Best Cro Poems
Cro mag non man was a birth of a nation
Crete led the way for civilized creation
The Etruscans became the first Mediterranean power
Indo Europeans Settled Europe as others cower
The Aryans in India established a civilization
The Nile valley would be dominated by Egyptians
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We've once again taken history’s place
To show again we are the face
Our past is forbidden , the truth is hidden
We've once again taken history’s place
300 Spartans showed what there courage could do
Alexander The Greats strength was unmatched by few
Rome led 1000 years of prosperity before the decline
The Visigoths chased the Huns back over the European line
7 crusades led by a Christians to stem Islam
Ferdinand and Isabella condemned the Moorish harm
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Everyone feared the fury of the pagan vikings of the north
Napoleon Bonaparte would bring military genius forth
The British empire would colonize every land
William Wallace bravely fought for the freedom of Scotland
The Teutonic knights helped spread across Europe Christianity
The 30 years of Christian wars brought nothing but insanity
Chorus
Expansion of discovery could never be touched
The United states would rise and the British would be crushed
The south would rebel for liberty and freedom
The British would slice the throat of the Ottoman kingdom
The first brothers war was thought to be the final stand
The Afrikaners fought relentless for the right of there land
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The Bolshevik revolution brought a new plague into the world
The Germans brought a new hope as the banners were unfurled
All of Europe would unite under the waffen for it's European identity
The Marxist hippie movement brought moral hygiene to it's knees
Now it's the today and we have to keeping fighting for a new tomorrow
We must secure our destiny and keep having our history grow
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Welcome! everybody now
Europeans, Italians and otherwise
Wild birds all set to crow
Intent on pretzels and gnocchi
Liters of beer and wine prevail
Local foods will make you drool
Party-goers in the groove gear up
Arriving with cheers - Huzza!
Returning guests and those on tour
Teetotalers too we will admit
You are welcome; come and stay
Lederhosen and dirndls, dress apparel
Initial parade complete with confetti
Kicks off the breweries' lark
Every first Sunday, a costume parade
Trendy tents offer entertainment
Historic foods, mostly deutsch
Even children enjoy rides and flume
Reservations you will prefer
Early evening tents may close
Should safety cause concerns
No first-timer can turn down
Ox on a spit and all things potato
Thrills last for more than a fortnight
Oompah music always crescendo
Munich Madness - groups perform
Oktoberfest yodeling, give it a go
Regulation insures your beer -
Real German malt lager
Official toast, “O'zapft is!” - Cheerio!
We will party like there’s no tomorrow
written as a double acrostic on November 7, 2016
If Peter Piper picked a pack of pickled peppers, would you care?
Would the peck be put in a glass jar? What if he dropped a hair in there?
And, if Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet digging
and found the jar that Piper had hidden in the muck,
along side the skull of Cro-Magnon man?
“Ahhh, NO we’ve found the hip girdle and he’s a she!”
Well, ole Pipper’s pecker would have gone to the pie in the sky
and Miss Muffet’s tuffet would have gone to compost;
So, how would the archeologist know for sure? "
Why the HIP, you hafta have hips, miles and miles and mile of hips…
Baby you can be a hero of course just put that ‘orse behind the cart!”
Heart, well it’s left the building too. “Geeezzz it was just a pump
whatcha want from a pump?” Thump, thump, from the bump, bump,
then ya hump, hump, and my goodness, we’re back to Peter Piper and his pecker?
“NO, no, his peck of pickles and Muffet’s missin’ tuffet?
Well, I say the stars, yes the stars, show the way,
the celestial meaning of the id, the I, the you, the ego too,
and love “Ahhhhhh love the excuse for it all!”
The pickles, the muffins, the tuffet, the bumping the humpin’
The free for all of we!
Sweet Just the Way I Like It
you're a genius she moaned
there can only be so much money in circulation
he replied halfheartedly fingering her abacus
the moon arose sharp as a razor
and they set about creating a dynasty
a master race of thumb sucking idiots
that arose from the dead at midnight
with pretensions of divine right
she was a plump desert highway waitress
with a mile of sunny cleavage
a beckoning oasis of hope
to every butt sore trucker
he was a cadre from the Cro Magnon bloc
raised by the Sisters of Inchoate Ire
in a constant din of prayer
a model of pedagogical endurance
a time of war ravaged the land
the grip of the Dept. of Antiquities was strong
wizards made the oceans boil
mystics buskered the street corners
will work for the contemplation of food
a few actually knew something
but in practice were a bit too bent
by the wind blinded by repetition
to be true in the rigorous mortis sense
nothing to be done except perhaps
another detached from reality ******
now that the past was in hot pursuit
but the leibensborn are clever
and they were smuggled to safety
in boxes of radio parts
he picked up the Bardic Hour
on the Welsh Luftwaffe Network
she was wired to the 220 dryer circuit
and clicked through the channels
Gamble for Your Soul followed by
Ladies of Leisure followed by
Nearly Inaudible the game show
which asked the same question
if the picture is perfect is it changeable
this is how they ineluctably became
the enemy of both sides
the rim shots were deafening
but histrionics had worked in the past
you'd think we were defending against death
rather than a better data set
so it is with surface addiction
a searching modern art piece
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
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Symbol of mass transportation,
crucial as a pair of wings;
I wonder where we'd be without it
in the broader scheme of things?
