"lineages" poems
Look on me dearly:
your stolen sullied sullen
daughter. I could dig you up
to hold your bones but
want only to wash myself
away, like white foam
from the seashore.
If I burn what is buried,
is it cremation
or disintegration? You would fly
ashes in the wind, like a wish
given
lift, like an altar of lit
incense.
Think of learning of your blood:
yellow skin and rice paddies
and great-great-great-great-granddaddy
grey for the Confederacy.
Do two halves not one whole
soul make? I take
a breath
and leave it
free.
Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 1:28 PM UTC
Like a male monkey you rises up
And thumps hard your chest-it is you and you only!
O Man! You forgets, who you are and what you are is Nature’s
She generously gives and she avariciously takes-
Just a few chances she is giving you to repent before she ruthlessly returns
She is a sharp, doubled edged sword-merciful and merciless!
Man, Humanity is not hostility: Humanity is humility!
Like Sheol that is never satisfied you want to swallow the whole world
Like death you want to take everything, big-small-you want to stomach all
Everything you want to keep to yourself, to be to your entitlements
You take and leave nothing at all for the harmless hopeless-the voiceless
Yet you easily forgets, when the angel of death calls it’s only you and your soul in burials
Your ill amassed pride, wealth and health is not with you anywhere in this your brutal trials
Man, Humanity is not gullibility: Humanity is generosity!
O man! O man! You fills the whole world with mortality
You have killed the sole essence of the soul’s endless immortality
With your undignified dishonesty, your free-will to filthy immorality
War you begins wealthy to get-war is a supernormal profiting business
Man, Humanity souls has never been subjects to severity but sanctity!
Innocent-as little as little children-you murders-they were inevitable!
Common civilians’ deaths are collateral damages-inescapable!
You forgets who you are-you are a little loaned, little you returns for judgment
Here no allies to look after your backs, no cracks to corruption kickbacks-
It is the fairest of all hearings, a ***** for a ***** it is not for a big spoon!
Man, Humanity is not ignobility: Humanity is dignity!
What you are given to govern you governs not
What you are given to take care of you pilfers all
For you and your lineages eternal legacies-the richest ever to have graced the earth!
Yet you forgets, Master a little while returns to put you to a rigorous account
And whoever much is given-that much is also expected, what will be your report?
Man, Humanity is not royalty: Humanity is loyalty!
Humanity is a community, not a sorority of individuality!
Humanity is not infidelity: Humanity is honesty
Humanity is not how wealthy: Humanity is how a loyal legacy
Humanity is not how large is your multinationals entity:
Humanity is how huge is your small heart-its hospitality
Humanity is a humble history, a saintly story!
© Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 1:23 AM UTC
*Their voices echo along the threads of time
I read their works on tattered pages
They say their words did but rhyme
Their's were for inspiration,not wages
They told stories like real witnesses
Of agonizing times and sicknesses
The soldiers of their sweet narrations
They say rode on horses of generations
Triumphant over the trend, glorious
Shooting arrows past lineages,like warriors
They fought against pride and Prejudice
Across boundaries, winged like Pegasus
They flew to bring merit of words and lines
And stood the test of time like wild pines
They used sharp words instead of swords
Only received rejection ,sometimes nods
Walked long distances,endured perspiration
Sleepless ,so to cultivate some inspiration
They were young but with mature souls
Their relentless effort vividly like Moles
Burrowed through even hardened hearts
And with needles of kindness stitched cuts
Finely weaved justice on paper like Mats
And spread it for the world,across all parts
When speech was hated and persecuted
They stood strong and instead recruited
The course of changes threatened to slay
Erosion corroded letters worse than clay
Their beautiful hearts where kindness lay
Were battered and butchered causing hope to decay
A season came when all was but a lost cause
And were tales of how once upon a time it was
Yet again like a phoenix someday they rose
From the ashes of history, how? Nobody knows
They were stronger and mightier than mortals
And travelled through un fathomed portals
They built a very powerful mental kingdom
Above the prestigious tower of wisdom
Where they reigned like the fires on doom at Mordor
Freed so many prisoners of their situations
Across the entire universe and her nations
Gave them keys so they unlock more doors
Stanzas crawled like maggots across all avenues
With mixed feelings the world received the news
Though were skewed to embracing the return
Because for once they saw a flame of peace burn
Their tears were wiped by every piece they read
Poets let them realize war wasn't only in their head
Reason flowed like waters in fountains and streams
Readers believed once again in their dreams
And like poetry and poets they didn't sit back and cry
Every poem they read,sad or not told them to get up and try
And when they finally got victory over their inner strife
Not even once did they forget poems changed their life*
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
I am Liberia!
