My Niece – Marilese
As I grew I heard a lot about Marilese
I was informed that this was my Niece
Incredibly smart I was informed – this Niece of Mine
Never was I afforded the opportunity though
To better get to know her so
What no one knew - Except my Niece and me
Life is planned – One day we were destined to meet
One sunny day – my grannies unfortunate funeral
Our two souls connected
Completely unexpected
Completely flabbergasted was I
With this Niece of mine
So excited and impressed with this Niece of mine
For hours we could chat
About this and that
Completely subtracted from the reality around us
Grandfather told me I was not smart
Also told this girl – very smart
Yet we could click as easy as that
I don’t care who says what
This Niece of mine is very cool
Marilese – Thanks for the love in your heart
Maybe one-day I’ll be as smart
Thank you for sharing this talent of yours
It is your wisdom that I adore
poem by Michael Knight
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I'm cute - and God I hate that. Because that's not cool. I'm like your niece, and nobody wants to date their niece. It's the chubby cheeks. The whole reason people voted for me on American Idol is because I'm an everyday, normal girl.
quote by Kelly Clarkson
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That Is The Way
Go and speak to your niece (do this do that)
Kiss your aunt on the cheek
Dont talk back, now run along
Its gone eight, say goodnight
Thats the way that its done
Boy and girl, girl and boy
This is how you do it and
Who am I to reason why
Wear a shirt, wear a tie
You look smart in a suit
Use your fork in the left
Straighten up shoulders back
This is the way that its done
song performed by by Xtc
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Stolen Moments
Because you were stillborn my little niece
The moment of me holding you in my arms for the first time has been stolen.
I’ll never have that moment of hearing you say my name that moment has also been stolen.
I’ll never feel your sweet kisses on my cheek or your hugs around my neck more stolen moments.
A lot of the special moments we would have shared have been stolen.
But I want you to know the moment of me loving you my little sweet angel was not.
The moment I knew of you; you stole my heart.
I’ll love you in this moment and every moment for the rest of my life.
This poem is dedicate in memory to my little niece who I passed away today 3/1/08. She was stillborn
Early Dawn
again the sounds of the strong waves
reverberate in your mind
the strong winds may have gone
to another place
you know not where but they will always be there
you are bound to write another piece
perhaps one now for your niece
oh, there are other more important things to do
they all tell you
but you cannot do otherwise
you are bound to write another piece
a beautiful one
another important piece
not only for your niece
something about inner peace
not about Greece or any caprice
it is about God and goodness full
He keeps on loving on a handful
All of you, without crease without grease
His love unceased, always a timepiece.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ms Shay
Thirty-one years old...
Wow how time has passed.
With looks of a teen-ager!
'Now Shayla...
You and I know that ain't gon' last! '
But you have a timeless beauty,
And what's greater is your heart that's pure.
You have Kamara and Kevin...
Two wonderful children you raise.
They reflect your terrificness,
And you deserve the praise.
I wont mention your cooking...
Because someone else might be reading this,
And looking!
But I will say this...
I've heard you cook a mean pot of grits!
You know Uncle Larry likes to tease...
Especially you, my beautiful niece!
And when all is said and done...
I want the world to know,
How magnificent you have become!
I am so proud of you, 'Ms Shay'
And I am wishing you a glorious,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Dedicated to My Niece:
Ms Shayla Louise Dixon
On her birthday
August 21st 2007
'Love you, My precious one! '
Uncle Larry
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Uncle Eighty
I was then a little lass sweet
In mama's warmth replete
The midnight blue fascinated me
With mama's arms around me
Later that little me
Grew along iridescent dreams yummy
Imbued with a woolly-woolly sweater
Fascinatingly in midnight-blue colour
A gift of yonder lore
Filially given to adore
Booming and booming to soar
Up the sky affectionately to score
That sweater got itself unravelled
Endearingly outflowing behind
To this day closely to me continuously
Caressess my mind to linger on
Your special affection on and on
Unending strands of love and care
You hold to knit for me I'm aware
Brighter than thousand counts of moon
Your love is ardent and sheen
And that alone this niece does ever mean
A life of eight decades
With a hopeful heart of upgrades...
You simply stand out with excellence
Holding a holy codex of your life-experience
Indeed an exemplar luminous
Let flow those unravelled endearing strands
Pass on their way through ever your blessings
Many more returns of this nascent gaiety
Wishing you is niece sixty
On your birth-day eighty
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Wisdom is better than wit, and in the long run will certainly have the laugh on her side.
Jane Austen in from a letter to her niece (18 November 1814)
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Sorry I missed your funeral.
Will you ever forgive, me for missing your funeral?
