Best Domesticate Poems
"I would rather be on a leaky ship that is mine, than aboard a more seaworthy vessel going where I don't wish it to go"—Poet's alter ego
Yes, I know what I’m doing
I’m the master of my fate
The captain of the sinking ship
Seeking harbor in ports whether safe or rocky
With gusto I plow through uncharted frontiers
Why do I do these things to myself? you ask
Perhaps I’m a rebel in search of what's unbeknownst
to me, in search of virgin long lost horizons pristine
Horizons others deem unreachable
I’m bold, brash and yeah sassy, brassy
And irrepressible! You can’t love me you see,
I’m a Lonewolf, and it's quite fine, to be…
Untamed as the wild northern wind
Sweeping the prairies with a gusting woman’s surge
Nature's raw elements try in vain to halt my advances
But I laugh and mock at Mother's efforts
Although I’m tossed and torn
In the grips of Her relentless tempests,
Her storms of fury suppressing, oppressing
Her stern and staid demands to obey, tame and domesticate
You may say I’m the constructor of my own chaos
A free-spirit, challenging myself
My integrity intact, place not your pity on me
Respect is my hallmark and independence,
my calling.
Categories:
domesticate, angst, character, crazy,
Form:
Free verse
Mommy is a neighborhood feline stray.
She has two 5 week old kittens. I feed them all everyday.
Mommy had more to her litter, but a roaming male stray
slaughtered most of them, but these two miraculously escaped.
Believing that she had lost all of her offspring,
Mommy immediately went into heat again
and was impregnated by her roaming male companion
who moments earlier had killed most of her children.
Her maternal instinct is now geared towards her unborn offspring.
As for her two surviving kittens? She has abandoned them.
These poor kittens will not survive and most likely die suffering,
but not on my watch. I'm rescuing them.
It is we who decided to domesticate them.
We made them and so in essence, they are our children
and we should all share our responsibility
for making the lives of our children just a little more easy.
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Soon there will be two more additions to my foster family.
This added responsibility I do not need,
but I do so out of love unconditionally.
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Categories:
domesticate, animal, family,
Form:
Rhyme
Tom said to his kitten: Don't hunt! It's hard work!
Leave hunting to others and don't be a burk
Watch me and heed me and later admire
We'll slink to the future - a far distant fire
There sat some bald apes - one cooking some meat
Fur clad and thick bearded and great hairy feet
Tom stares at the bald apes - wide eyed and miaows
They throw him a meat scrap - the kit just says "wow"
Did I just see that? Blind luck or a trick?
Why did they feed you? They must be so thick?
Tom cat said just listen. I have a great plan
We'll domesticate bald apes to better catkind
We'll make them build wheat farms then store all the grain
To attract vermin rodents - our staple buffet
Breed bovine and ovine to fill up our bowl
Carved wood then ceramic then hand made with gold
From stone tools to bronze craft to iron we lead
The wheel and the ploughshare makes sure that we feed
Mud huts to brick houses to keep us bone dry
Wood fires, coal boilers - to cold say goodbye
We'll make them cat worship - a pyramid scheme
Then reinvent printing - cat posters supreme
Electrics and TVs and PCs - the net
Cat websites and movies on YouTube - no sweat
Then rockets and spacecraft to aim for the stars
But somewhere warm thank you - it's real cold on Mars
They might have big brains but what's better than clever
Is ruling the clever - forever and ever
And when we are settled in their mortgaged homes
With sofas and cushions and beds for our thrones
And though we are fed, we'll go back to our roots
And stare at them wide eyed - miaow to be cute
Entry for "the love of kittens" contest
7th January 2017
Categories:
domesticate, animal, cat, fun, funny,
Form:
Verse
I once had a cat, who was born in a barn
on a farm down the road, not far away
Hunting for mice, she was a tigress, unleashed
She would put on a frantic display!
The longer we had her, we knew she was trouble
She would go after chickens, she could pounce like the dickens!
She chased our old hound-dog, who only wanted a friend
Became like a know-it all, who wouldn't amend!
She was simply a threat who could be such a brat
and she thought of herself as........... "Super-cat!"
My intentions were genuine, quite deep with affection…
I had just seen a movie, about a man with the gift
He would whisper to horses…and turn them to bliss
Well, of course I can do this! Control feral hisses ?!!
I would whisper so softly,…. and teach soon her to love me
Domesticate nature, if only to catch her!
