Long Kinfolks Poems
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You worked so hard but just exist.
Your high school grad dates you just missed,
evacuated from Ukraine.
In Russia’s army to resist,
you fought the tyrant Hitler’s reign.
You worked so hard but just exist
on meager pensions. You subsist
by choosing food or meds, that’s plain.
No other kinfolks to assist
in taking care of you in midst
of tears and shakes of flashback strain,
you worked so hard but just exist!
Although you made your job’s A-list,
you now wear rags, your joints in pain,
no other kinfolks to assist.
Your teeth all gone, in life’s mean twist,
these lines remain your grim refrain:
You worked so hard but just exist,
no other kinfolks to assist.
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I, Zechariah, was a faithful priest.
My, wife, Elizabeth, and I were known
for following God’s laws unfailingly.
No veering from the Scriptures, we’d condone.
Though we were blessed, there was a painful void.
My wife could not bear children. Long I’d prayed,
“Please give us, Lord, a child.” But we grew old,
without a miracle of life displayed.
According to set customs for the priests,
the lot of burning incense fell to me.
While people at the Temple prayed outside
this area, an ANGEL I did see!
I was afraid. The Angel said, “Fear not,”
and added that my wife would bear a son.
We were to name him John. He would bring joy
to many. Through him, God’s work would be done.
Filled with the Spirit even in the womb,
in God’s eyes he would be considered great.
He’d turn the hearts of many back to God
and make paths for the coming Savior straight.
My doubt was clear: “We’re old. How can this be?”
“God sent you this good news,” the Angel said.
“I’m Gabriel. Due to your unbelief, . . .”
What followed filled my heart with shock and dread!
“You will be mute till after John is born.”
I’d lingered with my duties for so long
that others at the Temple wondered why.
I couldn’t speak to tell them what was wrong!
God kept His promise, as He always does.
Elizabeth gave birth. Some kinfolks thought
that he should have my name, but she said, “NO!
His name is John.” Then my desire was sought.
“His name is JOHN!” I wrote. My tongue was loosed.
I praised the God of Israel with joy.
Filled with the Spirit, I then prophesied
about His plans for our new baby boy!
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A crush of grey faces, solemn
against the grey sky, the grey sea;
a pale, youthful khaki column
slow board the ship from granite quay
from which a crowd; sisters, mothers,
cheer, with feigned encouragement
as they had done for all others;
one by one, families are rent.
Flags fail to flutter in the breeze,
too limp with early morning dew,
will not acclaim these enlistees
with glorious red, white, and blue.
They, silent, smiling, sharing smokes
depart, in dawn's colourless haze
with knowing stares at their kinfolks
where both their inner thoughts betrays.
The whooping horn, the splash of rope
the churning oily water, twixt they
and the widening space of hope
as the ship slow departs the bay.
Some linger, watch the vessel leave;
others close eyes, and turn their back;
all, secretly, already grieve,
as the yellow black topped smoke stack
vanishes from view
and, takes away those few.
God established the color of His children
Yes, we are all of God's children
Well, we are one big extended family across the earth
More than that, we are brothers and sisters, kinfolks to each other
Our skin colors are an evolutionary adaptation and process due to the environmental conditions that we dwell in
Meanwhile, in the Garden of Eden, every color possesses a natural beauty within itself, but somehow evil drifts in the opposite direction of the will of God
Thus, religion has played a significant role in propagating hate, slavery, and racism for control, profit, and power over mankind
Well, God did not create black and white people, thus He used humus (Dark, earthy, rich, black soil) to create Adam
Furthermore, God specifically made a rainbow race of people
no shade of black nor shade of white - just red-orange, blue and green and a little bit of indigo
Notice that a rainbow doesn't have the colors black or white inside of the bending arc across the earth.
In summary, God is a wonderful creator and thus a master craftsman!
Born into a family created by relatives.
Some folks come with the blood; others
Come with the character.
Family is the name they respect you for
You can walk,
Before you can speak, before you know
What love feels like or what void can do.
Kinfolks...
They're the ones life introduces at a leisurely pace.
Through the hard days, the quiet nights,
The moment you didn't think you'd make it
Through.
Family is the starting line; lineage is the ones
Who show you.
Who Stays
Who lend an ear
Who lifts,
Who love without feeling the necessity, A reason.
Blood can place you in a house, but residence
Builds you a home; names can tie you to a tree,
But demeanor ties you to an individual
Born into family, formed into relatives and
Somewhere between the two, you acquire the
Truth:
The people who choose you are the ones
Who keep you unharmed.