Best Humankind Poems
Humankind
8/9/2023
How oft’ have you been told, to not
rock the boat!
Just go along as an obedient, mute
billy goat.
Just chew on the green, fresh, cud,
Or smile always , be it in rain or in
thick mud.
This may be peachy keen for goats
you see.
But we are special, we are humanity.
When our brothers freedom and rights
are being stolen.
We must stand as one, for tis the God of
the Universe to which we are beholden!
The Meaning Of Humankind
Forever people look for a complicated word
Years, decades and centuries they search
One sad word that gives meaning to humankind
Poets have written pages looking for the word
Singers sing their songs trying to find just the right word
Writers tell stories about the search for the word
Not one poem, song or story can find the perfect word
The perfect combination of letters and sounds
No one can find the one word that describes humankind
The perfect word is there right before them
It has been for all the history of the spoken language
In Greek, Latin, English or Aramaic or Chinese it has one meaning
Five letters, three syllables work together to giving meaning to humankind
The word the poets, singers and writers have been searching for
That word is simply alive
A sad word because it always has a final moment, a moment of loss
Yet, a happy word because while we are alive
We live, we love, we learn and we experience life and who we are
Sad or happy “alive” is the meaning of humankind
Thank the gods for the happy moments yet do not fear the sad ones
For that it life
That is the meaning of being alive
Literature was pursued
by the greatest individuals who ever lived,
and they left us works of unsurpassable wisdom;
human emotions have always been the same,
and this can't attest to the fact that they will not change anytime soon,
but the freer we are, the further we go up in our balloon.
The richest heritage of Humankind
is found in the written word, which is heard often and not really understood;
where would we be today without the plays and sonnets of Shakespeare that were quite sad,
or Dante's famous canto, not excluding superb works by modern writers?...
During the dark ages, monks translated books from Greek and Latin into common languages;
as the barbarians destroyed everything found in their path, civilization did not end.
Tragedies of famous people attracted the lucrative minds of poets who had heard of them,
thus embellishing them with their vivid imagination and present actual facts...I follow in
their poetic footsteps, writing down stories that have recently happened, or occurred
before I was born; and with ideas as interesting as theirs, I continue in that tradition
without envying their unaging expressions and distinguished style, but by aggrandizing them.
Literature has finally found its merited place in History, unlikely a hundred years ago,
more people are voraciously reading, and keeping the writers busy by admiring
their sensational works, making comments of encouragement to boost up their optimism;
and to theaters they go and spent an entire night to listen to drama and satire...to scoff,
laugh, or cry when emotions intensify by the sconces of the electric lights; and cheering,
they applaud the richest heritage of Humankind on stage, and are captivated by its scenario.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Credo on the Dignity of Humankind
My task is
to live
to love
to die like that.
Hallelujah!
It is enough.
~
The diabolical face of humankind
might as well be that of the shark-looking grook
with a very large mouth and an extraterrestrial look;
he reads the thick magic spell books of wizards
trying to learn every imaginable trick and go wild...
turning helpless humans into lizards!
Written on 2/ 15/ 2016
Pray, do you know what I do mean
When respectful I do wish you seen
Do you care for humanity
Do you care by showing respect
For all that does be imperfect
Do you have this humility
Pray, do you know what I do mean
When respectful I do wish you seen
Arrogance fills up every nook
Deviance follows it by hook
Do you care for humanity
Do you have this humility
Pray, do you know what I do mean
When respectful I do wish you seen
upon this black couple mountain
I sat and watched though like Jonah, bereaved
Mankind in travail like a fierce
Pregnant woman in the feeble street
THings grumbled and fall apart
Humankind deserted amidst tears and pains
"O heaven" i wailed
"Wail not, its their cause" the spirit said
"When shall this end" i asked the spirit confused
"Until the messiah comes" the spirit said again
I continued watching like the king in the days
Of Samson in the pretty house before it was damaged
Mankind were beaten like the Israelite of old in Egypt
My tears failed to come down again from my eyes
I begged him thousand times to come but it declined
My emotions became my father in the noon
" when shall mankind be free from suffering?"
I asked again but there was no answer to me.
#HUMANKIND...KINDNESS*
I saw a video of a Distressed MAN, standing solo with his FINAL PLAN, contemplation on that Ledge, it was Clear He'd Lost His Edge...
It was a Painful Sight to Watch, when Concluded No One Gives A Damn! Yet, Lo and Behold...People SHOWED Up and SHOUTED Out...WE LOVE YOU AND WE GIVE A DAMN!!!
They SHOWED* in their SIGNAGE* of LOVE for this HUMAN BEING...
They SHOUTED at their LOUDEST that They weren't there just for the SEEING ...
They SUCCEEDED and EXCEEDED when this Person
NEEDED LOVE and COMPASSION...
SUICIDE* KILLS THE SOUL...
STRANGERS THERE TO PREVENT* THIS GOAL...SPECTATORS, THEY CERTAINLY WERE NOT! ! ! ! !
As They SCREAMED, As They SHOUTED...
"WE'RE HERE FOR YOU, AND DON'T TAKE THIS ROUTE* YOU MATTER!!! YOU MATTER TO ME!!!"
I PRAY AS THE POLICE ESCORTED HIM DOWN THAT IN HIS HEART...
{A NEW START}
THERE LIED A TURNAROUND KNOWING PEOPLE SHOWED UP AND SHOWED OUT FOR HIM...{THAT PART}
BEFORE, A POTENTIAL LAST MOMENT, SIGH, OR BREATH...
"HE THOUGHT, THERE WAS NOTHING LEFT!"
MAY AFTERWARDS...
HE FEELS THE GRAVITY* OF THAT DEPTH!