Though scared by scourges of allien spades,
My resilience bears the fountain of heaven's grace,
Piercing the pangs of all my shades!
My independence, I breathed into Africa's lungs,
Clothed her with my stripes, the red, white and blue;
And gave her a star when she knew not one!
My waters rhythm waves of freedom,
Hailing treasured mountains and supreme chiefdoms.
Divine gemstones overflow the scopes of my coast,
Their sparkles define the image of my undeniable beauty!
My children are the ordained species of apex predators!
Their lineages are woven with blackness,
The tattooed birthmark of optimism—
Unbleached to proclaim the glorified identity of their motherland!
With arms of liberty I do solemnly pledge
The allegiance of a century filled heritage!
I today connect a living channel to the realm of your soul,
Bidding you welcome,
Welcome to Rediscover Mama Liberia
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 6:47 PM UTC
laying on the table
burnt out,
contorted fossils
your lineages penises
dried up artifacts
lying in wait,
lined up neatly
10 in total
a collection regal
arranged for a visitor to see
my father
his father
& his before
crispy yams worth their weight in gold and in favour
'As you see Douglas was exceptional. . .
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 2:30 AM UTC
For Gertrude Stein
that vast land
a wanderer's dream
to wonder
to ponder
in awe
a~mazed
like spiderwebs
lineages of pearls
falling
cascading
a land of invisble boundries
boudaries unlimited
ideas limitless
exploring
branching
like a woman's thoughts
tree branches
no time no space
the melting of Dali's clocks
a land of no beginnings
no middle
endless
images endless
like the vortex
spiraling inward
downward
voidless
Apr 25, 2010
Apr 25, 2010 at 1:49 PM UTC
Do you feel it
Its the feeling
That you get
When there's nothing left
No distractions
No messages to check
No cigarettes
Real self is glaring back
Hi hey its me
Do you like what you see?
If not
change direction
Find what you need
The path can get rocky and dark
But every breath
Can be a fresh start
To begin again
Ego deleting
Humans - misleading,
Is there a way out of
Escaping
Waiting
Playing
I'm Breaking
The soul is aching
Knowing i cant keep replacing
Generations running from
the University of Feeling.
But, Dna remembers
The embers
from those cold Novembers
Flown away -
ash to dust
What's done is done
do everything with love,
And don't forget
the ones up above
As we are one.
Blessed be the
Music makers
The creators
The soul achers
Shedding their layers,
Bleed in
Bleed out
Returning the energy to origin
Breathe it in
Breathe it out
The Stagnant air
can get left there,
On the page that i wrote,
Because of the way that you spoke.
Its not the first bad note,
Here comes another ****
the ones that can let go of their pain
The ones that can cry out their rain
Transmuting,
Not always soothing
It stings
its saddening
Its beautifully shedding
From All that's been embedding
Ancestral healing
Will set you free
from the pain
Of your lineages chain.
I'm tired of walking in the rain.
Cycles will not repeat, again.
The wise one
Puts the stop here.
"If not you,
Then who?
If not now,
then When"
Waiting isnt wise,
Youll get left behind
A step essential to take,
To not have inherited infliction
stored in the skin
Remembered through the dna
Sometimes we just can't consciously trace.
But the unconscious
Stores all of our ancestors names
They live through us
We feel their pain
So it must
Take a chosen one
To finally pave
a new way.
Erase
The heartbreak
The envy
and the i wish it could bes.
Break the cycle
of holding
You must heal
all that's been shoved down
And replaced with a drug you found.
Choose you.
Choose now.
Write it
Yell it
Paint it
Feel it
And let it go.
