Best Forbears Poems

All's not about Darfur
I've seen it, eerie winds
Moonlight through our thatch

We kissed round, one *palmie gourd
Kigali was but a miss
Waist-beads - beats to love

Have you heard the talk-drum,
*Fela's horns of brass,
Or the *Aladuras' joy of Alleluia?

My grandmother still walks miles
Just because her forbears did,
And shame...

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What is this resplendent thing that sparkles ahead,
Pacing faster than limbs of incapacity
Beyond the all-pervasive dakness of want?
Could my eyes be playing upon me some sly pervasity,
Seeing things untrue, askew and errant?
Or is it a reality that they will be resewn
The torn bonds that ...

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A time is reached in life if one remains
Alive to tell the tale: those certain things
He once performed routinely, ascertains
The notion, habits must desist which brings
About awareness: His mortality.
Employment ends; Retirement is here.
The monthly saving wanes. Frugality
submits to lavish tastes. The thirty year
Installment loan is...

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Sleep our glorious ancestors, sleep!
Do not be disturbed.
We,
your descendants would never betray
The blood you have shed to liberate
Our land.
The Land of:
Homer and Hesiod
Aeschylus and Euripides
Socrates and Plato
Hypocrates  and Alexander

For

We would never let another enemy,
No matter how powerful,
To invade our holy motherland-
The birthplace:
Of Philosophy
Of Democracy,
Of...

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molten times, volcanising immensity, vast plateau
  belly-belching landform
  oceans, shallow seas and lakes swell up and down
  land-bridging, submerging
  any one place moving astride, stutter-shifting
  continental drifting world
  climate changes over faster beating rhythms
  cyclic seasons weathering

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in silence
the shire plods his path
in footsteps of the past

Note: On holiday recently,we took a trip by canal barge pulled this way.Very evocative for me, as on my mother's side,her forbears were canal people,and thats how they happened to arrive here in my hometown....

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                                  The fear of...

      being thought of...

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In the dark of night 
The monsters came
Creeping and creaking, 
Breathing my name.

Peeking through windows
Slipping under my bed
Upon closing my eyes
They entered my head.

Coming out of the fog
Intending to kill
Chasing and racing
Craving blood for a swill.

I’d wake to my screams
Coming out of my throat
Heart beating...

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Bought at an antiques store for a song:
unframed print #225 of 750, signed by the artist
Number III of the family name, all painters,
(presumably) Those forbears hard to discard--
"Stay Awhile" its title, hospitably captioned by
a country boy, like my father, perhaps-- posing 
beside his favorite horse...

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1.cinquain.- love at first sght

Adeaide Crapsey cinquain form first motivated my interest in poetry


2.imagist- viduage

Capturing an enigmatic  image into words upon my page my continuing inspiration


3.shortform. footle bonie&clyde


creating the footle form encapsulated my initial novice learning curve as a poet



4.openform-sound poems

Open form organic style...

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Forbears,Edie,Kate and Ann furnished apiece with brush and pan.Each 
Victorian 'Miss' tied in service's  abyss.Far off days,now long gone,their toil each 
day was lengthy and long.With fires to light,floors to scrub,and carpets to brush 
and drub.Mops forbidden,as they smeared the dirt and begrimed their...

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Where Are You

I stand upon a precipice 
Where once a battle raged
Between just two... the rest of us
Still searches...unassuaged...

So many questions torment me
(I should or should not done)
A constant torch of agony 
Forbears a love unspun...

Still nothing fills this empty space 
Where promises once were
You...

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Akin to daffodils got to puff the magic dragon GoDaddy seed achieve
visibly absent pride and prejudice where aggrieve
ment unseen, as careening human bits believe
where forebears of Adam and the ants sandy dunes cleave
species pollination, yet devoid of any sense nor sensibility that deceive
themselves philanthropic buttressed...

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CONSIDER, THOU BRAIN

Would thou consider, Brain
How much is the worth
I have strived these many years
From childish curl to bristly grey hair
In other for thee to reason and 
Be the base of ingenuity to life?

For this, I schooled thee
Here and overseas in alien soils
Larning to enhance...

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Recluse by dint of circumstance

Proud anonymous troglodytes 
forerunners of mine
confronted threats less horrific
than forty fifth commander in chief
of United States of America.

He/him (matted hair, ratty, scrawny, 
and tetchy ugly villain)   
scurried into dark recesses of hermitage
averse to cavort, frolic, inure himself
into the duplicitous...

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