Kinfolk Poems | Examples

My Friend Wagon John

Wagon John was not just another old cowpoke.
In conversation I heeded most words he spoke.
a wagon his home,
wherever he’d roam.
He died alone on the trail without any kinfolk.

frog musician

the trombone had never been more appreciated or loved
frog dressed up in his best striped pants, his hands well gloved
took the instrument to the bog and began to play a merry tune
the evening was lightened by the brilliant light of the harvest moon

kinfolk had no idea how talented he was, their relative, Chay
his own mother was stunned at his ability; she met a new son that day
He did not stop at the trombone, he learned to play drums and the strings.
Then he ran off to Arkansas to play with an orchestra, in Hot Springs.

f g h i j k l m

fabulous fabricated forlorn frenzied Franciscan fable
garnered garrulous geese gathered at Gloria’s gable
harboring a hangout for a hunter with Achille’s heel
identifying idiosyncrasies that are less than ideal
juggling jam-packed jokesters without a good joke
Keeping an eye out for kibitzers and kindly kinfolk
like-minded Lilliputian with a lullaby I like
manifesting mystical magic, then throwing down the mike

Of Crows and Possums

Sitting on a long deck
At a trailer
In South Georgia
Wind in the Pine Trees
Reading Nathaniel Hawthorne

My stomach is empty
except for
this longing and guilt

A murder of Crows
loudly soar through
Creasing the boughs of the Pines
It is only
Them and I
And

Love that I left
Love that I lost

A hollow serenity settles in

I pull at the Scarlet Letter
Blazing on my chest
Hester exposed

As the Sun sets
A Possum skirts the front yard
Unnoticing me

He is my Kinfolk
An eater of ticks
An old world scavenger
Deceiving the world
Playing dead

Yet
I cannot
The blood on my hands
isn't mine

sKinfolks

Believe it or not, they will stick it to you first.

For them, it's light work 'cause they don't have to rehearse.

With so much favorable DNA and proximity, 

There is always a classroom nearby for a quick study. 

Close! Closer than you think and closer than most

A slow demise can commence at a holiday toast. 

Pencils and pads are always handy for the collection of intel.

So be careful about what you reveal or what you tell. 

It's sad. Yes, I know. It's very sad, but your challenges or stumbles make them so glad. 

The face of schadenfreude, they welcome 

A big smile adorns their face whenever there is bedlam.

Glad and happy to see you're not fulfilling your destiny. 

This is why they're constantly playing with your energy.

So, words to the wise. Please beware of some kinfolk. 

They may look and talk like you, but it is your failure they want to coax.

The Demons Within

So if you think the Bible was bad with the Demons within
Think of the parasites in your guts carrying their bad Jinn

All these events of mass shooters killing off all the kinfolk
Some blame medication, water you drink, as even smoke

But if so would not there be as more killers with each day
No these events are random and you are their given prey

As mind controlling, once they are living inside your brain
Tipping us from stable to a person that is Demonic insane

Fed the food to act as the worlds, own ticking time bomb
Cooked, and given so innocently, by our own loving Mom

Just think of probiotics, as the guardian angels in your gut
Regular fasting goes a long way to those Demons to rebut

Those parasites are written within the Bible so read it well
And don’t give them the chance to send your mind to Hell

So before you take what I say with a pinch of that sea salt
Next time you go insane do not blame me it's not my fault

effectual effective effort

effectual effective effort
fortified Fred’s frenzied format
generating general genealogical gems
heaping habitual happiness
igniting impetus imperturbable inklings
justifying Jerry’s jerky juxtaposition
kindling kindred kinfolk
lamenting Larry’s lollygagging legalities
making melodious melodies

On Leaving my State versus if I Had Stayed

I left my state to study afar.
A church college lured me to go west
where it’s so dry and no fireflies are.
But I was young and followed no star
that could lead me to what would be best.

I left with no really firm goal.
A psychology major I’d thought
to pursue. My apathetic soul
got off that bus. A different role
I took when a new bus I caught!

Off this new bus, I found myself flung
onto a path I had never thought of -
to ESL teaching I then swung.
Also I fell into marriage quite young
and always lived far from kinfolk I love.

What if I had never moved away?
Was my aimlessness part of my fate?
Would I be happier living today
where all through my youth I used to play?
One can’t know what one can’t recreate.

One Merry Christmas Or Another

One Merry Christmas Or Another

Will this Christmastime be the best one you’ve had?
Will it be a joy and Feliz Navidad?
Will it be an endurance of familial hell,
Or peace and goodwill and a Joyeux Noël?

Is visiting kinfolk at Yuletide quite risky,
Or thrilling and Felicem Natalem Christi?
Are you certain that your days will be exciting and full;
An unforgettably happy and festive God Jul? 

Are your Christmases dismal or times to remember?
Do you try your utmost for a Krismasi Njema?
Or do you prefer to keep everything low,
Instead letting others have a Maligayang Pasko?

