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Poem Details | by Eleanor Sweet |
Categories: death, i love you, cousin,

R.I.P. Drew

R.I.P to the big cuz drew… Never did I think I would ever loose you…Not this early in life…I would do anything 
to have you in my sight…Them guys that did that stuff just aint right…I mean they had me up crying…They 
had to be lying…Its too soon for you to be up in the sky flying… I look to clouds up above… Wishing I can give 
you one more hug… Push and shove… Never let you go… Cause I love you cousin just had to let you no….


Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: addiction, autumn, beautiful, beauty, best friend, brother, cat, celebration, change, childhood, christmas, cousin, dad, dog, fishing, food, football, grandparents, grief, halloween, happiness, heart, hero, holiday, home, life, little sister, love, mom, mother, music, native american, sister, write,

Family Grief Family Happiness

  
   Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
        
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
        My Mother caring about all five in different ways
      Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays 
     My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
          
      Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John
       music  a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !

     Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr, Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
          The music  takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "    
      My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
                 My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
        feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food               
         
       the yelling , slamming of doors ,  tempers Flare , passion 
         Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate
        
        After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate.
         Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?

       Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee  
                 No matter what the mix.Our curse Alcohol ~
          the  Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on  
        Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
             Excited in Chicago !  seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
        Cubs ,  museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
        
       Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
             Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `  
        Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , 
          scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
        
           ~ That is the Family I Love ,
                     that is the Family I choose to miss ~    
                       
              


Poem Details | by Jacqueline R. Mendoza |
Categories: angel, beautiful, beauty, black african american, bridal shower, caregiving, celebrity, childhood, christian, cousin, daughter, death of a friend, devotion, education, environment, father daughter, first love, flower, children, for her, kids, how i feel, little sister, me, mom, mother, native american, nostalgia, people, poets, school, spiritual, student, woman, women, work,

Qualities of Health Engendering Women

They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you 
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Genuine discussion
Makes you want to share yourself


Poem Details | by John Posey |
Categories: childhood, christmas, love, christmas, me, christmas, love, me, cousin,

My Most Memorable Christmas Gift

It was many years ago that I sat there on the floor
With Aunt Allie and my cousins, we knew what was in store.
The clan was gathered there around the Christmas tree
Just eagerly awaiting their Christmas gifts to see.

There was Billy Joe and Grady Earl and pretty Bonnie Lou
I can’t remember Martha  – She might have been there too.
All these kids, aged six to nine, were very close to me
And when you saw just one of us you’d see two or three.

Now, Christmas gifts at my house were opened Christmas eve
But presents in aunt Allie’s home, were saved  ‘til morning, don’t you see.
I’d had my Christmas presents; there were quite a lot.
So I’d gone on down to Auntie’s to see what they all got

They took turns opening their gifts – around the room they’d go.
The first one up was Bonnie Lou – ladies first, you know
Bonnie gave a gleeful shout and raised her present high,
Just what she’d wanted for so long -- a portable hi-fi.

Grady Earl was next to see what Santa had in store,
He left cousin Grady skates that he’d been savin’ for.
Billy Joe was anxious to see if it were true
That if you had not been real good, it’s switches there for you.

Well, Billy didn’t have to wait too long to find what was in store
A box as big as China was coming through the door.
Now generally big boxes meant something really good
And when they opened up this box, a new bicycle stood.

All this Christmas giving went on an hour or so
When people began watchin’ me and started talkin’ low.
They tried to look so normal as they continued on
When I heard one kid whisper, “There’s nothin’ here for John.”

I’d opened presents earlier and I thought that they all knew
I was only there to witness, not to gather me a few.
It was not long, I’d say; just a minute, maybe two --
Someone handed me a package, saying, “John, this is for you.”

Something wrapped in tissue was now held in my hand –
I really tried to protest – They didn’t understand.
Their love for me was genuine and, me? – I felt the same.
They were somehow embarrassed that no gift bore my name.

I pulled away the ribbon from the tissue they’d prepared --
I know their love was all wrapped up in what was lying there.
At first it was puzzling as I looked into their faces,
For lying there was a brand-new pair of simple shoelaces.

Though I didn’t understand it on that day so long ago
The meaning of the laces continues to grow and grow.
Innocence was present then and few will now recall --
Young minds can seldom comprehend the meaning of it all.

 Sweet memories of Christmas past now fill the summer air
As I stand here looking down at the marker lying there.
Bill and all the other kids have now all gone away,
But the meaning of the shoestrings comforts me today.

