Long Ancestor Poems
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I am the lion of the serengeti
the lion who circles the boma
listening for the yelp of the hyenna
watching the buzzards drop from the sky
I am the lion because the wild is my father
and nature is my mother and the instinctive killing nature runs in my blood
I am the eater of death the carrion carrier of the dead
I help the cycle of life complete its revolution
I am the lion because unity says I am
I am the lion the ghost and the darkness I cricle the villages listening for the faint cries of infants the smell of flesh excites my senses
I am the image projected through your nightmares
the fangs the claws the devilish piercing eyes reflecting back at you with no sense of mercy just a lust for hunger I am the lion because the law of the universe says i am
I am the great white shark who swims 50 feet per second no man can out swim me
I am the great white who can detect the faintest drop of blood miles away
whos eyes are darker than any abyss or the deepest point of any ocean
the emptiness of my eyes strike the universal fear into the hearts of all who encounter my presence.
I am the great white whos teeth out number the generations of your family
whos teeth are as sharp as a seraded edge knife who leave mangled body parts floating
as nothing more than mere debris in my domain.
the domain of my ancestor the leviathan
I am the great white who resides in my mothers womb forever
I am the great white who no man can tame for the law of the universe and the spirit of my ancestors will not allow man to cage me but to put forth fear into the hearts of men and cage and bind the imaginations of men
I am the great white a solitary creature of the deep to cross me is to pay the toll to the fairyman into the land of the dead
I am the great white because the law of the universe says i am
Zerah was the twin brother of Perez whose mom and dad were Judah and Tamar. Perez was a direct ancestor of Jesus, but Zerah's name also appears in Jesus' genealogy. Zerah was not a direct ancestor of Jesus, but 'he also mattered'.
Tamar's actions are ill advised and unacceptable by standards even in her day; but she felt that she had been overlooked and forgotten. So pretending to be a prostitute, she did the unthinkable by tricking Judah her father-in-law into conceiving a child with her. In so during, she became a direct ancestor of Jesus. Though ignored and rejected, she asserted herself and convinced others that 'she also mattered'.
Rahab was a citizen of ill repute in Jericho, a city doomed for destruction. Acting upon historical information she had acquired, Rahab brokered a deal with the spies that saved her life and that of her family. She was a prostitute who later married into the Hebrew family and became a direct ancestor of Jesus. 'She also mattered'.
Ruth was a Moabite and an unlikely candidate for the Messianic linkage. She made personal choices that were of the 'outside of the box variety'. She was selfless and never realized where such choices would take her. Her life and name, her submissive and teachable spirit speak volumes. 'She also mattered', and so does every creature on the face of the earth.
12012017 PS *Matthew 1 NIV
Glass,
traps
one spark
in the ferns,
spirits of the dead,
tethered above the wet creek bed,
guiding the departed through the mangrove roots tonight.
They hover in the liminal space between the living and the silent wet bush graves.
We did not know we caught a wandering spirit alive, glowing with the pale green light of someone trying to find their way through the gully.
Unscrewing the cold rim of the glass I watched the little ancestor crawl out across my thumb to hesitate a moment in the damp night air before heading upwards into the canopy towards the guiding southern stars.
GAME CHANGING
an intimate
portrait
the heart
&
the core
an audacious
scattered
gesture
in a stylistic
spirit
an indescribable
experiment
continues
to speak
as
never-before
with creative
courage
to illuminate
the
groundbreaking
impression
of
surprising
abundance
endlessly
devoted
enthralling
landmark
of accidents
&
surprising
narrative
of the
conventional
reborn
through
the eyes of
art
a decipher
to the
ancestor
made
abstract
a blurring
of art
with
life
in a palette
of
freedom
&
liberation
made
manifest
&
caught in
paint
in
an
imaginary
universe
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Do not fall in love with a poet:
Breakfast would be a couplet.
Lunch would be a quatrain:
Personified, pithy and prolix on metaphoric train.
Supper would be a sonnet:
Smithereens of oomphs, entangled in esurience's enmesh.
On the spousal sunshine,
He would sew suit of slant rhymes.
For how long he would last in bassinet:
Measured in Troche, dactyl, anaspetic or iambic pentameter.
Advice for the shavers and doxy:
Lofty metaphors Clothed in paradoxical antithesis.
Talk more of many other things,
Your home is hyperbole of poetry.
19:05:05:13:51
Ancestor. Ancestral Pen. Ancestral piece. SOS
Form:
Its been many many centuries
Since the day I left
My fathers visions have been foretold
Of our country that has been left so reft
If you stand where I return
Look to the skies and you will see
For after the blinding flash
I will appear in front of thee
Beside me now you stand
A man of history
This day that I returned home
In memory of my family
To be here once again
Where I once stood as a boy
With my family and my friends
The most ultimate of joys
Our castle that was once our home
Where my family were safe and slept
Everyday my clan prospered and grew
Then to a new world, I crept
For that misty night in the Minch
Strange lights rose from its dark
Breaking from the waters so blue
Their silver ship did park
They had lain in patient dormant
Awaiting the birth of me
For thousands of years in the dark
They decided I was the one to free
This quiet son of Kade
To a different world called theirs
Stepped into their ship that parked
Gone from their clan, their heir
He turns to those who stand
Who witnessed his arrival
And the dereliction of grey
His clans castle, and their survival
Its comforts in weathered worn
Surrounded by poppies high
Where once were fields of wheat and corn
All that grows are red of die
For those that stood beside him
Just after that blinding flash
Was Semaj, the son of Kade
Their ancestor from their past
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy.php
(alternately titled: lion eyes hide sharp claws
unless made irate, then yours truly
bares his sharp talons
on all of mine faux pas).
