Best Clan Poems
Tearing gusts of highland winds dim the sound of pipes
No one knows and no one sees and no one sets it right,
Heavy hearted sadness carries, other souls who went ahead,
Ghosts of kindred spirits living now or living dead,
Running through the gorse and heather wishing for a horse to ride,
Disregarding wind and weather, Grim, the reaper by my side.
Places I would rather see.... Home's still where I yearn t' be,
I'll never have you there with me... 'tis lost...
both love
and pride
Jonji ‘s dance within my mind
and well within the ken o’ men
I just prepped the canvas
The Clan Keeper
The matriarch in the totem pole;
Gave her knowledge freely.
So that her offspring would know;
The beauty of the mystery.
And each generation born;
From seeds she planted by the family tree.
Would be decoration adorned;
That sets her spirit free.
Then continues on her presence;
Throughout the centuries.
And those that acknowledge the imprints;
Are her blossoms and her leaves.
When the wind blows through the boughs;
We hear her call our names.
When the owl cries and the wolf howls;
We know her mark has sustained.
And as the family grows;
The matriarch lives in each member.
We are the seeds she sowed;
And with gratitude we remember.
By: Darlene Doll Smith
There once was a young man named Dan,
Who married a woman named Anne.
Three kids plus one more,
Males a total of four,
Now it's Dan and Anne and their clan.
8/5/2013
(written in honor of my son Daniel and family)
Roy and Zenia had six kids I say
And all of their names began with J,
June, Junior and Justin
Joyce, Jackie and Jacquelyn,
Why in the world would they think this way?
And Jacquelyn, we think should know better
Did the same dumb thing, but no matter,
Candace, Carla, all C's
Celeste and Cory
When friends mocked, they think that they flatter.
So Candace want to keep up the trend
And she named all her five children M,
Malika, Makela
Makeva, Maesha
And Makai is the boy at the end.
Well Malika she just had a son
Amari is the name of this one
So I hope she’ll be smart
And don’t follow this art
If to her some more children are born
let’s remember the ancestors
the ancestors of the clan –
the infamous and un-kingly kings
celebrate their inglorious libations
all over my land, my clan –
but, my clansmen
let not the clan forget the famous
foundations of the nri kingdom –
let’s remember the ancestors
the ancestors of the clan -
let the name of agaja trudo
be on the marbles of dahomey finest artists
for ’tis nothing infamous
for mansa musa to be versed
upon the new urns of the mali kingdom –
let mai ali ghaji be greeted
with the finest literary trumpeters!
let osie tutu sit seat-to-seat
with nelson mandela –
my clansmen
new are our horns today
let not the old horns of africa
be cut off in the zest of the artists
for my ancestors shall not be
mere spectators, mere winds
flying the history of my clan!
From the sea they came open, not sneaking by stealth
And they came for to parley, fosterage for wealth
As silver was spied, and its wealth was understood
And greed it brings war and also spilling of blood
And so a son was given, so they'd not be harmed
Or for harm to cause their hosts, who by him were charmed
Was given three forts, within each a prophet dwell
One called Fithecc, as were the other three as well
There they lived neath the setting and the rising sun
Stars danced the skies and maidens hearts were lost and won
Until our friend bid one of the prophets to say
What was to unfold in times after that day
What the future that was to come for them did hold
And an identical story by the others was told...
A famine great was to strike in a mere three years
The silver must be sold to keep away grief's tears
And to buy much food the people hungry for to feed
Coming times are to be tough, great is the need
And this came to be and as the famine took hold
Irish chiefs with armies strong came by force to hold
A truce of just three days not to fight he did seek
After which they could not attack, them being too weak
Then the nobles he brought inside to a great feast
The multitudes were fed with grain and slain beast
In thanks they then made his son Alill as their king
Praises of the generosity they did sing
The name Eoghanacht was given as they did feed
The name it meant the Family of the Good Deed.
when the masquerades came
they brought the drums
to the forests of our clan
the pipers came forth
with ready pipes upon their arms
the dancers came out en mass
& the forests saw a full ceremony
of the ancient drumming & dancing -
then their sceptre went up to the sky
calling for our response
within the three full moons
then mbari-warriors came in their valour
they came: they saw the cloudy sky
& our warriors drenched in the blood
called forth by the battalion-gods
a clan of dark warriors
Clan..
The organic laws realistic courts to fit at
and fill to you but details my demon.
There are trickers and lairs.
They fit at some but hide their lies.