Written by John Posey
12/16/12


Poem Details | by Mohamed Salih |
Categories: africa, cousin, creation, feelings, happiness, love, wife,

The Deep-Rooted-Tree

It never falls never drys,greens forever
Whenever it extends,it grows moreover
Our love is like that tree,greens forever
On the deep rooted tree,friends forever
Each bird sings fruitly ,And sends clever
Each leave drops water and rains lever
We runabout  as pilgrims every year



Poem Details | by John Berryhill |
Categories: adventureday, love, cousin,

Taken too soon

As I grow order around me I see
The next generation of our family
I love them all without any doubt
But there's one that was special that 
always stood out
He was my cousin named Mitchell 
O'Dell
And all of our lives changed the day 
that he fell.
Life is short or so they say
But never so short as the day he 
went away.
The loving and gentle, wonderful son
Just beginning lifes journey at age 
21
Handsome and smart with his own 
sense of style
How we wish he was still with us if 
even just for awhile.
A young man's whose presence 
would light up the room
A young man whose life was taken 
too soon.
Some will say "it'sWhat God has 
planned"
They can say what they want I still 
don't understand.
It makes no sense and I ask myself 
why
What good comes if any when young 
people die.
Maybe to love more in some kind of 
way
To treasure our lives and be thankful 
each day.
When I look up at stars when they 
come out at night
I know one of them'sMitchell 
shinning ever do bright
But still as I look up just past the 
moon
I can't understand why he was taken 
too soon

JD Berryhill


Poem Details | by Denise Hopkins |
Categories: age, baby, beautiful, beauty, care, career, character, christian, cousin, daughter, dream, emotions, feelings, friend, friendship, future, god, grandmother, happiness, heart, how i feel, identity, inspiration, introspection, journey, life, love, magic, me, mother, niece, passion, people, poets, power, relationship, self, sister, strength, success, uplifting, wife,

WHO AM I BY NAME ALONE

I am God's child, first and forever I am known by many different titles, a daughter I am a wife I am a mother I am a grandmother I am a poet I am by several ways, known as a sister I am an acquaintance I am a loyal friend I am a stranger I am a cousin I am an Auntie I am a niece But who is this person, they all call "Denise?" She is a child to God She is a niece She is a cousin She is a stranger She is a loyal friend She is an acquaintance She is known to many, a sister She is a poet She is a grandmother She is a mother She is a wife She is known as a daughter to many She is everything, she'd ever dreamed her life to be.... She is happier than she ever imagined possible SHE IS "DENISE"


Poem Details | by Marycile Beer |
Categories: faith, family, life, love, life, god, sister, age, age, god, life, sister, cousin,

A Gift Of Real Love

As I sit and gaze at your picture
I travel back to days of yore
To the ranch on the Nebraska prairie
And the place where you called home.

I came to teach their school
And was introduced to you
My life changed at that moment
For what I saw was a man honest and true.

A man who since age fifteen
Has been on his own
His reputation it was good
And he worked nine years for the former 101.

He had just moved up the valley
To their uncle's ranch
When I came upon the scene
A city girl it seemed but I wasn't really green.

My mom was from her dad's Nebraska ranch
Not to far away
And her sister taught an Indian Government school
On the Rosebud Reservation..

My brother and sister 
 A cousin my age and I
Shared a life similar to the life
My Billy had.

Well, not really I'm afraid
We were a few years younger
And though most of our time was spent on horseback
There were no cows involved.

We played in the White River
Rode calves and hogs
While Billy at this same age 
Had himself  to support.

Now it was my turn to grow up
I took up teaching to go back to the plains
And met the man of my dreams
Who my life did change.

Snowed in following a blizzard in March
And five miles away
Billy rode down the valley horseback
Just to see me one day.

By then we already had marriage plans
But we hadn’t told a soul
It wasn’t till April Fools Day 
We finally broke the news.

We ranched, raised our kids
And worked at Truck Parts
Forty-seven years and 2 weeks later
God called you home.

I had truly been blessed
With a good, honest, hard working man
Who is still here for me.
I thank You God with all my heart, 
Amen.

Three Christmases you have been gone
For Cathy it is four, it just doesn’t seem fair
But God has taken from you the pain you had
And I will always be grateful for that.

I love you dear and Merry Christmas.


Poem Details | by Rainbow Promise |
Categories: cousin, daughter, family, father, love, mother, parents,

TODAY'S FAMILY

  TODAY'S FAMILY

Humans are of One kind,
Homo Sapiens, Human beings.

They do no Run as a Pack
As other beings do.

They move as Families
On this dear earth

And  are in Categories,
That tell some Stories!