Aye attest tubby reincarnated
from one male Russian Blue
species Felis silvestris catus
named Morris if that gives a clue,
and during my fuzzy past
hence, asthma “Cats Cradle”
segued into kitten hood
fur hum lee established
type cats as (tin pan) alley cat,
a rather litter boxed gritty debut
t'wood become (later in life) tabby
quick as greased lightning
snatching in the air,
when tender vittles flew,
technically got fired (acquiring
appropriate pet nicknames)
as fame (like a bushy cat tail) grew
viz perfect back up crooner
for “Cat Stevens”,
or lead singer for
the "Stray Cats" oddly
coupled, featured, and
incorporated with the guru
Horton Hears A Hoo,
yes him Elephant resembling
a humungous mandrake
from the, "Animals,"
whose body heat could
easily melt an igloo,
whereby Eskimos accepted charity from
Korean philanthropists named Joo
(founders of Palaces for Pachyderms),
these lumbering creatures possessed
an exemplary photographic memory
(rivaling that of the amazing
deceased idiot savant
Kim Peek) knew
practically every detail
incorporating trunk hated lines
(and could track missing lynx),
when felines shared common ancestor
but,...such petty files would most likely boar
and go way off course, and hence
I will shy away being extempore
favoring a deliberate fore
ray padding around basically ignore
ring any rhyme or reason
suddenly ending this persiflage,
and thence to thee bon jour.
In deepest nightmares, the buzzsaw
fast asleep, extinct, its teeth.
What psycho decided to D.N.A. cast
this swimming ancestor of Jaws?
Can you imagine the grind (cool beans!)
of his afterlife (a laugh a minute)?
Bad enough, the bite of cold eyes.
You, Psycho, on steroids.
Dr. Evil would cringe. He rather enjoyed
the thrill of a shark with laser beams.
“Ooh,” he’d yell! Mini Me might clap,
as the gears whirl and torque.
“You must think me a real jerk!”
he says to Scott. “Bring back the lasers!”
Nothing little about this buzzsaw.
Don’t resurrect the extinct monsters…
too late…raw fate
Families, Legacies and History,
Things are known,
Rumors told,
And secrets hidden.
Yet hundreds of years pass in time.
The legend passes thru,
The lips and ears of the descendants.
The stories that are passed down,
From generation to generation,
Are given new light when,
One piece of a document is found.
All of the rumors,
All of the stories,
And all of the secrets are found to be true.
One ancestor who is known to be a robber,
A hero, a father and a brother.
He holds all the gold and buries it,
With a treasure map like none other.
Mother Nature holds all the secrets.
We call her Mother Earth.
She knows his secrets.
She knows who he is but not his name.
But in our family we just call him Jesse.
He is my cousin and it's a true story.
We hear, then reason; "-ane" becomes a chain,
Mundane, inane, profane — in one shared refrain.
The ear makes kin; the mind supplies the blame.
Their sound alone condemns an innocent name.
But '-ane' has no common ancestor that's known.
No single root from which these shades have grown.
They're joined by sound, not blood; a chance refrain,
They're strange bedfellows, lodged inside the brain.
'Mundane' simply means the earth beneath our feet.
The dust, the stars, the bitter, and the so sweet.
No dullness is dealt within its core domain;
We dulled the world, then christened it 'Mundane'.
'Profane' stood simply outside sacred ground,
Beyond the shrine, where ordinary life was found.
But thresholds hardened; differences gathered blame.
What stood beyond the sacred, gathered within its shame.
'Inane' was empty, hollow, a void within.
While 'vain' knew emptiness through a different kin.
Their meanings conjoined, though separate they remain—
Two roads to nothing, rhyming within the brain.
Then 'bane' arrived from quite another tree,
In Old English it's 'bana': death and enmity.
No Latin cousins riding on the train—
A killer merely dressed to rhyme with “-ane.”
So 'mundane', 'vain', 'profane', 'inane' and 'bane'.
Parade like blood relations throughout the brain.
The rhyme persuades; resemblance stakes its claim.
The ear invents a bloodline with which to inflame.
We hear resemblance, then presume a chain.
One word's dark shadow stains another's name.
A rhyme becomes a verdict; sound becomes blame.
Those unrelated roots all inherit borrowed shame.
We forge from echoes pedigrees of blame.
Make strangers kin, then stain them in our game.
Each word stood innocent; our ears supplied the stain—
We dulled the world, then christened it “Mundane”.