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DESCRIBE A RELATIVE ( or family members)

poet Anonymous

Poetry Contest

WRITE A POEM ABOUT A RELATIVE / singular or plural
Describe, in a poem, a family member who inspires you because they are good, bad, quirky, horrible, saintly, obnoxious, pretty, ugly, courteous, uncouth..........whatever.

The description of family is different in different cultures.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Family

Kinship is a term with various meanings depending upon the context. This article reflects the long-standing use of the term in anthropology, which is usually considered to refer to the web of social relationships that form an important part of the lives of most humans in most societies, although its exact meanings even within this discipline are often debated.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kinship

- 3 poems maximum
- old or new poems are ok
- any genre of poetry
- any length
- humour can be used
- NOTE that family and kinship are defined differently
in different cultures....

Thank you for participating!

violet
violet
Vi
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The trouble with knowing...



 
I wonder what she's thinking  
whilst she pretends to watch T.V  
 
She's sat on that same spot    
on the same sofa for more years  
than I care to remember  
Gradually not caring about  
the seven long hairs that grow    
from her chin or the stains    
all over her clothing from  
last weeks dinner  
 
She sips her cider  
 
I watch  
 
She sips  
 
I ask: "where is he?"  
 
"He's in bed." She answers,  
not removing her eyes from  
the commercials.  
"Pour me another, will you?  
and open the window"  
 
She is almost robotic.  
 
I can see past the piss stained  
mess that has become her  
well enough to know she  
is scared as hell.  
 
I open the window    
The breeze bounces past my cheeks  
 
"He can't open the windows  
anymore" she whispered-
"He can't do anything"

MaggieG
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An Equation with James


The doctor said to me
around this table of "We"

"He will never see himself
as connected to this World.
He will only see the World
as connected to him."

"Are you ready to fill out your papers
for Kindergarten Bub?"

"Why Mama?"

he asks
directing his question
to a direction
I can not follow.

"Because Bub
it's one of those necessities
Life trains us to do."

"Ok Mama, if you want to."

"What's your name?"

(closer baby, closer)

He passes over my silly attempt
to pin him down

to grasp
some new version
of algebraic solving
that leaves me feeling dense.

"James, Mama"

"How old are you ?"

I ask
as I run my fingers
through his trigged up hair
quickly...
Because I know that's all
I can reach for at the moment.

(closer baby closer )

"I will be five soon Mama
in exactly one month, two weeks, four days."
I know the minutes too."

he says less scientifically
smacking my back
his tabled three times
with a pudgy baby hand
because he believes I understand
his mathematical approach.

(closer baby closer)

"I know you do Son."

"What Race are you James ?"

"What a illogical question Mama!"

He finally looks into my eyes
a finger purposely pointed

(closer baby closer)

before dashing away again.

"I'm human.
I'm the human race."

"Yes Darlin."
I whisper to myself.

"Sometimes I wish you were."

To imagine fair, and fine
where neither bruise, nor abrasion
shall cede these words " I can."
When in this soul of mine
I rise to the equation
of simply being, human.



Mystic_Dreamer
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Chels
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Family Get Together

I remember when we would put up the big tents
 Bring out the tables    Buss out the grines
   Gas lanterns hanging from tent bungies

Surrounded by family and friends
 "Hui unko"
   "Eh boy come come, go eat, inu" papa would say

Hear the nalu crash against the a'a rocks
 Feel the spray of the ehukai   The sway of the coconut trees

Bells ring   Rachet
 Watch as head lights scramble for the catch
   Ulua on the line    Clean um    Sashimi

Inu flows free
 We're having a good time    Relaxing

Buss out the instruments
 Uke, guitar, pakini bass, spoons
   Kanikapila till the sun comes up

Surrounded by safety and love
 Listening to the music and laughter    Conversation mixing with the clink of bottles
   I drift away to dream land

Tomorrow we'll wake up and start again.

Kou_Indigo
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Kara Lucielle Pythiana
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Sadly, tonight I am at odds with a family member so I must refrain from writing anything about family or relatives at present. Since, as they say, if one has nothing good to say about someone it is sometimes best not to say anything at all. Suffice it to say, it is hard dealing with someone who is prejudiced against you, yet who lives under the same roof as you on a daily basis. Yet I am dealing with such prejudice directed against me all the time! Sad, but true. Family can either be very pleasant and good, or straight from the pits of whatever godawful abyss true evil can emerge from.