Some chose to be in forms,
Old, New and Very New:

Traditional - one mother,  father and children.
Blended - one mother, father,: children birth and or adopted.
Step-family: mother and father had children before; mother or father has children.
Spiritual:Practice the same Faith, related in Spirit or belief
Same-sex: two mas or two pas.

But families could also be Related,
To other families in any of these ways:
Aunts, Cousins, , Grandfathers, Grandmothers, Uncles,
Neighbors, Friends, Spiritual Brother, Spiritual Sister.






Poem Details | by Louis Borgo |
Categories: art, love,

The Good Cousin

Mom would always tell me don’t be hasted all ways

Listen remember always to put the third on the end

Of your last name think to my self I have political

Correct name and if I don’t say so sound proof

But in to the day I seen man die I learn tie my shoe

Going to funeral after funeral

They just call me the good cousin

Lesson I learn just from cook out family is 

Family why not capital that and just listen

I may of struggle but one thing first I always

Ate

Why give up your tray at lunch 

Got phone call from Mexican and Italy

They said just listen tell by the way they talk

Must been family think to my self

Ain’t three trey in Italian

Always remember mom said son

Your name tell your hold story

“JASON” and I guess then

Biracial kids was rare from the city I’m from 

But now is it a good time to be called by my 

Louis Anotino Borgo III

The Good Cousin.


Poem Details | by brittney lopez |
Categories: beach, blue, cousin, cute love, day, loss, love,

BLUE

Do you know what's haunting?
Losing someone and hearing their name, voice, or you hear something that reminds you of them
And you go blueA dark blue, but a beautiful blue because that's the best kind of haunting
A beautiful haunting its something you can love so much but hate even more.
It's rather sweet thinking of someone so much
It's rather real.


Poem Details | by Taku celestin julius |
Categories: love, natural disasters, me, cousin,

BYE BYE SANDY

I feel bad that you all got to stand on my path for your livelihood said sandy, Sandy will be less harmless in the days aheadSandy is glad to have a short life spanSand is trying as much as possible to give you folks only the crumbs of her majesty crueltyThe peace and progress of this wonderful nation is too much, we shall never reduce it to minimum
I regret why I brought rush into your quiet livesSandy regret why she brought pains into your livesSandy regret why she put sorrows into your livesI regret why I brought tears into your livesSandy is just a touristMy coming is sudden my departure is so sudden.
Sandy you brought down all our lifetime achievements but thank for given us a second chanceSandy you brought tears into our heartsSandy you brought blood into our eyesSandy whiles usWe will be firmed to pick up shattered pieces impose on us by you when you will be far goneBye sandy.
Sand you make me shaver, you make me fear SandySand you make the trees and buildings of the nation capital tremble as if it was the capital of the unbraveI will not be ashamed to start all over again dear Sandy, we almost love you only if we will not see you again so soon bye sandySandy we known we have been stung by your wicked venom but we will over come it Sandy.
I will tell my cousin Katarina not to frequent come on land again but both of us are still storbbone said SandyIf Human Beings were borne educated our society will be a very perfect one said SandySandy our subways will go better than everSandy we promise to keep a fatherly eye on you dearBye san…


Poem Details | by Vernette Hutcherson |
Categories: life, love, wedding, cousin,

LARRY-HARRY(Limerick)

I once dated a man named Larry
He one day asked me to marry
Though he was a real honey
He hadn't much money
So, I wed his cousin Harry


Poem Details | by Poet M.e. |
Categories: cousin, cry, emotions, feelings, love hurts, relationship, teen,

Sara

Sara tiptoes across
The kitchen floor
To get some heat
She opens the oven door

Sheets in the window
Sara calls them curtains
Mind weary, Soul hurtin'
Sara

Sara lives by the train tracks
At Sixteenth and O
Her Mama calls it a shack
But to Sara it’s quite comfortable

Flour and water
Two minute gravy
Don't rattle those pots too loudly, Sara
Might startle that Baby

Sara empty, cold and lonely
Sara with too much time to think
Sara humble, beautiful and homely
Draws water from the kitchen sink

Sara thought she married the perfect guy
But soon as he heard that baby cry-
He left a two page note:
The first page said, I love you
The second page said, Goodbye
For a whole month he tried

Sara's mother told her
That he was just too young
But Sara didn't listen
He promised Sara he'd be the one
She'd always been missin'

Two pinches of cornstarch
From the box on the shelf
Sara says, Hell,
He was just a baby himself

Nine months
Sara bore the burden
Feet tired, head hurtin'
So many times she wasn't certain