You might have seen the pain I felt when I heard you passed
Every time I see your picture
My heart just pours out
My eyes get filled with tears
Cud be because I never said goodbye
Daps I really loved you
Deep down in my heart you still live
Your memory lives in me
You I will never forget
Bhelekazi be free, and maybe then I too will be
All I need to know is ….
Are you mad at me?
Have you forgiven me?
For missing your funeral
I was never told of your ill health
Only of your death I was told
How I wish you were still alive
So many things we cud have shared
How can you die so early?
When I was just to matriculate
You were a strong and a loving person
Humble and trusting
Will you ever forgive me for missing your funeral?
Of little words you were
Of much love you gave
You’d take me and Zameka
And brag about your two daughters
Though I was just your niece
I love you Bhelekazi
I miss you so-langa
Will you ever forgive me?
For missing your funeral
poem by Nangamso Ndikandika
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I’m Maurice Chevalier’s Niece
I’M MAURICE CHEVALIER’S NIECE
I’m Maurice’s niece,
I am French like he.
I painted the Eiffel tower,
where he was born,
He is happy, too bad he’s gone.
I could have been
in a movie
with him,
He would sing
to Melodie
'Wonderful Things'.
Like “Thank Heaven For Little Girls”
Thank you Maurice, you’re the
Sweetest Frenchmen in the world.
Now, he is in a photo at piano
with Marilyn Monroe,
they were going to be in
a movie together I thought
you should know.
Now we have
his and Marilyn's
movies, photos and songs,
to play day or
all night long.
See you in Heaven
Maurice Chevalier,
I will sing for your birthday,
a song with Melodie Mezoree’.
Written on March 22nd 2011 by Christina Sunrise
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Who Am I? - A Guess Poem
Emotional, sensitive, vindictive
Beautiful in my own way
I know that I can be dumb
But I am smart in subjects that you aren't
I fight back when I'm cornered
So don't backstab me
I'm the one that no one notices
So, who am I?
Now, the poem she wrote about me.
I'm nice
I am honest
I am easy to get along with
It's hard to get me mad
I care about friends
I try to hide my emotions
I'm smart
I stand up for people
So, who am I?
(This one is mine that is about a good friend of mine named Jaime Anderson.)
poem by Stacey Gibbs
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Brothers John And Tommy
John my older brother lives in a southern state
Tommy is the youngest is still in
the Land Of 1,000 Lakes.
John used to play practical jokes
on me- he would laugh and poke.
John and Tommy did hide a toy character of mine
my sister Lisa grabbed it from Tommy in the nick of time.
Tommy of course reacted with funny words
he was family clown, he wasn't a nerd.
Tommy used to have bright pink hair
he wore droopy pants with a big wide flair.
John is a business man who did succeed
he used to live in New Jersey now he has a family.
Tommy one day will have a child-
my niece or nephew will be like him- kind of wild.
John has girls that are sweet and smart
they are gracious girls with kind hearts.
Nice to have brothers that can make you laugh
just as long as it's not about you having gas.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on April 9,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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I have two new nephews and a new niece this year, so I have plenty of kids that I can spend time with.
quote by Anjelica Huston
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Earth Hour Party:
my niece begins to lose
count of the stars
haiku by Chenou Liu
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Brother John And Tommy
John my older brother lives in a southern state
Tommy is the youngest is still in the Land of The 1,000 Lakes.
John used to play practical jokes
on me- he would laugh and poke.
John and Tommy did hide a toy character of mine
my sister Lisa grabbed it from Tommy in the nick of time.
Tommy of course reacted with funny words
he was family clown, he wasn't a nerd.
Tommy used to have bright purple hair
he wore droopy pants with a big wide flair.
John is a business man who did succeed
he used to live in New Jersey now he has a family.
Tommy one day will have a child
niece or nephew will be like him- kind of wild.
John's has girls that are sweet and smart
they are gracious girls with kind hearts.
Nice to have brothers that can make you laugh
just as long as it's not about you having gas.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on April 9,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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I have a 92 year old father whose doing beautifully who lives in Chicago and a sister and a nephew and a niece and I love coming back and try to do so fairly often.
quote by Bob Balaban
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Smart Woman
Smart woman (in a real short skirt)
By: jimmy buffett, marshall chapman
1988
This song is about being in my 40's in the 80's. it seems i'm learing more than i'm forgetting.
-- spoken:
"so i told her, ooh you got money of your own? well, that gives me the urge to merge."