As I Wept, I thought,
"See What LOVE and KINDNESS Can Do!!!!"
With All My Heart, I Pray That THEY...
"LOOK, TOMORROW IS A *N E W* DAY...
GOT THROUGH~~~~~!"
©Renee Denise Gross {GHPPR} 12/17/2017#
Is there a stellar orb that’s last,
beyond beyonds of cosmic vast?
I can’t imagine such a thing,
no matter where my thoughts take wing,
for always there would be one more
at least, if not an endless store.
Yet let my flight of fancy soar,
through door beyond the furthest door
and plumb the muses’ reservoir
where heavens’ portals are ajar
by searching yon the farthest star
to where celestial dreamers are
with everlasting repertoire.
Oh I would wave a wishing wand
o’er stars beyond the last beyond,
and sail the seas of welkin’s realm
undaunted by the waves that whelm
with vision to perceive unseens
beyond illusion’s shrouding screens.
~ Harley White
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This was newly written for a poetry contest on All Poetry with the same name as my poem's title…
Upon our stage we romp and rage
in Goldilocks’s golden cage
amongst colossal cosmic crowd
with spark of liveliness endowed
of pomp and circumstantial fate,
whose worth we underestimate,
in constant discontentment caught
‘and sicklied o’er in cast of thought
so enterprises turn awry’,
with not an inkling as to why.
Oh actors in this earthly scene,
what do your frantic antics mean?
‘The heartaches and the thousand shocks
that flesh is heir to’ come in flocks,
while nature tenders wherewithal
if we but list her earnest call
in lieu of inner outer din
that sends the senses in a spin.
Our little lives today may throng
‘this insubstantial pageant’ long
(to borrow varied Shakespeare tropes),
where humans share despair and hopes
on greater globe of bonny blue—
oh rarest planetary hue!
And yet when all ‘our revels end’
this world will leave a stardust blend
behind, ‘to still a beating mind’
of poet bards midst humankind,
a ‘rack’, or wisp of cloud, as told
in Prospero’s discourse of old;
for sun shall take its final breaths,
as dramatized in stellar deaths,
to be a nebula newborn
celestial heavens to adorn
in evermore creation’s dawn—
yea ‘such stuff as dreams are made on’…
~ Harley White
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Some sources of inspiration were the following…
William Shakespeare (1564-1616) ~ From ‘The Tempest’, Act 4 Scene 1…
William Shakespeare’s play ‘Hamlet’, Act 3, Scene 1…
Give me a quite room with a pen and book
Let me tie my shoes and reminisce about old school,
Underneath these massive rocks of my mountainous youth
Let me unleash the hidden truth.
What will come after modified food?
Let me meet the man behind the essence of this rule,
In those mountains serving as mirrors
To see those wonderful creatures living outside our loop.
We cry not for those who had to choose.
Give me the higher purpose in these lanes
To reveal those hidden names.
What about the edited books?
With thousands of words omitted
Dozens of pages missing, facts that were never quoted
And the summary of twisted words
From those distorted hearts and souls.
We are divided by neighborhoods and classified like stooks.
Centuries of homicides, genocides
And piles of dead bodies lying by the valley side,
Out of all animals we are on top of the food pyramid
We decide who live or die as our extinction approaches quick.
Few fear the words they remember when they are pissed.
Time has become enigmatic
In cellular mobile phone.
Whether humankind will retreat?
Kaa . Na . Kalyanasundaram.
Independent laws, moral tune
Reserve applause, infernal loom
Creator clause, fatal monsoon
Turn tables above, summer bloom
Floweth love, beguiling June
Flying dove, impeccable croon
Abundant crime, seasonal doom
Existential times, big ‘to-do’
Blunt shaped line, resulting kaboom
Sometimes with neither rhyme nor reason
We chew insanity and regurgitate vanity
Ensnaring our souls in a pesky prison
Where we trap humanity in an insidious inanity
With a passion so overwhelming
We galumph in an empty triumph
From which we emerge screaming and squirming
When horrors and terrors galumph
Daring us to shout a victory we haven't won
Tame tails between our legs
Our pride and self esteem undone
When the goose that once produced golden eggs
Rebels
Demanding payment for the air we breathe
In soporific cells
Where our emotions seethe
Despite shrinking in span
Their wings clipped
Their bloodshot eyes wan
With sleep ripped
Apart by angels of morals
Who campaign for reform
In the way we treat ruminants, rodents and squirrels
Stealing space from the home
Where with no iota of shame we encroach to build siren shaped skyscrapers
Cajoling our delight
As our latest ecosystem scandals hit headlines in newspapers
In which we explore and expose the blight our puny fight
To survive
Hounded and hunted down by horrors unleashed from dented laboratories
Where our survival guaranteed we drive
Manufacturing biological weapons of mass destruction in our demented factories.
Angel, tell me about humankind
Not a lie I expect to hear from you
Gift of mind urges me to die for truth
Ear that loves to hear and nurse lies
Lies and slumbers in the plain of lies
Tell me one truth from these rails of lies
Every man I hear, is a bundle of flesh
Lying mouth tells me man is a tree
Living and surviving on walls of the earth
Men of robes tell me humankind is spirit
Every action or inaction ruled by Super Spirit
Academicians and Scientists of all colors
Bang tables and shout saying man is an Ape
Overdrafts, blank checks dollar-men give me
Universe is for pleasure- dollar-men claim
Trillions of beads on abacus human life is
Humans are fallen angels in the universe
Under blind power, they act as rebels
Man is dust, came from mud, lives as wet dirt
Action driver is a dark power without him
Non-action driver is impotent power without him
Keeping man in glory is bright power without him
In other cases humankind is an empty suitcase
Nice looking, swollen with big issues yet
Dearest to him is lone survival instinct!