The Constitution says
Extends Freedom of Speech
America’s release
Forefather belief
Eyes of free words
“We The People”
Essence in the sound
Freedom lifted
Comfort and expression
Political evolution
History lesson
Civil Rights Movement
Battle cry
Walking in miles
Shall, Conquer and Abolish
Shouts of unrest
Courage in the hearts
Shall not be stopped
Human Rights speaks
Rise and Wise up
We The People of this nation
We are taking a stand
This is America’s land
Principles that bind
Constitution stands
Higher powers want to change and rearrange
We the People say things should stay the same
Laws having Laws
Rules with a don’t touch
One beginning with a reason
New beginning wants communism
The Forefathers that came before saw a need for the constitution
It was going to be America’s Resolution
Higher powers are seeking a different direction
Word for word sections with insertions
Executive Order after Executive Order
Statue of Liberty, your voice silenced
Civil Rights, you are being ignored
Freedom is being dimmed with no tomorrow
We the People are ready for a fight to defend
This is not America’s end
Standing and Chanting
“We The People have had Enough”
Forefather’s souls have been uplifted in our cause
Reality has set in
Ready has been holding steady
Our eyes on who we are and what can be accomplished
The names of each Forefather established
We the People now and continuing forever
The multitudes with power hour by hour
We will never tire nor sour
We The People eyes
Understanding and Wise.
His forefather migrated,
He left his kinsmen,
He left his clan,
He went in search of a home,
He journeyed far from his homeland,
He traversed territories,
None was befitting to settle,
Some were private properties,
Others lacked the serenity he desired,
He journeyed further until he found a place,
A place that embraced him,
A place of pristine beauty,
A place where the river
goes in a tranquil flow,
He grew and became great,
From a few people to a great nation.
October 28, 2022.
When Bayt lahm guttured Bait lehem,
no bagels and baguettes are baked.
As hummus and labneh melting down,
prickly grapes grown in Golan Heights,
Awakened Elchanan terminated Goliath.
Raising Rachel tribes of nomadic life,
goes to a mysterious hypogeum.
The underground chamber,
forefather of Hebron and Nablus.
Breathe, celebrate our ways; never forget them.
Rejoice in the power of our foremother, forefather.
Puissance in each footstep.
Celebrate their words; sing loud, spirited.
Sing to the moon which they saw.
Sing to the stars which were in their eyes.
Rejoice in every step, tap the earth; wake up old souls!
Let them know that we are here; willing.
Dance, laugh; tell them that you will never stop;
never stop until we dance, laugh and shout together.
Always; still today; under HIS Eyes, never parted, never will.
Adam is my ancestor
Ibrahim is my forefather
Moses is my mentor
Jesus is my teacher
Muhammad my beloved preacher
The seal of prophethood,
The last messenger.
Allah is my creator, sustainer and master,
The giver of life and death,
Breath and the best of life,
The most gracious, the most merciful,
I am a Muslim & Islam is my religion.
Oh, Father God, breathe a family blessing over us.
God, You are our hope and truth.
Bless us like You blessed Naomi and Ruth
In seeking You, we are avid
Free us like You did forefather David
Sweet minstrel and king of Israel.
You opened the blessing well.
May no suffocating plague come,
Fear, distraction, confusion and the some!
No root of bitterness stay
To take our joy or peace away
As You protect us in our place.
We have smiles on each face
For Your grace and strength too
We praise and we thank You!
