret, a tale unfolds
A family bound by tradition's hold
Love and loyalty, a complex test
A story of power, of family nest
A mother's stress, a daughter's fate
A union formed, a future great
Twins born, a legacy to share
A family's rise, with wealth to spare
Businesses boom, a new path's laid
For young ones growing, with futures displayed
Their story's told, in verse and line
A testament to family ties divine
Through trials and strife, they find their way
Through every step, a new day
Their bond is strong, their hearts aflame
A family's love, that knows no shame
Their legacy grows, as they take the stage
A new generation, with a story to engage
Their family's history, a tale so grand
A story woven, hand in hand
Travellers: The Singer - Poet
In secret, a tale unfolds
A family bound by tradition's hold
Love and loyalty, a complex test
A story of power, of family nest
A mother's stress, a daughter's fate
A union formed, a future great
Twins born, a legacy to share
A family's rise, with wealth to spare
Businesses boom, a new path's laid
For young ones growing, with futures displayed
Their story's told, in verse and line
A testament to family ties divine
Through trials and strife, they find their way
Through every step, a new day
Their bond is strong, their hearts aflame
A family's love, that knows no shame
Their legacy grows, as they take the stage
A new generation, with a story to engage
Their family's history, a tale so grand
A story woven, hand in hand
Travellers: The Singer - Poet
In secret, a tale unfolds
A family bound by tradition's hold
Love and loyalty, a complex test
A story of power, of family nest
A mother's stress, a daughter's fate
A union formed, a future great
Twins born, a legacy to share
A family's rise, with wealth to spare
Businesses boom, a new path's laid
For young ones growing, with futures displayed
Their story's told, in verse and line
A testament to family ties divine
Through trials and strife, they find their way
Through every step, a new day
Their bond is strong, their hearts aflame
A family's love, that knows no shame
Their legacy grows, as they take the stage
A new generation, with a story to engage
Their family's history, a tale so grand
A story woven, hand in hand
Travellers: The Singer - Poet
Colours Woven In The Wild
Up in the mountains, our place so warm,
Pine trees standing guard against the chill of the night,
We'd wake to the mist, safe from any storm,
Your hand in mine, chasing the first morning light.
Down by the sea, at your wave kissed door,
Salt on our lips, barefoot on golden sand,
We'd chase the horizon, hearts wanting more,
Your laugh like the tide, pulling me to your land.
Twin outfits gleaming, in blues or in greens,
Matching our steps, like shadows in play,
We'd twirl in the sun, lost in joyful scenes,
Two halves of a whole, in the bright of the day.
Your flat white with almond, creamy and sweet,
My espresso double, strong as my need,
Sipped side by side, where our worlds would meet,
In those quiet moments, planting loves seed.
Now mountains feel empty, the sea sings alone,
No twin by my side, no colors to share.
I miss how we blended, how our spirits had grown,
Come back to these places, lets breathe that rare air.
Though distance may pull us, our bond holds the key,
In memories glow, youre forever with me.
@----->-----
"I saw twins on Earth,
Who are twins in the real sense:
The brother called Religion,
And the sister called Politics."
The toddlers were twins
a troublesome twosome
and to them all veggies
looked quite gruesome
when it came to greens
as youngsters go
one fussy the other picky
they really didn't want to know
but urging them to eat their veg
their parents took the stance
with
all we are saying
is
'Give peas a chance!'
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