It's hard to say just how we'd cope,
or how we'd get around.
I must confess a nagging fear
we'd stay right on the ground,
go no further than Cro-Magnons
dragging women by the hair,
as they forage in the jungle
lugging trophies to their lair.
Our trips would be restricted
to the tribes across the marsh;
we'd just better hope they're friendly,
not belligerent or harsh.
The prospects weren't too sanguine
that we'd subjugate the land
until the wheel's invention
guaranteed our upper hand.
Does This Make Sense?
Some will find they’re at odds with opinions expressed
here, call me to account, but I color all friends
who remain in the room! When your feelings are hurt -
if your heart’s to forgive, will’s to clear each impasse,
joy’s to act in a way that shows warmth to some rhymes
(till the end of life’s breath), that expand who I am
(though blood slips bounds of banks), I aspire to that rock
as I climb from life’s beach, clear my vision of clouds,
and join aspect of stars that are light-years away.
Is perfection a reason that love gets confessed
or observed? Who dreams pearls (fools sign worth - fashion trends)
all command such an arc (this sad question’s too curt?)
when their fossilized curves serve to compost morass
at bays’ bottoms with oysters whose housing sublimes
to time’s sandstone? Is fruit from a poisoned exam
(that one cheats on) all ‘Love’ is? You need to take stock
if you think you’re not fool to believe you best crowds
of those wiser than you, aren’t Cro Magnon cliché.
Are genetics we own plus or stain on (God’s?) path?
Ours a toehold, a second (from life’s first veneer
through the moment we’re in) if earth’s hour is one day,
our whole galaxy’s fatuous footnote, a tag
in the grand scheme of things! And we’re plum in God’s eye?
Did the dinosaurs sin to imagine God’s Grace
was theirs too in the millions of years they held reign?
God! One day all got stoned! Did they brag they were clay
formed, a likeness of God that He kissed with life’s breath?
Some may claim that “The one thing I’m sure of is death,”
but they’re kidding themselves. Our acts can’t earn their way!
“Souls are real!” “Death is real!” Both aspire to less pain,
but ‘Lights Out’ is a window our fingers can’t trace.
It’s in ‘faith’ all approach to greet exit and try.
Does the Atheist go to his fate smoking f*g?
Do Believers who die win gold rings in some way?
Do Agnostics escape faith who think truth’s most dear?
May God’s Justice get served, steeped in Grace, not earned wrath!
Brian Johnston
7th of March in 2021
You are a mental giant but an emotional atavist.
Like the old cliche,
your forcefulness of personality hit me over the head
and you dragged me back to your dank, primordial mind cave,
By the hair of course.
And you also took me, consumed me and
made me bleed...
with my dark hair in your fists
your lips on my throat
all the while promising a
steady diet of wooly mammoths
a bear-skin bed
and the eternally-burning fire
on which we would toast teradactyl wings
and warm our dirty feet.
Only you knew all the while
you would eventually tire,
find another victim,
ban me from your cave
and toss me to
saber-toothed tigers,
having gotten exactly what you wanted.
Ignorant to the depths
of my unbounded devotion to you,
(what you once called my
candor and tenderness
with poetic grunts)
you are now doomed
to forever be concerned
only with your neanderthal needs
and your immature, primal
self.
My darling cro-magnon,
reflecting in the clarity of the sunshine and
inspired by the warmth of meat-scented breath on my face,
I have decided that
my priestess womb
will no longer be the petri dish
for your long overdue evolution.
This was a poetry challenge - a twisted valentine
My Honey
(Valentine Challenge)
Dandelions and sweetbreads
are paltry proof
when all year long
he acts aloof.
He hunts all day
this clumsy brute
and barrels home
his horn a toot
bloody carcass
around his shoulders,
he bludgeoned it with a
jumbo boulder
In this black cave
I’m stuck all day
while beasts outside
devour their prey.
