Poems for and About Brothers Seeking Friendly Advice
#brother
oskar
Poem Published
6th Jun 2023 7:08am
6th Jun 2023 7:08am
my auntie
My Auntie
When he entered his aunt’s basement flat
I had been in the yard when she called me in
she squatted over a bucket of water, cleaning her fanny
I handed her a towel and a bottle of spray cologne
My aunt was not like other aunts took no interest
In knitting woolly socks for African children
She was a free spirit and loved men, but she preferred
Teutonic men and disliked the Latin types, except once
When we children brought home a black cook from
A banana ship; he spent two nights in her bed but looked
pale when the captain...
When he entered his aunt’s basement flat
I had been in the yard when she called me in
she squatted over a bucket of water, cleaning her fanny
I handed her a towel and a bottle of spray cologne
My aunt was not like other aunts took no interest
In knitting woolly socks for African children
She was a free spirit and loved men, but she preferred
Teutonic men and disliked the Latin types, except once
When we children brought home a black cook from
A banana ship; he spent two nights in her bed but looked
pale when the captain...
#brother
#sister
#childhood
#family
#daughter
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oskar
Poem Published
23rd May 2023 11:55pm
23rd May 2023 11:55pm
the mouse
The mouse
My wife was opening the door to the verandah
when she spotted a mouse and fled to the kitchen
and shouted, “Kill it, kill it!”
I picked up the small animal hiding under a dry leaf
that had yet to be blown away, careful not to be bitten
soon the mouse relaxed in the palm of my hand.
I marvelled about this tiny thing; how did it get on
the seventh floor must have been climbing up at night
got lost or tired and rested on our terrace
There was no way I was going to kill it if there had
been hundreds of them on the terrace, I...
My wife was opening the door to the verandah
when she spotted a mouse and fled to the kitchen
and shouted, “Kill it, kill it!”
I picked up the small animal hiding under a dry leaf
that had yet to be blown away, careful not to be bitten
soon the mouse relaxed in the palm of my hand.
I marvelled about this tiny thing; how did it get on
the seventh floor must have been climbing up at night
got lost or tired and rested on our terrace
There was no way I was going to kill it if there had
been hundreds of them on the terrace, I...
#mother
#brother
#sister
#memories
#separation
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
28th Apr 2023 9:48pm
28th Apr 2023 9:48pm
Grandpa Blues for Grandma & Me
Grandpa Blues for Grandma & Me
Deserted gas station
In pitch black cloak
Of an African American gentleman
Ambling down the street
Our guardian seraph
On this blue avenue
Where parishioners of the church congregate
And a New Jerusalem waits
The man ushers us down the aisle
What is your name I ask?
“Richard, too many people know me
Where I died in Paris
But here hardly anyone knows me.
I prefer the anonymity of my hometown.”
And the memory of a lonely sign
By the bluffs that honors the Native Son ...
Deserted gas station
In pitch black cloak
Of an African American gentleman
Ambling down the street
Our guardian seraph
On this blue avenue
Where parishioners of the church congregate
And a New Jerusalem waits
The man ushers us down the aisle
What is your name I ask?
“Richard, too many people know me
Where I died in Paris
But here hardly anyone knows me.
I prefer the anonymity of my hometown.”
And the memory of a lonely sign
By the bluffs that honors the Native Son ...
#love
#father
#brother
#Africa
#spiritual
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oskar
Poem Published
6th Mar 2023 10:47am
6th Mar 2023 10:47am
oh, father, dear father
Oh, Father Dear!
When my children were small, I played with them, I was
a good father carried them on my shoulders, but when
they became teenagers and truculent I lost all interest in
their silly arguments paid for their education and went
abroad to live in our second home in Spain.
My children never write or ring, their mother, who didn’t
come to live with me, says it is because I had forsaken
them. I paid for their university and used my influence to get
their well-paid jobs, yet they feel I should have done more
I think they should be...
When my children were small, I played with them, I was
a good father carried them on my shoulders, but when
they became teenagers and truculent I lost all interest in
their silly arguments paid for their education and went
abroad to live in our second home in Spain.
My children never write or ring, their mother, who didn’t
come to live with me, says it is because I had forsaken
them. I paid for their university and used my influence to get
their well-paid jobs, yet they feel I should have done more
I think they should be...
