Best Family Line Poems
My name is Miriam, the prophetess
I have spent my whole lifetime in slavery
Moses my brother was saved from the river
and grew up in the palace of Pharaoh the king.
But now I see that God was preparing him
to set the slaves of Israel free
today the Lord has thrown the foe’s horses and riders into the sea.
So I praise God for unmerited favor
and I thank him for his undeserved grace
and I rejoice that his goodness and mercy
shall follow me all of my days
My name is Mephibosheth,
I live in the palace of royalty;
every meal I eat is a banquet, and every day I say ‘how can this be?’
I bring nothing to the table but crutches
and a sinful and bloody family line,
my father’s father tried to kill the anointed one,
and I’m living on borrowed time.
So I praise God for unmerited favor
and I thank him for his undeserved grace
and I rejoice that his goodness and mercy
shall follow me all of my days
My name is Mary Magdalene,
I confess I have walked down the sinners’ path
I have known the curse of man’s judgment
and I have known the fear of God’s wrath.
Until I met this Jesus the Nazarene
only he could see past my sin
he showed me he was the way to forgiveness
he purified me from within.
So I praise God for unmerited favor
and I thank him for his undeserved grace
and I rejoice that his goodness and mercy
shall follow me all of my days.
have you ever tried to be
something you're not
ever want something so badly
it could not be forgot
ever believe so hard
that a wish could come true
and most unusually
come true for you
have you ever believed that
you could reach for that star
just above your head
not very far
and told yourself
time and time again
this time I'll win
this time I'll win
that was the way
I felt about you
it really seemed
like my dream
had come true
i tried to be loved
by feelings from you
and what would never be true
i wished so hard for you
i believed in something
and you were that star
forever inside my head
but never in your heart
and i tell myself
time and time again
that hope leads to failure
and to love is to sin
have i not an immortal beloved
that belongs to my soul
must i search forever
while my body grows old
am i cursed forever to believe
that she must be out there
somewhere amongst all the stars
my heaven knows not where
could it be because of God
that she has not been chosen
and the family line till end of time
forever to be frozen
but i must admit
i would be quite content
with just someone in my arms
to have and to hold
and maybe grow old
the two and not just one
Big Mama was much more than a slave
She was born of African descent
Because she was stolen away
I’ll likely never know my African kin
To be black in America is a struggle
For everyone wants you to believe
That remembering Big Mama is trouble
That you should get over it let it be
Big Mama is my ancestor who I love
Despite what history books ignore
Her photo is black and white untouched
In my family it is a treasure stored
I can not call her by her name
That too is a cranberry crime
But her strength is like red flame
That ignited and united family line
I notice her long flowing dress
Imagine it took hours to press
We still have her iron who’d guess
The hands that touched it were blessed
She doesn’t smile in the photo
As was custom of her day
But from above she smiles I know
For she lived and made a way
For me to see her in her life
Standing there by a huge tree
A matriarch a queen with pride
Who had to die to finally be free.
So Big Mama with brown eyes
Our family will honor you eternally
May your soul stay free and rise
May we one day meet as family
I call myself a blonde,,,
Never a redhead, like my sister,
Oh, how funny she thinks that is.
Still, another one is the brunette like our mother.
My mother was an Irish and Norwegian girl.
I also have another younger sister who is blonde
Then it also turned brunette like my mother ~ I could
Never figured that out ~ I, of course, thought she dyed it.
Then, there are my three brothers,
Youngest was a sandy blonde, sort of.
The oldest one was also a sandy blonde.
Then there, "was", my brother Bill, who died.
He was also a redhead like my oldest sister.
We bumped heads a lot, too much I thought.
Then, there is my father, who brought the red hair.
He came from a family line of red-haired Scotch/ Irish.
Oh, yes, then there is my lost sister Shirley-Anne
Who died at six months, from what they called a blue baby.
Mom always said she was a sweet baby and a redhead.
I used to wonder if I was her, in a new body, slightly red.
Jan. 19, 2013, Saturday 4 pm
" inspiration from "Duke Beaufort's poem "color crazy" thank you.
As a little girl" I wondered if I was Shirley- Anne, because
I was the girl who came after her, she was born in 1953, and I in 1955,
mom never said too much about my thoughts, so maybe she felt the same.
Or maybe she thought "There goes my crazy little girl"
Come to me by moonlight on All Hallow's Eve
rise up from the grave and let your spirit raise
coat me with frost breath, sing to me your boos
I am hungry for the past days of scariness and fools.
Come to me at the graveyard, soar above the marble
whisper to me of your life and loves, don't wait
for your proper turn, don't lie lonesome beneath dirt.
There's an ear for every sorrow and a promise of corn
if on All Hallow's Eve you find your way to my side.