She was not for the weak, or the meek faint of heart
She would pick and choose,… who would win, who would lose!
A limb, an eye, or a piece of her mind, was a stab from the start!
No treasure was she, nor the privileged displeasure of her company!
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Revised for Contest: Animal Antics
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
9/14/16
Categories:
domesticate, cat, pets,
Form:
Free verse
She would,intimidated at the hubbub of the spoon
Tapping the dishes at meal times,
Strive to elbow her way through the kitchen egress
Otherwise mount the window and the netting abrade
Exasperated my wife would with her broom
Endeavour to chase away but not to avail
While her cohorts would just the scene descry
Fathoming they would actually avail from her mutiny
For soon she would recommence her conquest
Seek instead to bargain a consensus
Impel my spouse who would capitulate
To dish them something out to domesticate their appetency
Later on my way home after dawn
I chanced upon her lying almost inert
For our neighbour who was less compromising and bigoted
As she has so many times partaken of his poultry
Cautioned us of his imminent reprisals
Got hold of his shotgun and terminated the poor thing
I essayed my best to succor her bleeding wound
But reaped only a feeble meow and almost a beam
She indubitably set her heart on begging pardon
For the pestering at any meal congregation
For the unsolicited guests she summoned
When on the pull and the vigorous confrontation
They would ensue in our garden and near our aching pillows
Then departed letting my pet-worshipping,grief-stricken family
Organize her funeral and allot her a decent burial in the garden
Where she buried her poops and messed the vegetations
Above all the flowers I per diem dampen.
Categories:
domesticate, animal,
Form:
Free verse
Founder upon ideals, resist the inevitable
Drink to cheer, not to drown
Along comes resistance to show me the way
Break me down and hand me the mirror
One may disagree with a foundation built on history
But to rebuild, you must carefully renovate...piece by piece
If Rome was not built in a day, how can one demolish it without care?
Masterpieces take time, if they are respectfully in view
Change is the hardest thing, if one is built of stone
To overcome the trauma, they must be weakened, but secure
Drugs consume my breath, rendering me without care
Offenses are high and sharp is the tongue
With no device to save me, I rely on pure faith to do so
Tearing at my emotions, I quiver without rehabilitation
Addicted to security, I venture out on my own
Wild at heart, with many trying to tame
I am therefore, intoxicated, never to domesticate
The pressure builds almost daily, the need for it still exists
But temperaments can not be subdued, just out of pure spite
I listen to the rhythm carefully, to elude what's always been wronged.
Categories:
domesticate, lifeme, me, drug,
Form:
The Fresco Says It All!
From the mountain,
From the forest,
From the river,
From the wild,
We came.
Naked.
Not tamed
In their eyes.
Depicted by cathedral fresco
At Mission BC
Our faces are empty
In their eyes.
No clothes,
No nose,
No eyes,
No ears,
No mouth,
No expression,
No emotions.
No individuals.
We were the faceless
In their eyes
Before the Black Robes
Came.
In their eyes
Were we
Barren pewter plates?
Empty jugs?
Blank paper to write on?
Creatures to domesticate?
To tame?
In their eyes
Were we cyphers
In a ledger?
Were we souls
In a cash register
For deposit in Rome?
In their eyes did they see
'Chum' salmon
Heading home to die
In God?
As seen in their fresco
As seen by their eyes,
Out from the watery wilderness
The first of us converted,
Got a colourless face and shoulders.
The second to convert
Got copper coloured skin,
Got face legs and arms,
And from Rome a number,
To mark a soul as saved,
As the numbers as blessings
Were tallied in a roster
At St Peters.
At first,
We resisted conversion
Until small pox struck our village.
An invasive species like the Europeans.
It brought fatigue, then death after
Rashes, lesions and pus-filled scabs.
As loved ones were perishing
In the fever of the plaque,
We were promised
Life after death
With our elders
In a beautiful heaven.
As seven out of ten
Of our people died
We were saved.
We were promised salvation
And residential schools
For our children.
We have survived it all
As a people.
But we are still living
with the scars
Not of small pox
But from our saving.
This was no miracle.
