Best Humanoids Poems
Living near the Lumni Indians
In our own Puget Sound
Is a family of humanoids.
Few folks know they’re around.
They come down from nearby mountains
To escape the winter snow
To where grass and game is available
In the valleys down below.
When the children should speak of them,
Their Indian elders tell them, “Hush!
They’re not safe around outsiders.
You all know what they did to us.”
They have relatives with different names
In exotic far off places.
The Sasquatch creatures are our own,
Though few have seen their faces.
Known as Bigfoot in our local myth,
(though many claim him real)
You’ll not find him in the circus
His wild mystery to reveal.
Supposedly he’s been here long
Before the white men came.
He made friends with Native Americans
Who consider him quite tame.
He walks as upright as any man
And is claimed extremely tall.
He’s covered in hair from head to toe,
Starting in the early fall.
They say that in the summer time
He’s as bare as you and me.
He walks boldly in the nudist camps
For everyone to see.
Joyce Johnson
As a child,
I always imagined God
being so far away in the sky, caressing his long, white beard.
I imagined Him
sometimes looking at the stars,
forgetting to focus on His most important creation: Earth.
I wondered if His absent-mindedness caused all the troubles we have
in the world today.
I imagined demons watching the diversion of His eyes very keenly….
My grandmother then told me:
“Clouds have very keen ears.
They listen to your mouth and heart.”
“Trees have keen sense of touch.
They can feel your emotions, as they brush past them”.
“The Sun has keen eyes.
It sees what you are thinking”.
She told me everything was part of God,
waiting for me to accept myself as part of God….
Everything was chaos and order intertwined in a web
we call time…
In a distant future,
A child imagined God
being high up in the universe, weaving magical links here on Earth
She imagined Him
sometimes looking down on men's creations: Virtual Life, Automated Machines.
frowning and at the same time amused
She wondered if His frowning meant disapproval of men's stupidity
or if he is amused at men's conflicts of morals
She imagined devils lurking in the humanoids planning a rebellion
Her ancestors' words ringing in her mind:
"Cameras are everywhere now.
They watch your every move."
"Walls have interactive sensors.
They can feel your pulse and heartbeat."
"The AI has invulnerable algorithm.
It sees what you are contemplating".
They told her everything was created by men,
catapulting the human race into a machine-dependent complacent beings
Everything human was diluted and morale intertwined in a virtual web
we call internet…
A Collaborated Poem with Angeline Haikutwinkle
Copyright © 2016 July 20th (Japan Time Zone)
On a lil busy route,
For a lil dizzy fruit
They're humming everywhere.
In a bulk, unaware
Layer upon layer
Taking concrete up the stair
burring vanilla skies
Jesus couldn't dare
For no one they will stand
This plane is scared to land
So will crash at the end
From wrinkles to the pinks
All are humming without a blink
stacked themselves by themselves
In the subway named sewers
The sewers, about to sink
Robots of flash they are
Lost its shine, a deformed star
Humming humanoids won't make it far..
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A long those dark, dank corridors underneath the earth, an anomaly is growing.
N ebulous in it's beginnings, an as yet unknown species prepares to arise
E longated in it's skeletal structure, slight and slender, they slither about
W ily in nature, these unique elusive creatures are prone to evade the light.
S linking about at night with iridescent, bold bright eyes, they warily
P eek and peer at people, pacing about in dark, dreary alleyways
E xamining interactions, obsessed in their observations, in order to
C onnect and draw upon human energy, like sophisticated sponges.
I ntent on leeching the life force out of human beings, these humanoids wish to
E merge and spike world leaders' drinks with explosive laxatives, thus
S triking and stalling them on their "thrones", subsequently taking over our world!
Written on 2/23/2016
The extraterrestrial guest and sovereign of blue bloods
and son of the most reverent ancient tribe and octopus’s cousin
you have been setting on emperor’s throne
from early Silur
in yours great ocean capital Ur
since 400 million years ago,
presenting for future
the jet propulsion engine,
you have been the perfect creature
primarily
and marvel of universe
with you timeless shape and rockets like semblance.
You are the worthiest successor
of the dying mankind,
this trick of nature and instant caprice.
Among the human and humanoids
extraterrestrial
who might doubt really
for your right and legitimacy
to the eternal ruling
yours majesty of cephalopods
and blue exelences?
You survived through all calamities and crisis
outlived by Erath in its long history
even falling to planet the greatest asteroids,
hiding himself on the bottom of ocean.
