Restless Natives

Creative Native, quite contemplative- he draws on walls in ancient caves. So Hieroglyphic speculative: Cuneiform curses mark mummy graves. On land the sand, the grains of Man- exoplated, protective shells. A last ballast, we're sinking fast; step lively men, and hoist the sails! The Tribe has grown and it has thrived- (their drumbeats echo as if alive!) We've lost our rudder, I wince and shudder, and I have lost all will and drive... No longer fond of the Amazon- Jungle be damned; I wish 'twere gone!

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Rick Richardson

Date: 3/12/2014 12:29:00 PM

Love the juxtaposition of the Yanamamo to Egypt and Cro Mangon to the Amazon. As an archaeo, I love this.

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 3/12/2014 12:41:00 PM

Thanks, Rick. Glad someone else knows who the Yanamamo are; I watched a documentary on the Discovery Channel eons ago about them and never forgot it. Thanks for the read and response :)

Sophia Valentina

Date: 2/10/2014 3:19:00 PM

What's this form you're practicing?

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 2/10/2014 4:46:00 PM

Hello. Poetry Police. You are under arrest for failing to pay attention. It's a "sonnet", numnut lol. I thought I would try my hand at a couple. Never wrote one in my life and don't really care for them. Just having some fun. Nacho fren, Jewie ("Julie", inside joke; not antisemitic )

James Marshall Goff

Date: 2/9/2014 4:51:00 PM

I sang this gem...like on a pirate ship, Chan! Cool! Jimbo

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 2/10/2014 5:29:00 AM

Thanks, Jimbo :)