Long Poems for and About Brothers
#brother
goldenmyst
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
Roses And Relations Reborn in the Big Easy
Roses And Relations Reborn in the Big Easy
I woo my sister. “If the lover of Prospero’s daughter were not fictional wouldst thou not be his leading lady on the stage called life?”
“Dost thou make oracular airs? Such prophecies are not made in jest,” she says.
“Ah, just a portent of love glimpsed from afar.”
“Given my impeccable femininity attested to by thee wouldst thou let a bitter man’s choice fill thy shoes?”
“Since our womb abode was the same surely to share the same bed would be a blasphemous deed.”
Ro replies, “Yet brothers to sisters are...
I woo my sister. “If the lover of Prospero’s daughter were not fictional wouldst thou not be his leading lady on the stage called life?”
“Dost thou make oracular airs? Such prophecies are not made in jest,” she says.
“Ah, just a portent of love glimpsed from afar.”
“Given my impeccable femininity attested to by thee wouldst thou let a bitter man’s choice fill thy shoes?”
“Since our womb abode was the same surely to share the same bed would be a blasphemous deed.”
Ro replies, “Yet brothers to sisters are...
#brother
#erotic
#sensual
#sister
#WilliamShakespeare
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Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
5th May 2024 9:38pm
5th May 2024 9:38pm
And it’s been a long ass week and I don’t know
It’s been a long week and I don’t know
how to show or where to put all of this
because stoicism
because my words fumble when
when
when I try to speak them into existence
and typing helps me ground the
things that seem to matter that I can’t say
all this rambling is my way of trying to find the way
the route to metaphor
I feel more than i want
and I don’t want to feel any of it
my oldest daughter rang me crying
her decisions have broken the links
between us
she live with feral people
that have...
how to show or where to put all of this
because stoicism
because my words fumble when
when
when I try to speak them into existence
and typing helps me ground the
things that seem to matter that I can’t say
all this rambling is my way of trying to find the way
the route to metaphor
I feel more than i want
and I don’t want to feel any of it
my oldest daughter rang me crying
her decisions have broken the links
between us
she live with feral people
that have...
#brother
#parent
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lorileemack101
Lori
Lori
Poem Published
27th Mar 2024 6:17pm
27th Mar 2024 6:17pm
Thank You
I want to thank you for raising me.
I know you could have pushed me to the side,
And did things like all the other kids did.
I want to thank you for practicing wrestling moves on me.
It taught me how to defend myself.
That's why the streets didn't conquer me.
I want to thank you stepping in and taking moms place,
When I was scared and had nightmares.
You were always there to fight off my demons.
I want to thank you for teaching me,
How to open our hidden Christmas presents,
And wrapping them back up, ...
I know you could have pushed me to the side,
And did things like all the other kids did.
I want to thank you for practicing wrestling moves on me.
It taught me how to defend myself.
That's why the streets didn't conquer me.
I want to thank you stepping in and taking moms place,
When I was scared and had nightmares.
You were always there to fight off my demons.
I want to thank you for teaching me,
How to open our hidden Christmas presents,
And wrapping them back up, ...
#brother
#memories
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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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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
18th Mar 2023 9:04pm
18th Mar 2023 9:04pm
Bumpy
Chapter 1
The Birth
Norman and Marlon had a sister named Claudia. She was their only sister. Claudia gave birth to a baby girl. The baby was born prematurely, and she was such a tiny thing. She weighed about two and a half pounds. The doctors at the hospital had to keep Claudia’s baby in an incubator for a few weeks. Claudia’s family were so happy when she brought home her cute Indian baby.
Norman was the youngest sibling. Although Marlon and his sister could not get along well, he loved his first niece very much. Claudia would put the baby on a pillow to sleep...
The Birth
Norman and Marlon had a sister named Claudia. She was their only sister. Claudia gave birth to a baby girl. The baby was born prematurely, and she was such a tiny thing. She weighed about two and a half pounds. The doctors at the hospital had to keep Claudia’s baby in an incubator for a few weeks. Claudia’s family were so happy when she brought home her cute Indian baby.
Norman was the youngest sibling. Although Marlon and his sister could not get along well, he loved his first niece very much. Claudia would put the baby on a pillow to sleep...
#brother
#sister
#birth
#school
#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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BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
10th Sep 2022 3:39am
10th Sep 2022 3:39am
Pirate Irish Twins
It was always just the two of us
Just you and me, pirates in our dreams
Co- Captains on anything resembling a ship
Eating stolen bread and sweets
Homeless and running around the castle of dreams
Feral brats who fought and cut the world right back
Older sister and little brother always
They'd gimace when calling us irish twins
Cause we're not even a year apart
There's a scar across my nose from your hand
You have a scar on your cheek from mine
I never thought I'd stand here today
Holding the pieces of my soul because of you
We're...
