Best Heritage Poems
A SONG THAT WILL ONLY MAKE SENSE
TO EAST COASTERS! (CANADA)
A heritage that we all share, our blood is maritime.
We thrill to see the Bluenose, her picture on a dime.
Emotion for an ocean, gray Atlantic ever by,
Newfoundland, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, PEI.
We’ve been to L’Anse Meadows, explored the Labrador.
Cruised the Ponds in Gros Morne Park, fished Caplin from the shore.
Raised a glass at Crow’s Nest, saw the sunrise Cape Spear beach.
Sang along with Great Big Sea, kissed the Cod and drank the Screech.
We’ve inner tubed the Nashwaak, fly fished the Miramichi.
Been to Historic Village in the heart of Acadie.
Climbed the Big Bald mountain, walked on Fundy’s floor.
Coasted up Magnetic Hill, scoffed at the Tidal Bore!
A heritage that we all share, our blood is maritime.
We thrill to see the Bluenose, her picture on a dime.
Emotion for an ocean, gray Atlantic ever by,
Newfoundland, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, PEI.
Sang “Farewell to Nova Scotia|”, drank Rita’s tea as well.
Danced all night at Ceilidhs, been to the Citadel.
Strolled the shore of Baddeck Bay, where the Silver Dart took flight.
Walked the wharf called Fisherman’s, the rocks at Peggy’s Light.
Sang “Bud the Spud!” with Stompin’ Tom, watched splinters fly away.
Ate lobster at church suppers, could hardly walk away.
Picked potatoes for the farmers, back in our childhood years.
Crossed Confederation Bridge, eight miles long me dears!
A heritage that we all share, our blood is maritime.
We thrill to see the Bluenose, her picture on a dime.
Emotion for an ocean, gray Atlantic ever by,
Newfoundland, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, PEI.
A heritage that we all share, our blood is maritime.
We thrill to see the Bluenose, her picture on a dime.
Emotion for an ocean, gray Atlantic ever by,
Newfoundland, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, PEI.
Ellis Pringle Craig, 2024.
I am the cornerstone
In the legend of timeless Oaks
That so profoundly stand alone
Magnificent in strength and age
A noble guardian of longevity and resilience
My permanence and stamina
Is willed to rise above all other trees
Yet hold the ground deeply rooted
And take my solemn vow of continuance
As the sovereign commemorative
To the ultimate power of eternal Mother Earth
I enfold the spirit of the Origins
Spread over fields of enduring horizons
Of timeless Suns and Moons
And shifts of transformation
I hold the secret of this beacon of wisdom
This core of breed and birth
For this, the Tree of Life
I am the last - the only future
I am the heritage seed - the acorn
Given to shed with the passing of time
As the chronicle offspring of ancestors
To be reborn in the singular act of purpose
To reach far in my branching to the sky
As the gateway of earth and heaven
April 27, 2020
The Last Acorn Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
I represent a culture so deep in history
The history our ancestors passed on to our generation
The foundation that lead to the greatest civilisation
Which has open the eyes of many and de ears of hearers
We stood so strong from the river Nile
Bathe deep within its riches, sailed with great desire and landed as conquerors
We fought side by side with the Nubians against the Assyrians
Slaying giants and warriors from far and near with our proudly manufactured tools
One thing that will never be taken from us is our pride n stool
The pride of our glorious heritage, the stool of our graceful ancestors and our homeland Africa
A home we lived in since ancient Solomon
A place we find solace,peace, love and care and see the fruits of our labour yield each day
A place we toil the land and get blessed with its harvest
What a great joy and a pleasure to call myself an African child
Africa runs deep thru my veins like hot spring steam
Its water quenches my thirst, its food satisfy my hunger and its lovesoothes my soul and heals my wounds
It gives me a sense of belonging, building a society together with my people
what a joy to know our people have such big hearts,very hospitable, humble and unique in our own special way
We make hospitality a grace that blesses people from all walks of life
And we humble ourselves to kings and slaves of north and south, east and west
Our ancestors handed to us something more precious than silver n gold
And we cherish it with all our hearts,minds and souls
Today we stand strong not minding what our oppressors say
Nor think of what they accuse us for...we live on a free land with free minds
We believe in our culture passed on to us for many centuries
And we are delighted of it as it unravels itself each day to strengthen us and lead us on
I am proud to be African
And am blessed to be identified as an African child
Africa our true identity!!!!
