Things to Say to Your Younger Sibling - a family poem, a sibling poem

Things to Say to Your Younger Sibling
by
Greg Pincus

Candy’s legal to steal.
Yes, zombies are real.
Dad said I’m in charge.
Your cookie’s too large.
Of course, I won’t tell.
You tripped? No. You fell.
Bird poop’s nutritious.
Mom’s meatloaf’s delicious.
Oops. My fist slipped.
Fell? I was tripped!
Oh, no! You’ve been cursed!
Looks safe. You go first.
Sooooooo sorry you lost.
My fingers were crossed.

This poem actually came from one of my prompts at March Poetry Madness... though you won't find the "prompting word" in it. Can you guess which one? Anyway, it never worked in well, though I quite liked the poem! Voting for many poems is ongoing at The Madness - right now including my own poem in epic poetic battle with a pantoum! Good stuff. I hope you'll check it all out.

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I Do Not Like My Haircut -- a poem about a bad haircut/a haircut poem

I DO NOT LIKE MY HAIRCUT
by
Gregory K.

I do not like my haircut.
I’ll never get another.
Or if I do, next time, for sure, it won’t be from my brother.


I'm posting an original poem each day in April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and I post all year round, because poetry is NOT just for April!) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".

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I Lost My Voice -- a voice poem/a baby brother poem

I LOST MY VOICE
by
Gregory K. Pincus

This morning when I first got up, I knew I’d lost my voice.
I truly couldn’t make a sound (which made my sis rejoice).
I’d had my voice the night before. I wondered where it went.
I checked my floor, beneath the bed, inside the heating vent.
I peeked in every dresser drawer. I looked both high and low.
I figured it was somewhere near, but where I didn’t know.
I searched and searched until I screamed in vain in great frustration…
But then I heard my voice, and it was deep in conversation!
My voice was with my father in the kitchen down the hall,
And I have to say I didn’t like the words it spoke at all.
I hurried to the kitchen, and I peeked in through the door.
And what I saw is something that I’d never seen before.
I still can’t quite believe it, but there’s just no way around it...
I lost my voice this morning, and my baby brother found it!



(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, because poetry is NOT just for April) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".)


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Poem of the Day: The Crayola Caper

THE CRAYOLA CAPER
by
Gregory K.


There’s crayon on the tabletop.
There’s crayon on the floor.
The baby got my crayon box
And drew and drew some more.
The house is full of colors now,
Each wall and every door.
Let me look more closely. Yep...
He used all 64.