Sara pours vinegar on lettuce
Just enough to call it salad
Memories of him grow stronger
Sara tries not to think about it

One child- A year later a divorce
And the White knight
Who was supposed to save the day
Must have fallen from his horse
Or maybe he lost his way

Men of means offer her money
And pose a promise or two
Sara laughs as if it’s funny
Saying, You're just like sugar
Tryna call itself honey
You're just too sweet to be true

Sara opens the refrigerator door
Takes out the potatoes
From the night before
Then Sara just thinks some more:

"We can let June keep the Baby.
Or we can put it up for adoption."
But Sara knew that wasn't an option
Sara recalled the anger in his voice:
"Babe, please don't force me to make a choice."

Sara cried as she watched him go
His pain he was too proud to show
He said, Sara, please don't cry
Then he said, Goodbye

The only love she had ever known-
Now Sara and the Baby were alone
In his Blue travel sack
Everything in the world
That he ever owned

But sweet Sara understood
The baby that he feared
Probably all in this world
That he had ever done of good

From the balcony Sara watched
As he walked down the railroad tracks
She knew that once he crossed L Street
He would never ever turn back

Sara watched him
As far as her eyes could go
Then he disappeared at Thirteenth and O
Sara just closed her window

And Sara went inside
And Sara cried


Poem Details | by Miriam McCue |
Categories: family, funny, people, sea, seasons, son, song-lyricchristmas, prayer, christmas, drink, love, cousin, Grandson,

Country Christmas

“Country Christmas Carol”      ---  dedicated to my family

 by  Miriam  McCue (creator of flamingo art, & poetry.so far.)

We love to sing Christmas songs,
My Grandson Bubba and I.
And when we sing Country Christmas.
We almost make the angels cry.

A Merry Country Christmas
To all those great Country Folk,
And even to the City Slickers,
Who also love to drink and smoke.

We’ll take a drink for Bubba, Aunt Mike and Cousin Jim, 
And hope that this Christmas,
They’ll say a prayer and sing a hymn.

Gather round the still, 
Country People all.
 And hold up Uncle Bill
So the old coot doesn’t fall

A Merry Country Christmas, 
One full of country joy.
Little Willie wanted a 12 gauge,
But all he got was a toy.


Poem Details | by Seren Roberts |
Categories: happy, love, birth, me, cousin,

Ted my hospital visitor

Lying in hospital was visiting time
My cousin walked in with a box so fine
Handed it over said it was for me
To open it when I needed company

The box said Teddy Bears Factory
Inside was Ted’s whole story
His birth certificate is complete
Many things including birth date

Was dressed with hat and scarf
Looked so funny, made me laugh
Specs sat on end of his nose
Looking ready to compose

But he was so good to cwtch *
Instantly loved him so much
Such thoughtfulness I wont forget
My Ted is my best mate

Helped me to recover quickly
My magic pill when I’m sickly
Took 29 years for a Ted so special
Came with love of highest level

*Cwtch  is welsh for cuddle


Poem Details | by Victor Alexander |
Categories: adventure, beautiful, best friend, betrayal, boyfriend, cousin, fantasy, farewell, feelings, first love, for her, friend, friendship, girlfriend, goodbye, happiness, hate, heartbroken, jealousy, life, lost love, love, lust, youth,

BRITZ'S GIRLFRIENDS PAST

BRITZ’S GIRLFRIENDS PAST…LAST EPISODE”


He is young, handsome and got all it takes
To get involved with him, girls get tied to the stakes
Early in his age he set it off with one in a relationship
The love was fierce; both were wolves and none the sheep
Quarrel today and settle today; the relationship seem not to last
Sincerity danced to the lime-light; someone will surely get hurt at last
He ignorantly made her jealous and she sought a pay-back
She left him for his best friend but later sought to come back
Marriage and family ties got deep in line; too late to get back
The first girlfriend in his past.

So heartbroken and sad; he refused to show concern
The latest girl was so pretty and that calls for concern
She was his childhood friend he shared kisses with
Another relationship in line; amidst tares he took out the best wheat
It all started off so well, he broke the heart of her cousin
They were too close; the girl was close to his cousin
Childhood friendship an advantage thought this one will last
Unfortunately, the happy relationship came to end so fast
They lost it all: love, compatibility, friendship and in themselves a taste
The second girlfriend in his past.