There we'll drink spiced wine and toast past days
when bodies were a hindrance and our emotions raged
we'll wonder about starlight and planet scapes
and talk to three a.m, if you come to me at midnight
and touch my spirit to yours. The clock will tick as count
the oaks will zither a tune, the lowing cows and rats
rustle will speak of night's safety and an alternate way.
Tell me of your curtains, the end of your way of life,
tell me of your children, the last of your family line,
tell me of your lover's kiss, the last treasure you held
before you wandered free of the earth's reach
every all Hallow's Eve, every chance you were freed
and if you are lonesome or traveling a new domain.
A meeting through obscure means,developed into friendship a bond was hit but short lived,of which in hindsight an highlight. You opted out of the path of a possible darkened cylinder
Along your own family line. Not working out as you anticipated, moving on in life, educating from the bottom up, always has swerves and slides. My friend,you have eppitified all my expectations.
A now blemishing family, wife and sons that be a highlight. I can safely say now, you`ll admit maybe futre referance lifting a solemn shadow from my shoulders,
if not ease. Everybody needs that outlet, you came along in perfect time. Blessings to a Gent that i didn`t think would amount, but did. Eugene Stanley Dobson. ;)
My mama always told me that
"Hicks in the sticks"
was a thing way back when.
Timeless as mortar and bricks.
But who woulda thought
that someday she'd marry one?
Bet she didn't say hick no more,
her name itself was now and pun.
I'd always be jealous of other kids
and their long and extravagant surnames.
Mine might as well a cough or a sneeze,
p'raps I'll change it if I ever come to fame!
Sure ain't no Guadalajara
or Lamoureux.
Truth be told It'd sound more interesting
to just call me Mr. So 'n' So.
If you look far enough down the family line
you'll find the spelling changes... they ditch the C-K-S.
Can you believe that my already minuscule name
used to be a whole two letters less?
It's a running joke at work that it sounds
more appealing to the opposite sex.
So if I run into someone I like I'll be like
"Call me Mr. Hicks... with an X".
But I guess I'm stuck with it
'til the day they put me in the ground.
I'll be a "Hicks in the sticks" to you if y' fancy.
What's all this fuss about a sound?
NOTE: I wanted to write something reminiscent of Jack Ellison's quirky humor.
Crossing Lines
You ruinous rascal
Just a rat in the pack
You forced me to sell
now I just want it back
Calamity came
You had the highest bid
Simon’s sister Sydney
liked what you did
You think you’re the winner
She’s bouncing on your lap
Smug with contentment
as you tip your cap
A rollercoaster is coming
You’ll plummet from the top
Shattering successful illusion
your status will drop
A ring is a circle
it will come back to me
The curse you purchased
I’ll get back for free.
It was no bargain
It tainted her skin
Sapped away her beauty
You watched her grow thin
Five hundred years
precious so divine
Not meant for another
only one family line.
There's two of me, but only one of you,
So can I please use your hands to see me through?
As my invisible person in a group of five or more,
Having no mandate to boast, control or score.
Will you watch me multipy whilst I thrive?
And question that rude, domineering carers' hive,
Where the bossy claim to know and be in control,
To see them leave to steer their own precious bowl?
Oh care manager! Will you let me define?
My invisible person, without my family line?
'Cos she is my motion and my engine of ablutions,
By which I drive my ambitions, with intentions.
An only child I grew up free
of sibling squabbles, which was fine.
No nieces, nephews, there for me,
I was a lone leaf on the vine,
the end of this old family line.
I never felt my life flawed.
I found a puppy in decline.
A puppy was my gift from God.
I found the fellow by a tree,
abandoned, nestled by a pine.
We were then poor, but he was free!
I pledged to feed him food of mine.
The way we bonded seemed divine.
My mom and grandma were both awed.
The puppy never once did whine.
A puppy was my gift from God.
I taught the puppy where to pee.
He learned to sit with just a sign.
Where ever I was, there was he.
I nursed him 'til his eyes did shine
with life, no more was he supine.
He slept with me; he never gnawed.
He filled lonesome days with sunshine.
A puppy was my gift from God.
That puppy made my life benign.
Oh, Prince of Peace, men must applaud
the wonder of the grand design.
A puppy is a gift from God.
June 15, 2015
Family Line
We each stand in one long line.
Back to Adam all Mankind.
The line is precious to our hearts;
Though it consists of many parts.
Country, race, and next of kin.
It is our future, and where we've been.
All riders on some cosmic bus;
Who are these folks that make up us?
If Grandma was a Nubian Queen;
Stranger things are often seen.
Veterans of perhaps a thousand wars;
Past Generations, just thus far.
Doctors, Lawyers, Indian Chiefs;
Murderers, rapists, cads, and thieves.
All stand behind us, and that's fine;
We're standing in our family line.
Why should we notice? What's the worth?
