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Sister's Garden

It's already cool, it's already late,

It's already autumn

In sister's garden, silent and still;

Her step has turned white.

A blackbird call lost and late,

It's already autumn

In sister's garden, silent and still;

An angel became.

poem by Georg Trakl
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Pirouetting Autumn

The tree blushed - a rude blast of air
Betrayed a shapely bough.
My saddened heart aware
That Nature's clock was chiming,
I froze upon the twelfth
Clanging tone, caught alone,
Staring at a creaking door -
Left ajar for dancing, coloured Autumn,
Pirouetting in her leaves,
While agitated summer creatures
Backed away resignedly,
Sighing in protracted breves.
I turned; gave company;
We stood together, watching
Summer slowly blow away.

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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My Sister And A Tall Mister

I once had a little sister
Who went about with a tall mister
She won't listen to mother and I
Just because she wasn't nine

My little sister's name was Ruth
And she feels I'm such a brute
Just because I said No
To a mam she feels she knows

The tall mister wasn't so bad
But in fits of anger he could be mad
And that my little sister don't want to hear
Feeling all that she could bear

So my mother and I took a decision
To allow my sister to take an action
Afterall she is a lady
And old enough to have a baby

After about a year of marriage
I had a call from my brother-in-law
He's been a bloody savage
And has since been caught up by law

When you are late
Then its finally late
Cos by then she was gone
After she was killed with a gun

when I think about my little sister
And the brute tall mister
I always feel pain
Of which there is no gain

(To all those who lost there close relatives to in-Laws)

poem by Tobi Awodunmila
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The Wrong House

I went into a house, and it wasn't a house,
It has big steps and a great big hall;
But it hasn't got a garden,
A garden,
A garden,
It isn't like a house at all.

I went into a house, and it wasn't a house,
It has a big garden and great high wall;
But it hasn't got a may-tree,
A may-tree,
A may-tree,
It isn't like a house at all.

I went into a house, and it wasn't a house -
Slow white petals from the may-tree fall;
But it hasn't got a blackbird,
A blackbird,
A blackbird,
It isn't like a house at all.

I went into a house, and I thought it was a house,
I could hear from the may-tree the blackbird call…
But nobody listened to it,
Nobody
Liked it,
Nobody wanted it at all.

poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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The Woman I Call Sister

The woman I call sister
Is someone who is there
The woman I call sister
Is someone who always cares.

The woman I call sister
Can make me smile when times are blue
The woman I call sister
Is someone very true.

The woman I call sister
By choice, is my best of friend
The woman I call sister
Will be there till the end

The woman I call sister
Is the blessing from God above
The woman I call sister
Is the sister that I'll always love.

poem by Marissa Gertmenian
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My sister dont

My sister please dont cry
My sister dry your eyes
My sister don't end your life
My sister your not his wife
My sister he's cold as a snake
My sister he's just a fake
My sister everything will be better when you wake
My sister Ive seen the pills you take
My sister he's full of lies
My sister don't even try
My sister your the one everyone likes
My sister don't start a fight
My sister it ends tonight
My sister I need you, don't end your life

poem by Jackrabbit Krjs
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My Sister my sister

My sister holds me tight
My sister kisses me goodnight
My sister knows when I’m mad
My sister helps me when I’m sad
My sister is so smart
My sister has my heart
My sister loves me lots
My sister ties the knots
My sister is here to stay
My sister I have until this very day
My sister I wish you well
My sister yes I can tell
My sister asked if I lied
My sister knows if I’ve cried
My sister has moved away
My sister is in my heart to and will always stay

poem by Emilie Jackson
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Blackbirds Can Dance

What an easy Spring day watching the garden grow
Then along comes a blackbird dancing, feet to toe

You might call it the worm-dance for tucker’s chance
That little critter was doing the two-step, at a glance

He hopped to the left and, then, two-steps right
I tell you that blackbird’s dance was rather alright

Guess you think I had nothing better to do…
Than to watch that little fella with his dance one-two

Sure I do; but the garden work was all done
Still, I was so amused for all the worms he got for fun

poem by ArmourQuill Hunter
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Robin Redbreast

Good-bye, good-bye to Summer!
For Summer's nearly done;
The garden smiling faintly,
Cool breezes in the sun;
Our Thrushes now are silent,
Our Swallows flown away, --
But Robin's here, in coat of brown,
With ruddy breast-knot gay.
Robin, Robin Redbreast,
O Robin dear!
Robin singing sweetly
In the falling of the year.