Second Chance May 2016
Sponsor: Eve Roper
five generations
connected to my grandpa
kindred forefather
parents united
unto them came four children
love to go around
mother faced cancer
a dear lady, my angel
adulthood so strong
adoring siblings
warmhearted and devoted
affections of blood
money not vital
wealthy in rich loyalty
assets of true faith
our childhood dog Bo
my sweet Golden Retriever
my canine best bud
united as one
roots form a family tree
belovedly linked
Date Written: April 30, 2016
Date Finalized:May 19, 2016
I enter my primeval room lit with candles
from an ethnic sanctuary, and revisit
the mural of ancestral stories
where horses and men flock to graze
the oracles of generational chants
along a temple of ceremonies fed by rituals
now slowly molding in my mind…
the old folk confessions and communion
of decades cycled and recycled
by a rare history: parables marching back
to fables of peace -gongs and Asian warlike drums
claimed by time, claimed by my elder's rice wine,
that marrow against marrow
my flesh entwines among brave natives --
brothers of protection...mothers who nourish homes
as this ancestry cascades unto next heirs
of heirs of children like myself
bequeathing ruins and triumphs from
wise old souls, from our men’s legends…
and as the candle drifts,
my origin's history floods
these veins: I climb into life’s inner roots
and there my great forefather dwells
inside my blood... feisty, gentle, life-giving:
that somehow, I carry his heritage today,
I am his blood.
John Hamilton's Ancestral Roots
Submitted 6/10/2017
Let's foray, let's foray
Let's foresee the success of our nation.
To becoming foremost
The foreman is on the roll
Let's pray to our forefather and foregather
The army is foregoing
Let's forefront the other
And forget rivalry
Let's foray and foregather
To give a foregone conclusion.
By Manthra
There is no
race
there is peace
in time we see
harmony
the race that you
know
is a sham
breed
to lie
too invite
anger
to shed
blood
over colors
yet their are no
colors
and nature
intended
us all
as one
and two
be true to the truth
of life
though
your eyes
i gain
strength
and the forefather lies
LMG3
FUNERAL RITES
Hunter and the hunted -
It's a breach of contract
Finger , pointed at me ,accusing ,my dad .
Muse forefather , consecrated water ,
An agreement on half burnt chest ,
Primitive scribes chiselled-
Dad, you shake me in my sleep
Lifeless curses on me
Zenith of fear, I agonists
Tent a bye-pass
My love offerings to you dad .
My son breakes glass
Leap beyond circles
I weep in remorse
How I imposed solitude on you!
Brunt out ashes
Broken words-
Dad..............my Day.
FUNERAL RITES
Hunter and the hunted-
Itís a breach of contract
Finger, pointed at me, accusing, my dad.
Muse forefather, ancestors of Time
Sandal, flowers, consecrated water,
An agreement on half burnt chest,
Primitive scribes chiselled-
Dad, you shake me in sleep
Lifeless curses on me
Zenith of fear, I agonists
Tend a bye-pass
My love offerings to you dad.
My son breaks glass
Leap beyond circles
I weep in remorse
How I imposed solitude on you !
Burnt out ashes
Broken words-
Dad...........my Dad.
I was staring into your meager eyes,
As you were glaring into the violent skies.
Helplessly, you took your last breath,
Ignorant that you were on the brink of death.
And in that moment accursed,
You lay with your spirit burst,
Taken by the visiting angel,
As you left us in fear, shaken.
We felt forsaken, heartbroken and forever awaken.
I still remember that day,
Seeing the life in you just slip away.
Today, as the clock struck six thirty,
I struggle to write a poem so wordy,
I feel dirty, and a ashamed,
That we can live a life not free of pain.
And as you slowly disappeared into the grave,
I stood restless, feeling nothing to save.
Forefather, I was the last to walk away
From where you were lain and will forever remain,
And I prayed you will walk forever free of pain.
R.I.P.
May I lift sorrow from your sunken chest
Hold your weary frown at valor’s behest
I wish these words we could have shared
My opportunity…tears from your despair
How many brethren did you lose this day
Unsung dreams lying in an unmarked grave
You fought for a life, you would never live
Your bravery an anthem, this nation your gift
You were colonial peasants, uneducated rabble at best
Outnumbered and abated, branded by a crown’s crest
Yet your courage was contagious, charging as you bled
You sacrificed your very breath, the last one I just read
I did not know, as feet swept by you like smoke filled shards
The last sight you saw, a frayed flag’s wavering call to arms
From Charlestown to Saratoga, not a single battle was won
Except this war, the birthplace of freedom’s newfound son
Was it your belief in fate, that fighting spirit of Bunker Hill
Crossing the icy night, retreating only to Washington’s will
Or was it conviction, in the heart of a martyred man
Dying for a dream, but not to be driven from his land
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