Bimbo limbo is where i've been
I know you know that it's wearing me thin
The times are changing, and it's about time
I'm rearrangin' all the guilt in my mind
Chorus:
I'm looking for a smart woman in a real short skirt
Smart woman who knows how to flirt
Smart woman got a mind of her own
Smart woman that'll take me home
Take me home
I'm not your macho kind of guy
But i can be so when i'm feeling shy
Hey, baby, where'd you get your good looks
Ooh, babe, i want to carry your books
Chorus:
I'm looking for a smart woman in a real short skirt
Smart woman who knows how to flirt
Smart woman got a mind of her own
Smart woman that'll take me home
Take me home
Beauty and brains (beauty and brains)
Best of both worlds (best of both worlds)
Think i can change (think i can change)
If you'll be my, be my, be my girl
Chorus:
I'm looking for a smart woman in a real short skirt
Smart woman who knows how to flirt
Smart woman got a mind of her own
Smart woman that'll take me home
Take me home
Chorus:
I'm looking for a smart woman in a real short skirt
Smart woman who knows how to flirt
Smart woman got a mind of her own
Smart woman better take me home
Take me home
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Life Vs Mylife
LIFE
IS HAPPY AND GOOD
MY LIFE
IS FULL OF SHAME AND REGRET
LIFE
CONSISTS OF EVERYONE
MY LIFE
CONSISTS OF ONLY ME
LIFE
CONSISTS OF LIFE
MY LIFE
CONSISTS OF DEATH AND PAIN
LIFE
TOLD ME WHAT I KNOW NOW
MY LIFE
HELPED ME BELIEVE IT
LIFE
TAUGHT ME TO BE STRONG
MY LIFE TAUGHT ME TO BECOME IT
LIFE
IS THE SUBJECT
MY LIFE
IS THE REASON
LIFE
TOLD ME TO FIGHT
MY LIFE
TOLD ME TO GIVE UP
LIFE
THOUGHT I ACTUALLY WOULD GIVE UP
MY LIFE
KEPT ME STRONG FOR ME, MY FAMLY, MY NIECE (RIP) , AND MY FRIENDS
LOVE THE POETIC PRINCESS
poem by Michole Petersen
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Poo Secrets
Poo Secrets
Are never kept..) It(s..adored
...) it(s..sharing....) it(...with..you
) it(s my deepest darkest fears you out found here.
If I am so smart why does It rant? you
are feeling this.
If I am so smart how did I end up inside
those cold, fast thighs?
I was smart enough to dodge, your slap.
Then the abuse really started....
I kept going back for more...
her verbals became more than Pascals.
My body became more, than her work of art.
It just, was not very smart enough, it became...
Her very own, personal....toy to hurt to maim..
just for joy..as it became dumber she became
smarter in waves...smarter so smart, she
could even stick knives in...it, > it
poem by Is It Poetry
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Halloween Paranoia
I thought I heard a sound
Late at night, I saw a clown
I looked again, to see my uncle Ben
He whispered to me...
'Don't be sad, my lovely niece.
Grab a blanket made of fleece.
Go to bed, close your eyes.
And when your sleeping I'll say 'Goodbye''
poem by AutumnRose Narvey
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I Have This Philosophy
As a child I had threatened to run away.
In fact...
It was either the fourth or the fifth time,
When I made that anoouncement...
To come to realize,
No one was paying me any attention at all.
And on one of those occasions,
My mother told me to take out the garbage...
Before I went anywhere!
She really didn't understand the severity of the moment.
I was all of ten years old and extremely serious.
I was trying to make this point...
I was going to be missed!
My niece, Shayla, did the same thing.
But she came back home to say to her parents,
She had a need for her checkbook and had forgotten it.
Like me...
She has excellent penmanhip.
AND she doesn't play.
Or has time for nonsense.
She's all business and serious.
'Go Shayla.
I'm so glad you discovered adulthood! '
We both had lots to learn about life.
Especially the part of life that one learns...
DO NOT BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS,
Anythng connected to your survival.
Including those who give lucrative allowances...
To afford our checkbooks...to forget!
I love my niece.
As young people,
We begin to test those independent waters...
Early.
Many of us were forced to.
But as we grow...
Those 'come-and-find-me' games,
Are a bit childish, tired and very old.
And when one plays them over fourty...
Something should connect in their minds,
They play these games alone.
I have this philosophy about life...
If you can not teach a grown cat hygiene,
And if an adult runs into hiding...
In fear of reprisals for something wrong they've done.
Only to seek, ultimately, a pat on the back.
To be stroked like a missing cat when they return....
That person is in need more than 'a' lesson to learn.
That litter box needs to be put outside of the house for good.
'What does that mean? '
I did not say it was a 'good' philosophy...
To be quickly understood.
Some philosophies have to sit and marinate,
Longer than some.
I said I 'have' this philosophy about life.
You figure it out!
It has to be lived to enable it to make sense.
And stop looking at me like that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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