Ancestor Poems - Poems about Ancestor

I am wearing heavy feathers with the gaze of the day lit to my backside. A rotisserie routine, hot with punishment and prayer. Prayer for punishment, punishment for prayer. Answers from a sky beaded in blue birds, upon gods’ supposed pretty blue fabric. Crowned crows and drowned geese barking their bird songs— like god’s dog, a dog’s god. Feedback fed back to my waterproof back. Backed by...

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One poem of mine that warms the heart, And reveals wondrous secrets from the start. If I am enraptured you by my verse, Remember, I was born in Zhylioy first! To those who delve into life’s deep essence, And find joy in its boundless presence. When my poems shake through the earth, Never think of me as dead of worth! I resonated with...

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Doric columns supported the xyst with ancestral plane trees and boxwood lining the spaces between and whispering the secrets of ancient polished stone. The promenade led to the gymnasium where zealous athletes of strength and valor practiced their regiment for the Games to earn enhanced esteem and station. So compelling now to amble and hear their eager, raised voices of so long ago, echoing through...

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You were my sunshine on my darkest day You kept me super grounded when I didn’t know what to say You often tried to tell me just what I should do But I only nodded my head because I am like you You saved me from myself on more than one occasion You listened to me carefully when I had to make a decision...

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I am not the magic of the Sorcerer's scepter I am the luminance of certainty The truth in all, the element's nectar Carbon - iron - oxygen Helium - nitrogen - hydrogen Cast to burn in life's timeless trilogy I am, I was and will forever be Fixed in the vastness of time and solitude An endless void among an indefinable multitude A blazing...

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Be amazed by your strength; it was given to you before your name was spoken. Your strength is adored upon you by many; many who knew of your arrival. They waited, patiently, knowing that you are their merit. Humble, mighty people who paved your way. Now you stand on their shoulders, forever looking high. Never turning back, only to regain their strength. They...

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Yesterday, I took out my new quill pen and a bottle of ink. I sat down at an antique table, lit a half-burned candle and dipped my quill; I wrote on a yellowed pad of calligraphic parchment. Swiftly jettisoned into the past as, the room began to change; the table appearing to be brand new, sported different...

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Psychopomp led me into afterlife into the souls' of our forefathers, into the dire grave, spiritualism, i saw spirits, deities, the deads; the beneficient dead of the night. i laid on the ancestor's cult below resting returns of darkness of the ancient historical cult of culture. i was introduced to the angelic beings of ritual magic, the spirit guides of...

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Let the junky day pass Much fret and tremor The sound and fury Shall die down We shall return In our sleepy self Sleep Deep sleep And yet in deeper delve We shall wake in time farthest Our far ancestral fathers and mothers Are out on hunting And we the eternal brothers Hand in hand Shall play Shall paint the caves in mirth When Our fathers and mothers And the all Are...

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Family history Is mostly a mystery To those researching their genes Your DNA tree Does not seem to be Worth more than an hill of beans Women toiled in the clover With Neil Down and Ben Dover And though it could be a bother Despite every fear DNA makes it clear Someone had it in for your father!...

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Poet: Ken Jordan Poem: Words From A Dying Ancestor Edited by: Sparkle Jordan written: July/2015 This is why I rebelled, Dawn to Dusk - It's why I was malcontent, over the cruelty of America's enslavement - Dawn to Dusk Mopping o u r ...

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A ripple across a pond Disturbs the calm A snap of a branch Tells the hunt is on Colored in earth The prey dissipates Absorbs the world And imitates The hunt draws near He can sense his prey The taste of fear Lead this way Not far now Dinners near Around the bend Behind a brush A clever beast waits For the signal, Begin the ambush The hunter tries to escape More prey stand...

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