Ancestors 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

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Forgotten

Forgotten short poem

I have looked in vain, but my name is not listed among the “great” names of history. My heart skips when I learn a distant relative was a name that others will recognize. But the generations between are all forgotten

13 Ghosts

13 Ghosts long poem

Your house is a historical landmark That’s been passed down from Generation to generation but little Did you know this gift you were About to inherit would cause Great chaos and devastation.. Your ancestors are getting Restless now longing for

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A Letter to My Unborn Black Son

A Letter to My Unborn Black Son prose poem

Dear son, African American warrior, Reincarnation of the people of the Sudan. I hope you understand why 
I am writing you this letter. And 
hopefully, by the time you read it
 Race relations in America are a lot 
better than what

American Dreams

American Dreams long poem

Roaring engines blow sand from the shoulder of a broken mirror, They scream into the night. Candy coats capture passing glances, The shine dances with a golden streetlight, Casting gilded dust over newly discovered worlds, Toledo and Boston, Chicago and

African Child

African Child short poem

I am an African child I sing and dance every day I believe in harmony and joy I respect our cultural values and norms I bless our ancestors every day For I believe they foresee the future I grew up

Journey Of Self Discovery

Journey Of Self Discovery short poem

What I am Who I want to be Am I just a stranger in this dinosaur world, or my is existence limited to rest ,eat and pee. Every day is a new day , I try to discover myself, The

Wayanay Inka

Wayanay Inka ode

Wayanay Inca………. I hear your call Within your music flitters my soul! Within the condor flight Within every starry night Within sun rise and sun set Invisible music I can get Within a Mayan pyramid Within the breeze unlimited Within

Oblivion

Oblivion long poem

This face that I lift in my palms so carefully, as if it is grains of sand, shall someday slip through my fingers, as if it is grains of sand. but, for a moment, let me forget. this face that

The Brightened Fire

The Brightened Fire short poem

Tonight sleep was not coming to me. Tears had washed the splinters out of the bruised eyes. It was becoming extremely hard to pulversize the legacy, the tendrils of violence. Wrapped in white shrouds the bodies were laid out on

Holy Knot And Germany My Dream Land

Holy Knot And  Germany My Dream Land long poem

“Holy knot” Marriage is like a book of suspense, Each day contains romance and turbulence. You are excited what is next, You try your level best to prove the best. Sometimes you want to read its climax, But you have

In Purgatorio?

In Purgatorio? short poem

Sometimes I imagine, I am free: free to come out from a diagram, to bring inside out. Ultimately rescued from the ancestors, and ready to face my unborn children. An apparition sneaks in. Transgender? Half human, half god? There is

Predatory

Predatory short poem

Surge of rage in domes of violence skins the history, becomes a frozen embryo of genetic markers, shimmers in society, race and native shirts. Enters into the creation of a saga accomplished by advancing poppies; there was no connection to

The Germ Man

The Germ Man short poem

The shape of space inside my head is relative to boundless loss of antiquity. The wind consists of exceptional conflict. Imminent force, which describes a hazard of sorts, wrapped in a hard-shelled skeleton. Orthodox doctrine originates with the ancestors, descendants

Trees

Trees prose poem

This ungrateful city speaks slowly , not out of shyness because of her short garments , but because its suitcase is overburdened with blood. Bitterly I have been crying since the time I saw her. I cry for my dear

A Spirit’s Tale

A Spirit’s Tale short poem

They brought back saddle without the warrior. Wrinkled eyes of a broken mother frozen with tears, pick up the pieces of carpet woven with blood. Lotuses are disappearing from the serene lake; migrated to seeds. There are no visitors. Who

A Kashmiri Orchard

A Kashmiri Orchard prose poem

O; happy folk, poetry is the fingers of light, descending at evening like an old farmer with eyes cut from azure. It told me that the sun has two long braids, and goes out at dawn to her grandfather’s flourishing

Blue Blood Moutain

Blue Blood Moutain prose poem

The warning had been written centuries before Hearts had not listened nor the story fully heeded. since members of my family decided from one generation to the next passed this vision. Yellow streams of blood red lighting flew down like

Ijaw Children

Ijaw Children short poem

Just as Jehovah planted a garden in Eden, So our lives began without worries. We play Hide-n-Seek and see treasures hidden, So we never live our lives in a hurry. Life was bushy, wonderful, And easy to live on this

Shameful

Shameful short poem

Like an alligator tending her eggs on tongue, death moves the life on strength of charisma, over reaches for requiem and then distributes the raw moments in subterfuge, we play the game to cheat each other without shame. A red

Bound By Ceiling

Bound By Ceiling short poem

Sitting at the edge of a bubble uncooled, trying to light an eternal flame of anonymity; counter the wrangler, one skull in each hand, of ancestors, you prepare for the crime of breaking the umbilical cord. Ostracized, you forge the

