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Gracious and merciful she's 22
Fairest adult child
Fresh northern dew
Planter of seeds the special one grew
Purest of petals silk white her mane
Bright yellow white green young daisy chain
Heavy her heart beauty her power
Nourished in sun soils
Her flourishing flower
Articulate humour Yorkshire scouse jock
If foundations aren't solid
Girl I'll be your rock
Tuesday 5th September 2023 11:59 am
A Brother Is...
A Brother is Joy,
A Brother is Hope,
A lil' bit of annoyance,
Fights all along.
A beautiful Gift,
Of all those prayers,
In him, we find love,
Oh! so Rare.
Those mockful Punches,
Some Pushes alike,
Seconds of Anger,
Love still burns Bright.
A Brother is a Thief,
A stealthy one,
Stealing my Dairy Milks',
Till there is none.
A Brother is Pride,
Always standing by my side,
Ha...
Thursday 1st June 2023 5:46 am
Brothers
The pathway is a little bit chewed
A little bit covered
In permafrost
The later that night
The more you surely loss
Deepen the mind’s abyss
Feel around for the light-switch
Avoid the claws
The voices in my head, they are an oligarch
They know you more than your family
And th...
Thursday 4th November 2021 5:20 pm
Best Friend
On my darkest days you have been my light
You have helped me to shine bright
Always telling me that I belong
Always reminding me that I am enough
When my heart it blue
You are my glue
Nothing can describe the bond between me and you
You always see me through
Thank you for being my best friend, my sister, and simply you
Friday 18th December 2020 7:34 pm
Siblings By George Baring
Siblings
By George Baring
My sister is a warthog.
My brother is a worm.
The little one is even worse.
I just can’t tell you, think you’ll squirm.
They will not share,
They pull my hair,
And never let me be.
But then at night when I lie down,
And think of all the fun we had,
I know I’m lucky to have them all,
It’s really not that bad
Tuesday 3rd April 2018 7:42 pm
The Close
Grey bin days
Ash spilling
Sparking
From beneath
Buckled
Loose-fitting metal lids
Carried back- breakingly
To the monstrous wagon
Limping it’s way
Around the close
Like a club-footed relic
Behind the chipped
Leaded glass of number thirteen
A terrible gargoylian face
Pressed up close
Stares out
Mrs Ashall has seen a football fly over her neat ...
Tuesday 23rd January 2018 8:00 pm
Unknowing
Unknowing
ghost brother
ghost sister
twins
two years before
unable to fight anymore
they gave up their tiny breath
to history
she never spoke of them
in anything but love and memory
of what could have
should have been
never tripping
over regrets
at what came after
me
my brother
our family
they had names for th...
Wednesday 22nd February 2017 5:01 pm
Dear Brother
My poor dear brother,
I don't know you
and you don't know me.
Your name is Robert.
My name is Crystal.
You were born on march 4th,
and I was born on March 14th.
You are three years older,
and i am three years younger.
But, my poor dear brother,
Although we don't know much
bout each other, I somehow still feel close to you
and I know that someday we'll meet again.
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 2:51 am
The Monster in me
Hate to be the monster they see
when they look at me through my eyes
and hate to be the daughter
that they disgrace with heart.
Because, I am nothing but a mistake,
I am as worthless as the dirt we walk on,
and I am as imperfect as anyone can be.
But, as for my sister she is like a princess
in my parents giving eyes.
She's everything that I am not.
She's there perfect little angel
t...
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 2:24 am
Balloons in the tree
Pass me the toys I'll play with you
lets load the riffle let the bullet go loose!
Who's gonna shoot the balloons in the tree?
Who's gonna pull the knives out of me?
Your little sister now owns your touch
cook for the robots 'cause they fought for us
we'll never let the kite go fly free
we never ever will let you leave
So you've really got it going
...
Saturday 12th November 2011 8:14 pm
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