I mean, wow, this person even fought with me on Christmas Eve!
How low can you get?

Mystic_Dreamer
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Chels
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Sister

My confidant
Keeper of secrets
True friend
Sister from a different miss and mister
First cousin

My Jenna-Rose

You who knows me better than both my parents put together
You who are so much younger than myself
Yet still
So easy to divulge all to

What darkness and light do you keep hidden in the recesses of your
Beautiful mind
What stories and memories of mine do you have of which
I have long since
Forgotten

Thousands of miles apart
And still
You are one of the
First
And one of the
Few
Who know basically everything...
Does it ever burden you
To know what you do of my
Life
Do you ever feel the need to confide my secrets in
Another

Or

Will you guard them always?

Whitewand6
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India
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 frankenstein
           
 

my old man  
lost his other son a couple of years back  
did not see that coming not even on the previous evening    
'course was never a fighter rather always was the softie    
the lone child who gets intimidated and goes into    
hiding inside himself bumping into people  
dropping and forgetting things muttering    
 
it altered him from inside outside  
his face lost its colour his neck showed more by the day  
popped pills all day blue white orange cap pop gulp changed sides    
watched the telly switching channels drugged dour bearing his loss    
on his chest like a dead cat he had killed in the dense wild  
his misery grew like wildfire stuck to him grabbed him and    
he let it  
 
submission is the easier route i know they say  
 
sleepwalked overate underate    
looked gaunt uncouth forgot his meds  
and worse his clothes walking butt naked  a few times mostly at night talking to himself  
i did not watch him for more than the entire time loved that drama loved him in those moments  
we were quite alike brilliant it was i found yes i was a fucking copy of him  just a rotten version    
one who won't show or give in to anything    
an ugly fucker unlike him  
 
did it change anything  
yes most definitely it did change it all the whole thing cos' post the realization    
the hatred grew and got the very better of me until eventually there were a few wars of words  
charged towards him a few times when he said things any man can't or wont take  
he saw the rage and backed off grew limp sad distant weak until the moment    
i took one glance and wanted to kill either one of us  
 
that night i emptied his entire bottle into an empty stomach and shut the door    
waiting for whatever was in store for me breathing fire sweating oceans  
for hours rode the high a crazy beautiful scary high saw stuff    
survived a twenty feet fall woke up walked back home    
got dressed packed my bags and left    
 
knowing that he was good in a way    
exactly in a place where he should have been  
a man's gotta give after all    
 
man's got to be sad and feel alone and flash it to the world  
that's his right straight from the moment he gets yanked out wailing    
aint that what all of us do every fucking day of our lives  
so i let him be cos' misery's a pricey private affair  
so long pops to each his own  
 
   





poet Anonymous

Loud cackling laughs heard from miles away,
Here enters the witch,
With the love of sarcasm,
We all sit at the table,
As she's screaming at her daughter,
To show us how well she can play piano,
Her daughter, 21, is almost in tears,
I think her mother had way too much wine...


Whitewand6
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dark side of the zoon

 
well my    
parents    
they were    
pious righteous    
expected the best    
 
the day i was born    
there was gold and silver    
and a couple thousand guests    
jupiter and mercury were equidistant    
from sun and there was also something else    
probably rare planetary symmetry in two sections    
 
it was the best surgeon in town who had performed    
the caesarean in one of the better hospitals in there    
there was a bit of fireworks loads of sweets and gifts    
about a few hundred had flocked in towards ward B then    
for a mere glimpse of the newborn and none of them in    
anyway were disappointed or so i heard later in my life    
 
some said jiddu's reborn as rest gasped at the luminescence    
white as star thus i was named the divine light in stoic    
accordance to the several astrologers priests seers    
only to be called different as folks did not want    
too much unwanted attention for their firstborn    
though unconsciously paving the way otherwise    
at every step everyday in my life and so it    
happened much to their surprise adding to    
the overall drama of our mundane lives    
 
now a little over two decades later    
all of them try hard to gnaw out of    
the self induced collective darkness      
having popped their pills and done    
their drills half naked miserable    
so that they can get blinded    
by the white light of reality    
once they crawl out of old    
newspapers photographs    
dogeared books whatnot    
 
but they wont do that    
cause i await them    
at the very start    
of the tunnel    
 
how hard it    
could be    
afterall    
to even    
admit      
that    
you    
are    
wr
on
g
.



