Best Blood Line Poems
Its the arthritic loving hands round the stubborn slipper
a dry kiss in the morn an unshaven face touching mine
the window seat with a view that makes the heart stir
love is many things to many people and that is fine
It can be a single rose, placed gently on the sham
or a smile on the lips that says " I know where you live "
its friends its strangers its blood line members and fam
love is many things to many people and that is fine
Years of belonging to the one that sprinkles the sun
a little cereal, a cup of tea, or so much of his shine
love is an emotion an action, its never on the run
love is many things to many people and that is fine
Two souls that skate around each other for a lifetime
Two hearts that bind together in the solvency of time.
March 15, 2019
LIBRA TALE
Sweet and Sour hectic sign
Love me, trust me, the stars align
Balance of truth and dare
Good and Evil, full of care
Blind when it comes to blood line
:) PD
my family roots
flange to three generations
stand on a tripod
the grace of values
fondued by humble elders
half here and half there
the hopping second
have tales full of humour
vanishing the blues
the out cradled babes
tow blood line of bold and old
exposing its veins
May 6, 2016
Haiku on My Family
For Marvin Celestial
Thanking God, on bended knee.
That I am still alive on the first
of January!
My grandson and I, have spent
each New Year's Eve together!
To top it off, in awesome, sweet,
California weather.
That's fourteen years in all, quite a
awesome feat!
An alcohol-free evening but with fun,
plus a luscious pizza treat.
Blessed with progeny, that will carry
on the blood line.
To this grandmother, is a blessing that's
more than just fine!
***Inner Peace be Yours in 2021**
12-28-2020
9pm PST
Treasured land splendor and glory
Pearl of the Orient Seas
Soldiers of known most emotional people
Loving and hospitable in patriot's blood line
The secret of velvet Three Stars and a Sun.
Fortified highest kind of water
Hallowed island of more than
Seven thousand and one hundred seven
Proudly her alone no other can hold.
Through her God given treasures
The Rice Terraces of Banaue
Created more than 3000 years ago
Formed and sculpted with bare hands
My Ifugao ancestors
Giver of my calm sound of survival
Food for my body and soul
The best and will proudly shout my own.
The Tubbataha Reef
One of the largest virgin reef you'd dive
Over diversity of colorful sea creature
You'd see the heaven underwater.
The majestic Underground River,
As a seabirds sanctuary you'd be speechless
A UNESCO world heritage site.
Palawan's gift to its people.
The chocolate hills of glorious Bohol
Conical hills of limestone
Fragments of earth's unexplained laws
Home to the smallest monkey, the Tarsier,
The subtle Mayon volcano of Albay
Most perfect conic one in the world
Proudly my motherlands finest
Her glory on the face of beloved earth
Bathe your soul with the heaven by the sea
My best beach, one of the worlds brightest
The Boracay of Panay, best you won't regret
A soul's portrait of the skyline and sea.
Intellect, wisdom, skills and faith
Sun, earth, stars and sky of blue.
Falls, lakes, seas, and trenches
Bestowed by my loving motherland.
Visit and you'll see more the best
Treasured land of splendour and glory
Of my Three Stars and a Sun.
Proudly my Pearl of the Orient Seas.
The Egyptian standard falls, unto histories surrendering,
The deserts breath, is so stilled, under the Nile river's
Murky abyss, busted masts, heave against the
Heavily laden hauls,taring the ships apart,
As the Egyptian fleet sinks beneath the waters surface.
A shooting flame of arrows, lights this tender box,
Of human flesh and bone, in wars clash of titans,
Rome must concur all nations.
Survivors screaming for salvation’s protection,
But help will not come, for Horas is a
Defeated deity, hiding within his own temple to
The east.
Broken is the heart of Egypt, as a daggers sharp edge,
Is plunged into the body of a living god, the last Pharaoh,
Known as Cleopatra.
Cradling misfortune's solider, Mark Anthony, she thus weeps,
Behold love's most tragic couple of history.
With his last breath, he calls unto she, by names sake
Alone, Cleopatra, than remains stilled.
Lord thy last falcon has left the golden land,
Welcome him, she thus bids farewell, to hearts warrior,
Cleopatra.
A mortal woman holds her lover, within destiny’s arms,
Soar with the great eagles, my love, for soon I'll join thee,
In the great halls of our ancestors.
Tragedies star crossed lovers, partake in the bitterest
Of fruit, dried are these figs, once ripened by the sun,
Now unpalatable by discord’s taste.
Nay, all the power and wealth of Egypt itself,
Could sever, the silver threads joining these two,
From one another.
Lovers heart, bound even after death itself,
Shall they walk forever, within the valley of
The dead together, silhouetted figures, embracing
Reunification’s promise vows expressed long ago,
Written within their hearts eternal.
Lain in a golden gown, the queen of the Nile
Does she rest, beneath death's slumbering shadow,
A serpents bite, has laid waste to a dynasty’s blood line.