Even in case of the worthiest scenario
If our Globe would have been captured by Black Hole,
the Squid, your majesty, know how climb out
from that gravitational barrel
tossing up his long stretching tentacles
with powerful suckers and pointed teeth at the ends
he know as catch the seismic hubs and anchored them.
So you will able encountered and inhabited
step by step
on his supersensitive and sharp legs
did picturesque by Salvador Dali,
the whole universe.
In her structures and secrets you understand much more
then all our futurists and scientists combed together.
And Mankind from the ancient centures
has suspected in dreams and nightmares
this creatures
as his own most advanced competitor and successor
who will rise for the ruling by Earth once
on the base his truly right,
the coolest quality of his blue blood,
on the priority of birth, immeasurable history
and testifying by heck a long times.
As I travelled across the night sky
by means of an arrowhead-shaped ship
that used free energy; present across every
moon and star,
I noticed that there was no other soul
in the crew’s deck and pilot’s cockpit
‘‘Can I be in a gigantic kind of drone
of some sort?’’ I asked myself as the vehicle
increased its speed to almost that of lightning;
faster than a bullet from a stun gun.
At the right corner of the ship,
I could see different types of strange-
looking alien life from other solar
systems and distant galaxies in glass enclosing,
which looked well cared for, though there
was no sign of soul doing these things
Though I couldn’t see any signs of fans
or ventilators, oxygen was in good supply
all around me, with a slight sensation
of mint in my respiratory system ,
which quickly took my flu away
strangely enough!
The floor looked like glass mixed with silver
and a hard, glossy material that might take a while
to be discovered
While inside the spaceship,
you could see the external environment
clearly, though the people outside
would only see a silvery craft,
just like I did before telepathic voices
instructed me to get inside where I was then
The external environment I could see at the moment
was out-of-place experience where palace-like dwellings
levitated in midair, strange humanoids flew around using
their wings, flower gardens floated in the air, and five moons
of different colors competed to glow in unique beauty
………still I was waiting to hear about my special mission
on Earth, our mother planet, from beings of the fifth dimension,
who had instructed the ship to search for me (why me?!!)
Holiday Dangers
by Odin Roark
‘Tis greater to give than receive,
Begging the question: “Of what?”
Stuff remains the easy answer,
Cloaked in its brightly colored paper and ribbons,
Urging “Oohs and Ahs” from receivers,
Few can resist .
But what of a kind gesture in place of goods,
The finding of compassion and sympathy for the truly less fortunate,
Exercising that ephemeral spark of humanity once primary,
But now rapidly becoming an endangered principal of our species.
Hope hangs on…
The aware heart knows,
Like much of nature,
Humanoids can’t last forever,
That gathering of a materialistic image,
Buttressing the seductive illusions of generosity,
Be they religious or secular,
Knows only an all-consuming downward spiral,
A self-destructive glitter that blinds
As it drills deeper into itself,
Disintegrating at the end
Into the loss of “caring”
Fate’s delivery to a wide-awake darkness.
How habitual these temporal leanings,
How belittling to what innate mankind once wished to be.
As a child,
I always imagined God
being so far away in the sky, caressing his long, white beard.
I imagined Him
sometimes looking at the stars,
forgetting to focus on His most important creation: Earth.
I wondered if His absent-mindedness caused all the troubles we have
in the world today.
I imagined demons watching the diversion of His eyes very keenly….
My grandmother then told me:
“Clouds have very keen ears.
They listen to your mouth and heart.”
“Trees have keen sense of touch.
They can feel your emotions, as they brush past them”.
“The Sun has keen eyes.
It sees what you are thinking”.
She told me everything was part of God,
waiting for me to accept myself as part of God….
Everything was chaos and order intertwined in a web
we call time…
In a distant future,
A child imagined God
being high up in the universe, weaving magical links here on Earth
She imagined Him
sometimes looking down on men's creations: Virtual Life, Automated Machines.
frowning and at the same time amused
She wondered if His frowning meant disapproval of men's stupidity
or if he is amused at men's conflicts of morals
She imagined devils lurking in the humanoids planning a rebellion
Her ancestors' words ringing in her mind:
"Cameras are everywhere now.
They watch your every move."
"Walls have interactive sensors.
They can feel your pulse and heartbeat."
"The AI has invulnerable algorithm.
It sees what you are contemplating".
