Ancestor Poems

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Pain Of Our Ancestors

Pain Of Our Ancestors prose poem

I take my trip to the land of black called Africa where my ancestors live and rule for thousand years. They are like a thunder and dove they never weak nor shaky always at their feet. This is the land

Genesis

Genesis short poem

Back in time. Staring back they are. Wondering about the Ancients they do. Wondering about those who came before. Deep history exploring. Digital archeology, searching. Searching for the Genesis planet. Ancestor programs churned by quantum simulators looking. Looking for probable

Poems containing references to : Ancestor

Anything Is Possible.

Anything Is Possible. prose poem

Where did you come from? Every ancestor you ever had, had to beget with who they begot. If any link in the chain begot with someone different. If someone turned left instead of right. You’d not be here today. By

Papyrus

Papyrus short poem

Let me go first in the cave to see the hollow-eyed, bird-face, my ancestor, relic of reclusive committment, eaten by hierarchical grass, inch by inch. Calories burn to free the bones from the green pond, beached, skinned and fished alive

Under the Banyan Tree

Under the Banyan Tree ode

The Giant Banyan Tree in the country-side, Bunches of thick ropes hanging downward, Full of dark green leaves.Bats hanging from, Its branches with open wings.This ancient Banyan Tree has seen many ups and downs. Our grandmother’s village is calm and

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Remembered

Remembered short poem

REMEMBERED If I could remember the day, the when, the where we last met, all so easy yesterday with a picture framed and set. Within my head, always there available whenever wanted, a picture kept, a memory fair inside me

A Promethean Poem

A Promethean Poem short poem

I shall like to live my life as a Promethean poem And steal to earth God’s most sacred fire from heaven! Which prosody, a psalm of echoes in efflorescence; Which beauty, its raison d’être, the extant of essence; Which truth,

I am torn

I am torn short poem

I look around I see things that I don’t have to I feel things that are sacrilegious I do things that are desecration I can’t breath anymore I can’t smile I can’t laugh I am dragging a dead corpse everywhere

The Compassion Of God

The Compassion Of God short poem

Live today, like there is no tomorrow, Confessing to God, all your sins, and sorrow. Let not the sun go down, upon your wrath, In his blood of forgiveness, take a bath. For there is no promise, of tomorrow you

Of Knots, Stains And Winter

Of Knots, Stains And Winter short poem

Have you ever unfolded a sweater? To rub your hand on it To sniff the lingering scent of mothballs And to touch the memories its yarn has I do, I do it often With my red sweater It has many

I Am Within Myself A World

I Am Within Myself A World short poem

I am within Myself a world The rest, they are mere satellites Orbiting round Me in intimate swirl; I am the dark iris, they the white; I am salvation, the perfect particle, I am a masterpiece complete; I am nirvana,

The Wax Palace

The Wax Palace short poem

You were half-crazy saving little buds brutalized by storm in a yawning night. The ugly silver of a fringe group becomes intentionally a hate cult, developing an epicenter for stripping to devastate a religion. The ghosts are walking in the

Labyrinth

Labyrinth prose poem

In the embrace of our pink tongues Lie our unspoken words, Feel the warmth of our breath, Taste the thick saliva of our love, Oozing out from the buds. The pollen grains of our thick eye lashes meet And dreams

The Heart

The Heart short poem

Come let’s tour my heart, let’s see what’s inside, some things are broken apart, and some things I had to hide, please be careful of the doors you open, countless ending tears so the floors are soaken, see the lacerations

A Killing

A Killing short poem

Buried at sea the dead man lives, as if a blood in a reliquary. Remains of a day were very volatile.The backlash will start with a kiss of moon. By the lack of a sin you meet an ambush lying

When love begins to die

When love begins to die long poem

When love begins to die, I call for a gathering of clouds, ‘where are you taking all the rains we had stored in our hearts, me and my beloved?’ and the clouds say to me, ‘oh! you just waste them

A Dream

A Dream short poem

Last night I dreamed but not of Manderlay. It was instead of the Oak Ridge Cemetery, in Springfield where death evokes life. The moon bathed everything with its silvery beams making it easy to find my way through row upon

What If…

What If... short poem

What if… birds grew trees flew Cats barked and dogs mewed What if… I laughed when I was sad cried when I was glad I sin when I am good and pure when I am bad What if… I break

Not Yet My Time

Not Yet My Time long poem

Death: the most natural And common event in the universe, Yet forsakes us all perplexed. To begin means to end, And to end means to begin— To whatever comes next. I know not, and will not Know of what is

