Best Habitations Poems
The sun cries for us, its heat fades away
snowflakes sprinkle round its orbit, yet go unmelted
it feels like evening, but its yet noon
time never changes its pace but now runs from a rifle
daylight sadly pretends, just to soften night's mockery.
Blood has substituted the rains
death has defined our borders
humanity is rendered homeless
and politics, given the borrowed authority of a landlord.
Life is cheaper than wine
tribal dominance exhibited in a show glass
for love to become an expired product.
Unity is deprived of its oxygen
from a gang of beasts, spare headed by religion.
Genocide celebrated, killers protected
understanding and cooperation, required from the affected
silence and denial, demanded from the afflicted
marginalization defended and grievances rejected.
The edge of the cutlass strikes harder than racism
Indigenes in their own homes hit worse than xenophobia
hope is lost, drowned in the sea of Impunity
faith is locked up in a cage underneath evil's valley
decades of cries to the heavens
the tears flow down to meet more affliction.
The sun rises, but presents in dark red
setting hours later to the notice of no one
a people bounded on falsehood
a large home of smaller fenced habitations
as everyone needs protection from everyone
and where space becomes too small for the stars;
but when distinguished into different galaxies,
it beams brighter to be a better decoration.
An unbearable course too small for the river to flow
makes nature justify its split into tributaries.
Enemies can no longer be in one home,
so live and let's leave, or leave and let's live
is the only policy left for us all
and the survival anthem for this beautiful garden
no more suitable for community germination.
Ash - grey chemised
she shifts her shape
as silver flakes float coat
stripped naked places,
sheath curves and angled spaces
Angry glitter tingle stings
thick earth skin with prickly flames
and rumble rise regurgitates
shimmy - shake shudders
in magma's deep thrombosis.
Her feather boa plume
tightens hot cloud chokehold,
acrid smoke flung up in air
without a care, heat exhumes
her arrival, announced fiery flounce -
Hot air blast flicks ash everywhere
Grande dame, her vital force runs hot,
and bold, red and gold- full blooded flow,
feisty fight to escape fate,
inner pulses push a violent urge
to bleed and drape red lava's cape
across green fields, human habitations
Unplacated, rising up, proud impairment
anger virulent, out of hellbent
immolation via pyramidal vent.
She lifts her tiara, red ruby globs,
hurls evidence in defense - great blobs
of royal reign - no abdication!
Throaty roars rend intonation
into screeching supplications -
She knows full well, soon enough,
her phoenix fate infarction
Too late for earth's burst heart
High drama is a living, dying art
Impassioned pleas too late for some,
Earth's burnout buries victims in her wake
High on an island hill,
the boy lay crushed, and still
on temple altar, throat cut, bled out
Hurried offering, did not appease,
nor bring softening release
for angry, ancient mountain
Head caved in by falling blocks
of measured, square cut stone,
the priest grovelled on his knees
Gravel filled their mouths, no space for pleas
No one heard half- whispered final groans
And Earth, once she settled down,
murmured not another sound
Posted 17/08/2018.
A dry habitat where sailing boats were invented
and the paper, pens, keys and toothpaste.
Also where beer was a national currency
and the last dress standing is preserved.
This dwelling offers worship to more than a thousand deities
and cats’ funerals are honoured with the shave of the eyebrows
The most numbered Arab citizenry
possessing the globally most spanned river course.
Eye painting is practiced by both genders
for healing ability and a cover against the sun.
Even with the myth of mummification and the awe of Giza
It is certainly true that one of its habitations
Was found to be swallowed by the sea
Diminished Expectations
Everyone lives with a degree of frustrations
Although having backgrounds from different nations
Lives are destroyed by giving into temptations
As mates try rebuilding on broken foundations
Leaders lust for applause and standing ovations
While the common mans dreams are lost in translations
Children busy with visual fascinations
While parents practice their rehearsed simulations
Human predators love their killing sensations
As their victims lose their treasured habitations
And so we live with diminished expectations
Rejecting even logical explanations.
Sample for my 12 by 12 Monorhyme Contest
John Derek Hamilton
January 11,2017
The sky turned stygian grey, violent winds blew.
From above, tears of liquid grief poured down.
Flood waters rose, pressure got built under the soil.
The earth erupted with rocks and buildings,
Coming down with a deadening sound, not once
But thrice in the wee hours of the night.
After the day’s hard toil, those who lay down to sleep,
Were swept away without a moment’s notice.
Two populous villages with hundreds of houses,
And public buildings vanished out of sight in seconds!
A landslide of horrendous magnitude came,
Shrieking like a fiendish banshee....
Sweeping away habitations and the belongings.
In the place of lush green vegetation and towering trees,
Nothing remains but a heap of rocks, stones and debris.
Their voices are forever stilled, their dreams, shattered,
Those who survived the tragedy face the greatest trauma.
With sobbing hearts and a vacant stare, they search,
For the dear ones missing, a grief hard to bear.
