Descendents Poems | Examples

A DAYDREAM AND DREAM

A daydream 
as some Africans wait for some western   
media to push the agenda of decolonisation 
of Africa.

A daydream 
when some Africans of diaspora think of being  
respected by some westerners 
when some African countries 
are still in neo - colonisation. 

A daydream 
when some Africans sing about "free Africa " 
and others join colonisers 
to remain in neo-colony 
for the minority benefits. 

A daydream 
when millions of Africans 
and african descendents 
keep promoting  some western stuffs 
on social networks which ruine 
the development of Africa. 

A daydream 
when some western corruptors 
and banks cupture some African corrupt leaders 
and end up sabotaging  the economy 
of their counties wantonly. 

A dream 
To Free Africa is a good dream 
of many loyal african leaders 
who continue to stand for the rights
of all Africans. 

A dream 
To Unite Africans is a good dream 
of millions of Africans who are betrayed
 by some African traitors.

Apple Picking

The old wooden gate is inviting.
A testament to the careful hands of a previous owner. It squeals a greeting as the celtic filigree moss yields to my presence.
I discard my footwear, seeing the need to connect with the fertile green mat of welcome. Apples hang like fragile bejewelled baubles, sweet and dew laden.
A translucent moist mist meanders above the emerald carpet.
I have no intention of disturbing the delicate beauty of the silhouetted trees, yet a whispering invitation begs me to taste and enjoy.
As I pluck the low-hanging blessing, ruddy red and crimson cool to the touch.. the trees whisper again to each other in musical melancholy.
I bite. 
Revealing the future of humanity; like Eve, captured by a naive delight. The juice runs away from my lips like an uncontrolled lie.
I ponder, revealing the descendents in this sculptured core, as it falls from my loosened grasp. I can easily count the seeds in this apple, but could never count the apples in each seed.
I sense a Holy moment, knowing my soul will always be grateful for the symphony of the orchestral orchard.

Contest: Apple Picking
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori

Disclosure Project U F O

The disclosure project and Dr Stephen Greer
He claims he's debreifed almost a thousand
On U F O events through the last twenty years?
I have listened to testimony that challenged
My mind.? Is some part hallucination.? What
Will we find, a president, or presidents pushed
Away, silenced deleted.? In many ways.? How
Much aligns with Bible verse? I'm looking at
Bad; and fearing..? Even worse?? I will now dig
Deeper, it must be done, alls not new under the
Sun, determination and practice best.' Only for
The people we must invest ' a clear field of 
Vision we all deserve, if you know of happenings
That may at first sound absurd.' If there has
Been deception in your military life? Why push
Things under? Why with reality strive? If at your
Core you beleive (serve and protect) would it
Be more viable, to interject.? I beleive the majority
Would cover your back.' If they sense true
Freedom is under attack.' I'll follow this project
Maybe its the result of deeo sin ? Resultant of
Demon descendents we are told of as the early
nephilim.?

When I Get Old

When I get old
I will attain a clean heart of gold
as wise as that of King Solomon
until I turn the ripe old age 
of one hundred years old


I will pattern my life
after that of Lady Wisdom
instead of that of Lady Folly
which I had followed in my youth
subscribing lessons from my lifetime
and writings I would of left behind
into the hands of my descendents
like a baton in a relay race


When I get old
my heart will forsake 
the desire and comforts
of the earthly pleasures 
I had aspired for in my youth
because these such things 
will become nothing but frivolity 
but an adventure of spending 
my days walking with the Lord
on the sand and ocean waves 
and sports fishing on my boat
until my name is called upon
by our divine Father above 
for my earthly departure

Stars In the Sky

pixie dust of creation's oasis
               strategically placed to shine
   Abraham's descendents of faith
            ~each given a name

Then He brought him outside and said, “Look now toward heaven, and count the stars if you are able to number them.” And He said to him, “So shall your descendants be.”
Genesis 15:5 NKJV

4-29-2021

Transcendence

Through descendents
Ascend
God defends
Our Holy Spirit we must invite
To honor whom was always right
There will be many to call friends
God follows against the trends
His precious kiss
Which has been missed
Awoken from sleep
The slop was steep
Precious seal
Now revealed
The covenant of God above
We are blessed by his love
Glorious
We were kept harmonious
Sound of relief
To all who have grieved
His will shall be done
Our Lord has come
Leaned through heart
Worlds apart 
Through inclusion
Kept an illussion
Attribution through sea
Lives within thee
Our world was confused
For many were used
To all who call themelf the enemy
May God show you his mercy
All demons succomb
God beat was wrung 
Through faith we have won
Conquered our afterthoughts
Our chains have dropped
God has vanquished 
All that anguish
His people have been heard
He is monitoring the herd
Show your kindness
Within his likeness
Angel beautiful birth
Graced our earth
Celebration through power
God heart required
Surrender
His voice speaks louder

Make Poetry Your Legacy

To everybody, but especially -
I write this poem for the elderly
who like to wield their awesome pen with might!
Make poetry your legacy and write.

Imagine this: you come upon - one day -
the “gem” of an ancestor passed away.
How thrilling knowing what brought them delight.
Make poetry your legacy and write.

I think that even though change comes with time,
the past still teaches in free verse or rhyme.
Past mistakes might set our future right!
Make poetry your legacy and write.