#brother
#sister
#parent
#memories
#separation
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oskar
Poem Published
5th Mar 2023 11:05am
5th Mar 2023 11:05am
pizzini snd Broremann
Pizzini and Broremann
He used to carry a tiny notebook fitted for his pocket
writing down what he saw on his daily walks in the woods
and also writing rare words in newspapers when sat
in the café by the lake.
Leaves on trees, green grass fledglings trying to fly
many had success others drowned in tiny rainwater pools
life has the habit of crushing us; when we do our best
to be loyal to family and friends.
He once had a sister, generous and kind, who called him
Broremann (little man) because he was a serious child
living in a...
He used to carry a tiny notebook fitted for his pocket
writing down what he saw on his daily walks in the woods
and also writing rare words in newspapers when sat
in the café by the lake.
Leaves on trees, green grass fledglings trying to fly
many had success others drowned in tiny rainwater pools
life has the habit of crushing us; when we do our best
to be loyal to family and friends.
He once had a sister, generous and kind, who called him
Broremann (little man) because he was a serious child
living in a...
#brother
#children
#childhood
#family
#daughter
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oskar
Poem Published
24th Feb 2023 11:29am
24th Feb 2023 11:29am
washboard waltz
Washboard Waltz
Is a washboard musical when scrubbing socks on its metal ribbons?
The woman in the basement was not aware of anything other
than the soap suds, steamed-up windows and the sense of hopelessness
when working on a Saturday, a day of rest from the factory floor.
Other women, too, did laundry day, gave her a feeling of pride
to see her washing on the line was cleaner than theirs.
She sat by the window in the kitchen, keeping an eye on the washing
smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee from a mug with her name
and wondered if...
Is a washboard musical when scrubbing socks on its metal ribbons?
The woman in the basement was not aware of anything other
than the soap suds, steamed-up windows and the sense of hopelessness
when working on a Saturday, a day of rest from the factory floor.
Other women, too, did laundry day, gave her a feeling of pride
to see her washing on the line was cleaner than theirs.
She sat by the window in the kitchen, keeping an eye on the washing
smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee from a mug with her name
and wondered if...
#brother
#childhood
#family #daughter
#family #daughter
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oskar
Poem Published
16th Feb 2023 5:29pm
16th Feb 2023 5:29pm
a cabin in the woods
A cabin in the woods
In the flatland near the north-westerly coast where the wind blows hard
and is often rainy and cold; my great-grandparents planted many trees
that eventually became a forest, not a big forest, but enough to give
ease against the wind that sometimes blew roofs off barns and houses.
The perennials took root, although those near the sea were warped
Inside the woods, wild animals thrived, foxes, rabbits and many birds
A cabin was built to observe flora and fauna, and it was to a cabin
like this, my brother moved in an attempt to...
In the flatland near the north-westerly coast where the wind blows hard
and is often rainy and cold; my great-grandparents planted many trees
that eventually became a forest, not a big forest, but enough to give
ease against the wind that sometimes blew roofs off barns and houses.
The perennials took root, although those near the sea were warped
Inside the woods, wild animals thrived, foxes, rabbits and many birds
A cabin was built to observe flora and fauna, and it was to a cabin
like this, my brother moved in an attempt to...
#brother
#children
#childhood
#family
#separation
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oskar
Poem Published
11th Feb 2023 10:20am
11th Feb 2023 10:20am
morning with snow
Morning with snow
It had been a cold, clear night, moonlight on icy soil
towards dawn, it clouded over, snow fell soundlessly
shielded the glittering glass of broken windows
In the backyard made the ugly look eerily lovely
Worried about his wife, went into her bedroom, they
had long since shared a bed, she was asleep tired out
she had been hanging up family photos of the past.
She had asked him if she had changed much, referring
to a coloured picture, on the mantlepiece, of herself
as young, not much, darling, he gave her a hug; at...
It had been a cold, clear night, moonlight on icy soil
towards dawn, it clouded over, snow fell soundlessly
shielded the glittering glass of broken windows
In the backyard made the ugly look eerily lovely
Worried about his wife, went into her bedroom, they
had long since shared a bed, she was asleep tired out
she had been hanging up family photos of the past.
She had asked him if she had changed much, referring
to a coloured picture, on the mantlepiece, of herself
as young, not much, darling, he gave her a hug; at...
