Short Descendent Poems
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Lord, you made everything
You made me Black
and put me on this earth
You made me a descendent of Adam
Why am I so prosecuted in this place
Satan is not black
Deity of Greek myths
Descendent of Great Zeus
Demeter birthed this son
Dwelled on Mount Olympus
Divined as god of wine
Devoted to vino
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Me, You, Us.
Titillate my perceptions
Apply flame to the desire
Reshape my belief in you
I want surety to persist
Enlightened as one
On our joy-ride
And during our misfortunes
Embrace my brittle heart
Transport me to my inner descendent
I crave to be me
For you
Tiger Cat
Tiger is what I named my cat
But I should of named him
Bob since I found out
He is a descendent of
A bob cat
He can hunt and fish
Just as good as any man
Just this year on Independence Day
He caught a half grown rabbit
Right in my front yard.
Brought it to me as proud
As could be and said,
“ Look what I caught momma,
Meeeooooweee”
July 10, 2011
There are many fjords where the Viking ships came forth.
Those mighty warriors dominated the lands up north.
The fallen in battle would go to meet Odin in Valhalla.
For quite a long time, the Vikings ruled Scandinavia.
Four centuries before Columbus, they arrived in America.
There is a descendent from the Vikings named Harald today.
The great land he rules is known as Norway.
With every war man has waged,
the countless banners he displays.
You cannot kill mankind's will,
his bombs, bullets, or blades.
It's his will to die seeing his prided flags wave,
fear not the sorrow his death may bring.
All the dead men's colors,
live to fight and see another day.
Descendent banners gladly raise,
and his kin like fools still cling,
to that which must, and will fade away.
we are all descendent of
the African man
tribes of hunters and gatherers
we are all God's children
in the beginning
there was darkness and
out of darkness came the light
the seeds are planted
in dark mother earth
Adam was made from
the dark clay first
the hands of God moves
this dark universe and
we are made in the
image of the black creator God
because your dark skin
is a blessing but not a curse
Cali is a descendent of Babylonians
She practices necromancy
conjuring spirits of her ancestors
her rituals and spells are world-renown
bullies who misunderstand despise her
they fear her visions and insights
she often foretells what comes to be
This terrifies those who cannot
Ignorance often courts violence.
Cali’s spiritual guides warn her of the bullies
She escapes their ignorant pitchforks
Praying for their spiritual enlightenment
What if I were to be some small seed
Who later when those who are in need
Will become fine food for them to eat
I gave it to them and it was my treat.
Thoroughly it was enjoyed by everyone;
After being eaten and we were done
We put all leftover seeds into a jar
Saw them burst forth like a shining star.
Oh how happy we all had just become
Now others in need could have some
And did you know that each descendent
On the previous one is always dependent.