The clan of Icemen wear their mask
covering their faces while they attach
They try to cover their guilt and shame
But in the house of God that shame remains
In westerns a mask was proof of a robber
Hiding their identity to avoid their slaughter
Zorro wore a mask and The Lone Ranger too
But no one ask the question what their mask do
what kind of law protects bank robbers and Jessy James
Since when did the sheriff had to hide his name
An officer of the law has a certain fame
With that fame comes attached a proud name
Nothing like The Untouchables or the O K Coral
But something hidden hiding their moral
Pharisees and Sadducees of our own day
Chasing Gods disciples away yes away
One can't help but wonder
What will happens to their souls
After finding out that to Satan they were sold
the avant-garde clan considered themselves intelligentsia
devoted to intellectual and cultural pursuits
wealthy?
yes.
intelligent? In some ways
but not intelligentsia.
true intelligentsia are illuminati.
advocates for social reforms
concerned for the less fortunate
builders, creators, endowers,
of hospitals and social services
this avant-garde clan was snobbish
felt they were better than most others
looked down at the peons
they lacked empathy, compassion and social consciousness
a friend told me that she thought illuminati means…
to sell your soul to the devil.
illuminati and intelligentsia are similar in meaning
these creeps possibly had sold their souls to the devil
their words were
me, me, me
I, I, I
not we we we
Family lineage
from oldest to youngest stand
Our family clan
Making a mistake,does not stipulate failure
It only emphasize your humanity
Embrace your weakness
Making a decision,does not mean intelligence
It only magnifize your thinking
Acknowledge your thoughtfulness
What it is,It is,
As the waterfalls,falls into the river
May they know who you are
Stimulating as it is
As the temperature,rise into the universe
May they know,what you have become
Touching as it is
Who you are,is who you are,
Making a commitment,does not stipulate stupidity
It only emphasize your values
Embrace your strengths
Making a seed,does not mean growth
It only magnifize your ability
Acknowledge your creativity
What's to come,would come
Proud to be a dad
I've the best job in the clan
~ Hands-on Diaper Man
A great forest grows dark and green,
Where little birds twitter amid the leaves,
Reynard the red coated one keen eye searching,
For squirrels leaping among branches tall,
Making sure the youngsters don’t fall,
A capercaillie scream rents the air,
Sounding like ban-sidhe in the air.
Trees creak and rattle in ancient tree talk,
Close together they whisper and plot,
Sending astray the unwary and proud,
Those who stravaig far from the path.
Deep in the depths a slow rising hill,
Crowned with a wall of log and thorn,
With a ditch to deter those who do ill,
A gate stands with warriors each side,
Armed with sword,shield and dirks sharp and slim,
Protecting those who dwell within.
Built long before by the ancestors long gone,
Their spirit lingering in every log,
Singing their song of “Torr na Craoibhe”, as it was once named,
In the tongue of ancients forever told.
Their song drifts over the trees,
Heard by creatures large and small,
For those who stop to listen and hear,
The wisdom within to teach and preserve,
The old ways of nature and ancient forest,
Helping all to live in joyous unity,
Listen and hear what they say.
© Andrew Provan McIntyre 28.4.2016.
The noble house rom the Scottish Lowlands
with the green, white, and blue bands.
The green for the salamander
resting on a bed of amber.
Although, factually, our monuments are ruins,
The kilt has a hint of blue in.
Having an appearance in the 12th century,
The history and descendants will never lose energy
Never behind as it appears on the crest
still stands today as it is above the rest.
Having no chief does not scare them,
for William Douglass was their original gem.
The nobleness of the first earl
Caused him to have a little girl
And those his children were considered "illegitimate",
They would have never allowed the clan to ascent.
Grateful
jubilant hearts
rekindle fellowship*
amidst warm camaraderie
vanquishing past woes of long distance-bond
fired-up by embers of God's love
in clan reunion’s bliss
glow as one soul
grateful.
*1John 1:7 But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin.
December 5, 2019
Honorable Mention, "STRAND SELECT 2..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/3/2020.
THE PUNDIT CLAN
Discriminating facts of a pundit clan
Soliciting for righteousness with a tainted garment
Days are aids, but couldn’t travel
Your table would have been filled with guilt
Men desired to be classed I certain class
Wanting to ride on the wind of pride
Manner proves no class, still with a class
Traveling on the wind of nature above shame
The day would one day deny a pundit several days
Their claim would see no light
Claimed facts would appeared a traveller like its origin
Buries along source in shame.
clan elders
a generation's wisdom
in touch with spirits
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on September 5, 2018
Been accused of being a useless old clam
Better to be remembered as just a silly old man
To entertain my workmates
Till the boss says, “WAIT!”
Outputs reduced, but “they're a happier clan!”
Once A Clan Is A Clan
Once a clan is a clan it can be a clan;
For instance, you have a Klu Klux Clan,
And another,
And another,
Until what you have is a Republi-clan.
Jim Horn
That is what they looked like in the
White House today.
As I come, for molarity
without molars.
No grinding was left
in the millstones.
The family
accumulates. My distorted shape
will not accept
the broken ankle.
Paraplegic, you run
faster than meteriorite.
The boom was heard
beyond cacophony.
It had come from
the blue. The burning anchor
of desire, without
the damp eyes.
Satish Verma
What's in a name?
Your roots.
Your clan.
All that made me
who I am.
Offered up
in marriage,
like a sacrificial lamb.
Reclaimed now..
beause I can!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
11/08/2015
King kong clan
Representative of the ape clan
King kong my name is world’s plan
My fellow beings to support but aghast
Historic ,extinct we are at last
By man’s venomous red blazing tan
.
For contest ‘ In 5 lines or less#1
11/2/15
Rizwana Bhurani
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