Best Bloodline Poems
I know you tried to carve a line
across the wrists
of Father Time.
bloodline broods begotten bots - banefully believing in brainwashed fibs
I smell the blood of an Englishman
fresh from the womb--- umbilical snip.
Ingloriously clad, illegitimate lad,
appointed for leadership.
I smell the blood of an Englishman,
and, lo, his enemies are slain.
High on the saddle, mighty in battle,
as England's new king he would reign.
I smell the blood of an Englishman,
the odor of bloat and remorse.
With moans and cries, no more he'd arise;
The clock is a powerful force.
I smell the blood of an Englishman;
William's vigor flows through my veins.
His blood is my own, line of the throne---
one of more than five million names.
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From ancient times, a bloodline divine,
Ruling over lands, with power to shine,
Kings and queens, of a line sacred,
Their legacy, forever inviolate.
With wisdom and might, they led the way,
The throne, their seat, unchallenged sway,
Law and order, with justice in sight,
Their subjects, loyal, in all their might.
From the Pharaohs of Egypt, to Nubia''s emperors bold,
Nubia''s Piankhy the conqueror, with his army so bold,
Great warriors, monarchs, and sages wise,
Their blood, the very essence of power's rise.
They ruled with glory, wearing their crown,
Near and far, their renown abound,
Their word, supreme, their strength, unbound,
Their rule, an empire forever renowned.
Their legacy, a tapestry of power and class,
Their bloodline, the greatest of ancient past,
So here's to the Royal bloodline divine,
Eminent and resplendent, standing the test of time.
MY LIFE MY BLOODLINE
Finish line...main line so many lines
Yes at last, the Finish line...
Was it only a demarcation line?
Could it turn-out to be an imaginary line?
The would be orator must have been ashamed of his line!
Or he could be a mere duck, a lame duck!
A duckling who ducks and ducks to everyone's delight
Maybe he's full of accomplishments in the world of art
Worst, if he's simply a trash to rusts!
So, he must tow the line
He can be stepping on the line
Or he can be on zigzag or straight line
But he cannot make an alibi...off line
Otherwise, he could be sidelined.
Unless, there's a bank run, just like
In Mutual Bank a bankrupt
A dead end... and a red line!
Sal Tryal is an unusual witch
And not the kind that eat kids.
She leads a quiet and simple life
Wants no bother or any type strife.
The deep forest is her piece of heaven
In a place called Nottindevon.
Maker of spells and misty brews
And lives on eating veggie stews.
She carves wood with her toenail clippings
Then sells her makes for ten shillings.
Money toward her wildlife safe haven
With her bird friend, Rilo Von Raven.
A sanctuary for creatures of the forest
For every type; the tall and the smallest.
She's not an old lady and won't poison an apple
But sometimes her laugh can sound like a cackle.
One sunny day, some humans came in,
Their polluting and noise made her head spin.
Scattered cans, rubbish not placed in a bin
So angry was Sal, the hairs curled on her chin.
Music so loud, could feel the ground vibrate
Even the Devil emailed a complaint.
She took out an eyeball to look over the hedge
And this, she casted in a spell pledge.
"Curse humans who break this command
No litter, no pollution no cruelty from man.
Peace and kindness, respect and protect
Or be nail clippers for my next carving project."
For a while she had lots of new clippers
Some she turned into warning post stickers.
Peace and harmony was good for while
Until a rebel had an idea of a witch trial.
That is how the witch trials began
Always start trouble, does the human.
How do I know this all to be true?
Sal's bloodline flows through me too.
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It stands tall and firm,
this tree with a DNA, the family tree..
leaves wither and drop as they dry with age
new ones sprout bringing on a new splendor
then comes we.
me, the goth guy and she, the hot blood.
both Alphas in individual respect,
posing an unspoken challenge.
so the wind blows and the tree sways
graciously flapping twigs against each other..
the leaves utter in excitement,
each contact giving birth to a new urge
an inevitable desire to crash into another.
lust!
but it's forbidden.
you spend hours, days, even nights
thinking of how to avert this impending doom,
eternal damnation.
the tree's fruit's for outsiders, but it's way too cute.
too inviting. enticing. tempting.
