Best Ancestral Poems

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As I've wandered through ancestral words,

through mountains crossed, and a river of pain ...

the voices stirred, have long been silenced, but the echoes still remain,

with a sound, that drifts within the wind, that is sadder than the rain


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9/21/15
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Sometimes when I am up and down at night, I wake up to the dreaded alarm, grouchy and mean.
I can stay the whole day that way; 
Until I remember to walk around my property, chanting loudly.
Loud chanting wakes up my soul, releasing all the pent...

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Dirt road lined with walls of stone,
run right up to the small home,
rust red siding coming in view,
in my head it’s still cedar, blue.

Sugar maples line a big field,
in march syrup we will steal,
vast open space on a hill,
where once cows did eat their fill.

Ancient...

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As she meditated the room brightened. 
Streaks of energy came in and lightened.
She did not flinch, used to such things.
The whirls of essence danced in her rings.

She shut off her eyes and concentrated.
Hoping her front latch was firmly gated.
She understood the value of the spirit...

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My remote ancestral house I left a long time ago,
keeps on flashing with longing on my memory canvas.
So, one summer on the faded trail of beckoning nostalgia
I trace the track of time to reach the decayed past.

The picturesque porch is now enmeshed by wild ferns,
I...

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COME, LETS BEAT THE ANCESTRAL DRUM

Sitting here flowing
through the meters of time
like a smooth spring stream
meandering through forest greens,
I peruse the many folds
of the caverns of this fluid mind of mine;
searching for words that would rhyme
to tell the stories of illustrious dreams.

Life can sometimes be...

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Soft scents of frangipani invade my nostrils in the twilight air,
pellucid thoughts from deep within made me aware of my senses.
I look over yonder and notice lovely ripples in the lake.
Luscious blueberries catch my attention and my mouth waters,
next I hear the beautiful sound of...

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Nature is a work of pureness
Through the fiery chaos a green side is born
The water of purity every body of it
Purer than the last

The deer running through the woods
The bears catching fish
The fish that are swimming
A timeless beauty of nature

Did my ancestors see this?
Did they...

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ancestral seeds grow


as family tree ripens...


bearing fruits of love



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Adam and Eve is where my tree starts
with Noah's son Japheth leaving his mark
spreading his DNA seed all over Europe
his lineage from long ago quickly passing the buck,

Ireland, Wales and Germany my family sprang
with Ireland the dominant one in our veins
coming to America because of...

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Callused hands, stooped back
Temples gray with passing years
Eyes smile as brow sweats...

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ON TENDING THE GREAT ANCESTRAL FIRES

Here lies the residue
Of an old fire
Long gone
Dry—Ashes 
Left to the whelms
Of raindrops to dampen
Into a useless mush—
Or for the wind to blow
Aimlessly to nowhere;
Wet and immobile
Or blowing dry in the wind,
Useless are cold ashes.

Here, scattered among the warm ashes,
Lay...

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I returned to our farmstead last autumn
on the driveway where I kicked marbles
and plucked brambles catching my gaze- 
Now overgrown at sixty-two
horse wagons filled the blank spaces
of my remembered landscape...
I walked like a ghost looking for dear home,
but found this lofty edifice
ridiculing, mocking me from...

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Have you heard
Of Thomas
The Rhymer

It is told
that I sprang
from his loins

Many years
Long 
gone past

Yet the tales
That last
Are often quietly purloined

The story goes
He disappeared
To consort with the elfin queen

He returned
By and by
Telling this lie to any who thought it keen

Maybe he stayed
To long in
His cups to...

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 Distant drums voice sacred song
as didgeridoo drone rings
its messages to my awaiting ears;
ancient ceremonies flood
the canyon in tones of
ancestral wisdom.

Every rock or boulder resonates,
crickets sing along and
each cell of my being is elevated;
I feel the energies of
times long passed;
those speakers of the truth,
as shamanic...

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