Behold how in the heaven two eagles do soar,
Blanketed by the golden warmth of the sun,
As the passages of the hear after open wide
Their mighty gates, each name is spoken with
Honor pride, behold Mark Anthony and Cleopatra.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
First time Mom
Staring down into
Eyes liquid-y
Full of innocence and wonder
Intoxicated by your New life smell
Sleepless nights resulting from your
New life energy
Proud momma
So blessed
God proven
U evolved in my womb
camouflaged to my heart
Bringing u home
To freshly painted walls
Caribbean blue
I'm Melted into humility
All I'd sacrifice for u
Floors danced late nights
Swapped for sleepless night naps
Endured thoughtlessly for you
Anticipating your every breath
Noble prize or concurring mountain heights
Dwarfed by Motherhood's badge
sewn on my heart with thick
blood line thread
Around soul core edge
Selfless awe inspired love
(Excerpt from Inspiration) www.nefretitim.com
Mona Lisa is
Looking directly with fizz
Loving life more than slaying
Her bent left arm looks
Curving as rushed water goes
Few miles into Sinai cove
Her left side’s dark cheek
A map of bliss’ Middle East
Tsunami comes to seek rear
Big N is a road
Jordan River lifts thug load
The Dead Sea drinks a cup cold
Two lines cross center
Divide the picture’s structure
A pyramid’s top pixel
The world’s lavenders
Must have read the deep scriptures
Since it’s top invisible!
Tilt Mona at six
Dark clouds fill up soft basins
A new chapter, written with
Lean to quarter till
See nature’s wonders begin?
Two mountains are blending in
Prop her upward so
Seems relaxing on her board
Her nose bled for tomorrow
Her pale hair behind
Natural curls, severe freight
Compressing exotic loaf tight
Who’s praying behind?
For flowery peace’s kind?
Guess the Saint’s name without fright?
If slimming picture
Lengthwise… a blood line outlines
Looks alike to Mayan calc
Meditative smile!
Burga challenged Mona’s height
Alignment’s center’s bright
The sun greets meadows!
Sifting darkest clouds by force
Pretty brooks feed our Lord
With fraternal love!
Quilt lands wrap up joyful doves
A new world with profound buds.
6 of 6
By: Nadia F. Shahwan – April 2009 -This poem reflects my innocent observation to analyze
the Mona Lisa's beauty.
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Natasha with her dark raven hair and ebony eyes, the most beautiful of rouge smiles
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Radiant in soft glowing skins perfection unto, allurings wishful eyes
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All whom have been so enchanted in their knowing; desiring her silkened touch...
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She my twin sister although one would rarely guess given, my long golden hair
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Emerald eyes yet, both, gifted in the physique of a goddess; bequeathed at our birth *
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Sharing a lifes delicious common interest in this our love for, beautiful girls ~
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Candles aligning the walkway as gently she takes my hand; paradises passage
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Hourglass desires within a rose petaled fragrant bath; laced, amid vintage red wine...
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Waiting in this their loveliness, the joy of our arrival; these, maidens of our craving
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Fondling and playfully enjoying one anothers beauty, as dreaming, of our love ~
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...“Sweet-Blood-Line-Lust” *
I know this man of God that roars from the bottom of the city, below the red blood line.
Knowing that his words never fail, every Sunday I make my way down to the bottom of the city to hear this man of God.
I rest my weight on the hard wooden bench with worn out cushion just to let this man of God spew out the words of God like rain upon my soul.
Many Sundays his pounding and prolific oratory would shake my unconscious, this man of God.
His words of God are righteous and they filled the sanctuary like a balloon, and this man of God is always in harmony.
This man of God energy is that of the sun because the glory of God's love is upon him.
This man of God method of delivering the holy word is conventional, yet he catapults his sermons in the most phenomenal fashion.
This man of God spontaneously in the spirit of the moment kindles the heart of the captive congregation with vociferous and powerful narrations. With resourceful minds, they are aboard a spiritual ship riding the waves of his glorious orations.
I know this man of God, that roars from the bottom of the city, below the red blood line.
Although it is said that he is an academic man with degrees from prestigious institutions, I know this man of God as a most humble and gifted man.
As he roars, and sing, and teach, and spring, I am glad that God led me to this servant of God, that roars from the bottom of the city below the red blood line.
Created by Mary E.W. Stephenson and submitted to Daily Press in the community section online.
you took away
my right to scream
and now i sit an await
my impending doom
you followed me around today
play acting out your words so carefully
I wonder how it feels for you
to act so mentally insane
is this, ok with you?
do i blame it on your bewitching eye color
do i blame it on your dubious blood line
do i blame it on your funny rich man's dirty money
I really could not say
was i hurt by, your actions
HELL, Yes!
but i still remained the same
I did not say one word
or act out in pain
and silence give me no comfort
for you would just have
won at your only game!
no black woman
should have to bare
a lack of justice
this just does not seem fare
Form:
Court Jester
I have been made to play the king’s jester’s fool
Dancing around the majesty’s imperial pool
His queen laughs heartily not knowing my pain
To be their constant entertainment is my distain
They make me a spectacle for all the court to see
Then toss me out like a stray dog covered in fleas
What makes me different from royalty was my birth
To a family in the wrong gene pool is my life’s curse
What makes them superior is their royal blood line
But who made that decision to make them divine?