HIStory Father
HERitage Mother!
Copyright © 2015
07.2.2015
Edited: 7/8 - 7:48pm
Symbols of Southern and Northern pride
on both sides who lived and died
An American story
a clash for glory
Whose glory in this land?
that native man?
he was already here
and faced a new fear
for him, who stands and cheer?
Another who didn't ask to come
whipped and chained by some
Flag of Dixie became a motivator for hate
years beyond those historic dates
once again the South wrought this debate
This time it was nine
who will it be next time?
Those scars, those scars - are not forgotten
left many of our Americans alone and frighten
Oppression and terrorism aren't new
it has always been started by a few-
from murder to rape
hardly any one escape
Now, America's Old Glory flies
standing guard over those cries
Ole confederacy ideas still wants to divide
by creating the Klan, they tried
to destroy peace while others were denied
"We The People," aren't a nation for a few
if our Armed Forces fight for me and you
So, lets not disgrace this divined nation
with a flag that embraces segregation
It's time to mend and get on beyond our past
or their Klan will continue to march in mass
The Star Spangled Banner, of Stars and Stripes
our enemies foreign and domestic love to fight-
this flag, a symbol of freedom against who might
"We The People" under this Banner, are one
from numerous wars hard fought, and won
Like that brave American Eagle that flies high
only one starred flag of Glory should wave him by
by: LPruitt
7/2/2015
8:50pm
My heritage is a mixture
Of backgrounds. Let's start on
My Dad's side of the family.
My Dad's mom is Irish and English.
My Dad's dad is Irish and German.
My Mom's mom is Scottish and Irish.
My Mom's dad is blood Hungarian.
So in other words,
I'm a mutt! or as others say,
"Heinz 57!"
A heritage no man can sell,
a history no man can tell;
so much we share in Jesus' band,
nothing to fear, in storms we stand.
To lordly things we are kindred,
mansions of gold, pure and sacred;
to endless beam, to saintly streams,
to heaven's gaze and holy hymns.
Our dreams are shaped eternaly
by faith and love in God's alley;
no baser thought our spirit fills,
as we approach heavenly hills.
We who are born of Christ Jesus,
Hallelujah is our chorus;
pilgrims we are, on earth we roam,
yet pressing on to our glorious home.
The apostles entrusted the “Sacred deposit” of the faith
Contained in Sacred scripture and Tradition
To the whole Church
By adhering to this heritage
The entire holy people
United to its pastors
Remains always faithful to the teaching of the apostles
The brotherhood
To the breaking of bread
Prayers
So, in maintaining
Practicing
Professing the faith that has been handed on
There should be a remarkable harmony between the bishops
Faithful
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We have come a long way we have been fighting for centuries and decades to get
where we are.
Jim Crow and the Segregated south couldn't keep us down.
We fought to be equal by marching the streets of the south all the way to D.C.
Slavery may have tried to keep us down and make us give up.
But we held our heads up high and looked to the sky and Prayed to God to help us.
And he did he saw us through he made us stronger it was another's day journey
and we were glad about it.
My heritage enlightens me it inspires me to be a better person and to be my best.
My culture motivates to want more to educate the younger generation.
From the plantation to the white house we have come a long way.
To see the future through and have a brighter day.
The south thought they had us bound but they were wrong.
The Lord knew what he had in store for us all along.
He showed us the light............
And kept us through the night.
People like the Reverend Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson are keeping the legacy
alive .
By making sure that we know our rights and get the respect we deserve.
I am enlightened by what Martin Luther, Malcolm X and Frederick Douglass did.
They were motivated even though they came from different backgrounds.
My ancestors pulled through so I could see something unique and divine.
Segregation turned into intergration Jim Crow evolved into the background paving
the way for Barack Obama to become president.
If only Jim Crow knew he paved the way for civil rights.
For marches upon Washington D.C. and for Lunch Counter Sit-ins.
