If Bret went in there and stunk the place out, then they probably wouldn't have brought the little brother in. So just by being successful himself, it opened the door for me.
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He Is My Blood...
More than the blood of my blood. He is my friend,
my rock...my brother.
Brother, in times of need, never judging, always there.
My Brother, could, would, always make things right.
Brother, never made much ado, about the task at
hand...he just did it.
Brother, who lifted me, when I was down.
Brother, who brought the laughter, amid the pain.
Brother, the word he never spoke...was 'no'.
Brother, who had the answers, to my questions.
Brother, who by example, did walk the path of right.
Brother, in all my years...in all my life, never have
I met another...like my loving brother.
The Blood That Binds...
More than the blood of my blood. He is my friend,
my rock...my brother.
Brother, in times of need, never judging, always there.
My Brother, could, would, always make things right.
Brother, never made much ado, about the task at
hand...he just did it.
Brother, who lifted me, when I was down.
Brother, who brought the laughter, amid the pain.
Brother, the word he never spoke...was 'no'.
Brother, who had the answers, to my questions.
Brother, who by example, did walk the path of right.
Brother, in all my years...in all my life, never have
I met another...like my loving brother.
Lifelong Bonds...
More than the blood of my blood. He is my friend,
my rock...my brother.
Brother, in times of need, never judging, always there.
My Brother, could, would, always make things right.
Brother, never made much ado, about the task at
hand...he just did it.
Brother, who lifted me, when I was down.
Brother, who brought the laughter, amid the pain.
Brother, the word he never spoke...was 'no'.
Brother, who had the answers, to my questions.
Brother, who by example, did walk the path of right.
Brother, in all my years...in all my life, never have
I met another...like my loving brother.
Brother...
More than the blood of my blood. He is my friend,
my rock...my brother.
Brother, in times of need, never judging, always there.
My Brother, could, would, always make things right.
Brother, never made much ado, about the task at
hand...he just did it.
Brother, who lifted me, when I was down.
Brother, who brought the laughter, amid the pain.
Brother, the word he never spoke...was 'no'.
Brother, who had the answers, to my questions.
Brother, who by example, did walk the path of right.
Brother, in all my years...in all my life, never have
I met another...like my loving brother.
To My Brother...
More than the blood of my blood. He is my friend,
my rock...my brother.
Brother, in times of need, never judging, always there.
My Brother, could, would, always make things right.
Brother, never made much ado, about the task at
hand...he just did it.
Brother, who lifted me, when I was down.
Brother, who brought the laughter, amid the pain.
Brother, the word he never spoke...was 'no'.
Brother, who had the answers, to my questions.
Brother, who by example, did walk the path of right.
Brother, in all my years...in all my life, never have
I met another...like my loving brother.
To My Brother Tramaine
To my brother the one I truly love.
To my brother the one up above.
To my brother the one that was tooken away.
To my brother the one that died right away.
To my brother the crime was so insane.
To my brother of course that bullet had no name
But it chose you, ain't that a shame.
I love you brother with all my heart
and I wish things wouldn't have fallen apart.
I've missed you since the day you died
and I think about you this very day you arrived.
So I'm sending one up cause the day is yours
take it in, sit, relax, and adore.
Happy Birthday Tramaine
poem by La'Sharae Wade
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Bloved brother
The first born of the family
Brought happiness and prosperity
Even his name represents that
“Aklil” means “crown” in Tigrinya
He paid his life with no doubt
Stood for his people for his home land
Such a good brother and son
So young and a sweet one
Too unfair to be gone
How can I forget his smiley face
So cute and decent our family’s grace
Life has been too mean to you
Beloved brother I miss you
While I’m obsess through sadness
Realize if it weren’t you and the others
Paid life and brought this peace
We wouldn’t live and blithe
Not even be able to breath
Beloved brother, we all are proud of you
Even though we crazily missing you
The short good times we shared
Is what I deeply engraved
And I always miss that
“Aklilu” your memory is in my heart
Never thought life could be that short
You deserve to live and it really hurt
My beloved “Aklil” this poem is for you
I wanted the whole world to know you
I love you and I really miss you! ! ! !