Arousing!
then comes the breeze again
one flap and fate finds her locked tight in your embrace.
both breathing hard but never making the move.
the the wind calms..
twigs stop flapping and leaves start parting..
you pull her back, she comes straight for your lips.
fingers go spying
tongues searching
hearts racing
mind blowing, not believing you crossed the unpardonable line.
the BLOODLINE
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amazing is extraordinary amazing
amazing is extraordinary amazing bloodline
a family of a amazing extraordinary bloodline is,
a family of a amazing descent
an amazing descent is an amazing family heritage
an amazing descent is extraordinary amazing
a bloodline is extraordinary amazing
family’s heritage is family’s bloodline
heritage is a bloodline of heritage
heritage is a family bloodline of heritage
a family line is a family heritage
a family line is a family bloodline
a family line is a family bond
a bond is a family line of bond
bond is a family line of heritage
an extraordinary bond is an extraordinary heritage
an extraordinary bond is an extraordinary bloodline
a line of heritage is extraordinary a line of heritage
a line of heritage is extraordinary a line of bloodline
a line of heritage is extraordinary a family line of heritage
extraordinary is extraordinary a line of heritage
Royalty thrives in the tunnel that is my vein
Driving my consciousness to reflect power
Confidence remains high even in the midst of my lows
Head held high looking up toward my creator
The pride that exist within, was constructed elsewhere
The mystery lives on and questions still loom
One thing for sure, my pride will never wither
There is a war in the laws of the in-laws
When family is also work, you get a title and a position with conditions
Past life comes as an omission and commission
Roles and actors in audition
As for the mind it sometimes finds itself in a suicidal palace
Thoughts can just parade into the ground
Who is who…?
Behind the trope to dethrone the skin-tone of the child within the throne
What? Yes its dark when one is your own to disown
Father and son can share traits and wives can trade places
From a Prince to a Duke like a Princess and a Duchess all matches
Smiles makeup faces but pain loves family ruptures
Tears are structures of a bleeding soul
Guess what, its still patent there two side to a story
Don't just rejoice and see the glory
This is just a drop of the runaway royal bloodline
The royal tree is yet to be rooted
brotherhood buried both beloved, bestowed us bred ~ a Basque bloodline
Separation,
combined with everlasting judgment,
Betrayal and bickering result in,
“You go your way, and I'll go mine”
“She's your sister!” you may say,
But how can that be,
When you don't know the soul that lives inside,
Conversations are never interrupted with phone calls from my bloodline,
No birthdays, holidays, or compassionate acts of kindness,
“He's your brother!” I may hear,
But how can that be?
When our resemblance is no longer of relevance,
A once sacred bond is now a distant memory,
The fake “hellos” and awkward “Goodbyes”,
Have become our current situation,
Our crumbling reality,
“Where is my bloodline?”
I look behind every door,
And anticipate a voicemail with every call,
It saddens me to say,
My bloodline is...
It’s flowing quickly down the wall
From your black, bleeding heart
Rivulets and bright ruddy pools
As flesh and bone do part
Linear flow and gravity
Makes it so nice and fine
Red droplets and streaky scarlet
A stretched out bloody line
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you started like a pin prick to
my heart, an intravenous bloodline
saturating my once severed veins.
after the turmoil we both embraced
we scattered poppies in the wind to
secure our comradeship.
a fever rushed down my spine when
we first met.
a friendship bloomed like a field
of a thousand lilies blossoming in
the spring.
we knew not the afflictions we would
face as we both slipped down that
slope of dealing with the death of
our other dear friend.
companionship and affection revealed
our most intimate amiability.
we soared heights to become closer
and even through the confusion life
offers we prevailed in devotion.
benevolence in our closeness doesn’t
even compare to other friendships.
we are both familiar with each other’s
character defaults, yet have learned to
accept through the depth of warmth.
the part you play in my life is simple.
you release my fears with such ease,
you bestow compassion in everything
you say and do.
I worry not when you are near, for you
bring me much needed understanding
when I am weary.
your kindliness and consideration has
given me a hope beyond comprehension.
you feel my emotions and I can discern
your sensitivity.
for you are my truest supporter and I
am forever full of heartfelt gratitude.
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38 lines total in this poem
Emile Pinet
April 17, 2018
Life is already not fair in many aspects
Paying for the sins of our fathers is never what one expects
Destined for death once we're born
Hanged, sentenced to death by a bloodline
If life was a job I would resign
Because the name I carry is a burden
Inheriting wealth which comes with sin
It dissapears but sin has no expiration date
Its still as fresh as the day it was committed
The avenger follows the stench of the blood that runs through my veins
Its the catastrophe of Abel and Cain
Descendants suffer sorrow and pain
Slaves to an irrational bad decision
You lived in the moment at the price of the whole clan
If hell exists then life is a 1st degree burn
Which you escaped by death like a raging bulls horn
Made a mockery of relations and used them as a pawn
Tell me do you feel shame as I do upon,
Hearing how you planned to have the family torn
Thinking the grass would be greener without watering your lawn?