We’ve much to learn from those who went before.
Words to descendents ought to be the door
that brings so many vital things to light.
Make poetry your legacy and write!


March 11, 2021
for Line Gauthier's Poetry As Legacy Poetry Contest

In the Good Old Days

We were all much younger, happier then,
And untouched by heartache, sadness;
In dreams, we go back again and again,
And bring to our hearts gladness!

From Grandpa Frank, father of the Fields,
And Miss Pauline, who married his boy;
The hand of fate's no longer concealed,
As countless descendents live the joy.

When we were young, our parents were, too,
And each day was a new surprise;
When we were young, all skies were blue,
And life was sunrise, apple pies!

In the good old days, we laughed a lot,
And were high spirited and free;
And remembered what time had forgot,
And was unable to foresee.

In the beginning, we were carefree,
Back in those young love days;
I caught a glimpse of all eternity,
Once, in the good old days!

A Reflective Poem of the 1970's Drive In Movie Mark of the Witch

There is a stack of books over there 
One has information that could change your life if you care 
Then have your collegiate book fair 
And in the end you will end up with a scare 

You will find out about your descendents past 
On that seventies stage of academics with flasks 
Oh my you lovely book warm 
Your attitude will  turn 

If you are obsessed with these pages 
At your intellectual ages 
A witch will invade your space 
And you may have to built your case 

Why oh why are these younglings destined to die 
Watch Mark of the Witch 
that has Ivy Leaguers who all they do is  .  


Marc

Due Process

The murder get due process
The rapist get due process
The predator get due process
But an illegal immigrant cannot 
get due process
Where is the justice

Have we become a
Nation of lawless
People
God forbid

Lord I am a descendents
of force immigrants
Slaves
Help the people who "want" to be here

Abraham's Seed - Genesis 22: 17-18

Having a walk along the shore
so many thoughts in your mind
looking down on the sand
sparkling from the sun so shined
 
Here’s a picture of the eternal promise
God made to Abraham so long ago
His descendents would be like the sand
shining like heavens jewels all aglow
 
This would be indeed Abraham’s seed
that God’s spirit would particularly plant
all of His choosing in eternity past
showing His mercy as He does grant
 
These seeds can’t be numbered
just like sand on the shore
such is God’s unique wonderful love
out of His abundance He does pour
 
We owe our Lord such a debt
for His magnificent free salvation
to us He’s given His blessed son
so we’re part of the heavenly nation
 
(walking along the shore recently brought thoughts of the sand and how God's promise to Abraham that his descendants would be as sand of the sea shore.

' I will surely bless you, and I will surely multiply your offspring as the stars of heaven and as the sand that is on the seashore. And your offspring shall possess the gate of his[d] enemies,  and in your offspring shall all the nations of the earth be blessed, because you have obeyed my voice.' )Genesis ch. 22vs. 17-18 (ESV)

Happy French Defeated Day

He raised his glass, then sipped his beer.
Gringos all then raised a cheer!
"To Mexico!" Hear them cry, "Oh!"
"Today is good old Cinco de Mayo!"

"To freedom for old Mexico!"
Their 4th of July so we've been told.
"The day they earned their independence."
"The day they won for their descendents!"

"Señor, I think your book has cracks.
I think you need to check your facts.
Our independence is in the Fall.
About us, you seem to have built a wall."

"Buenos dias, señor" he would say.
"And happy Battle of Puebla Day."
   Oh my, who could ever tell?
"Happy Cinco de Mayo to you as well!"

Spruce Fairies

Here be the descendents of potent fairies

glowing leaves , thistles sewn

Petals glimpse wan proof

Resplendent  features garb of petals beings


Mortals said to have white mice

Small villages strange, By birch and spruce trees

Wooden pallidness, mist golden silvery hair blown

Greatest treasures Leshia



Souls who shall travel

Hidden in glens so thick

Howling dewiness,legends tell

Listen on the innocuous nigh

Pre-Mortality Angst

We’ve been together since creation.
You’d be my mother, I’d be your son.
We watched each passing generation,
Hoping mankind would continue on.

Our assigned ancestors lived and died,
While perpetuating onward our lineage,
In spite of disease, famines, genocides--
Or wars for lands, religions, or just pillage.

Civilizations rose and fell, rise and fall;
Empires, city-states, kingdoms, and nations.
Our ancestors were amidst them all
Back to our earliest generations.

You and I were held back to a modern age.
Happily mankind managed to carry on
Long enough for us to take the stage.
But there’s a new terror for us: abortion.

Your parents happily wanted you to be,
So I wished you godspeed at the portal.
Saying “see you later” you promised me
That I’d have a chance to live as a mortal.

Now I’m left with my potential descendents,
Hoping that you will soon keep your word,
Because now on you we are all dependent
To perpetuate our family ever onward.

Pile Up Nursing Home Saga

The mind not plummet with worries complain,
sign it all over, just what remains
sugar & symbols & lollypop limbos
smoothing all tredmarks, objections to wane!

Give all to descendents.
sign off with your name
to care place' imcumbents
who struggle your claim!

Phased then in one spectrum
lets cover it all
days craze resurrection
not needing console!

Yet no celebration
can merit this stall
in trust's aggravation
I fight for my gaul!

The prayer congregation
relinquish not call
senior admonition
from big pharm recall!

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