Bright yellow, red, and orange,
The leaves come down in hosts;
The trees are Indian Princes,
But soon they'll turn to Ghosts;
The scanty pears and apples
Hang russet on the bough,
It's Autumn, Autumn, Autumn late,
'Twill soon be Winter now.
Robin, Robin Redbreast,
O Robin dear!
And welaway! my Robin,
For pinching times are near.

The fireside for the Cricket,
The wheatstack for the Mouse,
When trembling night-winds whistle
And moan all round the house;
The frosty ways like iron,
The branches plumed with snow, --
Alas! in Winter, dead and dark,
Where can poor Robin go?
Robin, Robin Redbreast,
O Robin dear!
And a crumb of bread for Robin,
His little heart to cheer.

poem by William Allingham
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In Autumn's Moonlight

In Autumn's Moonlight
Leaves dance by chance...
In winds of change.

In Autumn's Moonlight
Shadows turn yesterday's garden...
To a rustle of blue and gray.

In Autumn's Moonlight
A breath turns to mist...
and the memory of a past love...
is a cool tear, upon a brisk soul.

poem by M.Dean Everett
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Remnant

O spiritual reunion

In old autumn.

Yellow roses

Defoliated by the garden fence,

A great pain melted

To a dark tear,

O sister!

So still the golden day ends.

poem by Georg Trakl
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Little Sister

Words and music by rick nielsen
Well Ive been around here for way too long
Its really time to go
But theres reasons for my madness
Though it doesnt show
I sit and wait and contemplate what am I gonna say
When the telephone rings I hear her voice
She speaks that special way
Alright now, little sister
Wait all night for the call
Shes alright with me
Shes so hot, shes on fire
Oo little sister
Fills me up with desire
Oo little sister
Sun goes down when she gets up
I dont think I can get enough
Little sister, little sister
Little sister, little sister
Somethings flowing through my veins
What it is I dont know
Its a three alarm fire in my heart
Hope it doesnt show
Call the doctor, call the judge
Justice of the peace
Pluck this flower in full bloom
This relatives no niece
Alright now, little sister
Wait all night for the call
Shes alright with me
Shes so hot, shes on fire
Oo little sister
Fills me up with desire
Oo little sister
Sun goes down when she gets up
I dont think I can get enough
Little sister, little sister
Little sister, little sister
Im at the crossroads waiting for a call
Back against the wall again
But Im not just expecting anyone
When I get the call that says it all
She says yeah (robin, Ill be right over)
Shes so hot, shes on fire
Oo little sister
Fills me up with desire
Oo little sister
Sun goes down when she gets up
I dont think I can get enough
Little sister, little sister
Little sister, little sister
Oo, I like it when you talk dirty to me
Shes so hot, shes on fire
Oo little sister
Fills me up with desire
Oo little sister
Sun goes down when she gets up
I dont think I can get enough
Little sister, little sister
Little sister, little sister
(repeat to coda)

song performed by by Cheap Trick
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Woman I call Sister (Martha)

The woman I call sister
will always be there
The woman I call sister
is a person that will always care

The woman I call sister
is a person I will always love
The woman I call sister
is a blessing from God above

The woman I call sister
will stay true till the end
The woman I call sister
will be my best friend

So the woman I call sister
will be the blood related one
And the woman I call sister
will be the ONLY one :)

poem by Isabel Robles
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My sister My sister

My sister my sister,
Is not the best.
My sister my sister,
Oh give it a rest.

My sister my sister,
Stop with the drama.
My sister my sister,
Dumb as a llama.

