#forefathers
The heart fire
deep heat
unburning
Lift us
over mountains
Pull us through
a drain pipe
Speak to us
of certainty
while adrift
on improbability
As if knowing
the shadows cast
by our father’s steps
across his treacherous trail
The way was lit
from within
match
lamp
lantern
caldera
sun
pulsar
Boom
Thunder cracking
sparks spitting
The warmth of
his skin
browning
his paper cape
Plastic name
The furnace
forces
feelings
for forging
exploring
unwary of warnings
deep seated picnic
in the pool area
desires creosote
his chimney
lost
to the
mansions
of memory
to the
particular
particles
of the
smoke
choking
on the
carbon
sandwich
he provoked
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 10:01 AM UTC
The first time you kissed me it was a surprise, I wasn’t ready.
It was a sneak attack, funny ‘cause they say the girl ‘always knows.’
I think we’re lucky we didn’t chip a tooth.
The unexpected slowed me - ‘ok, that happened,’ I thought.
Because I’d wondered, before - ‘does he like me like THAT?’
Then suddenly you came into sharp focus, your lips, your eyes,
your goofy smile. It changed things, for us - like Jesus’s birth
changed time - there was before kiss (bk) and after kiss (ak).
We somehow kludged our way into love - the old-fashioned way
without navigation software, dating sites, hookup apps or breadcrumbs.
Like our foremothers and fathers or Columbus - we bumbled into a New World.
Jul 11, 2023
Jul 11, 2023 at 5:20 PM UTC
Child of the soil, they call themselves
Yet they walk on a pedestal so high
Their feet has no dust
I’m the child of the soil
They say with voices causing tremors on the ground
Yet Their feet are buried on the cushion of clouds
I’m the child of the soil
They say chanting they’re clan names
Yet they know not the ground their great parents lay
I’m the child of the soil
Yet they are not rooted in it
Easily tossed around and misplaced they lay
The ground lays barren
The amazons once envied their homeland
Now, they are just a wasteland
Yet, they are children of the soil
Jun 12, 2023
Jun 12, 2023 at 6:06 AM UTC
the spirits of our forefathers are turning in their grave
our land has been home to freedom and liberty for years
why would we allow the orange fog to control and suppress that right
our founders fought for and gained that right for us
why would some question, and want that privilege squashed
is it a reality that has come to stay?
NO, is the only answer here
let our ancestors know that democracy is not in hiding....
Brian Hill - 2020 # 304
Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 9:32 AM UTC
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they just don't care
I can't take the smell, can't take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away but I couldn't get far
'Cause a man with a tow truck repossessed my car
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a *** hag…
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 5:46 PM UTC
crumble
stumble
shin bones resonate
then part ways
walking razor edges
in descent to
the underworld
so sink I
under the waves
of Gaia's fury
roiling through my veins
overflowing, spilling
pouring out my
drunken offering
in shame
descent
deeper--center
subsumed in doom
saturated with ultrablue
blood not mine
penal lineage incongruous
with divine
my sole salvation
is empty
my soul empties into
Tartarian depths
and definitively
denied access to
heaven and hell
I'll sleep with the
vacuum
sealed, entombed
forever frozen crystalline carcass
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC
Please do not challenge me less I will make the line straight
I may not be of that caliber but my forefathers were great
Anxious by my nature I can neither tolerate nor can I wait
I know how to change situation, how fortune to get from fate
My forefather were emblem of sheer hard work to celebrate
And we are following their footprints to be their soul mate
Whenever we feel dejected we look up and just reinvigorate
We do not have very many qualities but we do reinvigorate
Hence I am ready to take any action being prudent for wrong
You must to which clan , tribe of warriors me my sons belong
With clear eyes , clean hearts what set of values to take along
Being from mountains and properly trained we are fit,strong
If you want to test our veracity and fortitude to extend prolong
We are ready to be in the field to curb all vice to fight lifelong
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 4:56 AM UTC
You are beautiful and I am not.
We are the habits of our forefathers.
We can choose to forget them, let them
Drain away like sand through glass,
Distant dust of history. As much as we try
To remember, desire is stronger than memory.
Sometimes I turn to sculpt soft clay,
Loose and stark in my hands.
And then I abandon the mess. I should keep
My fingertips stained red for effort.
I remember dreaming a vision:
Heroine of my own story,
Walking the grey beach in winter,
Projected far into the future when I might realize it.
Clay does not sculpt itself.
Prayers go unanswered. Here
I dwell in my own lit house,
Multiple yellow lights
Floating in the dark, mirror for
The starry night that I might see.
We’re the only species with
Wings on our feet. We’ve molded
Paper into something precious.
Currency of kings. Gold origami.
Honeyed words remain my nectar.
Rome is a daylong process that is for ever.
To shape is a practice
Known by time and being,
That I may become a living embodiment.
That I might find grace in a raised arm, a bent leg.
That I might see myself through a filter of love.
That I might remember there are no
Comparisons.
That we are beautiful for our very selves.
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 7:03 AM UTC
Please let me stray.
Let go of my hand
and watch me dance.
Upon the graves of your forefathers.
They were once mine too,
but I let go too soon.
The mountains look down in scorn.
Please a kiss on forehead
would **** a thousand demons,
so bring out your lips
mix my blood with yours
and let's resist the call of prayer.
Here we have each other
That must be enough.
Heart it calls for everything it touches
Heart calls for it all,
A greedy child,
Who never wants to hear the word no
Who never says it at all.
I lived for the word.
I lived for the eyes
Meeting in the dark.
I am here,and you are here.
I am here, and you are here.
I am here, and you are .
I am, You are.
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 2:53 PM UTC