Long Family name Poems
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Every day in every country,
Our language is distorted, mutated on planet Earth.
Good words like “drolic” die,
Whilst “wanna ‘ave a go” is given a birth.
In Australia it’s clearly a Mad World with
Slang words destroying our grammar.
“Yeah naah, naah yeah”
Smash literature, smash it with a hammer.
We always modify and contort our words,
“Too right, this arvo, I’m rooted, go crack a fat”.
Aussies go getting’ it written in permanent,
“Good onya” a fair dinkum tat.
When u were left alone, alone to fight,
Fight for survival, u gave it a crack.
But the society of dictionaries, they stood,
Stood up straight, and then they turned their back.
So, traditional writing is dying,
Stuttering, falling, the writing’s on the wall.
See ya later elocution,
Ya didn’t shorten, that’s been ya downfall.
But alas, don’t freak, ur family name is safe,
Since some old words evolve and new are created.
Shakespeare invented and killed off heaps himself,
Arch villain, rant, drugged and assassinated.
Lyric: Mad world
Cliche: The writing on the wall
Image: Crowd of people turn their backs on a fight
Entered into "Lyrics cliché image" contest 5/14/2016, ranked First place
What’s going on with my body?
What’s going on with my mind?
The thoughts in my head,
are not thoughts of mine.
His body is so sexy, yet so is she.
What the hell is wrong with me?
What if I told my mother, what would I say?
“Hey mom I love you, oh by the way, I’m gay?”
I could never tell my father, I know it would break his heart.
News like this would make some people fall apart.
Could I tell my friends? What would they think?
Would they tell me to go away? That I’m nothing but a freak?
This is the kind of thing that lasts for a lifetime.
If I told anyone, they would drop me on a dime.
Feelings of panic, fear, and shame.
What have I done to my family name?
Who can I tell, who can I trust?
As I hide everything inside,
I feel that I might bust.
I want to be me, I want to be free.
Is there a place I can seek, so I can see?
I can be myself, yet not be alone?
Time may pass, and that might be.
But whether or not you like me.
I am who I am.
"Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older
they judge them; sometimes they forgive them."
by Oscar Wilde
Precious in the family
children are special treasures
carved with love; polished with care
learning great lesson of compassion from parents
since babyhood when they were welcomed with serene bliss.
Prospered in their nourishing home
children progress with gracious nurture
along growing up pains and mirth-filled adventures
bracing adolescence might of curiosity-driven pursuits
to optimize freedom-driven exploits, guided by parents.
Prodded toward challenging choices
children radiate wisdom they have gained
exhortations on virtues, reflecting parents’ faith-prudence
admonitions for good manners, fortified by training and discipline
vis-à-vis imparted kindness indeed marked with sharing of blessings.
Propelled beyond carrying family name
children continue to expose parents’ legacy
verily endowed well, by the bounty of the Lord
around sweet partnership and harmonious relationship
midst exercise of truth, forgiveness, justice, gratitude, and appreciation.
*Ephesians 6:1-3 Children, obey your parents in the Lord: for this is right. Honour thy father and mother; (which is the first commandment with promise;) That it may be well with thee, and thou mayest live long on the earth.
May 31, 2023
2nd place "Writing Challenge - C Quotes" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 6/3/2023.
My name is Zariyia Bradshaw;
I am a princess, a Daughter of the Most High God;
His child a little girl;
Surname: Bradshaw;
Distinguished;
Child of promised Little Daughter of God;
Old English name from century Lancashire-Yorkshire and Derbyshire;
From form of Old English meaning Brad (broad) sceaga thicket;
My name is Zariyia Bradshaw;
Bradshaw call a surname, generations old;
Inherited from one's parents;
Whereby children are given their father's family name;
American names are traditionally patrilineal,
First name Zariyia, meaning she’s lit, a light;
Shines on in the dawn, ever so bright;
Daughter of God;
My name is Zariyia Bradshaw;
I am a daughter of the Most High, y’all;
Zariyia Sunrise, sunshine;
Heralding a fresh start;
Zariyia a rose, Arabic, Hebrew, Nigerian word name meaning also “flower”;
God has helped empower Zariyia in Hebrew a princess daughter;
A blossoming flower vibrant spiritual name chosen for beauty and power;
Beauty and light a scattering wind;
I am a child of Daughter of the King;
My name is Zariyia Bradshaw;
I am beauty-I am light-I am a scattering wind;
I am sunrise/sunshine- a flower
I am dawn ever so bright
I am a glowing light
Distinguished;
I am a princess, a Daughter of the Most High God;
A little girl empowered
Surname Bradshaw;
My name is Zariyia Bradshaw;
I am a daughter of the Most High, y’all;
5/20/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
I'm afraid that this poem was too long to post in one part; here's Part 2, full title:
Dragons Make Great Heating Systems
(Until They Discover That There’s More To Life…)
The next month we received two plane tickets, for free,
to go out to old “CA”; his life film to see.
In a bookstore he autographed our copies and then we had tea;
the manager was told, we were his, “Family”.
“Such a gifted young dragon you folks have raised.”
He declared, he shook both our hands and pulled up a chaise.
“You folks have given us all a great gift;
your dragon, his talents, our spirits did lift.”
A free tour of the studio, we got that week and on the weekend,
we went fishing, in dragon's favorite creek.
We got autographed pictures and souvenirs’ galore;
we’d never seen such publicity before.
Back home we flew and to our surprise;
our piano, we heard, was playing inside.
“That piano is ours!” I shouted and rushed through the door;
it was no surprise; I should've known, of course.
There sat our new dragon, playing without any care.
“Welcome home”, he said, “come and see what I’ve prepared”.