Categories:
domesticate, endurance, feelings, grief, heartbreak,
Form:
Free verse
she chooses to begin
where ever the nearest end of the road bends
she chooses to share an identical heartbreak
for pains he painted
she cannot mend
she chooses to see no other men
her fiery red eyes
love now disgusting to her
but in her he is deep within
growing pains
nightmares
moans and aches
the road leads to open sea
a place where introverts roam
free
she and he may never be
so disturbing
these two distant lovers
destined to be
traveling carefully
carelessly
ambitiously
aimlessly
defining and defending
some new definition or new dimension of love
doves soar high above this open sea
where last and sudden embraces were shared
she and he may be no where
but love
the blossoming of intimacy and friendship
the busts and bursts of insanity and fear
the world blows winds of life
and life experiences new world leaders
leaders that warned them
of the end
and even still
she chooses to begin
again
and with him
to domesticate and civilize
the brave new world
a new old world
with him
Categories:
domesticate, adventure,
Form:
Free verse
What is wrong with the people
Today?
A bunch of dumb people are leading
The way.
Seeks ATTENTION,
You find ABUSE.
If you hang,
Hang loose.
Lacking BACKBONE,
Loud and BOASTFUL.
Mass shooting sprees,
They go postal.
They can’t CAPTIVATE,
They CAPTURE.
Stuck on the same page,
No new CHAPTER.
DIFFERENT is not the same as
DIFFICULT.
Aiming for change,
Get the same result.
It is better to EDUCATE,
Then to ESTIMATE.
No more wild child,
Domesticate.
Try Being FRIENDLY,
No FURY.
Patience is the key,
Don’t act PREMATURELY.
GIVE more,
Less GREEDY.
Take care of self,
Less needy.
HEAL don’t
HATE.
Be selective when choosing
A mate.
INFLUENCE without
INSULT.
It is not age that makes
You an adult.
Be JOYFUL,
Forget JEALOUS.
Relax don’t be
Rebellious.
Show KINDNESS,
Don’t KILL.
It takes time to hone your
Skill.
More time LEARNING,
LESS LECTURE.
Leave the drama,
Bring pleasure.
MORE MENTALITY,
Less MACHINE.
Cut out,
If it’s not your scene.
Try to NEGOTIATE,
Cap your NERVES.
will happen,
Crap will occur.
OBSERVE don’t
OPPOSE.
That door is
Closed.
More PASSION,
Less PAIN.
Work harder,
Don’t complain.
Seeking QUALITY,
Less QUANTITY.
Side-step tragedy,
Enjoy the comedy.
REPAIR before you
REPLACE.
Is it the kill or the
Chase.
To SAVE means
SACRIFICE.
You must suffer on way
To paradise.
Better to TREAT,
THEN TRICK.
Take your time,
Not so quick.
Choose the UNDERDOG,
Avoid the UNABLE.
Diversity instead of
Racial.
VALUE before
VARIETY.
Things clear up with
Sobriety.
Be WILLING,
Less WORRY.
Slow ride,
No hurry.
Don’t XANAX to
XTREME.
BOLO for a snake
Or a scheme.
Better to say YES,
Than not YET.
Recognize an incoming
Threat.
Be ZANY and ZOOM with
ZEAL.
Just saying,
Keeping it real.
Turbo1904
Categories:
domesticate, social,
Form:
Rhyme
I did it again
And look, what I did gain
What class did I attain?
I have soiled my heart with pain
Tied my freedom with so strong a chain
And above all made you cry
Rosina dear, don’t cry
Forgive me and let me try
Let me wipe your tears dry
Remove this make up I apply
And be the man you deserve
And never make you cry again
I know I lie and cheat
A tragedy I have tried to defeat
And ended up in more heat
Every day it is always a repeat
If leaving it is a shame, then let be it
I can’t hurt you again
Rosina, hold me in your arms
Discipline me with your charms
Just like a child playing with germs
Cain me with love that little harms
Domesticate me and let me be yours
Rosina please, don’t leave
It will add to my grieve
And a torture to my believe
That one day I will change and give
The much love you have given me
I love you Rosina
Categories:
domesticate, forgiveness,
Form:
Free verse
Those days.....
When men didn't attempt to cage the lion,
Domesticate the cobra or try to play god
Those days when men didn't dog breed, cat breed,
Moon walk or day dream
Nature wouldn't bark so violently
With climate change, earth quakes and Tsunamis
Those days when men knew the value of palmwine, kola nut,
Utaba and it's efficacy...the insidious aroma
Of smoked yam, dipped in palm oil, pepper and salt, rattled
Our air pipe under the comfortable thatch
Of raffia palm and Bamboo sticks;
Chop sticks were alien to us
Those days.....