N.B I wrote this poem for my brother who martyrs at the war between Eritrea and Ethiopia On May 17 2000 at the age of 24 in a specific place named Adi-rakba
thank you for reading it
poem by Selam Mussie
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Little brother dont never wear my hats.....
Little brother don't put on my blue cap that I wear when I stand on the corner
Little brother don't put on my kangol hat the
one I be having on when I be riding in my homeboy
callica
Little brother didn't I tell you don't put
on my feather top hats
As Iwalk in the back door, my little brother was
walking out the front door wearing my red baseball
cap and got shot gap
I told my little brother don't never wear
my red baseball cap
poem by Valentine White
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The Dead Feast of the Kol-Folk
We have opened the door,
Once, twice, thrice!
We have swept the floor,
We have boiled the rice.
Come hither, come hither!
Come from the far lands,
Come from the star lands,
Come as before!
We lived long together,
We loved one another;
Come back to our life.
Come father, come mother,
Come sister and brother,
Child, husband, and wife,
For you we are sighing.
Come take your old places,
Come look in our faces,
The dead on the dying,
Come home!
We have opened the door,
Once, twice, thrice!
We have kindled the coals,
And we boil the rice
For the feast of souls.
Come hither, come hither!
Think not we fear you,
Whose hearts are so near you.
Come tenderly thought on,
Come all unforgotten,
Come from the shadow-lands,
From the dim meadow-lands
Where the pale grasses bend
Low to our sighing.
Come father, come mother,
Come sister and brother,
Come husband and friend,
The dead to the dying,
Come home!
We have opened the door
You entered so oft;
For the feast of souls
We have kindled the coals,
And we boil the rice soft.
Come you who are dearest
To us who are nearest,
Come hither, come hither,
From out the wild weather;
The storm clouds are flying,
The peepul is sighing;
Come in from the rain.
Come father, come mother,
Come sister and brother,
Come husband and lover,
Beneath our roof-cover.
Look on us again,
The dead on the dying,
Come home!
We have opened the door!
For the feast of souls
We have kindled the coals
We may kindle no more!
Snake, fever, and famine,
The curse of the Brahmin,
The sun and the dew,
They burn us, they bite us,
They waste us and smite us;
Our days are but few
In strange lands far yonder
To wonder and wander
We hasten to you.
List then to our sighing,
While yet we are here
Nor seeing nor hearing,
We wait without fearing,
To feel you draw near.
O dead, to the dying
Come home!
poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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The Whiteman
Its funny how it all began
He came on his strange animal
which had two wheels
and shouted loudly saying
he brought the good news
Our eyes quickly became blind with
his gifts and wonders
of using tiny sticks to make fire
and his black powder that burst into flames
We opened our hearts, opened our houses
and taught him our ways
of hunting game and festivities
of worship and sacrifices,
we even showed him our shrines
So blinded we were that we
never saw him beyond his gifts and wonders
Soon our forty days were up
and then the Whiteman revealed his plans
In time, he corrupted our leaders
We rose amongst ourselves
Brother against brother, we fought for survival
all to fulfill the Whiteman's lust
of manpower to work in his plantations
Its funny how it all began actually
He came on his strange animal
which had two wheels
He said he brought the good news
but all the Whiteman did was divide
poem by Paul Mkupa Gondwe
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A Confession from the Jailhouse
I killed my brother in a dream
And heard my mother sob and scream
For me to stop and spare his life
And put away that carving knife.
My brother was an upright man,
The successful type who always can
Elicit praise from everyone
For all the good things they have done.
He never gambled, never lied,
And never showed a bit of pride
Though he achieved far more than most -
No, I never heard my brother boast.
He was his parents hope and joy
From when he was a little boy,
And yet I claim he was a thief
Who brought me so much pain and grief.