Tired of relationships, he dived into friends with benefits
It was so sweet an adventure; to every girl, he got a benefit
He became so free and there was no love seen to be found
Nothing to loose as its just sex and the girls were always around
Tasting all juicy like Solomon’s pear; Complications in line he got scared
Frightened out his shoes; friends with benefit? He was no longer prepared
In the midst of storm; just like Jonah , he remembered there is someone so dear
The safest adventure is a relationship with her and there will be nothing else to fear
Difficult as of the beginning but she later came to terms and vowed to always be there
The third girl; presently in his present…


																…Lordvip…
D' Poetic Beast
						























Poem Details | by chris bowen |
Categories: art, cousin,

love of art

summer'sby homestead
pretty little cousin girl
sheer dress,pressed against


Poem Details | by Anthony Clifford |
Categories: cousin, grandmother, love, poetry,

Childhood

Thinking of the old days, the people and placesThere are so many memories, there are so many facesThere were hard times a plenty and it's harder to believe, that a childhood can weigh so heavy when there's no one to relieve the hurt, pain and disgustThat you carry for the ones you're supposed to trustBut how can you trust the ones who are never there? You wait by the door but it doesn't seem fair, that all your friends have parents, who live at homeSo you start to blame yourself for why you feel so aloneYou start to ask why, you say what did I do? But then your tears run dry and you realize that it's not youYou're not to blame, the faults not yoursBut you still carry that pain and you still feel that remorseAnd for us that's how it wentWe were all but aloneBut thank God that for us, we had grandma at homeShe carried that burden that Mona's couldn't holdSo thank God for that woman, she's more precious than goldShe was strong enough to keep us both together, she was strong enough to keep us both under pressureThe pressure she felt must've been so strongBut she never let go and she always held onSo it's my firm belief that she molded us bothShe didn't plant the seed but she watered the growthShe watched us thrive and for that we both owe, our childhood to that woman who never said noShe never said go, Leave me aloneShe just opened her door and gave us a homePlus for me, there was youSomeone unlike any otherNot than just my cousin, you were more like my brotherYou were my best friend and we were partners in crimeAnd we had each other's back, at the drop of a dimeSo we grow up slowly, and time passes byBut nobody ever told me, how fast time fliesEverything happens too quick to seeSo open your eyes and try not to blinkBecause if you blink you might miss it and then it's goneSo do what she did and just hold on to what you've got, and don't let goPlant your own seeds and watch them growCherish the memories that are made every day, and don't forget how you got to where you are todayYou see for me it's to easy and plain to seeSo I'm thankful that my childhood consisted of grandma, you and me.


Poem Details | by Katherine Braithwaite |
Categories: absence, abuse, betrayal, character, cousin, emotions, lost love,

In such captive grief

How like a prison is my cubicle
How wary is  my body on this chair.
How still my heart and yet how truly fickle.
How fast it flies to you who are not here.

How elegant your letters and your thoughts
How gentle was your touch upon my throat.
And yet you killed  my words and all I brought...
You were no lover but a randy goat.

As in this mental jail I'm  neatly trapped,
I'll use this time to write and  also pray.
Perhaps my mind can extricate a map..
From which I'll plot the route to get away.

The prisons which seem external are inside
Yet in such captive grief some folk have died


Poem Details | by DON JOHNSON |
Categories: adventure, cousin, , sweet love,

Sweet Sijo

Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver Contest Name Sijo Kisses Sweet Sijo ah yes sweet love we sure do so miss, interlude a stolen kiss, had such a girl, her name was Chris, but she went away, quite a bit:( with wife stealing cousin Wayne:) yes man struck again, no hypocrite.


Poem Details | by Tiffany Saxon |
Categories: birthday, cousin, dedication, family, history, inspirational, love,

Our Love To Our Queen

For 50 years you have been our shining star 
Our advisor, second mother, leader and lastly,
Our monarch of prestige and royalty… Our diva…
And this is “our” testament of who you truly are.
Since I can remember…
It has always been about you and your sisters…
(Tara, Tiffany, Shannon and Trina) of who depended on you
For
 I know that we all can agree that…
“Our love is surely one thing
We can surely depend on you
In times of darkness and fear… we go to you;
Because 
Through the years… we knew that you’d make us strong”.
Remember this similar line to a certain song?
So
 As we serenade you with “Our Love”…the choice of song…
Just know that you are one in a million…
A true matriarch
 That embraced and captured the true essence of what it takes of being our queen wearing your crown…creating the stepping stones of being beautiful, powerful and strong.
So as we celebrate this special day…
	You marked our hearts and in return… we selected an icon…Natalie Cole to express what we mean.
For
Our love and sisterhood is forever…
And thanks to Natalie, we were able to show
  “Our Love”… 
To Our Queen

The End! 