   

poet Anonymous

Kou_Indigo said:Sadly, tonight I am at odds with a family member so I must refrain from writing anything about family or relatives at present. Since, as they say, if one has nothing good to say about someone it is sometimes best not to say anything at all. Suffice it to say, it is hard dealing with someone who is prejudiced against you, yet who lives under the same roof as you on a daily basis. Yet I am dealing with such prejudice directed against me all the time! Sad, but true. Family can either be very pleasant and good, or straight from the pits of whatever godawful abyss true evil can emerge from.

I mean, wow, this person even fought with me on Christmas Eve!
How low can you get?


YOU ARE NOT ALONE!
Dysfunctional families exist everywhere.....
As to how low can you go..........very.....
even from people who consider themselves "religious"
You think they would know TOLERANCE....
They DON'T
Dec 25 will go away....
and then pick on someone else's relatives
if you cannot do your own...........
Kitty
been there, done that

misscellany
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oh brother- you might not remember
or choose to recall

when i stopped you jumping out the window.
i stopped you with logic.
i pointed out that the garage would break your fall.

oh brother
you threw a knife at my neck
but your aim has always been

oh brother.
you buy sweets with your money
and have no job.
soon you will be twenty
my little brother two years plus mine as old as me.

secretly, you are amazing.
so hiddenly you are beautiful and better
than any of us others.

the day you become unafraid of everything
the sun will burst
and it will not knock you down.


no-end-to-eldorado
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Stuck in your own little world,
There is nothing outside.
Studies, money and love,
Have captured your heart.

Got the blinders on,
In order to thrive.
Got the blinders on,
In order to survive.

And I hope someday you’ll work it through,
And I hope someday you’ll find the real you,
Instead of all this fighting,
Fighting to get to where you want to be.

And I admire what you are doing,
Even if I don’t agree.
And I know I wouldn’t be able,
To keep up with the way you are growing.

So I’ll give you the time you need,
Because I love you.
But I wish you could give me the same grace,
Because where you are now is not where you will be forever.

DylanThomasPirateM
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How many good bits of advice have I turned a deaf ear to,
Because I was too hung up on trivial things?
Mr. Haughlahan was wise, it seems,
Looking back.
Kind too.
He'd rake the leaves
In front of our apartment and his small house.
All of them, though most came from the trees in front of the tower.
He'd chastise us for our bubblegum cigarettes,
Got pretty upset when I shot up his shed with a BB gun.
Not too much so, though.
He really was an asset,
But, a scrawny man with unsightly nose hair.
I guess most people's words have passed over my head,
I was just too distracted at the time.

-DyMc

Grace
Grace
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[b]Sister dearest
[/b]
Behind the moon in the twilight sky
Hiding the bright ray of early dawn
Glows of ember in her dear heart stay
Sniping hopes off before they are born
The sarcasm drips
To fill by gallons
Before the day says it’s dead and gone

Eyes that taunt yet they do haunt
The hearts of men be they young or old
Lost many hearts to her lovelorn
so-called heart rending poems
used them all and left them too
my love was trapped in her web  
one day here tomorrow gone

Fade her beauty, not her wiles
Fade her allure, not her wit
To rub up or rub on
As long as they belong to others
The thrill to see the hurts
The pleasure to see the falling tears
She thrives on sorrow

Love her hate her
It does not matter
She forgot her passions
Somewhere long ago
When a man she loved
Went for another
Prettier than her

She lives on still
Bathed in bitterness
As she steals
What belongs to others

johnrot
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misscellany said:oh brother- you might not remember
or choose to recall

when i stopped you jumping out the window.
i stopped you with logic.
i pointed out that the garage would break your fall.

oh brother
you threw a knife at my neck
but your aim has always been

oh brother.
you buy sweets with your money
and have no job.
soon you will be twenty
my little brother two years plus mine as old as me.

secretly, you are amazing.
so hiddenly you are beautiful and better
than any of us others.

the day you become unafraid of everything
the sun will burst
and it will not knock you down.




wow that's fn awesome.....is there a way i can transfer that to my reading list from this thread? anyone?

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