I met a lass and fell in love
And promised by the stars above
That I'd be faithful, always true,
And worship her my whole life through.
She met my brother at a dance,
He smiled at her and took his chance,
My 'noble' brother stole from me
The girl I loved so jealously.
Alas, my dream became a fact
That night I callously attacked
My brother with a kitchen knife
Because I knew he'd steal my wife.
Now they have locked me in a cell
When I should surely burn in Hell,
I killed a better man than me
And they will never set me free.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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In The End
I Saw Red
Warrant
Oo it must be magic
How inside your eyes I see my destiny Every time we kiss
I feel you breathe your love to deep inside of me
And if the moon and stars should fall
They'd be east to replace
I would lift you up to heaven
And you would take their place
Then I saw red
When I opened up the door
I saw red
Heart just spilled on to the floor
And I didn't need to see his face
I saw yours
I saw red then I closed the door
I don't think I'm gonna love you anymore
Everyday I wake up
I thank God that you are
Still a part of me
Opened up the door to which
So many people never find the way
Snd if the sun
Should ever fail to send its light
We will burn a thousand candles
And make everything alright
Then I saw red
Wnen I opened up the door
I saw red
Heart just spilled onto the floor
And I didn't need to see his face
I saw yours
I saw red then I closed the door
I don't think I'm gonna love you anymore
I've been hurt
And I've been blind
I'm not sure that I'll be fine
I never thought it would
End this way
Oo it must be magic
song performed by by Warrant
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Goodbye Brother
Am off and gone,
for my paradise is far,
at least...paradise brother.
I doubt your tears brother,
for I found no home here,
but a place in a friends place.brother.
Voidness resides in friend's tears
for pain of loosing a love
Oh! weak blood bond.brother.
He gave me love brother,
food when I did starve, brother
but brother you bothered not.
poem by Fate Mcfate
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A glimpse
a glimpse
the half opened door
some would say
a half closed door
it all depends on the
state of mind you are in
well half closed for pessismist
and half opened for optimist
half opened or half closed door
so long as it is open
and not close
a good exercise for the mind
of a story teller, novelist, a film maker
a glimpse at the half closed door
the mind is thrown open
like the kick you would give
a half opened door
so that you and pet cat could
glide through easily
the stories that start coming out
from a glimpse at the half opened door
agatha's murdered corpse lying behind
a stalker, a ghost in the corridor of the mind
from the glimpse of the half closed door
a million possibilities, ideas pouring forth
half closed door, half opened door
whichever way you may say
it is an opened door
a million stories, ideas, possibilities
knock at the door of my mind
a glimpse of the half closed, half opened door
my half closed half opened eyes
open themselves to my ever curious mind
boundless as the universe
inspired by
A Glimpse
A GLIMPSE, through an interstice caught,
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room, around the stove,
late of a winter night-And I unremark'd seated in a corner;
Of a youth who loves me, and whom I love, silently approaching, and
seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand;
A long while, amid the noises of coming and going-of drinking and
oath and smutty jest,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little,
perhaps not a word.
Walt Whitman
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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I Saw Red
Ooh, it must be magic
How inside your eyes, I see my destiny
And every time we kiss, I feel you
Breathe your love so deep inside of me
If the moon and stars should fall
They'd be easy to replace
I would lift you up to heaven
And you would take their place
(Chorus): And I saw red when I opened up the door
I saw red, my heart just spilled onto the floor
And I didn't need to see his face...
Cause I saw yours
I saw red and then I closed the door
And I don't think I'm gonna love you anymore
And every day I wake up
I thank God that you are still a part of me
We've opened up the door to it
So many people never find the key
And if the sun should ever fail to send its light
We would burn a thousand candles
And make everything alright
Chorus
I've been hurt, I've been blind
I'm not sure that I'll be fine
I never thought it would end this way
Cause I saw red when I opened up the door
I saw red, my heart just spilled onto the floor
And I didn't need to see his face
Oh, I saw yours
I saw red and then I closed the door
And I don't think I'm gonna love you anymore...
