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Vivian Nov 2017
I love my younger siblings lots:
having one sister and one brother.
We keep ourselves in our thoughts,
because we cherish one another!

Tammy is my sister's name,
while my brother is then Tim.
I love keeping our pics in frame(s):
both sibs look great to me, so slim!

We're chatting online so much:
keeping each other up, of course.
Usually loving to keep in touch,
together, we're kept: a strong force!

On holidays, we stay back at home:
to play games and take tons of pics.
We're all kept together in good zone;
our hearts are all definitely so fixed!
This poem is about my two siblings, while in ABAB form and has 100 words  as  my other works do too.
John Kuriakose Dec 2013
A Merry Christmas, yet another, to all my   siblings on the Earth!
A reminder, a lesson, all over, yet again, on how to live in love!

The Commandments we heard, and heard, but never heeded;
But asked: To love! How’s that? Never to ****! How…how is that?

To pray! How is that? Oh God I’m puzzled, baffled, confounded!
Then He said: let the one who is sinless throw her the first stone!

Still we threw stones and fornicated, envied, then betrayed Him;
And again said: we are confused, teach us everything, A to Z!

Then He Himself came: in all humility, to love and to be hated;
To give never to be returned, and to trust only to be betrayed;

Then taught, how to honour the Father to be honoured by Him;
And then, at last, the lesson ultimate: how to die to be reborn!

Lo! Stars! Cribs! Carols! All reminders on how to live and love!
And to wish again, and yet again, A HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!
NeroameeAlucard Oct 2015
Some days I wish
That I was the only seed wrought by my parents
Honestly I wonder what it would be like
To not have my older sibs

To not have to be compared to my older brothers,
Or not to be messed with and harassed at times by my sister.

I'd probably have that pair of roller skates that I'm after
I had to get at least I've joke out, forgive me master!

Somedays I wish I could take control of my life like the Sims
And see what it'd be like without my sibs
To Mis Hermanos:

I had a good day
ate some bird
wished i's with y'all
hugging sibs and rocking out
and drinking till we fall

but i am here
y'all were there
this distance gets me all frustrated
and getting tips all on my own is
highly overrated
(c)2010 CJG
Justine Kiss Sep 2016
Him
I wanted to break laws in my dreams,
And die while chasing the thief of my weeds

Drive around the world in my 1980's truck
While generating countless badass maps

I don't give a **** to falling in love
If they want me, then I'll want them back,
If they don't, I might as well give up

Still, marrying someone is a possibility
Crazy, *****, smart and funny,
now she's for me!

But even without an other, I feel rad
With all the awesome pals and sibs I have
Plus a hockey game that is so sick
And some Andrew Jackson on my playlist

I know there's no perfect life,
but I'm really glad with what I got.
Why is it every time you live somewhere it feels like your not wanted. Even with your parents or parent you feel like your not wanted. Even if you try your best to make everyone happy and accept you still dont feel wanted. I guess when you let go of people that do hurt you you feel even lonlier because u dont have them hurting alot.Its like an empty space in your life which i guess would be good because its not any pain but your so use to it it feels like your missing a big piece in your life.Because your so use to taking the blame and dealing with the hurt. You want it back so you dont feel lonly but you dont want it back because it is nice not having everything be blamed on you even if you didnt do it. Guess what i really am missing is church god in mylife and feeling is love and appearence in mylife. Knowing that he is with me each and every step of the way. Knowing and feeling the love and appearence of him. I need christian friends people that can show me a good path and how to be in control of mylife. To show me how to guide my siblings the way my mom wants to guide them. Show my siblings that i can be obediant with them and my parents. Not to yell or stomp my feet when i get mad or fusterasted. Not to get annoyed when my littles sibs say something over and over to acknowledge them calmly and not yell. To be able to give them adivce and love them when they want to be loved. I want that for them because I never had it so I am going to try and be calm with them and be nicer to them. I want them to be able to be close to them and love them unconditionally.  Even when they tell my parents about every little thing i have to deal with it and know they are doing because they care. I didnt know how much caring would be so hard to except even when it doesnt annoy you. I know deep down in my heart i love it and i am smiling trying to hide it because i love it . Even if it is something that i love i still like it in the end. But it still ***** that its gone. end the end i know its because they love me. They wouldnt of taken me in if they didnt.
A grandmas patience for three long years
No help from loved ones brought many fears
Kids happiness and well being, all mine
Unconditional love, caring and time

