Best Ancestral Poems

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As I've wandered through ancestral words,

through mountains crossed, and a river of pain ...

the voices stirred, have long been silenced, but the...

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Sometimes when I am up and down at night, I wake up to the dreaded alarm, grouchy and mean.
I can stay the whole day that...

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Dirt road lined with walls of stone,
run right up to the small home,
rust red siding coming in view,
in my head it’s still cedar, blue.

Sugar maples...

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As she meditated the room brightened. 
Streaks of energy came in and lightened.
She did not flinch, used to such things.
The whirls of essence danced in...

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My remote ancestral house I left a long time ago,
keeps on flashing with longing on my memory canvas.
So, one summer on the faded trail of...

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COME, LETS BEAT THE ANCESTRAL DRUM

Sitting here flowing
through the meters of time
like a smooth spring stream
meandering through forest greens,
I peruse the many folds
of the caverns...

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Soft scents of frangipani invade my nostrils in the twilight air,
pellucid thoughts from deep within made me aware of my senses.
I look over yonder and...

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ancestral seeds grow


as family tree ripens...


bearing fruits of love



Haiku on My Family Contest
Sponsor: Marvin Celestial
5/10/2016...

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Nature is a work of pureness
Through the fiery chaos a green side is born
The water of purity every body of it
Purer than the last

The deer...

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Adam and Eve is where my tree starts
with Noah's son Japheth leaving his mark
spreading his DNA seed all over Europe
his lineage from long ago quickly...

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Callused hands, stooped back
Temples gray with passing years
Eyes smile as brow sweats...

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ON TENDING THE GREAT ANCESTRAL FIRES

Here lies the residue
Of an old fire
Long gone
Dry—Ashes 
Left to the whelms
Of raindrops to dampen
Into a useless mush—
Or for the...

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I returned to our farmstead last autumn
on the driveway where I kicked marbles
and plucked brambles catching my gaze- 
Now overgrown at sixty-two
horse wagons filled the...

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Have you heard
Of Thomas
The Rhymer

It is told
that I sprang
from his loins

Many years
Long 
gone past

Yet the tales
That last
Are often quietly purloined

The story goes
He disappeared
To consort with...

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 Distant drums voice sacred song
as didgeridoo drone rings
its messages to my awaiting ears;
ancient ceremonies flood
the canyon in tones of
ancestral wisdom.

Every rock or boulder resonates,
crickets...

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