Was it God or man who put them in their high place?
Why was I born into a lifetime of mockery and disgrace?
Aren’t we the same underneath our rags or royalty clothes?
Our bodies we have in common but it’s my blood they loath.
You have been born royalty wearing your sovereign ring
But when I die I will live in eternity with the one true King
So, go ahead have your fun and make me your king’s fool
For in heaven I will receive my own golden crown of jewels
Play you noted Lyricists!
Let not your lyrics be missed!
Your silence is the frequency,
Enticed by a laced melody
Condemned in a rhythmic spell
Only time will really tell
Your lyrical harmony
Etched in life's symphony
Oh, Hail! Or Hale! Kings of speech!
May your words reign or rain on minds inpeach
Let knowledge rule as you teach
You are to blame for the popular fiction
And the lost hip hop depiction
Your vowel movement is the mission
As they are turning to wrong station
So arise oh sons of scribes!
Let not fame be your weakening bribes
The mystery is your story is still empty
But the words to be written are plenty
I plant thee in the soil of possibility
Growing history in eternity
Let the acclaimed awaiting your spark, put page to flame,
Illuminating the shame where fiction is no longer fame
Arise masters of word!
The creators of a new world.
Your potency is cryptic avalanche in dormant
To awaken minds with your content
With an earth shattering rumble you move earth with your stumble
Tripping all over yourself to cause a rampage and turn a page marked in history
That leads to the bread crumbs of destiny, displaying your self-mastery
Oh again rise blood line of prophets!
Be not sold out by profits.
Your words intertwine the future with the past
As ignorance over knowledge shall never be surpassed
So your prophecies can be for the youth’s benefits
And lost in the realm of the elder’s forfeit
While bleeding your ink work, flooding the stage
Flowing ears steadily from age to age
I say rage warrior of the Pens!
This is the age when ignorance ends.
As wielders of the pen die by the pen are heard
Cutting and stabbing the paper in furry blurred
Let those pens bleed till society flood
Cleansing it with its righteous blood
To awaken other giants from their slumber
Killing silence's winter into summer
Where ignorance is not left to its own device
Only your golden silence should be an adequate price
Of Royal Blood
Do you know that you
are of royal blood?
Can you feel it pulsing
through your veins?
We don't come from any ordinary
blood line.
We are of royal blood.
We have blood of African queens
and kings inside of us.
Blood that is rooted in
every corner of the Motherland.
This blood line doesn't make us
better than anyone else
But it should make us want to
do better
Our ancestors sacrificed their
lives to give us a chance to
shine.
So make sure you take your
chance to become the queen
or king that you really are.
Do you know that you
are of royal blood?
We don't come from any ordinary
blood line.
We have blood of African queens
and kings inside of us.
We are of royal blood.
CANCER
I was ten when you invaded our family, when my sixty year old grandfather
died with lung cancer and at that time I never really understood it; but knew
it was a deadly disease for two women closed to our family died earlier with
breast cancer and saw both of them suffering and heard them screaming in pain.
You came back when I was twenty taking my grandmother with stomach cancer.
At least that was one of the causes of her death, although not the primary cause.
You came again and again taking my aunt at forty seven and my youngest aunt
at forty eight with breast cancer that made me live in anxiety and scared of you.
Scared because this disease was in our maternal blood line, although the doctor
assured me, it was not a direct blood line for it was not my biological mother.
I had a cyst on my right breast when I was forty four and the doctor asked to
come back to exasperate it and I told him to do it right then with no reservation.
The result came negative; but your shadow never left me, haunting me.
I was thinking my youngest aunt was only five years older than me and we grew
up together living in the same household, eating the same food, doing the
same things until we separated to live our lives when I was twenty or so.
For five years I lived in your shadow wondering, worrying the cyst would come
back and what would happen to me, to my children and the angst never left me.
I was elated when I turned forty nine for I passed my aunts’ ages of forty seven
and forty eight and celebrated for my fear went away; you were out of my mind.
That was twenty years ago and three weeks ago; you took my best friend’s life.
You are an abnormal cell that invades, grows and divides without control to
destroy the nerves, tissues, organs, blood vessels impairing their functions.
You are a complex disease that can be benign or can be malignant that kills.
Like an ivy, a vigorous and aggressive plant that grows out of control choking
other plants, damaging walls and structures and toxic to humans and pets.
Just like different types of cancer in our society, such as greed, corruption,
brutality, materialism, racism, harassment causing havoc, unrest, chaos, killings.
6/11/21 Cancer Ivy Poetry
Chantelle Anne Cooke