Whatever it means to you when comes the day:
A tedious trial or Giáng Sinh Vui Ve?,
I wish you peace wherever you’re goin’,
Happiness, joy and Nadolig Llawen.

Crown The King

CROWN THE KING
 
Kendrick, king of kinetic kinesis,
Kaleidoscopic knowledge knits keenest.
Kindled by Compton's kinetic flame,
Keen verses vie for victory, acclaim.4

Knightly in kendo of kindred beats,
Keeps a killing calmness under knit sheets.
Kicks, knuckles, knockouts off his notes,
His knavish knacks, knight-errant floats.8

King of the craft, crowned in creative conquest,
Kendrick the keystone, like Kinta Kunte's quest.
The keeper of keys to kingdoms is K.Dot,
Kindhearted kinfolk, Kenny is kinetically hot.¹²

Kendrick's alter ego kits Kung-Fu Kenny,
Kdot's "6:16 in LA" & "Not Like Us" impressed many.
Kendrick's career-spanning series of the same name
Keeps Kung-Fu Kenny kitted-up in the rap game.¹6

Kaleidoscope king, keep kindling the art.
Crown King Kendrick, he who's carved apart.¹8


VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Alliteration 
Copyright ©?11th May, 2024.

Great-Grandma's Table

They sit around the table
     and a few will shed a tear
Thinking about the kinfolk
     who are no longer here.
The photos on the mantle
     are fading quickly with time,
Just like all the memories
     which become so hard to find.

The youth have become restless
     as they are close to full grown;
Soon they'll be out in the world
     finding places of their own.
For that the elders worry,
     at the table now and then,
Because no one wants to say
     if they will come back again.

There are nicks and cuts and dents
     in the table top that's worn;
Its hosted funeral dinners,
     held the food for babies born.
A leg or two can wobble,
     its old feet can shrink or swell,
But if this table could talk
     so much hist'ry would it tell.

And now it's there on its own
     as the house's shell is gone;
The paint is cracked and faded,
     its legs won't hold it for long.
Sadly, though, the end is near
     for the hour's growing late;
There's no one left to return
     to retrieve if from its fate.

Alone at the Top

He always endeavored to win alone
And over the years, his methods he honed.
He projected strength and never seemed evil,
But others (to him) were throw-away people.
Most were people he barely knew,
And some were souls whose use was through.
A few were kinfolk that he knew well.
But in the end, they also fell.
People resented his wiles and ways
That he achieved his selfish goals each day.
He lied, cheated, and encroached upon rights, 
So that he could win his impossible fights.
Lives were destroyed and futures were lost,
Leaving many with deep emotional costs.
But now he’s alone after merciless toils,
With no one to love and share his spoils.
He is an ostracized soul who won alone,
Now emptily reaping what he has sown.

Featherless Angels

Our featherless angels have no wings;
Each one- a blessing to us brings.
Heavenly spirits, they are not;
from earthly beings, they are wrought.

A special friend, or maybe more-
the caring neighbor's open door;
a pastor's sermon- soothes, uplifts
with answers wrapped in verbal gifts.

The passerby who breaks a smile
to make a dull day seem worthwhile.
Each grandchild's visit lifts the heart;
an earthly angel from the start.

In families, involved and kind-
unfeathered angels we will find.
A mom and dad, with love so true;
siblings and other kinfolk too.

On our earth angels, wings won't spread-
just open hearts exposed, instead.
Besides those which in Heaven fly-
featherless angels are close by.

Jasmines Kiss

Lotus lips of lilac shade
planting pink fragrant kisses on my face
Kisses from auntie Jasmine in action today
Her love lives beyond the grave

Kisses from Jasmine in heaven yet here in spirit
Lime is her laughing kinfolk can you hear it?
She was a survivor of many things
Cancer abuse heart ache broken dreams

Now she’s earned her angel wings
She watches us close with teal time winding
What she was too was clairvoyant yet meek
Not at all a fuchsia fool nor of violet vanity

She told me once of a visitor in green
Who soothed her soul from beyond all dreams

Her kiss is a wish that I live life well
Take care of her plants be sure to tell
Her kids to dance to smell the smells
Make dreams true not just wish at a white well

Her kiss in the wind is delivered love
We can wrap in like a green glove
We can find still her yellow mellow ways
When the warmest wind blows across brown face.

Broken

Our circle of friends is now broken;
   the changes it's made are unspoken.
From twelve to five- now just a token;
   our circle of friends is now broken.

Each year, one or two of them- leaving
   to move away- kinfolk receiving.
Some- too ill for outings- home cleaving;
   and others in Heaven- we're grieving.

Our circle is broken- despairing-
   so missing the unified caring.
Those left behind- slowly repairing
   to do our best- changes forbearing.

Our circle of friends is now broken;
   now leaving those left so heartbroken.
Our fun dates are empty- not open;
   our circle of friends is now broken.

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