Lost Delights Of Mine

Lost Delights Of Mine short poem

Lost delights of mine, leave me not in unknown ways And all of our dandled days in my fortune’s hand Winder cold wails the wrong of death delays When cold wind blows into my desert sands She has turned within

Deepen

Deepen short poem

Photo by Ambient Damage Take me to the deep surrounds underneath down underground Melt my skin until it flakes Insect food when hell escapes Trapped inside your little head A baby born who believes what’s said 100 years of liars

Deeply Grateful

Deeply Grateful short poem

Well if I were to count my blessings They would outnumber the grains of Sand on the shore but I’m only human And just like everybody I often take Them for granted still that’s no excuse So please forgive me

October Sky

October Sky short poem

Look at the sky It’s rather black in October— a ruse that it’s about to rain when it’s only threatening not intending to do any harm or good whatsoever. Look at the sky keep watching tarry a little, until your

Mother

Mother long poem

She is the one I could rely on in times when things were scarce; to always find a way to get by when thing’s went from bad to worse. She is a true matriarch; the gel at the centre of

Gaurmukh

Gaurmukh short poem

At point highest clouds appear and glide along Locks to climb mouths to bathe in beckon a broken soul Asses astride caution in mind the journey of bumps bundles along Excited at first exhausted at last mile First source of

Breakfast

Breakfast short poem

Each morning she grants me the unique privilege of providing a smile on her face I know quite a bit about the simple things. To watch her walk in and delight herself with the croissant of open lips A splash

Nostalgia

Nostalgia short poem

Don’t forget, our passion of yesterdays. Elevated beating of our hearts. A gentle breeze against my face. Caressing ever so softly. A fine mist of rain, Your touch is refreshing to my skin. Thunder booming, getting closer and closer, our

The Wasteland Limericks

The Wasteland Limericks short poem

The world it was changed with aplomb, When they let loose the nuclear bomb. After living in fear For many a year, Now it’s time to leave Vault 101. But fighting the bandits is hell, When your shotgun does run

2,000 And Something Years Later

2,000 And Something Years Later long poem

2,000 AND SOMETHING YEARS LATER We still need him more than ever… Of course his wasn’t the best of times but Things just keep getting worse and now It’s here to you’re and mine… Well and I just can’t stand

Waltzing Words.

Waltzing Words. short poem

Words have power to light fires of passion in the soul, making unsaid words waltz in unison of the hearts. Words are breath of life, a narrow line between, the real and declared, within one’s awareness of subtle meanings. Words

Reminiscences

Reminiscences short poem

The sludge overtakes the sane euphoria.A barefoot caravan of cloud becomes edgy. The hills have gone green. The cascading falls tend to mount on the scattered stones. Suddenly I go berserk and start hitting the stars moon by moon, when

Son, You Are The Reason For My Existence

Son, You Are The Reason For My Existence prose poem

My bubbly son do you know that you are not just a son to me you dwell in every beat of my heart you are vital breath of my life that always inspires me to be a loving Dad you

One Lucky Guy

One Lucky Guy long poem

Well they say you’re One Lucky Guy I couldn’t write like you if I tried Keep on, keeping on and never let That fire die…I just shake my head And sighed…’cuz they have no idea How little I hoped to

The Quest

The Quest long poem

I stood on the red glimmering rim of horizon, groping my way in my quest for secret of life; I stumbled many a time in the dark region, and bruised myself in my quest for secret of life! The red

Don’t Make Me Use Voodoo On You!

Don’t Make Me Use Voodoo On You! long poem

Well you better treat me good or I will throw out an ancient Voodoo spell on you dead men tell no tells especially when at the bottom of a black water bayou so you better treat me good, I’m a

Hope

Hope short poem

I look through my window and like what I see Clear blue sky soaring high above me The air so fresh and a pleasure to breathe Fluffy white clouds made of what you believe Beneath the canopy of life-giving wonder

One Sided Love

One Sided Love short poem

When I saw you for the first time, Never in my dreams had I thought, You are the one, For whom my heart will vouch. You are the one, For whom my eyes will ache. For, you are the one,

Dream Girl

Dream Girl short poem

She takes both happiness and sorrow in her stride and she remains silent without a murmur so far nobody knows what is in store for her in life One who is close now would have been stranger once Tears of

Hunting

Hunting short poem

Last night the harbourer tracked the stag to his resting place, and at sunrise made a close inspection of the perimeter of the wood, to ensure he had not escaped. When the Master heard this, and was satisfied, he ordered

Lost Cause

Lost Cause short poem

A thousand ships sail towards sun each one carrying the hope of life each searching for the island of life sails set high, urgency in air cover the maximum ground or drown in the star dust burnt by sun, skin