Monday, 22 September 2014

My Poetry

My sibling and me

like two pods in a pea

we giggle as if we were three

how great kin might be

we joke and play

all as the day progressed

tears at times spring over things we say

be that as it may the chuckle fits we get never appear to go away

my sibling is my closest companion

the injuries and wounds will repair

in the event that we like it or not we're in there till the end

with a tissue, ear, or shoulder to loan

the battles over toys

the battles with young men

despite the fact that my sibling enormously bothers

he has presented to me the best delights

in the event that he tries, I accept he ought to

in the event that he implores, I think I could

when I say farewell

he infrequently will yell

to abstain from getting in a bad position we lie

yet to need partition is similar to asking to pass on

I can hardly wait until I'm more established

brimming with desire and bolder

hearts will extend from shoulder to shoulder

I will never quit adoring my sibling

I trust more in him than in our mother

a finer sibling, there is no other

there is no use appealing to God for an alternate

2 comments:

  1. High, girl!
    While I realize my penname is quite morbid, yet,
    you shall find in our blogs a gobba (subliminal) moxie
    which has taken this mortal sinner yeeeeers to compile:
    I lay it ALL out for you, dear - neet-o, packaged, concise
    (gotta lotta poetry, too).

    Nevertheless, wouldn’t ya love an endless eternity
    of aplomBombs falling on thy indelible cranium?
    An XtraXcitinXpose with no
    zooillogical-expiration-date,
    with an IQ much higher than K2,
    and an extraordinarily, sawcy, rowdy victory??
    Here’s what the exquisite, prolific GODy sed
    (with an excellent bullshot detector):

    “Faith, hope, and love,
    the greatest of these is love -
    jump into faith...
    and you'll see with love”
    Doesn’t matter if you don’t believe (what I write);
    God believes in you.

    Meet me Upstairs, girl, where the Son never goes down
    from a passionate, prolific iconoclasm where you’ll find
    nonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsX… of
    deluxe-HTTP [<- pi] opportunities for excitement BTW.

    Do it. Do the deed, dude. Sign into the Big House.

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  2. High, girl!
    While I realize my penname is quite morbid, yet,
    you shall find in our blogs a gobba (subliminal) moxie
    which has taken this mortal sinner yeeeeers to compile:
    I lay it ALL out for you, dear - neet-o, packaged, concise
    (gotta lotta poetry, too).

    Nevertheless, wouldn’t ya love an endless eternity
    of aplomBombs falling on thy indelible cranium?
    An XtraXcitinXpose with no
    zooillogical-expiration-date,
    with an IQ much higher than K2,
    and an extraordinarily, sawcy, rowdy victory??
    Here’s what the exquisite, prolific GODy sed
    (with an excellent bullshot detector):

    “Faith, hope, and love,
    the greatest of these is love -
    jump into faith...
    and you'll see with love”
    Doesn’t matter if you don’t believe (what I write);
    God believes in you.

    Meet me Upstairs, girl, where the Son never goes down
    from a passionate, prolific iconoclasm where you’ll find
    nonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsX… of
    deluxe-HTTP [<- pi] opportunities for excitement BTW.

    Do it. Do the deed, dude. Sign into the Big House.

    ReplyDelete