Poem Details | by Briana Lynn Minard-Adler |
Categories: adventure, baby, beautiful, beauty, boyfriend, dedication, devotion, dream, happy, hope, husband, life, love, god, me, brother, sweet, home, brother, god, home, love, me, smile, sweet, cousin,

Bradlee Joe Rasmussen

Bradlee Joe is mine, he's always been mine,
The younger brother of David Authur Rasmussen Jr.,
Those gorgeous brown eyes staring at me, natural hair color,
That's brown; just like his brothers, but he dyed it blonde.
That gorgeous angel face, I think of him everyday all day, think of,
Those memories, that smile, that laugh, that voice, those strong arms,
The strong arms that hold me, just like his brother used to.
The sweet things he says to me, those precious eyes look into,
Into mine, the way he runs his fingers through my hair, the way he tickles me,
The way we play wrestle, the way we talk, the way we look at each other.
Eyes full of wonder, wonder how long we'll stay together, then he says,
He says "Baby we'll stay forever", and I believe every word he says,
My God if he only knew, knew how he makes my heart pound, the way,
The way it's just so easy to talk to him, man I can tell him anything, and I know,
I know that he'll keep it a secret, that's why I trust him with everything,
Everything inside of meEverytime he asks me if I wanna start,
Start over with him, I always say yes, because I love him!!
No matter how much he hurts, I'll always love him, I do, because,
Because I know it's real, I love him with everything inside of me,
I want to wake up next to him everymorning and fall asleep,
Fall asleep in his arms everynight, say "I do" to him, have his,
Have his children, be in love forever, my God I've never felt this way before.
I fell for him the first moment I saw his gorgeous smile light,
Up that dark lunch room, the way you hugged me tight, exchanged,
Exchanged numbers with each other, and the way we talked on the phone for hours on end,
Oh how I wished for you to be mine, How I still wish to change,
Change my name to Briana Lynn Rasmussen.
Babe I can't inagine a world where you don't exsist, babe without you,
Without you I'd honestly die.
The son of David Authur Rasmussen Srand Sandi Rasmussen,
The brother of David Authur Rasmussen Jr, and Cheyeene Rasmussen,
The cousin of Kenneth Michael Hampton, better known as Mikey :) You have
Have a older bro, a younger sister & brother, and you have you,
Father's eyes, your brother's strength, your mother's beauty, and your crazy,
Crazy sense of humor.
With you I can't stop smiling, laughing and giggling.
Babe I am finally home, it's been a long time, and I am glad you kept the bed warm for me,
My home is with you, it's the only place where I belong, and babe I am so glad to be home.
I love your curly hair, I love the way you hold me, the way you kiss me, the way yoy,
You love me.
I love everything you do, and everything about you,
Babe I really do hope that day comes where we say "I do."
Hell I'd do it right now if I could, if you wanted me the same.
I want to be the mother of your children, I want to be the on;y woman you come home to,
Come home to after work, the one you give sweet kisses to, and the one you tell,
Tell me about your day, the one who wants to fall asleep in your arms, and 
Wake up in your arms with my head on your chest, see your sweet smile everyday,
Hear the words "Good Morning Baby, how'd you sleep?"
I'd reply sleepily "Great, how bout you Angel?" I love everything about you, everything
Everything you say, babe I love the fire in your eyes, the way you are protective over me,
The way you fight for me.
Babe I just wanna be your forever, and when we die baby,
I want to be laidto rest next to you, or with you in the same casket, because,
Because I'm only me when I'm with you, you are the only one who keeps me warm, The only one
Only one who makes me feel like I am home, like I'm finally alive,
Like I'm finally me, babe you are my better half and really honestly,
I've been so lost without you, and I am so glad to be back home.


Poem Details | by Jim David |
Categories: dedication, family, inspirational, love, son, son, cousin,

Rock on, sailor of dreams.....

My cousin Dennis wasn't born like you or I.
But he came the way Creator intended, I suppose.
He walked and talked later than most,
But he always had rhythm...uncanny..purposeful.

Now, any tennis racket or broom or rake could take on a whole new life
As a guitar, microphone, mic stand...but he prefers real guitars.
Real guitars mixed with far-away dreams of the spotlight, sand, girls.....

He likes cheeseburgers and a "pair-of-dice", and navigating his way through Margarita-ville.
He's a son of a son of a son of a sailor, and a son-of-a-gun to boot!!
Once the roadies break this set down, it's on to the next town.

