Best Progeny Poems

we ...
are strands ...
they, a strumming, resonant -
notes of an ambrosial
strain that tickles the tympans of
life and enlightenment ...
they are thistle on the breath of spring,
pappus of a bloom, passionate,
set for naught but fruitful
purchase -
ideality, their roots ...
tender tendrils wrapped 'round
dreams that know
no waking ...
seeds...

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Mark Toney's Picture Prompt


How quickly time transforms lives
from youthful days of innocence
to having lived through decades
of happiness and burdensome trials.

Fortunate, if in the eyes of our progeny,
we are appreciated as family.
If they see us and hear us,
it means we've earned a place in their lives.
One,...

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Sweet creatures sprang forth from her mind.
How loved became her progeny, 
For fate with fancy intertwined;
Sweet creatures sprang forth from her mind.
A man’s young wife she would not be, 
and yet fulfillment she would find. 
Sweet creatures sprang forth from her mind. 
How loved became...

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this task to write thee (whom papa dust envy) difficult, 
   though aye selflessly assigned
thy beautiful daughter, whose sunny countenance 
   doth doubly (even donning sunglasses) blind
how charming, fixating, intoxicating...
   as if an exquisite meal I dined
and lack of...

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Up and down the line
ahead or far behind,
reality is faithful to a vision,
that is a pathway of its very own.
Any truth engendered is unique;
parallel be damned.

Yet reciprocal of leadership.
it then confirms and celebrates
what was, what is, what is to come.
Always, birth and death
move forth and...

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We sow discord,
Yet we're thirsty of peace.
We chant war,
Yet our ears call for euphonia.

Racism infests our world;
Tribalism invades like malaria.
Although we have diverse languages,
With love there is no barrier.

We attack the weak,
And leave them with dysthymia.
We hunt strangers like Tiger,
And replace euphoria with dysphoria.

Oh children...

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They say the apple 
doesn't fall 
far from the tree, 
but my spawn, 
(a better poet 
than me) is 
an oak of 
his own.

     for Michael...

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I dream of simpler days
Of chivalry and blooming skirts
Of Innocence
When poetry flowed from the heart
And the love felt there was true
When joy was real…
Take my hand and lead me into the past, 
Your past
Let me dream with you
walk in your memories 
re-live your experiences
Hand in...

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A butterfly caught
In a summer's hat
Released to freedom
His progeny flies

A butterfly caught
In a scientist's net
Penned, genus named
Now extinct species  

This is a Naani Poem but suppose to be only one stanza.....

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I remember when children were a blessing
For some, they seemed a burden to carry
Happy mine are all grown up, I’m confessing,
Now I have great-grandkids – it’s scary!
I’ll never have great-greats, I’m guessing.

Written October 12, 2022...

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She told me quietly

"He will hurt you"

But she also said that the energy that

surrounds and protects me is

the child that I gave birth to in the last life 

and is waiting for you to

find a suitable mate to

step up to the plate.  

Fill that...

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We are Adam's progeny,
But we separate ourselves from each other.
We are no more our brother's keeper;
Like Cain, we are diabolical.

Xenophobia feasts on our heart;
No sympathy for strangers.
We chew hate speech in the home;
We utter hate speech on media.

We look down on other race;
We must have...

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Some years ago,
having more than I needed
and time on my hands,
I deposited funds from
one side of the country 
to the other.
Private, closet sized rooms,
sanitized for my protection,
visual stimulations upon request.
Today my progeny are everywhere, 
and not once in all those years
so much as a father's...

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Should we shed the boy and be a man?
Shoot of spirit wild -to be tamed in the tamed land.
Where is the proof that this cynical evolution;
this cyclical passthrough is a strengthened constitution.
A blur and a blink of vision to the dreams' vantage point perception and...

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One day I pray to meet
My children's children, with my mother's blue eyed glee
Seeing me

My deepest wish
Blessed to see my progeny
Love rich

My child
Hope to see ye
Smile

One day I pray to meet
Blessed to see my progeny
Smile
...

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