Short Ancestors Poems
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Amidst their poor land
Where their roots born
Ancestors' cherished land
Their identities shifting
Became foreign hearts.
if they could see us
our ancestors in this world
thinking of the past
pain, death, and inhumane crimes
on your world today
The ashen bones of my family mixed with the blood of our ancestors creates the ink from which the deepest of secrets emerge.
these branches and roots
that cord to the grave ancients
should be free from man’s swords!
both oracle and priest held for days …
Form:
Murky of echoes as ancestors surround them
Dusty whilst heat stuns my skin and breath
The sun settles as the pyramids carve me a memory
mystical angels graced our home with feelings
found nowhere else and no other time
reserved for Christmas day
whispers of our ancestors
Walking on the streets
Which my ancestors came to
To find a better life
Those gentle folk will always
Have a place in my hearts'core
rainy day sunshine
pretty almond tree spirit
dancing with our ancestors
frolicking even
with whispery giggling
they are lightening us up
He cannot answer how tall he is
no matter how much we implore me…
for he proudly stand on the shoulders
of all those who came before him.”
May we be blessed to remember
all the ancestors we’ve come from…
and to live our life so they’ll be proud
of the person we’ve become.
On Indigenous Peoples' Day
We can hear our ancestors say,
"To take what they've got
We must kill the lot
And our God has shown us the way!"
Today I’m grateful for the deep roots and long branches
of my family tree…
for all the ancestors I’ve never know…
who are a part of me.
Stoneaged,
A memory
Silently resting now
Upon my sacred altarcloth;
Ancient.
The hand of all our ancestors
Engraven in its clever shards.
Unlinked to the tree
he doesn’t know his family–
stands aloof, questions
ancestors don’t change
the mood of the weather:
the leaf needs his name
Stonehenge sang to me.
Singing stone-age ancestors.
They chant in the stars.
In huge purple blooms
ancestor of ancestors,
sun streaked cro magnon!
The whispering lime green leaves
told secrets of fragrant breeze.
Act out stories of ancestors and gods
Reciting poetry they gave us nods
Polyrhythmic drumming
Mamas are a humming
African dances will shake up your bods.
Ancestors of past 'Oh what a clan'; as I strum my banjo watching clodhoppers dance.
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Placed 3rd
A foible is the result of a flaw
in those disobeying the Law;
our ancestors defied God,
not honoring their Lord...
and they lost all the richness they saw.
Stayed In Shade
Stayed in Heaven in the shade;
With rest of my ancestors laid;
God me did greet;
Glad would meet;
Great place for me had made.
Jim Horn
I am grateful for the best parts of my ancestors
they have shared with me…
It’s apparent ever time I look into a mirror…
and see them staring back at me.
Brush moves through time,
Ink bleeds like ancient tides,
Breath held in lines,
Silk remembers,
Ancestors speak through each stroke,
The sea keeps their names.
Today I’m grateful to have so may ancestors
those I know
and those I’ve never had the privilege to see.…
Blessed to know they are somewhere
watching over me.
If you want to know why our ancestors are important…
here’s a little rule of thumb…
It’s difficult to know where we’re going…
If we don’t know who we came from.
When did we lose our country free?
Our ancestors set rules in degree.
Now they tell us what’s good
Do what we say, understood.
Old George would cut more than a cherry tree