He’d cooked up a giant supper, for us to eat;
it included steamed pears, cole slaw and even chipped beef.
Wine he had poured as we took our seats;
such a succulent display of tasty delicacies.
We knew what would happen, as he filled our plates;
when he showed us the cookbook, he’d written, to date.
So just know, if for heat, a dragon you choose;
be prepared with a backup, for he, you will lose.
Especially if his insomnia reigns, if he dreams, is creative;
your life will soon change.
We ate very well for a couple of years;
then our eyes, once again, shed big giant tears.
Here came the plane tickets; we had a great trip.
We toured his studio kitchen; grew larger bellies and hips.
Home once again, we received another treat;
Dragon three’s an inventor, though he can’t boil a beet.
He’s managed to build us a new heating device;
in the summer it cools, like we’re sitting on ice.
It costs nothing to run and dragon three’s fame;
We all celebrated with a glass of champagne.
All the dragons will visit, on the big holidays
and we feel very blessed, that they share our family name.
Don't promise me or say things that you don't really mean
Don't say that you love me and then start to act obscene
Don't promise me a fairytale, and that I will be your Queen
Don't say it's forever then run off with some young teen
Never get my hopes up and then dash them to the ground
I might not get over it if you kick me when I'm down
Never promise and not deliver there is no 2nd round
One day you may look for me and I'm nowhere to be found
Don't play with my feelings I am not your pocketbook
Then try to walk away as if I let you off the hook
Don't promise me you'll repay me so I finance your chores
Then leave me alone without a home because I helped with yours
Maybe your intentions were well meant as you once said
But your word was never heard except inside my head
Promised me the light then left me in the dark
Feeling like the jackalope that did not make it to the Ark
Once your word is spoken, it should not be taken back
Your given word is not lightly heard so best you keep track
One day it may mean the difference between someone’s life or death
But if your word isn't worth a turd their life won't be worth jack
People are pretenders dressing up for their own games
One day they find their in a bind and still push anyway
Maybe they will read this or perhaps their time has past
They play their play and go away - forget what happened last
If your Word is worthless, said only for your own gain
A trail of disappointment, do you even feel ashamed?
It is of your own making and there is no one else to blame
Start right now repair the trail and redeem your family name
If you promise someone - you should try to follow through
Do your best - put it to the test this isn't something new
There was an old saying that I've heard a thousand times
You are only as good as your word, THE WORD YOU STAND BEHIND
He knew all there was to know
About the frying game
Haddock, cod, skate and ling
All treated just the same.
A deft flick of the wrist to draw
Each piece through the batter
Then the basket lowered into
The hot oil’s spit and splatter.
A basket full chips
Placed alongside
For food of the gods
Quickly deep fried.
Well wrapped in clean paper
When the order was complete
Or the wrapping left open
To be eaten on the street.
Salt pepper vinegar
To add to the flavour
Giving a hot meal for
Any person to savour.
Sits well on top of pints
Calms a stomach down
Known to all and sundry as
The best chippie in town.
The third generation
Carrying on from his dad
A point he emphasised
When he ran his local ad.
Proudly above his shop was
Displayed his family name
And they knew all there was
To know about the frying game.
I am a stormcloud
Eternally roaming yet visibly stationary
Loud and proud, yet intangible
And raindrops keep falling from my head
People accept me for what I bring
That I am not a permanent fixture
But something that'll keep their fields from drying
And raindrops keep falling from my head
The only shaman who defended my existence
Swung their rope and arms around me
Tethered to the earth and strongly beloved
Yet raindrops keep falling from my head
And we both pray our futile prayer
That I can roar eternally into the night
Never casting away that which clearly bound us
Yet raindrops keep falling from my head
Ever colder, exposed to the light
I pull away from the mirror
A thousand black strands lining my sink
As raindrops that fell from my head
Exposing the flesh beneath
A curiosity I've kept hidden for years
Yet cursed by my family name and gender
Raindrops keep falling from my head
And I asked that shaman long ago
"Will you still love me when it's gone?"
And they replied as I hoped, that it was eternal
Yet raindrops keep falling from my head
Now that shaman pulls away
As my flesh is revealed and my sink is buried in black
I was a fool to believe I could ever be loved
If raindrops kept falling from my head
I am just matter
My skin made of flesh and blood
Life's own particle
I live everyday
A poet in misery
Seeking to find it
That which has been lost
That which can never be found
That which has no name
Know I what I seek
I would share it with you
Unknown it remains
Love I my own soul
Sure, for it is eternal
Though it is unseen
My life I do live
As it is meant to be lived
Following my fate
I am, obviously
I have a family name
I live, sure, I do
I do ask myself
Of the ways of this realm
Wait I for my death
Eager to see it
The gate of eternity
To be with the Lord
In the end, you ask
Do I really know myself
I would say, I don't
My first is one of royalty...
George is the name of a king,
but no one bows to kiss my ring
for I don't have that legitimacy.
I am the sixth in the family name,
although my true lineage is unknown;
I was adopted, and true love was sown
by a man and his wife wanting no fame.
I was given my adopted dad's name,
and started learning his ways of life;
growing up wasn't without its strife,
but dear ol' dad said he was the same.
He was a cabinet maker by trade,
but my life has taken a different turn;
he told me to follow my heart and learn,
and never but never be afraid.
The first name lineage does now end
for I am the father to a beautiful girl;
I try to be an oyster protecting its pearl...
a teacher, a comforter, and a friend.
For a name that wasn't mine from the start,
I don't think it turned out too damn bad;
I could have been a Bruce, a Sam, or a Thad
but George came directly from the heart.
Dedicated to my parents.
For "What's in a Name" contest sponsored by Linda-Marie.