Those pretend for relevance all are china
soft despotic.
They made a very bad thresholds for
HONG KONG common polls for C.E.O
by what may be.
What are futures for HONG KONG
democracy.
Some reliability are moral asking.
Laws might raw.
Claims that set should something must.
But China clamp you down or clip your words that may addressing.
China tyrants tyranny must a commie
clan.
Crow the world so when worlds did fail.
Life can have tangent marks as lies.
CHINABASIC LAWS MAY BE SOME.
China tyrants tyranny jobs have tangent
marks but we are still title yes.
They are fierce and forceful.
How as forcible feeble that nay be
Or always china win at wars and battles.
Are there still world justice.
What are fair beside China FELLATRIX.
Do female winningly P.L.A have been blown down.
What make sexes.
What to love should be.
Comb the one who comb the heads of others.
Nemesis cannot be avoid.
Are they china tyrants.
may flowers are still beautiful
taking their resolute resolve
to shoot out
to sprout with
ever-new life
they come
home in beautiful colours
like weaver-birds
on the ancient trees
all the clan claps & sings
new songs -
the elders entoning
with tongues of new speeches
new speeches of old wisdom -
oh, come, behold their signets
her may flowers
seeking within these chambers
the merry maidens
of my niger
& her long-acclaimed drummers
whose red-caps were capped
upon old eagle-feathers
that made her clansmen
celebrate her appearance
like mbari dancers, our amazons
of years gone with the ancients
or the swahili dancers
from the east
& the matebele warriors
from the south -
for:
all the clan did clap & sing
new songs
of years a-gone with the ancients.
lonely
she sat upon the horizon's
aging firmament
like some tattoos
a sparkling diamond
seen from a side of mother's field!
now
fill'd with some celestial joy
o, star from old niger's sphere
a clanish masquerade
seen from a side of an ancestral hill
a swift crown of a celebrate clan!
As I come, for molarity
without molars.
No grinding was left
in the millstones.
The family
accumulates. My distorted shape
will not accept
the broken ankle.
Paraplegic, you run
faster than meteriorite.
The boom was heard
beyond cacophony.
It had come from
the blue. The burning anchor
of desire, without
the damp eyes.
Satish Verma
I would like to put on my shoulder
Nuclear Kryptonite that makes a SUPERMAN colder
Weak in the knees while chaos is at ease
Helpless Man of Steel who cannot do what he please
Luthor has let loose the BOMB from his reign
Smiling all the while as the citizens feel the pain
Lois Lane was struck DEAD by a missile that hit her head
Jimmy Olsen took Polaroid but even he could not avoid
Perry white,is motionless,still in his brief
Who ,will never again,exclaim:AND DON'T CALL ME "CHIEF"!!
The entire Metropolis is experiencing searing heat
From a Rogue Knight who likes to share his Plight
Wonder Woman,flying over in her invisible jet
Steve Trevor still yearns to be her one and only pet
Who is in denial of the calamity out there
He, HOT and HORNY, wants to continue their naughty affair
The Flash is racing all across Town
reading the dire headlines that he has just found:
SUPERMAN FELLED BY KRYPTONIAN GREEN
WONDER WOMAN BEING MASSAGED BY HER HUNK,A MILITARY DREAM
BATMAN,KNOCKED COLD BY THE JOKER AND HIS GOONS
ROBIN, FACING COMPETITION ,COURTESY OF "MARVEL" TOONS
Every ounce of super power is being upstaged by a thunderstorm shower
The sky is bright with orange delight
DC and MARVEL heroes felled by communism this very night
Proud to be a dad
I've the best job in the clan
~ Hands-on Diaper Man
What's in a name?
Your roots.
Your clan.
All that made me
who I am.
Offered up
in marriage,
like a sacrificial lamb.
Reclaimed now..
beause I can!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
11/08/2015
T ake home a plump turkey and invite him for the night
H ave plenty of cornbread stuffing to do him up right
A sk grandpa, grandma, uncle, and aunts too
N eighbors can come if they don’t bring a crew
K itchen reeks with homemade pies in the oven
S ure smells sweet, lots of home cooked loven
G ather the clan at the table for a blessing
I gnoring everyday life that was depressing
V ent to God what life dealt you throughout the year
I nclude thanks for every armed force volunteer
G iving freedom of choice to every new pioneer
D ivide the tribes into a flag football game rouse
A fter quiet digestion of the entire house
Y ield to a fun sport in a gaming carouse
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