Best Colonise Poems
Negritude has been invaded,
by carefully instilled dread of better change
while misery endures a standing ovation
Power is methodically toned down
in phases,
to colonise freedom…
Don’t allow it
The future is now related,
servitude ingrained
by liberation’s inflated egos’ quest to quench,
Blind to constitutional elevation
of these masses, and an impending storm,
We are not surrounded by defeated fighters…
These lies are unfounded
This battle cannot be grated,
By weakly defined attempts to wrench
a revolution from our roasted patience,
History coloured in sweat may lie forlorn
but piously spawns patterns in melting snow
Don’t let it slip unseen into
a miserly pit…
Let them know
you know
From the beginning of time there has been exploration
To undiscovered places by every rich nation
Mans great love for exploring has moved up a gear
He has accepted a new challenge; the final frontier.
Nineteen fifty seven saw the launch of sputnik one
Followed by sputnik two, the space race had begun
Russia was the first off the starting block
America was busy working around the clock.
The following year America entered the race
By sending explorer one up into space
Russia then sent up their first cosmonaut
America then followed with an astronaut.
America was now leading in the race for space
President Kennedy’s wanted a man, on the moons surface
The whole world was watching, they were eager to see
Eagle Landers touchdown in the sea of tranquillity.
Research and development is now taking place
To establish planet Mars as a forwarding base
Future missions will refuel and take on supplies
So astronauts can venture out into darker skies.
Look up on a clear night and look for the space station
Manned by astronauts from more than one nation
Mankind has shown that he has the capability
By developing spacecraft that was once fantasy.
There have been many celebrations and even some tears
Accidents have caused deaths of some brave pioneers
Two NASA space shuttles, Colombia and Challenger
Both exploded above the earth a tragic disaster.
Our sun will die out and mankind needs to survive
A new home is needed so humans can thrive
Mankind will colonise planets that’s a certainty
Using great minds to develop new technology.
Space exploration is new and is painfully slow
In the big scheme of things, we’ve a long way to go
But one day these dreams will become reality
As man ventures further out, beyond our own galaxy.
Written 30th March 2018.
Exciting thoughts of new beginnings
chances, expectations, new creations,
Hopeful, joyful, ecstatic, mixed feelings
ability to propagate new generations,
Joining strangers with similar aims
Pioneers, explorers, adventurous stars,
physically fit humans, exceptional brains,
Pilgrims ready to colonise plant Mars,
fame, respect, that will be bestowed
upon all from Earths world leaders,
another life, another exciting episode
to feed minds of astronomy readers,
replenish a planet that's so arid, red,
Inhabitable, undesirable, unforgiving
planet without atmosphere totally dead,
thoughts turn to things He'd be missing,
no longer an Earthling, become a Martian,
never again to see Mother Earths beauty
her seasons, become a displaced person
must realise the importance, it's his duty,
but never to see his loved ones ever again
only memories, photographs, minds images,
will he survive this ordeal or will He just go insane
living in discomfort without any privileges.
if recruited must accept with grace and pride
with knowledge that he's able, he can do it,
fears, concerns, despair, nowhere to hide,
understanding, this is a one way ticket.
21/01/2017
Traveling to Mars.
SEPTEMBER
Sneaking a few minutes from each day’s waning sun
Each sunrise is later up, and its setting partner earlier down.
Pigeons will soon be the only fliers left in the town:
The migrants are going, or are packing bags quickly,
Escaping to the warmth and song of the south country.
My pansies are spreading without my restraint daily
Because they know it’s last chance to colonise extra turf:
Each fading beauty desperate to cling to mother-earth,
Reaching down for sustenance now in dearth.
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Written by Sydney Peck for
Carol Brown’s Contest FALL IS AROUND THE CORNER
FIRST MEN TO LAND ON MOON
We were returning from space
To colonise would become a race
Over population is bound to come
Moon or mars would become home for some
Tension was mounting high
I didn’t hear my companion sigh
History was been recorded
Would we survive to be rewarded
Almost a fait accompli
We were hurtling towards the sea
Our mission must not now fail
I nervously adjusted my mask to inhale
First men to land on moon
Reporters would write, very soon
But first the big splash
Let’s not be rash
Neil and I were alert
Politeness was trivial, we were curt
Stand by for countdown, copy me
Minutes later we were in the sea
Men helped us out
Proud of us not doubt
Some could only gape
Astounded we’d arrived ship shape
The people began to cheer
Not having lived our fear
We thought of our future fame
And revelled in it once again!