Step into the clear air
You did it
You repaired
Breathe in the fresh air
Remember how you got here
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Jul 29, 2024
Jul 29, 2024 at 7:40 AM UTC
People talk, more than I.
I am ashamed of my past,
And confused about my life.
Where the history, of many lineages
Is well-described:
I am unaccustomed with mine.
What I know, of right & of wrong,
Is it predicated on the rule of the weak
By that of the strong?
The gaze thus glares from my eyes,
Does it live in black & in white?
Does bruised fruit still grow ripe?
Dec 13, 2023
Dec 13, 2023 at 12:37 PM UTC
A gliding entity between ecstasy, my eyes grew from seeds
to inversely unbounded trees, oxidizing, breathing into the collective
a collection eclectic; the ripening ages convene the gods' pallette
so mortal and clean. From the vantage of mauve mountains,
beholders pressed through the ravine. "The bewildered be wild"
She crooned on to me.
Deepening the night, scintillant ancestors dug
with Light, unearthing cherished retinal prints.
The vulpine maw imposed no sin, indigo glow
and a patina sheen, feral bliss had greased
the chain. Lineages span millennia as scions cast
the sacred Heron, spear of the World beyond
the eros plane.
So She crooned on to me
Her sybilline Dream.
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 7:28 PM UTC
Look at Prince Charles' profile
see the high forehead and receding baldness
the jutting nose, a strong noble Grecian look
take a look at Prince William, same features
his is even more defined
so our plebs on the Clapham omnibus
declares quite seriously that
these lovely royal profiles resembles a horse
neigh, neigh do not scold the plebs
they see only what the lower plebs brains sees
and perhaps
because Royals have a strong historical link with Horses
a royal maiden had at one time taken a horse to bed
Come to think of it, Catherine The Great
Empress of Russia
reportedly did take a horse for a bit of jiggery porky
so maybe there's a bit of equine bloodline in all royal lineages
after-all the horse is considered a handsome proud and noble beast
So I embrace my horse ancestry and can also confirm
that I am packed as a horse in the lower region as well....
Any clean and disease-free female wanting a ride is welcomed
please contact me at Buck house and bring a big hat along
NO, not for my head...you silly twit......
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 8:45 PM UTC
don't you dare smile
in the face of the
day. don't think for
a second that
you are in control
of your feelings.
see that person ahead?
don't acknowledge them.
head down, eyes forward,
mouth shut, heart
closed.
...good, now you're
getting the hang of
it. now, accept everyone
else's authority but
your own, amass financial
debt, relieve yourself
with the proper drugs,
find someone under
the same
enchantment as you
and call it love.
have kids because it's
the next step. raise them
in your image.
then,
watch them repeat the
same cycles
and as you're dying, have
a flash-thought-
"did I even notice who I was? what I wanted for this life?"
and as the thresh
ceases to be held you
light a candle of hope-
your love the spark,
your children the fed flame.
you say,
"they will sever the momentum I couldn't, they will
see it."
-after all they are made
to be better than you,
not simply blind copies.
yet as the kaleidoscopic walls
usher you on you wonder,
"how many of my ancestors have lit this same vela del lecho
de muerte? how many were hoping it was their daughter or
son?"
the security of tradition and
the risk-reward of novelty
played out across
lineages. both correct
and incorrect in their
own ways...
which one reaches through
the ages and hums
in
your spine?
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 8:37 PM UTC
fate ***** with a lot of possibilities
but if you choose one to beset yourself with--
a certain mirage sizzling over the horizon--
might the fixation of that end drive yourself towards it?
So I say liberate herself from one down the line:
fate ought to flirt with the tread's-worth of lineages
growing within its forest of prospects.
Decide where to take her and meddle her acquaintances
rather than choosing one to wed your kismet.
