Best Crude Oil Poems
Was it illusion,was it a dream?
That Garden in moonlight , ink
Dark sky. A single cloud like a
Razor passing. Black tree stretched
High and it’s claws scratched the
The milky way.Rectangular pond
Black as crude oil deadly still, I
Kneel and gaze deep within; like
Narcissus enamoured and
Transformed. A door into
Summer opens, blinding light
And in one stroke, my Garden
Is no more.
POEM: ‘STOP DISCRIMINATION!’
By JAQUIN MOOGI MOKAYA
(July 7th 2018 8.57pm East African Time)
Group 1: Assertion Group 2: Response
1. Look at you! 1. Stop discrimination!
Torn dusty shoes Stop discrimination!
Always in old clothes A pure heart is all God requires
Same same hairstyle We’re all equal before God
You can’t be our friend We’re all God’s family
2. Look at you! 2.Stop discrimination!
Resembling monkeys Stop discrimination!
Dipped in crude oil We’re fearfully and wonderfully made
Mere stammers We’re all equal before God
You can’t join our team We’re all God’s family
3. Look at you! 3.Stop discrimination!
Poor as church mice Stop discrimination!
Always taking bread and water We’re happy with peace of mind
You can’t afford a balanced diet We’re all equal before God
You don’t belong to our class We’re all God’s family
4. Look at you! 4.Stop discrimination!
Mere nonentities Stop discrimination!
Primary school education Simon Peter and John
Is all you ever achieved Mere fishermen mightily used by Jesus
You can’t lead our church We’re all equal before God
You have nothing to tell us We’re all God’s family
Both groups
5. It’s very true! It’s very true!
God does not discriminate
We’re all created in God’s image
We’re all equal before God
We’re all God’s family
As the Marines push forward as if to shrug feigning indifference for the lives that have been taken to the god of which they believe to be unforgiving all they can do is push forward and move to their already known perilous fate and meet death face to face and dance with the devil and once this happens their mission has become complete because all you can do as a Marine is sweat Crude Oil And Bullets
A man once said Wars come and go but our soldiers are eternal
I am sitting at the Arizona Memorial,
which shows how far my scruples have gone.
I lived in Hawaii for years, and
could almost claim to be a kamaaina.
without the least inclination
to visit this memorial to war.
I look at the line up of people, a
new group every forty minutes, and
wonder at the numbers and differences
in races and genders and ages,
and the irony of a Japanese American
tour guide and think, Manzanar. Yet,
could this be cause for real optimism?
Is this just a job for him like the guides
at Gettysburg or Agincourt ?
Has time healed the wounds so soon?
Are events now so remote, so rapidly?
Who leads the tours at Buchenwald, and
Cherry Ridge?
I sit in the midst of tour group twelve,
the eleven-forty bunch,
and wonder what I will hear.
Will it be fair?
Will we hear of scrape metal and crude oil
as well as military factions, Tojo and the Diet?
Will we hear of honest people
on both sides
that try to avert a tragedy?
Will we hear of the millions
held in thrall
to the follies of a few?
This is where black breaks open into bright bleeding feeling
as souls suffer the fire of flesh to enter arena Earth screaming
searching the ether for Adam and Eve's answer to forbidden fever
while angels wear snake skins of war to remember the carnage of this theater
and demons adorn their horns with the rose thorns of newborns,
in the blue garden of aging Eden every breath has a burn, every flame forewarns
denuding knowledge of it's pretenses, unveiling appetites and their prices,
we begin to realize that the Great Mother is a killer as well as a provider for our vices
feeding us the fruits of fortune along with the fate of decay
building our bones, branding the brain, electrifying, crucifying and rectifying our clay,
she communicates, educates and fascinates with looks of lightning and sandy kisses
the Mistress of Lucifer and Christ, she supplies the wood, nails and rain for our wishes,
civilizations rage, rumble and crumble in the judgment of her storms
there's mud and rock for every foot of fury, a cave and castle for all who defy the norms,
in her imperial urn she will cremate your eyes in flames of crude oil
baptise hearts in pools of rose water filtered through eons of soul soil,
her gravity will grind you to the ground where grief grafts prayers from tears,
in the sanskrit of sunrises she will summon songs that give your love ears,
this cradle and cataclysm of her erratic elements is where hearts are born and buried,
Earth, a womb and tomb of ancient bloom, oasis in eternal space where life is carried -
J.A.B.
I know a country,
With three set of citizens,
The rich,
The well fed slaves,
And the hungry free people.
I know a country,
Where graduates are jobless with buried hopes,
In this country, so many lies told are believed to be the truth,
Religious intolerance and extremism causes discrimination,
And there is over dependence on crude oil than agriculture, education and youth empowerment.
I know a country,
Where corruption, favouritism, tribalism are never against the law.
In this country, the educated ones work for the illiterates.