World In The Brink

World In The Brink short poem

It was just News flash, nothing to be scared about. They were just News flash from a distant land; from far away land where the inhabitants were, well, that is if they were assumed as people; were thought to feel

The Cave

The Cave prose poem

Along the road to an old city, within the wrinkles of mountains hanged by their heads, spiders are still spreading their webs at caves’ doors. Tales come out off embers, waiting for those who pass by. Canes which are forgetful

Sonnet for Waterkeepers

Sonnet for Waterkeepers sonnet poems

Through all the rank smells of the city’s shore The ocean’s breath says ages of being. Dark blue depths, salty finned life, and much more, Shifting of arm hair aids my eyes seeing My ancestors rising out of the vast

Heritage

Heritage prose poem

What a frustration; after all that warmness which overflowed me by falls of light, I find myself just a crippled shadow of war. I am the heir of green laughs. Here is my heart, look at it. Do you see

Through Binocular Eyes

Through Binocular Eyes short poem

How tall and stout were those who wore big armors? I wondered at a museum of heroic ancestors. In self hypnotism I look through future. find machines are giants, people- pygmies, products outnumber their creators, most inhabitants follow train of

A Goddess Beyond Any Myth

A Goddess Beyond Any Myth long poem

She’s loved by many but walks alone. It’s not because she has no one to comfort her, or that she isolates herself from those surrounding her, but it’s because she’s all the strength and comfort she needs. While others find

General Assembly Type Sacred Space

General Assembly Type Sacred Space long poem

Been working for 31 years and never been to a union meeting to vote on anything other than up on a contract or for a strike the strike is remembered with shame and confusion, no one even asks no one

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Shadows Of Time.

Shadows Of Time. prose poem

Photographs are time machines to the past. Instant moments in time reflecting back to current eyes. A street scene of Boston is hung on my wall a moment sliced out of time from 1893. Trolley cars side by side waggling

You

You short poem

Oh what I wouldn’t give to be loved by YOU oh what a dream come true ‘cuz YOU just got that certain something that fascinates me baby and pleasing YOU would only please me oh how I wish YOU would

Up The Hill

Up The Hill ballad

Up the hill In a valley Daffodils grew on the banks of Kashmir Pretty pink, white and yellow Dancing in the sunshine meadow Little Robin red breast Tweeting on the willow White clouds flirting With the little fellow Up the

Honour The God Gifted Life

Honour The God Gifted Life short poem

Today under the lamp light, My ambitions are glowing bright, When everyone is visiting their dreams, I struggle to settle among the creams, With smoke and shadow as my close friend, I am ready to give any hardship to lend,

Flowering Development Through The Y Chromosome

Flowering Development Through The Y Chromosome long poem

I am a beautiful man though once I was an ugly boy worms split at the advance of my sneakers they knew what was coming I never shared chocolate turned sour to spite me this is no caterpillar and cocoon

Moon Is On Wane

Moon Is On Wane short poem

The full Moon is on wane Shedding her last attic glory on Earth And every aspect of Earth’s being Scorched too much in blazing Sun, Enjoying the Moonshine bath like budding spinsters Drenching in swelling teenage mirth. The air is

God’s Love

Gods Love short poem

God’s love, is pure and true, His Grace, and Mercy, will carry you through. Just take a hold, of His nailed scarred hands, He will carry you through,these desert lands. In times of trouble, and in times of need, With

Pitfalls Of The Imagination

Pitfalls Of The Imagination long poem

It’s a childish sensibility that builds its own walls With drawbridge, moat and ramparts to break down Besieged for years by catapults and archers and fire-slinging foes Before the fortress finally falls and the flag is captured That’s when he

The Gush

The Gush prose poem

It was dusk, twilight sky, gushing waves, I sat on the shore,gazing at the horizon. The birds busily flapped their wings back home, while there I sat, and thought about the vagaries of life. The noise of the sea waves,

The Stripper

The Stripper short poem

She showed up in a faded dress of beige Quite decent, till the time when she sat down And then again when she has crossed her legs This time though, there’s no charge for what she’d shown ‘The clothing shortage

Poem

Poem short poem

It was just what i feel and no philosophy the enchanting moment was now on a page they told me to write in Rhyme couldn’t heed cause what rhyme did to my words – was bind Meandering words built the

Yes No Maybe

Yes No Maybe short poem

I was doing so well. At least so I thought. Maybe For ONE moment, I was over you. Maybe For ONE moment, I was happy. But Suddenly, I saw something, Something amazing, So sophisticated, Made me eager, and intrigued. It

Times Too Little

Times Too Little ballad

As twilight fades into the night, In the silence, I wonder bewitching fragrance from the queen of the night, tossed up by the strong wind reaches the moon lit sky tantalizing the air As on musky Earth I lay soft