Best Kinfolks Poems

Where did all those black people go in Black History such as W.E.B Dubois, 
George Washington Carver, Sojourner Truth,and many more that came before.
      Why have their families disappear?
When you search their genealogy, their surnames are found.
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Well here's another story
That I'd really like to share
It's about the first invention
Of a thing called underwear

Invented by one of my kinfolks
A man that the bible calls Adam
It caught on pretty quickly too
Cause pert near everybody had'em

I'll bet you didn't know it 
But Adam was...

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Blessed by a baby girl; our bundle of joy
Rising as a beautiful stream, flowing in our hearts...ahoy!
Offering her back to God, so He will watch and keep,
Our precious little angel, she is one of His sheep.
Kinfolks come to visit and to show her love,
Little do...

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So the ship will sail
For those who have the price to pay
And I have a tale
To leave here if I pass away
This journal will speak
To the journey I now shall take
From life here so bleak
To sunrise future that shall break
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You worked so hard but just exist.
Your high school grad dates you just missed,
evacuated from Ukraine.

In Russia’s army to resist,
you fought the tyrant Hitler’s reign.
You worked so hard but just exist

on meager pensions. You subsist
by choosing food or meds, that’s plain.
No other kinfolks to assist

in...

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Auburn-gold leaves drop from the trees,
Frail the grey skies, waning the sun.
A seagull wheels it final glide
Night winds cloak the mute of evening

I hear echoes through the rooftops,
Flurries scaling down on pane.
Autumn brings kinfolks together
For warm approach of gratitude!...

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I recall times of my life a long time ago,
We tend to do this more as we grow old.
That wonderful old house on that red dirt farm
Where many of my kin and daddy was born.
Grandmas', as we kids used to call it,
The rocking chair where...

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Way back yonder 
In my younger days 
When I had a lot of hair 
And some funny ways 
With mama in the kitchen 
And me making a wish 
And the joy in my heart 
When there was chicken in the dish 
Kin folks a coming...

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Roses are burgundy,
violets are dead,
and the family
blossoms I
hand-picked is
enfolded under my
pitch dark bed 

My hearts beats
slightly and my love
leaves silently 

Dismiss from mind
Ted, Greg, and Meg
who is sealed and
bedeviled under my
pitch- dark bed and
not to be
narrow-minded
although I’m looking
out for I instead 

Your smirk creates
the impression...

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I, Zechariah, was a faithful priest.
My, wife, Elizabeth, and I were known
for following God’s laws unfailingly.
No veering from the Scriptures, we’d condone.

Though we were blessed, there was a painful void.
My wife could not bear children. Long I’d prayed,
“Please give us, Lord, a child.” But we...

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I.
It was in the frontier town of Simmons,
in the year eighteen hundred ninety-one,
that two twin brothers, the Malcomson twins,
bought themselves a ranch that they hoped to run.

They were identical by the looking,
one was named Harmon, the other named Paul,
though they were mistaken much for each...

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I heard our ancestors came on the mayflower boat
sad part there was not a journal or a note
it sounds like a miracle my early grandparents Thomas and Susan Collier landed on Plymouth rock
a vision of their voyage made me feel spooky, haunted and in shock
its...

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God established the color of His children
Yes, we are all of God's children
Well, we are one big extended family across the earth
More than that, we are brothers and sisters, kinfolks to each other
Our skin colors are an evolutionary adaptation and process due to the environmental...

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I abhor the night 
For sleep has sworn enmity with my lids
Lethal questions plague my peace
And my heart shows me no pity
In finding rest for my head
Try, try and try I try
But the questions gush like 
A burst public pipe
What if the sun were to...

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As I walk the path my kinfolk tread
Among the tombstones of the dead
Their tortured whispers beg for peace
The end to violence,the war to cease
I am but one I quietly said
I can make no difference for you are dead
You are so wrong the voices scream
It takes...

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