The government spends money in fighting terrorism,
But can not really feed the poor masses they are protecting.
I know a country,
There, during the time of accountability,
The administrative office would be set ablaze,
The financial records would be erased,
Even mysterious animals do swallow millions of money,
And nobody will say anything.
I know a country,
Where the security agencies molest and kill her citizens more than diseases,
In this country, fundamental human rights are abused and neglected,
Election is never free and fair,
Underdevelopment and embezzlement of public fund is the order of the day.
This country might be my motherland!
But I'm not really sure.
Whatever God you believe in, he must be crazy,
Everywhere in the world there seems to be turmoil;
It seems to me that the Gods have gotten lazy.
In Canada, we have issues with our crude oil,
In the U.S. there are deadly tornadoes, storms;
Everywhere in the world there seems to be- turmoil.
The world nowadays is just full of prickly thorns,
The Gods must be crazy to allow all this to be;
In the U.S - there are deadly tornadoes, storms.
Shooting, stabbing, terrorist! Oh, can you not see,
Refugees of horrible wars are flooding countries;
The Gods must be crazy- to allow all this to be.
Coalition forces attack far off cities,
Global Warming- Canadian balmy winters;
Refugees! Of horrible wars are flooding countries;
Coalition forces- attack, far off cities,
Whatever God you believe in, he must be crazy;
Global Warming, Canadian balmy winters,
It seems to me that the Gods have gotten, lazy.
___________________________
December 25, 2015
Terzanelle
For the contest, The Gods Must be Crazy, sponsor, John Lawless
Fifth Place
What are these ancient creatures?
Which once dominated the earth
Left a mark which we will never forget
They came and saw during the Triassic era
And they continued their reign all through the Jurassic era
Before we starting spending pounds or dollars or Lira
230 million years ago
They dealt with the mammals of their time
With just one blow
And devoured other reptiles as well
Nice and slow
They ruled the seas and oceans almost completely
And they hunted for preys on land quite discreetly
Pterodactyls controlled the skies before the coming of jets and drones
And they communicated with their peers without the need of cellular phones
They lived through the ages for more than a hundred million years
And were the masters of lions and even big brown bears
Before the coming of *****sapiens
They roamed the sands
And conquered other animals in many distant lands
With its blade like teeth and an enormous jaw
Tyrannosaurus Rex was the largest carnivore they ever saw
But my favourite was the herbivore, Triceratops
He could repel an attack by the T- Rex until it stops
And had two horns on its fore head like the sign Taurus
With huge talons on its feet that looks like gladius
And the dumbest was the plant eating Brachiosaurus
With its long neck which made it look simply ludicrous
The dinosaurs prospered and flourished
And they were all over the place
They were man’s predecessors
And ushered in the human race
By design the dinosaur was no bird or reptile
But it may have comprise of the two
Because its spine stood erectile
Always looking for something to bite or chew
One day an asteroid came crashing down
And wiped them out
All the dinosaurs who used to live in our town
The proof of their reign
Lies deep in the soil
While their fossils remains
Their flesh became crude oil
Our lamb has finally flashed his mane.
Crashing through the Bush.
Into the Armageddon plane.
Tail twitching, slashing fangs.
He's going to liberate a people shrouded in our blood.
Clean up those weapons of mass destruction.
Make an oasis out of glass, an oasis theology.
That open palm has turned into a fist...on a dime...on a dollar.
Over the top of a barrel of sweet crude oil.
To prove you're not a ***** like those tea partiers think you are.
You're the lion president, feeding our enemies.
While our children go hungry.
It's been a long, hot summer.
Did you know our schools don't have air conditioning?
But I'm getting off topic....
Fruitless war
your biggest blunder...to date
leaky intelligence
trigger finger
eagle-eyed bombs
charring children
lamb to lion
on a dime
on a dollar.
Over the soul of a barrel of bittersweet crude...
Now I'm probably censored for speaking against your wishes.
I could give a $hit.
Let the truth clear your opaque transparencies...
The pinkies are laughing hysterically.
Tea party, anybody?
If you see father Ken Saro Wiwa
Tell him about me as a mouth to his songs,
Tell him that they have removed the meat
He gave to us and gave us grasses;
Dirty grasses to replace our milky meat,
We are not cows, then, why would they bring
grasses for us to chew in public ?
Our smokes are restricted from moving out,
Our kitchens have turned to oil wells,
Our mother's mortar taken far away land.
Tell Buchi Emecheta that we have no water
To drink even land to farm our crops now.
Our air is stinking with dark sticky viscous liquid.
They said it is a mixture of holy gases,
Its looks like liquid and solid hydrocarbons,
Impurities of surphur, nitrogen and oxygen!
The words coming out from their teeth suck.
Exploitation of our wings are done by the cows;
Beautiful cows in a beautiful dresses to suite.
The search for oil has killed many with Geologists.