All those hymns and Justice he paved the way for Rosa Parks to say enough is
enough.
To not give up her seat and to be treated as equal citizens.
My heritage and my culture breathes within me and I must keep the legacy going
strong.
All my days long.
As we walked towards the festival
We hear the drumbeats and the chanting
Soon we were close enough to view the dancers
Fantastic costumes - red, blue, green, yellow
All the dancers were wearing feathers and pieces of metal
which jangled at they danced
Surrounded by onlookers the dancing
reached a fever pitch
The winners were announced
Later, buffalo burgers and a look around
at Native American crafts
Great way to spend a warm Saturday in June
Batu Tulug near the bridge
In the small village people fish
In the river they cross the bridge
The white stone hill a heritage
There are coffins of the old dead
At the peak they are buried
I love you peace. Let’ sail together. Layag Sug!
16 October 2014, Peak Hut Batu Tulug
Heritage Museum. Salam Jumaat.
I have a Godly heritage
Living in God's likeness
Like the stars in the sky
Shinning in their greatness
Am living in my prime
My glory in it highness
I was born with nothing
Ended up having everything
For it is not where you come from
But where you are going
It is not what you have done
But what you are doing
Many are called
But the chosen are few
The time is now
My time is due
He has changed me
I am made new
You've studied me like a book, while the whole time I've let you,
Even went to the extent to lie, and used everyone around you,
Professing knowledge like you knew before it's existence,
Yet the whole time you owned it you were in the middle of your own experience,
The keeper of his word kept his promises the day I walked away,
I didn't need to lift a finger, or strain to explain,
I didn't need to prove the dream ever existed,
I stopped trying to relay the message, and trusted God in the process,
I sat in the mud purposely, so you could become free,
The sacrifice was worth more than any degree,
Did you forget where I came from??!, My heritage speaks,
The inheritance of my generations lay it down at His feet,
The least are the greatest in the sight of my God,
And when we are weak, our hearts remain strong,
You entrusted me with a gift, and through faith I believed,
Otherwise my king would of never handed me that key,
So who is the owner of the gift, you ask?, it's certainly not me,
But if he asks me to hold it for him, in my heart I'll intercede,
I'll believe in his promises to break down these walls,
I'll stand firm in his love until those barriers are gone.
Roman conquest introduced new religion
law and customs.
Christianization was also influenced by Celtic Christianity
and it was sanctioned through the ages.
Many of our priests went straight to God
as stones thrown on entrenchments,
persecuted, tortured, martyred,
only because of their faith.
They were servants of true God.
Were is exoneration of noble and just?
Our catholic king, Canute said,
”There is no king but Jesus”.
Can you be at peace,
denying it to others?
Can you proclaim the freedom,
if you oppress the people?
Literature was pursued
by the greatest individuals who ever lived,
and they left us works of unsurpassable wisdom;
human emotions have always been the same,
and this can't attest to the fact that they will not change anytime soon,
but the freer we are, the further we go up in our balloon.
The richest heritage of Humankind
is found in the written word, which is heard often and not really understood;
where would we be today without the plays and sonnets of Shakespeare that were quite sad,
or Dante's famous canto, not excluding superb works by modern writers?...
During the dark ages, monks translated books from Greek and Latin into common languages;
as the barbarians destroyed everything found in their path, civilization did not end.
Tragedies of famous people attracted the lucrative minds of poets who had heard of them,
thus embellishing them with their vivid imagination and present actual facts...I follow in
their poetic footsteps, writing down stories that have recently happened, or occurred
before I was born; and with ideas as interesting as theirs, I continue in that tradition
without envying their unaging expressions and distinguished style, but by aggrandizing them.
Literature has finally found its merited place in History, unlikely a hundred years ago,
more people are voraciously reading, and keeping the writers busy by admiring
their sensational works, making comments of encouragement to boost up their optimism;
and to theaters they go and spent an entire night to listen to drama and satire...to scoff,
laugh, or cry when emotions intensify by the sconces of the electric lights; and cheering,
they applaud the richest heritage of Humankind on stage, and are captivated by its scenario.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci