Parentage Poems

Descent and Ascent

Something old, something new!
I rebirth beyond what my roots eschew.
I ascend from my descendant's group shadow,
to rise above and beyond what they bestow.

I cannot shed their genes and heritage.
While I respect my upbringing and parentage.
I rise above the limits of pedigree, 
to shred the trammel bounds of mediocrity.

So here I stand both old and new.
Living a dream they never knew.
With the blockchain defining my past,
Eaten with my fate in a defiant repast.

My genes define my descendants' phenotype.
Alas I cannot change their archetype,
beyond the mutations in my DNA,
to give my progeny my ascent display.

Arise descendant now ascendant
Bask in joyous glee resplendent.

Unconscious Bias

Written: September 08, 2024 For Edward Ibeh Contest

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He has blue eyes and lovely blond hair,
Curls rose above his pink and pretty ware.
Do not mention his background or affairs,
With Africa by people who settled there.

His father's family tree has extensive roots,
Has Swedish, Cajun French, and British limbs.
Grafts from Choctaw and Cherokee wood routes,
That got some black stems from long-time whims.

His mother comes from a Creole background,
Descendants of a native African tribe.
Parentage from France and Spain was found,
And mingled with Bayou Indians and more vibe.

Because intolerance and hatred confine,
They also obstruct the expansive plain.
Therefore, bigots are vindictive and supine,
It is only clear to observe the gutter drain.

There are no pleasant views of the spleen,
There are no cloverfields or rolling greens.
Restricted minds lack the ability to see,
a breathtaking panorama of the scene.

And biased men with pretentious pride,
While in white, they become narrow-eyed.
who despise Blacks, Jews, and Native side,
They are completely sealed and closed inside.

THE BLAME IS IN HIDING

She's probably still tied to her mum's apron,
But she definitely needed no chaperon,
So to Dubai she went for a competition,
With many of her mates from the same institution.

She suddenly became a sensation,
When behind a hotel door of a foreign nation,
She romped, 
Not with one but with many they bumped.

The story was whitewashed as a hype,
All over the internet was the tape,
Not of a ravished fellow,
But of shame with a joyful bellow.

She rode like a horse while others were there to cheer,
She stroked up and down as if on an armchair,
Bad parentage casually strolled each inch of the room,
Moral decadence boomed in the gloom refusing to sweep with a broom.

Then after, the mother came on air soaked in tears to blame all except self,
She dressed like for a funeral flanked by her own set,
Her pictures looked solemn but her wears had the hearts of a yippee,
She was just the carricature of the way her girl clothed herself as a groupie. 

Whilst the mother blamed the school,
The school in turn called the mother the fool,
Meanwhile, the society badmouthed them both,
But if at all there is a blame it is to everyone in this boat.

Lawn Mowing Wars

The thick numerous shoots of grass have come out,
no more snow shovels til late autumn comes about.
I hear the robins chirp as they tend their nests,
wait....the sound of a cranky lawn mower chugging
to life from its winter's rest!
Quickly, dear, go out and mow before everyone else
does!
our yard needs to look perfect, 'cuz-
the neighborhood spring lawn mowing wars have
just begun,
it's quite serious, not so much fun.

Yard envy is so common in our subdivision,
The HOA "Yard Of The Month" prize brings derision.
If the young couple who just moved in across the
street think their landscaping is the best,
my roses and begonias will put them to the test.

Hubby can't start the riding mower,
he's cursing its parentage midst dandelions
and clover.
The other men in the cul-de-sac are already
halfway done,
as their wives bring out iced tea for them
under the strong sun.
Well, well, tomorrow is the neighborhood
block party,
I've already made an array of warm weather
dishes so hearty,
My potato salad and baked beans will surely
be the envy of the other cooks,
it is in the good 'ol American spirit-
to compete and be a smug schnook!  ~

HE SO FINES A BEAUTIFUL DAY-

He so fines, Beautiful so souls the days are fine;
Heavenly Father as wonderfully kind;
And His parentage is mild, ever breath is mind;

Adjourning love supply, He’s ever present always abides
Lovingly, assuredly He so inside, inside He is within me He’s finds


1/18/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©

An Apple Is Always An Apple

The apple does not fall far from the tree
But because of its shape, it can roll away
A rotting sour apple will deposit its seed,
Producing its own kind, indeed, someday.
A tree from its parentage bearing in kind,
Just like the apple from which it sprung
[Unlike orange or grapefruit having a rind]
With peeling, stem, and seeds in a core,
It cannot change its genus or its species
Like all other apples it came from before.

Written September 4, 2022

Devine Parentage

DEVINE PARENTAGE:

Praise be unto JEHOVAH!
The GOD who has no rootage,
And no one knows his lineage.
His holiness is basically not a heritage,
And His divinity spiritually holds a mileage,
Which is affirmed with a homage.

Praise be unto JEHOVAH!
The GOD who is a perpetual Mother...
A good Mother full of honour,
Whose breastmilk carries power,
Nourishing Her offsprings with brainpower.
Her eternal nurturing for them is without a cessation.
Her intellectuality is with perfection.
Her heart beats with compassion,
Forgiving them of their transgressions.
And saving them from destructions.

Praise be unto JEHOVAH!
The GOD who is an everlasting father...
A Father who really loves his children.
His heart is a fine accommodation,
Providing them food and protection.
He advices and motivates them with affection,
Making His fatherhood based on confection,
So that He chooses no to consign.
And in Him do the children confine,
As He makes their life so fine.

Yes,JEHOVAH is a Mother...,
Yes,JEHOVAH is a Father...,
His parenthood overwhelms.
And He rules in all realms,
Because,the universe dwells in his hands.
And with His rulership,no one can withstand.

Our Human Race

Our human race has kept its place
in evolutionary pace
amid the species that have sprung
from earthly parentage among
some vanishing without a trace.

A quest for home in outer space
in lieu of earth in madcap chase
is pushing to the brink far-flung
our human race.

A world will mirror dwellers’ face.
Lest earthlings suffer fall from grace
‘unwept, unhonored, and unsung’,
yet may we speak in global tongue
and learn in living to embrace
our human race.


~ Harley White


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The poem is a rondeau…

Quote from “The Lay of the Last Minstrel” (1805), by Walter Scott…

Irish Ancestry

Me Ma, she came from Ireland,
Papa, he hailed from the Bronx
I claim to be bred and bairne
Sunday night in an Amazon box.

[LIND30UR 7-7-7-9]

written March 2, 2022

Forbidden Love

Forbidden love, bought you disgrace
As my parentage wasn’t of your race
And I’d got my white skin on my face
Forbidden love, bought you disgrace

Were you returned to your birthplace 
At your desk there’s an empty space
How I long to see your pretty face
Were you returned to your birthplace?

I can’t contact you through cyber space
And have to hide my tear stained face
All thoughts of you I've been told to erase
I can’t contact you through cyber space

Young Fatima vanished without a trace
I wish that we could just touch base
Does her body now rot in a suit case
Young Fatima vanished without a trace

Forbidden love, bought you disgrace
Were you returned to your birthplace
I can’t contact you through cyber space
Young Fatima vanished without a trace

Monorhyme form that I've amended with a repeated line and  the first line of each stanza making up the final stanza

Fatima Poetry Contest

Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann

11/13/20

What Matters

By place and parentage of birth ‘ whether we are denied or afforded privilege,
It matters not .

If station in life is a given or denied to us through class or society’s perception of us ‘This is of no importance or spiritual consequence.

Nature cares not for Creed, religion ,royal blood lines or deep pockets .
The earth and our fellow creatures living there upon ‘do not recognise politics or celebrity .

Our actions however
 ‘these speak volumes and convey truthfully who we really are ,
 we should therefore commune with respect and Always tread carefully .

Has Anyone Seen My Nun

Has anyone seen my Nun?

Because she was the one..
Who Split me up from my Mum

But Hey, Nuns are just there 
To look after us and for them to scare

Mums with tums and little bairns
Who had fallen out their chairs...

So has anyone yet seen my Nun..
But better Still 

Has anyone seen my Mum?

DAMO x

I was born in a M&B Home in England.. and my parentage is a mystery..

Chimps

Chimps make me smile coz they resemble Uncle George
It's probably only a coincidence but I've long suspected his heritage
So I wouldn't bet the farm on it
But he does enjoy roaming the forests
Climbing trees in search of any confirmation of his parentage

Fate Who Knows

She was born into a world of discontent, a world of violence, 

parents under the control of drugs and alcohol, there’s no family 

support only her deceptive parentage, her fate and only hope was 

intervention from local authorities, her life expectancy in this 

situation was months, why should fate serve such a fatal blow to an 

innocent, someone without sin, her destiny was not obvious to the 

blindness to those that didn’t want to see her plight, death for her,  

probably saved her from a worse fate in life, who knows? 



7/4/2018
Eight lines of fate, when you wonder if it is too late.
Sponsored by Silent One.

Born To Be Goofie

No end to his goofies, someone just said
Born to be goofie, damn well part of his heritage
Can't condemn me
Still just a trainee
Eventually, I'll reform, in the meantime, I'll blame my parentage

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