Best Ancestor Poems

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 ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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