Just you and me, pirates in our dreams
Co- Captains on anything resembling a ship
Eating stolen bread and sweets
Homeless and running around the castle of dreams
Feral brats who fought and cut the world right back
Older sister and little brother always
They'd gimace when calling us irish twins
Cause we're not even a year apart
There's a scar across my nose from your hand
You have a scar on your cheek from mine
I never thought I'd stand here today
Holding the pieces of my soul because of you
We're...
#brother
#sister
#teens
#fate
#despair
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Thesilverymoon
Poem Published
23rd May 2022 11:42am
23rd May 2022 11:42am
Blood brother
It’s you brother
Whom I remember
Those sparkling blue-sky eyes
Blinking softly at me
Wrinkled smile
I can barely see
I lost you then lost myself
In an agitated and endless sorrow
A dead weight of sad, salty confusion
Blind sided by the circumstances of your own demise
Unbeknownst, you drank from the poison chalice
Then followed
A drowsy suffocating death
Not of your choosing
Your feathered blonde lashes, kid
Resting below the clouds that hide your lids
Asleep despite the chaos of our...
Whom I remember
Those sparkling blue-sky eyes
Blinking softly at me
Wrinkled smile
I can barely see
I lost you then lost myself
In an agitated and endless sorrow
A dead weight of sad, salty confusion
Blind sided by the circumstances of your own demise
Unbeknownst, you drank from the poison chalice
Then followed
A drowsy suffocating death
Not of your choosing
Your feathered blonde lashes, kid
Resting below the clouds that hide your lids
Asleep despite the chaos of our...
#grief
#brother
#death #drugs
#death #drugs
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shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
14th Sep 2021 3:38am
14th Sep 2021 3:38am
Timeliness, isn’t my best trait…
I’m always late, and he’s fully cognisant that he’s always waiting. Waiting, for me to tell it like it is when he’s incapable of grasping the truth.
I grabbed a coffee on my way, and I’m well caffeinated but I’ll grab another fresh cup whilst pondering what’s in front of me.
He calls me, and asks why the delay, I sense no agitation just a where the fuck are you now !?
As usual, I’m stuck in traffic, wracking my brain about where to park, before I even arrive whilst pondering the lines in the middle of the road.
...
I grabbed a coffee on my way, and I’m well caffeinated but I’ll grab another fresh cup whilst pondering what’s in front of me.
He calls me, and asks why the delay, I sense no agitation just a where the fuck are you now !?
As usual, I’m stuck in traffic, wracking my brain about where to park, before I even arrive whilst pondering the lines in the middle of the road.
...
#brother
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Alan-S-Jeeves
Poem Published
28th May 2021 9:10pm
28th May 2021 9:10pm
A Civil War Trilogy
William Joseph Grady was born on Friday May 16th. 1845 at his family's farm in Dalton, Georgia, eighty miles or so north of Atlanta and close to the state border with Tennessee. His parents were William and Martha Grady and young William Joseph, Billy-Joe, was their first child. By the time Billy-Joe was ten years old he had been joined by two brothers and a sister. William senior had taken over the farm from his own late father, Joseph, in 1840 therefore it was already quite well established and easily able to sustain the Grady family. Martha, though, had been raised in the city of...
#brother
#family
#separation
#son
#responsibility
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
14th May 2021 6:35am
14th May 2021 6:35am
Unbearable Levity of Kinship
Unbearable Levity of Kinship
She tells her fellow girlfriend and Barista wrapped in one, “When I get in this mood I laugh at everything. I laugh at customers in their faces which isn’t good at work. This happens to me once a week. I spilled coffee on my skirt and it was hilarious.”
A patron says, “Are you are in a funny mood?”
She focuses on her customer at hand, “Oh, sir I’m all ticklish. Give me Xanax to calm me down.”
“Is it my beard or my tattoo that tickles you?”
“Your beard would have to...
She tells her fellow girlfriend and Barista wrapped in one, “When I get in this mood I laugh at everything. I laugh at customers in their faces which isn’t good at work. This happens to me once a week. I spilled coffee on my skirt and it was hilarious.”
A patron says, “Are you are in a funny mood?”
She focuses on her customer at hand, “Oh, sir I’m all ticklish. Give me Xanax to calm me down.”
“Is it my beard or my tattoo that tickles you?”
“Your beard would have to...
#brother
#sister
#coffee
#funny
#sensual
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