My sister my sister,
I'm not supposed to see.
My sister my sister,
Dumb as can be.

poem by McKenzie Bellen
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my little sister's GONE: (

She was five when her sister left
And with her gone she felt like she experienced death
She was too young to even know what that meant
Apart for seven months is what they spent
Her older sister was her best friend
She always looked up to her
Her smile she would always lend

She witnessed drugs
Barely given a hug
Barely shown any love
And just when she lost hope
Her sister would always show up
At the most needed time
Her sister never knew it
But she always completed her inside
And then her sister would go away again
And the same thing would happen

Then suddenly her sister stopped coming around
For a better life is what she thought she had found
A better life that didn’t include her
But she never knew that every day
Her sister thought about her
She always wondered where her sister went
And why she always left without their lives together spent

One day she gotten taken away
To a family friend
And for a while she would stay
But she was still mistreated
Barely eaten
Always hit
But she never told her sister this shyt
When her sister would call
She’d say I’m okay
Cause her sisters on speaker phone
What more could she really say

Her sister always promised that she would visit
And every day she waited
Hoping she’d keep it
But then she realized she was stuck
But knew that her sister still had love
It was just hard for her to see her face
And she felt like in this world she had no place

One day her sister came for her
She went to church and looked for her
She asked where is my little sister
And they all replied GONE
That’s when I soon discovered what exactly had been done
I always promised my sister Shilah that I would come and see her
And she waited until she finally gave up
And now she’s gone and I know it’s my fault
If I had only come sooner
She would still be here
She would still know that I cared
She waited for me to keep my promise
And I did but it was too late
and now i feel dis-honest

poem by Shilesha Johnson
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In The Garden Of Olives

the garden of olives is silent.
it has been silent for years.

no one wants to tell its story.
about a garden of olives and

how blood reaches there
there it is, unreached by humanity,

untouched by the fingers of civilization
certified virgin garden of olives.

three shadows on twilight.
gone.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Summer Time Love

I’m sorry, you’re not the girl for me
I know it might be wrong, but I’m in love with your sister

Do you recall when we barbecued at the beach,
Your sister was wearing a swimsuit, she’s so beautiful.
Your sister’s got that angel effect, it can’t be helped
I’m falling to her, I’m losing restrain

I’m sorry, you’re not the girl for me
I know it might be wrong, but I’m in love with your sister

Do you remember when we were at the theater,
Your sister was sitting next to me, she’s so entertaining
Your sister’s got the sunshine effect, it’s so scenic
I can’t get her off my mind, I’m addicted

I’m sorry, you’re not the girl for me
I know it might be wrong, but I’m in love with your sister

Do you remember when I drove your sister to school,
Your sister was in my arms for the first time, she’s so captivating
Your sister and I took off, we didn’t get back till the next day
I’ve fallen for her, I lost all ideals

I’m sorry, you’re not the girl for me
I know it might be wrong, but I’m in love with your sister

Do you remember when I vacationed with your sister,
Your sister was in love with me for the first time, she’s so perfect
Your sister’s got the marry me girl effect, it can’t be rejected
I’m chained to her now, I’m impassive

I know it might’ve been a waste, everything that I aimed for
I’m in love with your sister and It doesn’t matter anymore,
I don’t know how to confess this to you, I don’t care
Can’t you see that you’re just not the girl for me?

It might seem like a temporary fantasy
I know it might be wrong, but I’m in love with your sister

poem by Aiden Florence
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Only On This Day...

For: J.L.

It was a cool, July, and it was dusk.
The gentle winds that blew,
brushed the Autumn of your hair.

And a mist, as like in Autumn, touch
your face, as I stood still.

I could not help but wonder, as in Autumn,
are the bees yet in their hive? Snuggled
closely, in their Autumn winter bed.?

An Autumn sun, hid behind the clouds above.
It knew not of this July, only of Autumn, in the air.
It knew of flowers drooping, their brightness,
now fading and curled. It knew of falling leaves,
and colors still so bright. A lone tree against a colored
sky, seemed naked in this July. With all of
this, and some to go, it must be Autumn...Autumn...
Autumn, for this I know.

What of the woman, with the hair of Autumn?
Her eyes of Autumn color and colored clothes
the same. It can not be July for
Autumn is abound.

Autumns every where. Circling sparrows in sky
above, swoop down, in hunt, for the final seeds
of Autumn. How could this be July,
or has the sparrows lost their way?

Surely, this is Autumn, for the chill is in they air.
And, isn't that an Autumn grass, below that
old oak tree? As the gentle Autumn winds,
carry silence for the day.

Now the mist of Autumn, are falling drops of rain.
No, not a shower in July, but an Autumn day,
now cast in gloom, against a steel gray sky.

Autumn, shall never be the same, since
that Autumn day in mid July.

poem by Joe Fazio
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Days Like This...Remind Me Of You