Yeah, you can catch his show several times a day in his own back yard.
Cheap student guitar (from the clearance store) I gave him, on his hip
Oh, when the show's over he's humble enough to come down and shake your hand.
Just don't be surprised when he says "Pleased to meet ya! I'm Jimmy Buffett!!".


Poem Details | by Martina jhones |
Categories: care, cousin, first love, for him, i miss you, kiss, love,

love

Sometimes at night, when I look to the sky,
I start thinking of you and then ask myself, why?
Why do I love you? I think and smile,
because I know the list could run on for miles.
The whisper of your voice, the warmth of your touch,
so many little things that make me love you so much.
The way you support me, and help with my emotions,
the way that you care and show such devotion.
The way that your kiss, fills me with desire,
and how you hold me with the warmth of a blazing fire.
The way your eyes shine when you look at me,
lost with you forever is where I want to be.
The way that I feel when you're by my side,
a sense of completion and overflowing pride.
The dreams that I dream, that all involve you,
the possibilities I see and the things we can do.
How you finish the puzzle that lies inside my heart,
how that deep in my soul, you are the most important part.
I could go on for days, telling of what I feel,
but all you really must know is my love for you is real.


Poem Details | by ninti king |
Categories: love, cousin,

Sanctuary

Your hands shake with sweaty palms as I stand stock still above you

You can't conceal it I feel your nerves and I haven't even touched you.
 
Is this sanctuary?
 
Or entry into sacred doors that were never mine.
 
But I'd do back flips and cease all tricks just to kiss gentle 
l
lips...to turn back time...

Is this not mine?
 
No, but oursAbsolutely unforgettable, these things take time

Treading on untouched land, planting on virgin earth 

I mask worry in the heat of 

my desire with your breath like fire burns and sings like some great sublime choir.

 My person holds scars from being licked 

from the tantalizing tongue of your torrid flameA 

flam that melts my skin like an inescapable inferno where 

complacency is sought in the most gentle of your movements

There's nothing real in this sea of flesh and perfumed 

skin like silk fabricated from water you are someone daughter

..someones sister...someones cousin its all the same...

And so am I to also lay claim, to have a part of  you that tare 

 my heart in two like no other..And tomorrow when all is said and done, 

do I call you lover

Or will you avoid and parry...is this not the sweetest sound?...

Is this not sanctuary? 


Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: fantasy, imagination, love, nature, romancebeauty, beauty, moon, relationship, cousin,

Luna Glory Says Goodnight! Moon

As the warm sun begins to set
Fading on the far horizon
Ole Man Moon begins his assent
Luna Glory's beauty turns on

Greeting harvest moon with Goodnight
She shines in delight with her white
In love to glow forever bright
Their relationship great delight

Lunar are you jealous my dear
Of your cousin Morning Glory
She is colorful in blue clear
You are beauty white flowery

That relationship between you
And MrMoon when you greet sweet
He brings out the best that is true
At night when you soulfully meet

Snuggle down between soft starlight
That blankets the sky and the ground
Softly two kiss cheek to cheek right
The reward is seedlingly on the mound


Poem Details | by Victoria Anderson-Throop |
Categories: love, woman, husband, wife, husband, me, cousin,

WHALING SHIP CAPTAIN's LOVER part 3

WHALING SHIP CAPTAIN"S LOVER      part 3

Now Jorgie met a new love
He begged to make her wife
First, they’d fetch her small boy
 to start a fresh new life.

So East they went to Minot
To find her cousin there
But when they came to his big house
His smile for them was spare.

The cousin was not happy
To relinquish that fine boy
He said his wife would waste away
Without her greatest joy

And Jorgie, solemn, studied them
The woman and the child  &
Wept with great compassion
Her broken heart ran wild.

Determined to do justice
Twas no one she could blame
Jorgie hugged the boy good bye
Her soul in raging flame.

She bid the woman love him
And tell him she was aunt
And with her newfound husband, John,
Departed pale and gaunt.

Now John, he was a good man
Who worshiped his new wife
They agreed to keep a secret
About her former life

And so away the years passed
Son came after son
Jorgie had a fresh life
They built a solid home.

Each month she mailed the  letters
To the ‘cousin’ in the west
She parceled up the photos 
true siblings in their best

But Sadness haunted Jorgie’s eyes
She tried to hide it well
But her  husband knew her---
 She had him in her spell.

So sad she was and so forlorn
He needed to confide
To someone who could help him
to cheer his cherished bride.

And so he told his sister
His wife had longed to see
From her past her loved ones---
Her own sweet family.