Yeah... ooh, it must be magic...
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All My Brothers
I walk with my brother the Christian,
But I do not believe as he, I am not his Christian brother.
I walk with my brother the Jew,
Not born to his name, I am not his brother.
I walk with my brother the Muslim,
Infidel to him, he does not call me his brother.
They know only their god, not one that I can know.
I walk with my brother the Hindu.
We are love and all are one.
I walk with my brother the Buddhist
He has known me in our past family
I walk with my brother the Taoist
We are on this path but for a moment.
They know god and I am he.
I walk with my brother the Shaman,
He sees the animal spirit within me.
I walk with my brother the Pagan,
He knows only the nature from which we come.
I walk with my brother the Tribesman,
He finds my place with his people.
They know of god in everything.
I walk with my brother the deer
He watches me with curiosity
I walk with my brother the crane,
He wonders if I can catch him.
I walk with my brother the serpent,
He sees me as warmth.
They know nothing of God.
poem by R.L. Ohlhausen
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Mugging in Edinburgh
The Yank came in over night
and at breakfast that morning
in the Edinburgh hotel
he said
I was mugged last night
at the railway station
and your brother said
how comes that happened?
Well I was in the john
the Yank said
and someone banged
on the door of the stall
and said
open up I’m going to throw up
and so I opened up
and the guy pushed me back
and stole my wallet
out of my pants
and ran off with it
and you said
you opened up
to let the guy in
while you were on the john?
well I wasn’t thinking
the Yank replied
I just thought
well he needs to get in
and the other guests
at the table
looked at each other
but said nothing
and your brother said
what did you do then?
Oh I finished my business
and phoned the cops
the Yank said
and they
were most helpful
they said they’d
get in touch
when they caught the guy
and you said
you want any ketchup
with that sausage,
bacon and egg?
and the Yank nodded
and you felt his hand
touching your leg.
poem by Terry Collett
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That Doesn't Make Sense
Wait a minute?
That doesn't make sense!
Because you have become successful...
Doing what you have always done,
They feel you will become less successful,
If they ignored you?
I don't get it!
That doesn't make sense!
Haven't they always ignored you?
And you, them?
Wait a minute?
That doesn't make sense!
If you ignored them better than they have ignored you,
Wouldn't that make you even more successful?
And that's what you've done in the first place?
Maybe they're trying to get you to notice they're ignoring you?
And you're not paying them any attention?
But that's what's going on anyway?
Wait a minute?
That doesn't make sense!
'I know!
And less of it is being made everyday!
Hopefully this will become very lucrative? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Door to the Past
The door is opened to the past,
Success brings up regret,
Saving times and being aghast.
Stations of life amassed,
Ringing on the phone was an asset,
The door is opened to the past.
My joy justified beauty and blast,
Resting was actually on a bayonet,
Saving times and being aghast.
The celebration of a sight is to broadcast,
On the television like the alphabet,
The door is opened to the past.
Messing with systems of life fast,
Creates unemployment and debt,
Saving times and being aghast.
The story is simply one to last,
Enjoying a tale that one has met,
Saving times and being aghast,
The door is opened to the past.
poem by Naveed Akram
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When One Door Closes
When one door closes,
Another comes along to be opened.
Do not become upset with regret,
As the slow pace of the waiting...
Seems to have forgotten you.
Moving with anticipation...
Cures this stagnation of one's thoughts.
And before you know it...
That door of opportunity,
Doesn't require a knock.
It is already opened!
And the gifts that are there...
Are much greater,
Than perceived.
When one door closes,
Another comes along to be opened.
However...
In some cases,
All that has to be done...
Is to walk in to let it be known,
You have arrived to accept your blessings!
And only then does it become realized...
Your low and no more money days are gone!
Something with abundance has come to fulfill,
All your needs succeeding those of limitation.
And it is clear what and 'who' this 'Deity' is!
And...
Once again you are lifted!
Feeling a forgiveness that frees!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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