Hugs, fun, play and loving eachother
Working hard as father and mother
So many families in this sad trend
Addiction, neglect....the child can't fend

Made impossible decision to adopt
My age, mental illness....I had to stop
Heart break and tears through the long process
Patience with workers, under such stress
Took four long months to live with myself
Guilt, rage, hatred...counseling to help

Found a perfect family for the kids
A great mother and dad plus two new sibs
The transition was excruciating
Watching my angels change, while relating

After a short time, they made the move
Patience with grieving, never knowing what mood
The children are with the new family now
It's been five months, I've survived it somehow
Skype, drawings, video...pictures galore
My daily waiting, they're not mine anymore
Francie Lynch Aug 2014
I wear your likeness
Like a scapular
Around my neck.
Your mannerisms
Complete my mosaic.

From behind, we look
Like Jews' harps
Standing with
Hands hanging by
Thumbs in  pants pockets.
These familiar traits
Trickle down and sprout
Anew,
Like Granda, I hear.

Seeing you, one would think
Great thoughts fill your head,
As you stare
At the ***** garden.

My sibs **** their heads
And tsk too,  running
Their hands from front
To back
Through thick black hair.
I recoil at the drops of sweat
Falling from the tips of their
Noses.

Sarcasm drips like venom
From your words.
The cost of a glass of water,
Or a phone call,
Always
Had my friends laugh,
Nervously.
They never knew how
To take you.
I was surprised
By your grudging
Facade when help
Was asked.

I enjoyed your silence.
Even now,
As entropy
Has its way
With my garden.
Francie Lynch Jul 2015
Well outside my circle,
Beyond my paltry reach
Of influence,
Nasty, spinsterly, unforgiveables
Happen.
Across from The Farmer's Market,
Just two days ago,
Two young males were...
You've no doubt read it.
Before that, a young teacher
Was kidnapped, stabbed and lit,
(can't believe I just wrote that)
Well, she was ******* lit... burned...

Who can live like this?

Then, I remember Tom's mother
Who invited me on family picnics;
And Crazy Jack,
Who put the chain on my rear sprocket;
The Squires who actually cleaned-up the yard
For the Downie sisters.

The befriendings in neighborhoods.

Mrs. Tethercott, probably the oldest woman
To ever live on a street, once handed me
A hard red candy through the green pickets.
Just me. The sibs never saw it going or coming.
An especially special treat that has stuck with me
For decades after her death.

But the Mayor arriving in full Santa regalia
On the trunk of a sleigh-red car,
With burlap bag slung heavily.
What a first memory of Christmas.
Daddy burned his leg
With diesel oil
On the job site,
Far away, in Kapuskasing,
During our first winter
In Canada.
Did the Downie Spinsters make the call?
What unknown friends reached out
Beyond their circles.
Who aspires to such a height?
I can't let it stop me.
For now,
I carry a hard candy
For just such occasions.
Francie Lynch Jun 2015
Punch was born the ideal child,
Blonde, blue-eyed, average size,
An average brain,
And a touch of the wild.
He had sibs, young and old,
He grew bold,
He was told
But never quite fit in.