So sister Lena planned a scheme—
For Jorgie wild and free
the gift would be a great surprise
And John he did agree.

They would take the children
Aboard the westbound train
Jump the train at Minot
To see the boy again.

Wait they must til autumn
For Jorgie twas the best
In May would be a newborn babe
Nuzzling at her breast

Then hit the plague of ‘17
Entire towns were dead—
And  in their midst was Jorgie--
With her newborn-- cold, in bed.

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Note:  Jorgie : (pronounced Yor’ gee) was a nickname
Her name:  Sena Jorgine Larsen
My father’s motherThe baby named Clara My was nearly 4 when they diedHis father, John Anderson—Jorgie’s husband , never remarried He lived to be in his 70’sHis sister, my great aunt, Lena Anderson Hildebrandt, told me this story in 1971.


PS  THERE IS ANOTHER PART TO THIS IF ANYONE WANTS TO READ IT LET ME KNOWI DON'T WANT TO BORE ANYONE TO DEATH!  vat


Poem Details | by John Streeter |
Categories: black african american, inspirational, love, care, care, cancer, cousin,

No room for Crybabies pt 3

  The trip was worth all of the diffulculties that we esperienced in arriving to gran'nny
house, such as first the day my dad left us, and then mama telling grannie that she was
examine by a specialist in NYC for ovary cancer and that the test were possitive Saddly
mama was scared that she needed surgery and then my two aunts...Brenda & San-san
came to Jacksonville to support her during her ordealAnd at the hospital there were
prayers and crying during the procedure and momma came out just find, O'K !!!  For-real
for-real..{!!}.About three months later john-boy took seriously ill and was rush to the
emergency room and the doctors amitted him immediatedly into the intensive care ward,
andso for weeks and more prayers john-boy was diagnoised with a case of walking pnu-
moniea and he is sick guite often, but God does answer prayers and soon he is back to his normal self and is driving the nurces crazy and they all just luv's him "But as soon as
the lil raskel is home again.." Grann-nie is the one now in the hospital and once again they are at the hospital to be with her my aunts..(brenda and sandra) arrives and were
crying quite ferriously when they were told that she has a stroke and her heart was weak So they were in the Cafe at the hospital and me and my cousin Destiniee were
alone in the room with our gran-ma and she is trying to be strong for us, but her angel
has arrived as she say to me "{Lil} Wesley take good care of your mother and you too
destinie-ee and don't drive your Mom's...Crazy..(??).."
Because where I am going__________"there is..No room for Crybabie's..???.."


Poem Details | by Victoria Anderson-Throop |
Categories: love, class, lost, wife, class, lost, cousin,

WHALING SHIP CAPTAIN's LOVER part 2

WHALING SHIP CAPTAIN’S LOVER
(Part 2 of 3)

Now Jorgie was a fierce one
Widowed   ‘fore she wed
The object of her passion
A Sea man lost and dead

Jorgie had a small lad
Swaddled piece of sun
And her lovers parents
Coveted this tiny life begun

They didn’t care that he was born
Before the two were wed
They claimed that he was theirs now
A whaling lad- True bred.

The parents of the lover
    had an only child
On his death they lost their hope
Twas like a dream defiled.

Jorgie begged her father
"Keep us out of sight!"
But her father made a traitors deal--
Oft Gold dissolves what’s right.
 
She quickly packed her bag
And off the two did fly
She sold gold jewelry and fine clothes
And kissed her land good bye

Upon a third class ship
She bought a third class bed
The sickness hit her in a storm
She puked until she bled…

Spring Winds they blew black fierce, 
the poor men all were cursed
The scurvy struck them all
There was no last or first

The ship was tossed --the wind blew bad
A wretched ugly sight
Despite the stink ,despite her fear
She battled with her fright.

Didn’t know the language
Didn’t know the style
But Jorgie was determined
To prosper with her child

When she reached the New World
She found cross country trains
And as she crossed the mighty land
She wracked her weary brain.

To organize a new life
And work the whole day long
She came up with a daring plan
She hoped she wasn’t wrong.

She jumped the train at Minot
She had a cousin there
She’d pay his wife to watch the babe
‘til she could raise him fair.

The cousin’s wife had lost her babes
She welcomed the small joy
Jorgie smiled and kissed him tho
Her heart ached for the boy.

She ventured West to logging camps
Set up her fire and pans
Cooked for Nordic loggers
The boldest of bold men.

 ========to be continued (too long for the site...sorry...)
 

Note:  Jorgie : (pronounced Yor’ gee) was a nickname
Her name:  Sena Jorgine Larsen