Short Ancestral Poems
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A shimmer glow of angel dust,
Light auras and orbs as we know
God’s army of ancestral trust.
Shining pure love to us below.
Marme’s intense hazel stare misses nothing
hyper vigilant, she senses ancestral spirits
which other family members totally miss
Blue Daisy
In Landscape: Valley
Heart
in foggy city
Little One Bunny
Animal Spirit Guide
Emptiness
Wonder
Ancestral Roots
He sold his ancestral plot
located in free Africa
years later relatives searched
failed to obtain a plot
in foreign land faraway
to bury his remains
Virgin torrent rising in rage,
While promiscuous wave mounts stage:
Mother sea to mend fates.
19:02:05:20:07
Josh Berry. Ancestral Pen. Virgin Torrent
Form:
ancestral seeds grow
as family tree ripens...
bearing fruits of love
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Travel through time across ages.
The energy field is still as powerful.
Stonehenge, a raw primitive enigma.
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Teardrop salt is divine ,is a cure
to any ancestral pain or wound
no need for cutting, nor suture
remedy, panacea that abounds
Shadowy strips of pretty sunlight clear
Makes me feel almost well loved today
Brought forth rather sweetly, holding me dear
Proves my ancestral loved ones are near
Shadowy strips of pretty sunlight clear
Makes me feel almost well-loved today
Brought forth rather sweetly, holding me dear
Proving my ancestral loved ones are near
ghosts and spirits
ancestral entities
clamoring around new baby
delighted with her, all excited
thrilled to be invited
to a family christening
at the family church
A man knotted at tail of misery,
Dragged around till by a Moses set free.
Now with his lip manage his society.
Josh Berry. Ancestral Pen. Ancestral Form. Whirling Wail
Form:
Devour about 400 bananas a year
Swinging through trees, why is it unclear
Ancestral, could be
On my cereal, yummy
Scratch my neighbors bum, his name is Peter
for my Irish heart and my Irish love
~***~
Ireland, Oh Ireland
Green island for which I yearn
My ancestral home
Calling me forever there
Nevermore will I wander
~***~
azure night shadows
an unnatural stillness
something is watching
i feel no fear
loud heartbeat pounds in my throat
mystic excitement
i feel wiccan
ancestral excitement
the chanting begins
SINS ARE DILUTED
Ancestral sins
Diluted with passive time
Flows over screen
Vows and silence decay
leaving life dry and dreadful
Predator circling at heights
Prey stretches out
Without fear or facile.
An old fountain pen; restored to its former glory.
Parchment awaits its clothing of poetry; my grandmothers words appear; not mine.
Another ancestral visit; she’s tweaking me.
Give five slave for a bottle of schnapps,
Thirty slaves for a glass and worn cap:
Ears of the lame Badagry forefathers.
19:01:03:18:15
Josh Berry. Ancestral Pen. Ancestral form. Point of no return.
Form:
Young Earth was born respecting nature
She will protect Gaia, her parents agreed
her ancestral spirit guides were pleased
Young Earth spent her entire life
replenishing, respecting and rejuvenating Gaia
Quieting the doubts in my mind -
I hid beneath a thick assemblage
Of our ancestral tree
And standing in the dark of silence,
Colored leaves fell on my hand
Predicting a future wiser than
I'll ever know.
Lara
You should be kept in dark room of museum,
Where they would pay before you're seen and called,
For your beauty's fiercer than strength of sun.
19:01:02:11:43
Josh Berry. Ancestral Pen. Ancestral Form. Lara
"ON THE MARK…! GET SET…!"
Ancestral faith has brought us this far;
They did so much with so little.
Let us not fail to do more;
There is much yet to do.
So let’s get started;
Time is ticking—
Moving on:-
So must
We…
Love ain't blind:
Eagle's eyes- apperception accurate like drips of rain.
Lovers are blind,
Using brain as heart, heart as brain.
19:05:14:06:58
Ancestor. Ancestral Pen. Ancestral House. Drop the Buggy's Anchor.
Ancestry opens up so much, self understanding.
The possibilities, hidden in our genes
sometimes make me feel so,
Discombobulated. yet thrilled.
Especially when I find in my family tree;
a link to royalty!
The beating of the drums,
the smell of smoke drifting in air,
the calls of victorious warriors,
the graceful steps of ancestral feet,
all of these things lay deep in my brain,
along with all other tales,
of a land once great.
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