When a hunter would not dare return home
Empty handed for fear of being labelled efulefu
Those days when loin cloth wrapped around our sacred neck;
Gray hair, bald head, and silver stricken beard
Oozed wisdom, knowledge and understanding
Those days.....
Categories:
domesticate, africa, appreciation, art, beauty,
Form:
Prose Poetry
A farmer caught two locusts
before roasting they cried out
“Spare us, farmer. Let’s agree
our mandibles are hoes
we shall dig your gardens
but allow us to eat all weeds
our abdomen are tanks of oil
domesticate us, live with us
cooking oil you will get free
smearing oil is there for you
only do not touch wings, legs
we shall sing, dance for you.”
The farmer was thrilled
Sang beautiful joyful songs
“I shall be happy forever
All riches are at my door
my friends locusts , a rare gift
free labor, free oil, free music
neighbors come to feast!”
But whenever locusts sang
and vibrated their limbs
generations of locusts flew in
annoyed, worried, tortured,
he ate, burned, crashed in vain
crops were eaten and locusts
inherited his farm forever.
Categories:
domesticate, allegory, fairy, fate, history,
Form:
Epic
Not too long ago,
humans were hunter-gatherers living in caves.
And along with the Neanderthals,
we figured out how to create fire.
But unlike them, we also learned how to sow crops,
domesticate animals, and construct shelters.
That edge allowed us to survive.
We developed language and writing
and invented tools that built cities and empires.
But we were not without fault,
for we condoned slavery and the slaughter of the innocent.
Both brutal and territorial,
we perfected genocide through the scourge of war.
And yet, we persevered despite our flaws,
driven by intelligence and cunning.
We've made some progress towards accepting
each other's differences:
but we're not there yet.
We've learned to harness electricity,
achieve flight, and split the atom.
We even landed on the moon
and sent rovers to Mars.
Today, our planet is internet-connected
so that all of Man's accumulated knowledge
is as close as the phone in our hands.
We are an incredible species;
I can only guess what tomorrow will bring.
For we will continue to climb technology's ladder;
placing limitless possibilities
within everyone's reach.
Categories:
domesticate, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Though we live in "high society"
You may not see real things in your blinded sobriety;
Subliminal messages are all around us
Out of the box thinkers are ones who found us.
Life should be all about morals an beloved things that are true;
The blindfold around our minds grew and grew
They make fake theory's claiming that they knew yet
such uh fake world around us is what they drew while only
A certain few in soul depths always new then began such chapter as;
start to realize
And if thou cling on to that real atmospheric actuality they grow wise.
There's really no such thing as republican or democrat more so round uh bout
chickin scratch an public motivation such as "Really man, ya probably can" and constant "can't" an "why not
spread hate? maybe not to-late just begun to domesticate."
Its only made to divide us and that's a fact.
One day the wise will prepare for combat
And give the government something unbelievable to look at
A mass army of the awakened realist
Against a blindfolded society of theorist
Nowadays fitting in with society is the trend
You're stuck behind you're blindfold trying to blend
Thinking what is right in front of your face is only uh noon friend.
You live every day without tying off loose ends
And when some think about it they start to transcend
Others stay on their side playing a dangerous game of pretend;
Covered thoughts plea your week uncovered by the "weekend"
I know for some this might be to absolutely almost oblivious an so much to comprehend
But no matter how much evil
Good always wins in the end.
Categories:
domesticate, absence, adventure, allusion, angel,
Form:
Other
The Odd Narrative
Steamed up window my finger I paint a landscape,
Mountain, forest and a lake; the peak cries into
the lake it becomes a vast ocean,
where trees, are made into wooden rafts floats.
Midmorning, there is only an outline left of the crest,
this will happen to Himalaya,
it will be a grassland on a plateau, where horses gallop,
flying mane and all that,
since man won’t be there to domesticate and make them
drag bunk beds and kitchen stoves around the pampas.
The rest of the world will have sunk into a big sea that is so still
it spends all its time mirroring the blue sky thinking it’s seeing
is so deeply in love with the image,
that doesn’t notice the man in a rowing boat; he’s one time forgot,
he has married a big fish
which he thinks is a mermaid, every so often he puts his hand in
the sea and strokes the fish’s belly: “without you,” he murmurs
“I would truly be alone.”
Categories:
domesticate, april, august, autumn,
Form:
Blank verse