Apr 17, 2023
Apr 17, 2023 at 2:37 AM UTC
I seem to have missed the lesson,
or maybe it was a paid seminar,
where being a ******* to folk not like you
is seen as cool
A staggering self-belief, or indoctrination
into a way of thinking that excludes
the workers, powerhouses, batteries,
seems insane in a way
that only limited lineages
seem genetically capable of
But now I’m stooping, so I’ll stop
Let’s all stop
being in thrall to noisy *******
rugger-buggers who had charmed and broken youths,
who knew no hunger except in minds
and no kindness except paid for
I would feel pity, but these bred monsters
are parasitic,
so to let them survive,
******* and spouting lies,
kills us all in the end.
Britannia rules these waves
Feb 6, 2022
Feb 6, 2022 at 9:23 AM UTC
What if years after the butterflies, and after the fire and ash has settled there is nothing but the pooling of guts. The detritus that lies smitten with various bacterial lineages, and a hot ooze that overboiled from the seams of your heart now are being slowly engulfed; Mesmerised by the steady beats and thumps, the fissioning crowd wells in awe, clawing, a cacophony of enzymes heaving toward the heavy membrane. Swell; where trichogramma turns to ask the orchid floating among the horizon: what do parasites contribute to an ecosystem?
Perhaps the cumulative swarm of such chemically catalytic beasts, towering, twisting, spitting emulate the acute plasmic oxygenation of a flame. A perhaps.
Such are perhaps.
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 5:06 AM UTC
Open arms of our ancestors were chained by salvation
Imprisoned for their hospitality to wolves in white robes
Exemplars of ideal piety in a sea of persistent savagery
Anathematizing our ethnicity to centuries of slavery.
A rich heritage was converted by ecclesiastics
In exchange for a theology void of its vast history.
Kingdom's senior to Rome birthed civilizations, agriculture and commerce.
Yet its philosophy was condemned and baptized by brainwashers.
Our fruitful Motherland and legends found wanting by their holy book,
Genesis 9:25-27:
"Cursed be Canaan! The lowest of slaves will he be to his brothers. He also said, 'Blessed be the Lord, the God of Shem! May Canaan be the slave of Shem."
A poisoned doctrine arrested mentality of lineages
To deprive and surrender self, seeking an afterlife eternity,
To wholeheartedly fund false prophets n preachers of hypocrisy
And remain blinded to our heritage and congenital blessings.
"Africa must wake up, Sleeping sons of Jacob"
In slumber we backboned empires enteprises and entertainment
Still failing to grant our compensation and true valuation
Cause we are now followers to their Chains of Salvation.
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 1:41 AM UTC
blue green hypnotic muses pass through
the spindles of time tightly squeezed to
minuscule bits that cast themselves so weightlessly
across our minds with recollections that
sputter to an abrupt stop
here in repose, motionlessly we arch our touch
to grasp any filament that can light our heavens
the ones we secretly crush on our pillows
as we usher in the peaceful times to journey
the dark crystal studded universe of our
nights seeing the wonders and urgings
of travels to mysterious contraband landscapes
and lush ***** paradises lined up in perfect
latitudes... tangents and twists and turns
solemn stirrings and lineages that have engulfed
all thought... all pleasure... all measures
and why not... check cashed... funds paid!.
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 4:57 PM UTC
Cultures of old
Surrendering to thy god
Bowing in reference
Telling mysteries unravelment
The forecast of the elders
Giving praises to their gods
Welcoming the spirits
Resurrecting the ancient incantations
Monarchs in gathering
Rulers in council
Entering the room of spirituality
Leaving Epistles for generations unborn
Their cultural powers
A bestowing of forefathers
Worshipping mighty deities
Forming lineages of righteousness
Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 5:17 PM UTC
Deafening.
Eons past.
Faceless
millions
charge.
Fields of
glory.
Fields
of horror.
Fields
of death.
Warriors
of old.
Shields
raised.
Swords
drawn.
Following
orders.
Untold
stories.
Charging
straight
into
hell.
Blood
soaked.
Sweat,
tears
mud
mixed.
What
story
tell?
What for
death?
Fallen
warriors.
Young men
ceasing
to exist,
struck
down.
Progeny’s
denied.
Lineages
severed.
Futures
obliterated.
Destroyed.
Lost in
the mist
of time.
Careening
headlong.
Still
to this
day.
To what
end?
Aug 12, 2023
Aug 12, 2023 at 11:06 PM UTC