The sight of pet dogs sniffing for their masters
Under the slush and debris is so heartrending!
***** ***** ***** ****** *****
After two days, the pouring rain stopped, the sky became clear
Now the earth lies in dreadful silence like a graveyard.
The rubble lies heaped where homes and buildings once stood
Help is pouring in from all quarters of the country.
The initial shock has begun to wear away as reality has set in.
The dreadful numbness gives way as grief takes hold
People sober up from the initial shock and get ready
To have a foothold, knowing well that long nights are ahead.
Reeling minds with no balance, now regain some equilibrium.
With cautious steps through the ruins, they plod with resilience.
The affected people and volunteers work in unity,
To regain what has been lost, though it is a herculean task,
To darn and repair the torn land to make it fit for living.
Man has an ability to sober up and emerge like phoenix,
From the pit of ashes, healing, mending and finding his way.
I am the hidden, the forbidden, and the lost link
Unto the creature called man?
The basic primal instinct, the raw inner fear,
That quivers within the interior nerve left exposed,
Do I exist, define existence if you so dare?
Habitations inherit divergence, I’m diversity’s
Maligned beast, living on the edge of extinction,
Wishing nothing more than to be left alone.
A child of the wilderness, I so cling to the hardened
Cliff’s roughest point of origin, survivals primitive,
Dangling in the winds of the lost, barely hanging
By mine own finger tips, begging for life,
Yet unable to speak on my own behalf.
Curiosities unseen visitor by night,
I’ll pull back the current of reality if pushed,
I’m the wounded animal screaming within
Humanities darkest nightmares,
Do I exist, reach out beyond your
Limitations comfort zone, and find out?
A creature dwelling within the shadow realm
Of reality, wood knockings echo, that rocks
The mountain tops by the illusions of the
Night moon.
Do I exist, does not a jackal feast beneath
The African eclipse, am I not made of flesh
And bone, come into my wild kingdom researcher,
Here your find the answers you so seek,
But if alive thy leave no promises do I so keep?
Once in fears caverns did our species hide,
Traveling only under the darkness of night.
Driven by the white demons whom didn’t
Understand that which was considered
Different, we became the hunted,
The outcasts, as they livid amongst
The rays of the sunlit world of light.
I am the hidden, the forbidden, and the lost link
Unto the creature called man?
The basic primal instinct, the raw inner fear,
That quivers within the interior nerve left exposed,
Do I exist, define existence if you so dare?
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
How full is the earth’s beauty!
And how I implore the lengthening
Of just a day; that I may bask in
That days brief eruptive flowering.'
Oh how a blemish, throws my senses reeling,
As I pulsate to the Hidden altercation,
'That holds' the core of my habitations 'way'
Eternity is of how long a span?
I know not hereof! 'yet in this
World I crave that longer day.'
Long as the scent of roses reaching,
Climbing up to a too brief climax.
In this climactic world of too brief days,
How I long to know of immortal extemporal
A sign of eternal promise to existence
Once 'pon a swirling..'
Marred in the making, you clay of Creation!
How I compare of the fleeting beauties?
Held it the grasp of a miss-formed pulsating sway
Beauty exists because of imperfect
A balance of imbalance's one may say.'
So, no existence is invalid; ugly is..'
Yet I embrace it for doth not existence validate the unseemly
And does not indeed beauty court decay!
©Joe Maverick 6-12-2013
Coming into the years of mortality--
The truth is,
I was never away, even though
The young think they live forever.
There is need for reflection,
For restitution,
But not in the vain last seconds
of life.
Too late,
Too late:
When the horn blast blows out the lamp,
And we are silenced
Like snowfall
Covering the crocuses.
There is a hiatus of short duration
For this mortal frame.
Beyond that lies the vast unknown.
In all honesty it is so--
But still there is denial, as in youth.
In that denial is hope,
our final refuge.
(Literal interpretations are the
habitations of small minds.)
Humans have long trespassed
and destroyed animal territories
Humans have poached
And selfishly encroached
upon animal habitats
cutting down trees to build
human habitations.
Now the tables have turned
Humans are quarantined in house arrest
while some lie sick in bedrest
So animals not usually seen are having a fields day
roaming upon roads, crossing the streets.
Reclaiming the once jungle lands,
that had been turned into concrete urban jungles.
It's better that busy humans now become photoholic
than forever queueing
in lines of heavy traffic.
Without human pollution,
nature is all the more photogenic
Mother nature all a creation of God
has now had many of us grounded
as she gives us a hiding
while we go into hiding.
Extraordinary turn of events indeed!!
In several countries round the world:
Discos and casinos vacated
Pubs and nightclubs evacuated
Bars shutdown for lockdown
People are behind bars instead of guzzling beer in bars
and instead of animals behind bars.