Of noticing our time on earth?
The line's a circle don't you see?
It stretches round eternity.
Look brightly and don't think it odd.
The line begins and ends with God.
They say it did not happen
That we did not really see
The horror's and the sadness
That the Holocaust would be
They say it's just not true
That there was never any plan
To kill every boy and girl, woman and Jewish man
They say they were simply, casualties of a violent war
But the proof is there for us to see
In what they had in store
There are pictures of the death camps
Of the survivors thin and pale
Of the ovens that were fired
And the smell of death so stale
In the mass graves that littered the land
In the experiments that they documented so freely
In the letters from loved ones, long gone
In the asset's seized
And to the victor went the spoils
As the Jewish people died, staved and toiled
In the concentration camps
With names we should always keep in mind
Auschwitz
Belzec
Bergen-Belsen
Buchanwald
Chelmno
Dachau
Flossenburg
Majdanek
Mauthausen and Gusen
Ravesbruk
Sachsenhausen
Sobibor
and Treblinka
Like letters of the alphabet
Should be stored in memory for all time
Yes, they try to say it was not real
That it was all a lie
That six million Jewish people did not really die
But the simple truth lies waiting for the world to find
So remember our history
Pass it down your family line
Our children now so far removed from these tragic times
Need to have reminders
To ensure that they don't develop blinders
To the evil that filled the land
And of the dictator Hitler with all his mass destruction plans
Yes, it did happen
No matter what they do or say
History can never be erased
As long as we remember it that way
So for all the lives and families that the Holocaust destroyed
We must continue to remember the suffering and the pain
So we can be prepared should such evil call on us again
Lest we forget
And others will die
As evil is the only thing that could tell such a lie!
When I was six or seven my mama had a friend,
Who thought quite highly of herself and liked to play pretend.
When she came over seemed to me she noticed everything,
From a little dust here or there to condition of window screens.
Mama shooed me and Smokey from the kitchen while she cleaned.
Smokey went to her bedroom and climbed on her dresser to dream.
Mama's friend came over, her nose high in the air.
I thought she looked like a hound dog, sniffing for a hare.
She ran her fingers along the sills, inspected the cup Mom proferred.
She chatted about the things she owned, the places she had toured.
She talked about her family line, her neighbors and her friends.
Mama smiled and nodded, I sat there and grinned.
They were going out that day to shop and see some sights.
Mom left me with Sister and told us not to fight.
She went into her bedroom to dress and fix her hair.
You should have seen the lady's eyes as she spied him lying there.
Smokey lay there very still, curled up in a ball.
"What a beautiful fur piece! So lustrous, black and all!
I want one just like it! I hope that you don't mind!
Why everyone would envy such a piece so fine!"
"Why it would go with anything! You must tell me where you got it!
It really must have cost a bit!" then she reached out to touch it.
Smokey stirred and stretched his frame and opened amber eyes.
Her mouth fell open and she stared in startled, shocked surprise.
"That's no fur piece, that's my cat!"I told her in indignance.
I gathered him into my arms, the cat stared in indifference.
It felt good to see her shock, her voice for once unheard.
The only thing she thought to say was simply,"Oh My Word!"
Mama laughed until she cried as she told Dad the story.
Dad gave the cat a bit of fish and said,"Perhaps, 'bout him, we should worry."
Whisky spirit mind limit
pluck memorized vision
seize th' stars up ahead
battle th' inner crave
it ne'er yet give up
always wrestle back
an leave with glory
walk th' alley
recollecting th' mind
Hair spikes piercing rings
illusionize tepid care
hideous masks loose style
spots th' priceless fake act
go throw family line away
for an amoral base fay
O' how foolish of you to be
but not be , what meant be
Oh death where is thy Sting
who rulest over mankinds being
controls the grave a perfect Son
who resurrection for us won
Thou takest every man on earth
with sin which destroys us on our birth
whose reign held sway from Adams time
only one escape from this family line
For perfect Love is as strong as death
and Jesus life will regain us breath
will empty out he mankinds grave
from the sting of death he will us save
Within that time we'll see to choose
to keep our lives or to death lose
the first judgment has not yet come
where the bands of death will be undone
The keys of death to him God gave
from tombs and crypts will mankind raise
a resurrection to judgment or life
those who have done good or practiced strife
The serpent brought about this sting
and Adams fall dids't death to bring
every man in death does dwell
the common grave in error called Hell
Of the serpents poison we all drink
no afterlife of hell or heaven as many think
there is no life within the grave
eternal soul was lost when death God gave
When Jesus opens mankinds tombs
within that day our judgment looms
to him the Father gave power over life
and rule with him will be his wife..
source Gen 2-3 Song of Solomon 8:6
Ecc.9:4-6 1Cor 15:53-58 Rev 1:18
Rev 21:4
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