They eat Naptha here and there with Kolas,
They wear paraffin oil as their bangles,
Petrochemicals are the eyes that loots their pride.
More funny cows are sitting on crude now,
More cows own more oil well than the goats.
When will the goats be given chance to speak?
If you see father Ken Saro Wiwa beyond,
Tell him that our creeks are baptised sinfully,
Our hands are tied behind us to keep shut.
If the going get tougher and rougher here,
If the sky visit us as promised with a new rain,
We will break out from this caged pleasure
To a place of rest looking at the rising half sun.
---- Another Voice stronger.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016
SHE'S MY CHOICE AND MY CROSS.
You told me beauty is merely skin deep
Wasn't that the reason I wooed her in the first place
Said it doesn't cook afang soup
I've not forgotten my way to mama put
You said she doesn't respect my mother
Excuse me don't make that sound like murder
Forget graduate Tinuke
I prefer beautiful unschooled Amanda
Even though she can't prepare amala
You said she's not intelligent
She does what I like and she's so efficient
Who said she's not sound
Have you heard her bedroom sound
She is not of classy source
But she's sassy and I dey enjoy her ponmo sauce
That she is mentally scanty is mere rumour
Even if she is, I enjoy the momentary humour
Who even needs that educated feminist
I have had enough troubles with chemistry
She can't speak fluently in the crowd
You need to see her in bed so succulent and loud
If you say she's crude and lousy
Excuse me sister , crude oil get value pass kerosene
Say my wife no go school
But she sabi hold spoon
Asking who will help my kids with their assignment
How that one take be your concernment
When we have kids we'll make arrangement
You dey tell me say I no get sense
Sister, you no dey see well go wear your contact lens
You claim she's using juju on me
But I'm enjoying the fufu she gives to me
You claim she's full of violence
You're wrong she doesn't just like pretence
Though she slapped me once in the open
It was because I burnt the food in the oven
That won't make our love to be broken
Now she's fat and won't hit the gym
It's OK Yoruba men don't like them slim
She's daft and can't stand a mental debate
Who even likes a wife that argues
If she ties wrapper round her chest
She doesn't want men to covet
If she was born of parents of colourful poverty
I've acquired the asset and the liability
Right now she's my sole property
Say all you want about her
She's my choice and my cross
(FM CONCEPTUAL ???)
As I land,
You hold my hand
As I fall,
You stand me tall
You opened my eyes
Removed my icecap of blindness
To expose my inner core
And showed me that I’m worth so much more
As I bend,
You mould
As I cry,
You show me the how and the why
About the apeman
That added one plus one
As I live and breathe, I evolved
His greatest gift to the world, is love
As I play,
You knelt to pray
As I itch,
You took a stick to teach
As I scratch my head in class
You stretch my mind like hot glass
The mystery of the life was made clear
A seed of knowledge planted where there was only fear
As I raise my hand to reach
You enrich,
As I reflect on your impact
You’re my retrospect
We waste as the greenhouse effect
We burn in crude oil as dinosaurs went extinct
And as mining coal is our goal
We mirror smoke and turmoil
Thank you,
Mnr. Hilary Ramokgopa
In America, I think that it's a shame,
that no one wants to take the blame,
for this newest deadly game.
In the mean time, crude oil pumps,
squirting out in huge sticky clumps.
Sandy beaches once bleached white,
filled with "goo" as black as night.
Please, can someone make this right.
Day after day there's more of the spill,
consuming our wild life, after the kill.
Beautiful Ocean, far and wide
in your depths, still mysteries hide.
On your waves, the poison will ride,
to lands that are far away and near,
spreading a murky death, I fear.
Weigh each decision that you make,
find a way to fix this hazardous break,
before we suffer for your mistake.
Too much time has already past,
they say two more months it will last.
Destruction to our Mother Earth,
taking away our right of birth,
throwing crude oil on our mirth.
This is a plea, that the people pray,
stop the spill, not tomorrow but today.
For Team Poetry Soup, Gulf Oil Spill contest
Crude oil drilling
Dark viscous liquid
Becomes valuable
When first distilled
Automobiles
Cause pollution
More dollars for firms.
CONTEST:"Shanzi" sponsored by Joann Grisetti
They said we are monkeys of the first order
that they found us grimpering from branch to branch-
they said they found us in our wildest state-
unredeemed and unrefined like crude oil.
They said we were but a primitive breed
No more important as the dirt beneath their feet.
Yet still, our land furnished their barn
Their very women run to our lands for tan-
They holiday here and have taken upon themselves
those very primitvities they had so decried-
They have come begging, to be among us
for their own lands have been defiled tenfold
By the lust of man after man
gross Lechery of woman after woman-
All, the decadence of their society.
Since they have defiled their lands
and made it a haven for the antichrist
They have run to our sweet land
with unfathomable plans in their hand.
Lord bless Africa.
By Gerald Nforche