With my cro-magnon
cupid’s in trouble,
no match for us,
go shoot another couple.
Happy St. Valentine’s Day
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
January 25, 2012
People Not Prolific During Neolithic
With some subjects can be able to concur
Then regarding others may not be so sure
For instance human and world development
And why from God all of this had been sent.
For our creation what was it God had in mind
If we did it would be like blind leading the blind
Maybe in the Bible there is much more to obtain
Without and Abel could there have been a Cain?
Of course, at times, we must start to realize
After tries and tries by us may be a surprise
As information grows that we collect and garner
About agricultural activity and life of a farmer.
People were never prolific during Neolithic
Times as well as period which was Paleolithic
Would people prefer to be called Cro-Magnon
Or perhaps Australopithecus and on and on.
Paying a tribute to current events of the day
We are all here still wondering which way
How each of existences eventually arrived
And though all the ages we still survived.
I just woke up at two in the morning after
I had dreamed about writing this poem.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
female licks the male
a state of nirvana greets
Cro Magnons and bats
Villanelle : If only you knew what the rest in silence think
(if a guy not so Sterling be)
If only you knew what the rest in silence think
You wouldn’t rush to hang him on a string
Look at his gal and see why he’s such a stink
We’re all Africans whichever way you blink
If you fathered Man do not your sons sting
If only you knew what the rest in silence think
If your girl leant close in Magic Johnson’s clink
Wouldn’t you bounce up and with envy wring
Look at his gal and see why he’s such a stink
Leave the guy alone and let him jealous sink
His gal will drop him and millions you bring
If only you knew what the rest in silence think
Be not so self-righteous and haughty think
No sweet Blackie stuck on Whitey you not sting
Look at his gal and see why he’s such a stink
Lucy’s blood drains down Cro-Magnon’s brain link
All the world’s but one long genetic string
If only you knew what the rest in silence think
Look at his gal and see why he’s such a stink
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
As calm as the ocean by the horizon,
As calm as the knowledgeable fool,
As calm as the CRO signal at ground.
Parched and cracked, the red planet’s soil
Life once flowed in seas, fossils found
The man in the moon may entreat
But sunken eyes on Mars confound
A sphinx’s face gazes back at Earth
Eerie replica of Egypt
Where pyramids are unexplained
A page from sci-fi novels ripped
Cro-Magnon man did not evolve
From Neanderthal DNA
So how did modern man debut
Some speculate an alien race
Did Martians make their way to Earth
When the red planet’s oceans dried
Seeking their self-preservation
A sphinx left behind as a sign
When landing on our blue planet
Finding a climate not too torrid
Did alien knowledge play a role
In creating Egypt’s pyramid
How ancient men could lift such stones
Defies modern science theory
Might refugees from a dead planet
Hold clues to human ancestry
The Viking One photos from space
Created much speculation
The Cydonia region of Mars
Home to a baffling creation
But further exploration suggests
The sphinx is a natural formation
Coincidence, we’re told to believe
Is the proper explanation
Look at Viking One’s photograph
And tell me if you agree
That nature, not aliens, crafted
This awesome similarity
*Entry for PD's contest
When the Cro-Magnan’s sat down to eat their fare,
The master screamed, and went on a tear.
Grunting, ‘Woman you goofed,
Coz on this saber tooth,
I bit through one of your yard long gross hairs!’
She yelled, ‘That’s what you get when being fed,
After dragging me around by my head.
So enough is enough
And I’m getting tough.’
He quipped, ‘Yeah, just like the food on this spread.’
Although words from both of them sounded brave,
She truly thought of him as a low knave.
And he was amiss
Aiming for a kiss,
Coz on that night he slept out of the cave.
to quell the voices that
speak incessantly
about the negative
this must be a herculean lift
above the skull
so that the daily endeavors
become quiet and functional
unfortunately,
there are too many dumpdicks
who can't stand
to make it enjoyable
or easy for the rest of us
who try this
you may have a good day
internally
and
some shat eater
decides you look like a fun pounching bag
mentally
physically
then you're in the mix
of the blender you hate
only because
you want to move through to some
peace
in your life
despite accidentally being in their
cro-mag presence
cross fire
some asslick
wants to make your dream
never occur
so now you must deal...
why?
is it
the juxtaposition
that makes for afterthought
when action is required?
now what?
walk through
because one does peregrinate
through new mine fields
with bloody hands
and bad dreams
of the mind
if that's not all
that's given
this is why are we always thinking of love
and
different approaches
to existing
in this life...
we need help ...
new ideas are pure
pure lifts us