Sports talk from the bench,
Smoke, drink and wayward ***
Had Punch desirious
Of what came next.
His family asked:
Why does he carry on so?
Success came easy
As his bronze tan,
Driving red hot rods,
With a blonde or two,
They were all the same.
Punch was liked
When he was tame.
How does he carry on so?
How can he carry on?
His golden hair has set now,
His blue eyes yet hard cold.
Now they call him
Paunch not Punch,
(but never to his face,
we give our Punch a break)
As gravity took its hold.
And Punch still carries on.
How he carries on.
Bill murray Feb 2016
The feds take my sibs land
The feds take the rural land
The feds steal it right under your nose
You get played, you don't even know.
The feds **** the livestock and cattle
The ranchers are planters being slaughtered in battle.
The FBI murders and ****'s my family
The coastlines are barren
Birds fall out of the sky,
Experiment from the administration's control testing.
Property is disappearing
From right under your nose
Better wake up
You'll be the next host.
The FBI is taking my farmhand's good's
The CIA deals green leaf
And ****** mud.
They tell us their helping
They tell us its good.
Would of could of
Do something for good!
Do something now
American public,
We have run out of time
We're broke on the budget.
Take to the flag
By which you once stood.
Take to the grab
Of gun supplies, go to the
Woods.
Take back your homes
Be the knights of your day
Persecution's started
It's not far from your gaze.
Do something now
American kid
Your grandpa was probably once a farmer
And you'll be next on the feds list.
A need to know of what's happening to the farmers lands, ranchers land. AMERICAS land. Not only farmers youngins, the country. Our land is being destroyed by experiment testing as I and the west coast know


Need to know: the Clinton's have made a deal with the Russians and Mr Putin to buy American uranium from our landscape. You may check that little bitty up on the Google!

Innocent rancher out in Oregon was murdered in cold blood and while being shot in his back by a fed FBI agent, the mainstream seemed to have cover that up, yet video details online tell the story

Birds are falling out of sky with other animals washing up dead!
Not the weather folks,

Article from geoenginneringwatch.com

The U.S. government routinely conducts experiments on weather modification, and has been doing so for at least half a century. Previously classified under such names as “Project Cirrus” (1947) and “Project Popeye” (1966), weather modification is no longer a secret practice. In fact, a bill (S517) was sponsored in 2005 by Texas Sen. Kay Bailey Hutchinson, a Republican, “to establish the Weather Modification Operations and Research Board, and for other purposes.” This bill did not become law. Yet, there is reason to believe that various government institutions are carrying out numerous legal and illegal weather experiments without informing the public!

Note; yes this still happens, worldwide not only my great American country. As I've seen two other people speak about this here. The originations are called haarp. Yes a real thing the government openly uses in Alaska and other parts especially California its being used.
Haarp stands for .
High Frequency Active Auroral Research Program.
Originating in gakona alaska founded in 1993:
The High Frequency Active Auroral Research Program (HAARP) was an ionospheric research program jointly funded by the U.S. Air Force, the U.S. Navy, the University of Alaska[clarification needed], and the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency (DARPA),[1] designed and built by BAE Advanced Technologies (BAEAT).
Yes you may check darpa to. Another man-made device to ruin a once great nation. You should ask a question to yourself as an American!
Why does and is this happening? As it all is.
It's called government dominance
Also stating a control mechanism! Every thing an American eats he is told what to eat because someone bigger than them tells then is good. As we shove gmos in our bodies
( gmo) genetically modified organism.. GMOs (or “genetically modified organisms”) are organisms that have been created through the gene-splicing techniques of biotechnology (also called genetic engineering, or GE). We are told what to watch
So we watch it.
emzee Aug 2022
What is it dear?, You look drained. Its you who hold us up all the time. Whats gonna happen if your sibs saw you like this.

Im okay Maa…You do know right ? .You do know that Im not okay, dont you ?.

You do share your happiness with us. Never heard you share your pain. Others may not notice that. I am your mother, son. We do understands our bloods, Better than anyone else.

I know that you know. It’s not like before. I can’t hold it Maa. I feel like Im not the old me anymore. Something is missing💔. I loss what truly Iam. It’s too far to catch up.

You made our unfeasible possible, you made your younger ones think that they need to do better, you showed your father what  family means, you made our pain vanish. Its all you and your traits that hold us,  son. Traits are quite fikle. Retrieve from where you dropped it. It’s Never too far son, Never too far….….

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