Humans compelled to hibernate
so animals busted their cell gate
Priorly animals were in an enclosure
Now they are getting free exposure
Self-centred humans cared mostly about themselves
but now the animal kingdom is the cynosure
Animals were shut in cages
and now human activity is under similar closure.
Ah, this corona crisis!
Is all this mercenary stasis
for humans a roasting nemesis?
A heavy price to pay for rapacious carelessness and arrogance
where humans acted like they are in control, like they
are controllers of this planet
and they could do anything they wish with it.
It's ignorance to think all this is mere coincidence.
Im relieved our Islamic prayers can be said any place, anywhere
to kneel and bow to the one true real sustainer of the universe.
We need to invoke and supplicate to the creator
who is still in control...
as prayer can really truly prevent fear and anxiety in such scary times.
"I suddenly realised that coincidence is a word we use when we are ignorant of the real causes." - Albert Salvadó
(I was impressed by the news story in which Kuwait had sent a special plane to Italy to specially evacuate their nationals from there when Italy was heavily stricken with the corona virus)
They conquered land before habitations --
Viridiplantae or, simply, plantae.
It was swell: Oxygen fungitations.
Until arthropods assumed their stations
(Or, perhaps, eight-legged crustaceans).
They conquered land before habitations --
Those rude, plated pests swarmed the green nations:
An ever eating, egg laying mess -- still,
It was swell: Oxygen fungitations.
Old root fauna demanded cessations;
And, therein, they devised a cunning skill:
They conquered land before habitations --
Placate those fleshy abominations
With sexy flowers and sweet nectar treats.
It was swell: Oxygen fungitations.
The bugs went wild with mushroom gyrations --
Until the Vegans collected their eats....
They conquered land before habitations --
It was swell: Oxygen fungitations.
I am the hidden, the forbidden, and the lost link
Unto the creature called man?
The basic primal instinct, the raw inner fear,
That quivers within the interior nerve left exposed,
Do I exist, define existence if you so dare?
Habitations inherit divergence, I’m diversity’s
Maligned beast, living on the edge of extinction,
Wishing nothing more than to be left alone.
A child of the wilderness, I so cling to the hardened
Cliff’s roughest point of origin, survivals primitive,
Dangling in the winds of the lost, barely hanging
By mine own finger tips, begging for life,
Yet unable to speak on my own behalf.
Curiosities unseen visitor by night,
I’ll pull back the current of reality if pushed,
I’m the wounded animal screaming within
Humanities darkest nightmares,
Do I exist, reach out beyond your
Limitations comfort zone, and find out?
A creature dwelling within the shadow realm
Of reality, wood knockings echo, that rocks
The mountain tops by the illusions of the
Night moon.
Do I exist, does not a jackal feast beneath
The African eclipse, am I not made of flesh
And bone, come into my wild kingdom researcher,
Here your find the answers you so seek,
But if alive thy leave no promises do I so keep?
Once in fears caverns did our species hide,
Traveling only under the darkness of night.
Driven by the white demons whom didn’t
Understand that which was considered
Different, we became the hunted,
The outcasts, as they livid amongst
The rays of the sunlit world of light.
I am the hidden, the forbidden, and the lost link
Unto the creature called man?
The basic primal instinct, the raw inner fear,
That quivers within the interior nerve left exposed,
Do I exist, define existence if you so dare?
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Deep uninterrupted meditations
Thoughts and imaginations going way deep
Through galaxies and celestial habitations
Failing to make the slightest of sounds as they creep
Seeking acquaintance with an omniscient being
An unprecedented level of closeness
With a Father never seen
And a Creator of unthinkable mysteries
Galactic Revelation
Galactic ecstatic
Astronomy fanatic
Telescopic seekers
ET creatures
Future destinations
Human habitations
Searching affinity
Beyond infinity
Universal equation
Life’s revelation
Pride of the nations is he who considers
All peoples of the world as sisters and brothers;
Keeps always ready to help the poor and weak;
Illuminates their lives, regardless of Latin or Greek;
Sacrifices for them, and for their welfare stands;
Tries all his means to save them and holds their hands
And lets not the flood of tears occupy their land,
Nor lets it turn the habitations of their hopes into sand!!!
REMEMBER.
Remember
Poetry is the blood of your visions
It rips you apart against
The torrid consolidations of mundane
Strengths elongated in the retinues
Sparked for uncertain verses in trials.
It wants huge skies to fly
It wants ruined castles for your dreams
Vast open spaces for its habitations
Wilder faces and unknown stipends
And the spirit of beauty for
Its hearty congealments.
Open up the worlds for incantations
The barbarous that do not hold
Shipwrecks of your flesh
Sinking downwards
Pleads of the familiar
In an unfamiliar word
Silenced petals and anguished flowers.
It flies to faraway lands
It reaches molten cores of earth
It dances on raindrops of hope
It talks with dry ghosts
In the scorched summers
It accepts the cindered fragments
Forms frolicking in the liquid sea
Or shadows dipped in nothingness.
Durlabh Singh.