Short Forebears Poems

Two friendly but eerie Dalmatians
are Peoria’s psychic sensations
They can sense Aunt Ann
smell your dead Uncle Stan
And visit forebears in fire stations

2/14/22...

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Coal-smoke on summer air –
the leather apron’d smith,
a donkey to be shod –
what tribal memory burned,

forged into DNA?
Forged into DNA

by forebears of hammer
and tongs – there’s nothing like
metal against metal
to give meter to song....

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Whirling thoughts yet mindful of forms
Turn names observing; your letters borne'
To the flowing race' unconscious streaming
Guddling in grace to beam of myrid meanings
Mill-town forebears, cast your form quite fine
A boon to your peers here'  hear hear.!
I stand to applaud; the depth, of Miltons lines.'...

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largely the best strength sign
legendary and brave
leading role in his land 
looking always to fight
lives within his forebears
lumbering evil beast
lion den heard from far

3rd PLACE CONTEST WINNER

Written: March 18, 2022

In Search Of Prey Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May...

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Rhythm of the Sand Pine

Lazily waving in the brisk morning air;
Tranquility of a sylvan setting so strikingly rare.
Flailing her arms like the great timberland bear;
This venerable statesman which none can compare.

A mighty conifer standing in the woodland foursquare,
As mysterious and perplexing as the elusive sea hare.
Ancestral descendants of ancient forebears,
Standing at arms, trespassers beware.


May 20, 2016...

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I stand Isolated
I wreak of defeat
Yet,I'm still fit
Stiff but swift

Undeniably persistent
but stubbornly indifferent
Child of Karma
Over-whelmed by my forebears acts

I crawled into crossroads
not on my own accord
but here i am
Here,i find my feet

Showered by the yield
Inspired by the good
Stunned by the dark
Easy a choice it seems

Why then do i waiver?
when its in black and white
bu neither colour suit me
On this fence i'll remain...

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My guess is life's a passing phase,
A mere blink in the eyes of time,
Cannot survive us in a rhyme.
Observer absent, are there days
Where dying suns attempt to mend
What intellect might recommend?

A passing phase, who hears life's death
As forebears trees in forests fall,
No moon responds to coyote call,
Intelligence not praised by breath!
Unless God's (in our image) will
Cry for our passing, all is still!


Long Tooth
June 9, 2018...

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I am in the village that speak
Of the past of our forebears.
Take the children back to school,
Teach them what tradition had done
To their father and, let them be brave.
Listen to their heart beats always,
Paint their fears with encouragement
And sit with them behind the sun.
I have spoken to the moon to shine
To you always and buttress the children esteems.
I will come soon before june and july,
But let them know that their father cares....

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Public protracts a meg night of sorrow.
My forebears' screaming intimidates me. 
I'm on high alert; catch my spirit growl.
Upheaval nations were met with fury. 

Whiners pelted with mallets left dreary. 
Police detained civil rights advocates. 
Despotism bears loads worrisome ailments. 
Anyone opposing the reins is held. 
 
Each note is judged by a team of experts,
Most of them seem to be wholly ignored.

Written: February 01st, 2022...

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Sunlight leaking through every tree of girth 
White tree sap dripping onto the earth
Feeding insects scurrying with no fright 
This sap of life that gives our eyes sight
Gives us shadows to dance in praise till night 

Breaking through the web of branches impermanent 
A shining sap beyond the blue firmament 
That our forebears tasted every day with eyes bright 
A sap spread across our spinning world in plight 
Wrapping our world in sunlight beyond the great height 

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