#brother
#children
#childhood
#family
#daughter
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oskar
Poem Published
12th Dec 2022 9:27am
12th Dec 2022 9:27am
a new house
a new house
I saw a photo from a long time, so long it doesn’t matter when
the photo was taken; by a couple still youngish with four children
of school age outside a newly constructed house
The year was 1909. looked straight at the camera as was
the norm back then, they had the Sunday’s best on
The family was not prosperous but exuded repose of moving
into their own home.
The father looked like having a secure job, perhaps in a bank
or working for a railway company, the new-middle class
that with limited education, could do well and...
I saw a photo from a long time, so long it doesn’t matter when
the photo was taken; by a couple still youngish with four children
of school age outside a newly constructed house
The year was 1909. looked straight at the camera as was
the norm back then, they had the Sunday’s best on
The family was not prosperous but exuded repose of moving
into their own home.
The father looked like having a secure job, perhaps in a bank
or working for a railway company, the new-middle class
that with limited education, could do well and...
#brother
#children
#childhood
#family
#daughter
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
26th Oct 2022 6:31am
26th Oct 2022 6:31am
Tender Hands of the Seventh Sister
Tender Hands of the Seventh Sister
She toys with his zipper like a kitten and a ball of yarn.
“This is my seventh time as your sister. We got a break during
the roaring twenties. But here I am back as your doting sister whose every
lipstick mark is suspect.”
“Our rebirth has not dampened your fascination with my inseam.”
She laughs. “Get out of those pants you joker.”
“You know when I am in a bull market.”
“I can tell when a man’s Nasdaq is on the rise by the look on his face.”
“How is the discreet male...
She toys with his zipper like a kitten and a ball of yarn.
“This is my seventh time as your sister. We got a break during
the roaring twenties. But here I am back as your doting sister whose every
lipstick mark is suspect.”
“Our rebirth has not dampened your fascination with my inseam.”
She laughs. “Get out of those pants you joker.”
“You know when I am in a bull market.”
“I can tell when a man’s Nasdaq is on the rise by the look on his face.”
“How is the discreet male...
#lust
#brother
#sister
#erotic
#sensual
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
6th Oct 2022 2:13am
6th Oct 2022 2:13am
Sister Venus’ Tantric Aloe
Sister Venus’ Tantric Aloe
One night John’s sister tells him,
“I’m concerned about your sleep patterns.
I hear your bed creaking like a trampoline
in need of grease at three in the morning.
This isn’t a normal sister and brother discussion
But Papa fell in love with foreign commerce.
And Mom is a teetotaler who only talks Jesus
So it is up to me to give you sex education
It is in incumbent upon me to tell you
to stop muh muhing your mosher at midnight.”
“What are you talking about Sis?”
“Do I have...
One night John’s sister tells him,
“I’m concerned about your sleep patterns.
I hear your bed creaking like a trampoline
in need of grease at three in the morning.
This isn’t a normal sister and brother discussion
But Papa fell in love with foreign commerce.
And Mom is a teetotaler who only talks Jesus
So it is up to me to give you sex education
It is in incumbent upon me to tell you
to stop muh muhing your mosher at midnight.”
“What are you talking about Sis?”
“Do I have...
#brother
#sister
#erotic
#sensual
#seductive
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oskar
Poem Published
30th Sep 2022 8:42am
30th Sep 2022 8:42am
when love is not enough
When love is not enough
The bird of love sits in a gilded cage, sometimes
it gets out and flies in search of mischief.
Anton, a young student from a middle-class family
sat in a crowded café drinking a beer, when Maria
entered, she had a coffee since the café was full
Anton beckoned for her to sit with him at his table.
Love is cruelly struck!
In infatuation, they had met by chance and nothing
about them made sense, Anton was well educated
Maria could struggle through the headlines
of the local newspaper, but she was of a generous ...
The bird of love sits in a gilded cage, sometimes
it gets out and flies in search of mischief.
Anton, a young student from a middle-class family
sat in a crowded café drinking a beer, when Maria
entered, she had a coffee since the café was full
Anton beckoned for her to sit with him at his table.
Love is cruelly struck!
In infatuation, they had met by chance and nothing
about them made sense, Anton was well educated
Maria could struggle through the headlines
of the local newspaper, but she was of a generous ...
#mother
#father
#brother
#memories
#separation
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DU Poetry : Poems for and About Brothers Seeking Friendly Advice