Dreams.
I want to stand out
To be looked up to
Revered and praised
I want my live to live on
Be a member of history
Do something memorable
Achieve a mythical goal
Invent the saviour of man
Fly faster - go deeper
Reach the centre of the earth
Go into outer space
Land and colonise planets
Be the real Captain Kirk
Write the perfect song
Act; a tear jerking Macbeth
Dreams only dreams
This is what mediocrity means.
Acrosss the timeless realms of space
The battered starship streaks
Spitting forth its probing beams
To trace the human signs it seeks,
Left by the sons of sons of previous ones
Far in the ancient past
To find and colonise a world
So the human race would last
But with fuel so low it did,nt show
With all their hope deminished the saga was finished
But the returning gleam from a reflected beam
That returning blip now steered the ship
To a world with a trace of a human race
With the return of belief and joys of relief
The crew set to land and renew
Frendly relations with this long lost race
And replace them with a human trace
But the first expedition that had been before
Had taught the natives to question more
To build a pyramid and realise
Its the only way to the heavenly skies
And live again in paradise.
So Adam and Eve lived a life of ease
To do as they please
and to mate with a local ape and create
a humanoid
You boffin from The Caucasus Mountains, are you a devil or human?You have destroyed my seeds, the source of my survival.
I used to grow my seeds, which gave birth to more seeds on the same piece of land, but today, you have killed my original seed.
You boffin, are you a curse or a blessing to humanity? Why have you assassinated our ecosystem,which was self-sustaining and thriving.
I never invited you to come upon my land. You have sucked out all the nutrients from my original seeds. Your goal is to see us Perish .
You boffin, are you simply a long-term liability to creation, or you are here to colonise my food by contaminating my original seeds.
What have I done to you to deserve so much evil and wickedness from you? Everywhere you go, you create chaos and miseries.
You boffin, you have brought synthetic seeds upon my land and total destruction of the natural world.
You boffin, are your acts of human or devil?
By Chanda Katonga.
Not only did they colonise land
They colonised history too
They decided to make history a blank canvas
To start anew
By painting over the colour in white paint
Hiding the accomplishments of tge black race
They say slavery was in the past
We need to move on
But continously teach us about the holocaust
And when a black student ask 'what about my history'
They respond slavery is bad
But that is all the knowledge we need
Ignoring their pleas
To teach black history
The teacher turns their back
Not caring how they feel
The extent of teaching black history
Is learning about Martin Luther King
Who had a dream
What about Claudette Colvin
Who was to 'dark' to be seen
Or malcolm x
Who was so dangerous, so powerful
That he was the FBI's most wanted
For daring to speak
And making an impact
Holding the oppressors accountable
He knew he was going to die, he knew what they had planned
He had died taking a stand
We did not go through all of this just to be erased
Our pain and suffering will not be in vain
We will scream and shout, till you say our names
And for your crimes you will pay
You will not hide our history you tried to Bury in our graves
Why should man destroy Istangene wold, where zombie, s
if they like should colonise it how tomorrow may
it be fooling and manging their still assumptions
for instance?.
Rip the sheets of comfort of their privileged bodies
Let the cold hit their skin
To feel the harsh reality of life
Fed with safety and security
No longer will they be coddled by warmth
Whiteness will not save you
Your evil will be put to shame
Your secrets pushed into the spotlight
Pandering will not be allowed
We are tired of you escaping justice
Of the ability to bend the law to your will
Someone has to police you
And I will gladly volunteer as tribute
Power isn't threatening its just cowardly
To pray on the vulnerable
And feast on their need for acceptance
This is a dangerous game that my people will not play
Try not to throw a tantrum when we won't be receptive to your control
We are not falling for your indoctrination tactics
This is for the white supremacists
Who are inspired by Hitler
Who thinks they are right
And so are their views
But your ego will be deflated
With this harsh truth
The only reason you have the power of privilege
Is because of black people
Our contributions are what makes you, you
Because without us to colonise
Who's culture would you choose
To steal, to abuse
To fill the empty void that lives within you
And mask our ancestors labour by spinning it with your 'truth'
The lies you've spread that bled on our graves
Soiling the legacies left by our ancestors
The theft of autonomy of voice
A cowards choice
Taking advantage of the silence once we are dead
To feed the ignorant
Your campaign of hate
But we see through your evil and the tarnishing of our names
But you won't be rid of, not even close, not yet
Our voices you will never forget