They told her everything was created by men,
catapulting the human race into a machine-dependent complacent beings
Everything human was diluted and morale intertwined in a virtual web
we call internet…
A Collaborated Poem with Teddy Kimathi
Copyright © 2016 July 20th
Kingfish sat tall in the boat.
His baited hook trolled behind,
To entice lurking humanoids,
He would fillet before he dined.
The ocean had schools of bait,
Swimming humanoids could not resist—
Drumsticks, hams, and candied yams.
Ham on hook seldom missed.
Zingo! The reel screamed sweet music!
Smiling, Kingfish braced his fin.
The blue-bellied biped put up a fight,
As the hook held fast to pull it in.
He yelled to his friend, Catfish,
“This one feels real big!
I may need some help.
Better grab the gig!”
But Kingfish and his buddy,
Failed to get him in the boat.
So they towed him to shore,
Tied tight with a rope.
Perch and minnows ran beside them,
As they hauled their catch up ramp.
“This one has class,” said Bass,
As he viewed him in camp.
Fish family friends looked on.
Happy Herring watched amazed.
For either fried or broiled,
Humanoids were the craze.
“We will never weigh him,”
Wise Walleye wails.
“In the old days we could,
But now we’ve lost our scales.”
The Orion
has arrived!
On board the
Flagship,
RearAdmiral
Mickael,
Eternal Dark
Man on the
bridge,
And his
Ladyship
PrincessLadyJewel,
His
bodyguard of
a thousand
blades!
He came to
tame and
conquer the
carrions,
Blood sucking
humanoids of
the terra
vista race,
They even
fed on
themselves
and their
friends,
Neither
conscious nor
intelligent to
communicate
or trade,
How do you
win against
the soulless
one?
They do
possess a
weakness in
their spiked
defense,
Look for their
durian head
leader and
dance,
For god sake
not the
Saturday
night fever!
Nor the
moonwalk or
criss cross
jump-jump!!
They are
cousins of
zombies do
the
bogeyman,
And than
you'll see all
of them fall
down,
Quickly now
before they
wake eat the
leader's
brain.
What
happens
next?. . .
To be
continued. . .Ha
ha ha ha ha
ha Ga za and
wait. . .
Water, we know that it is invigorating
As long though as it’s clean, not rancid
But of course something that’s hydrating
For some a dream, we take for granted
Fire, can be a source of fuel, for heating
Like if our appliances we can then not use
And It can of course also produce lighting
Getting out the candles, if you blow a fuse!
Earth, used to grow our fruit and vegetables
Also plants for other things such as cotton
Again you know another of nature’s miracles
I think by chance we seem to have forgotten
Air, we need an atmosphere to create oxygen
So we can breathe, or how would we survive
But air that is clear and free from the pollution
I believe the same for everything that is alive
Life, element of elements a question of humanity
If no existence just like the astronoids in space
And Im talking about all the wild life every specie
That’s us humanoids if not here and in this place
Then where would we be us humonides
The lazily flowing breeze
The swaying of the trees
Sun peeping out of the clouds
Birds unsure if they should sing aloud
Little puppies cozying up to mummy
Finding warmth in her emaciated tummy
New buds trying hard to blossom
To spread their fragrance in nature's bosom
A crowd of bag totting humanoids
Trudging along in a life with happiness devoid
No hearts beating nor pulses throb
Just empty gazes like a zombie mob
I snuggle next to the sleeping pups
And the mother, at me, she looks up
And gathers me into her with a mother's grace
She has a cold nose but warmth in her embrace
Human beings are strange...
Their abilities of destruction know no range,
You didnt put anything here...
but you misuse and abuse everything you find everywhere.
Such great ability to create and yet we work so hard to decimate.
Because of our lack of care....all living things exist in fear.
What else can Man do to us now? they think...
And in God's eyes we continue to shrink.
No respect for branches or bone,
No understanding of the concept of "Home",
You sleep in a gated community,
After slashing and burning forestry,
Tossing babies into flood drains,
Because on your carpet they left stains,
You take and take with an air of entitlement,
But you have done nothing to deserve it,
What??? Is your conscience dead?
And your heart made of lead?
The earth might someday lift its face,
When these humanoids start behaving like the human race.
Until then I will do my part and hold my own.
And hope that in this fight...I'm not alone.
Humanoids …
Machine people, we have them at our disposal.
I envy these soul less creatures for they as Angels
do not feel any kind of pain.
Our robot, Ed Burkye is a French guy,
the machine person, although
I do not feel comfortable
with strange person in my home,
rolling in my direction ready to serve.
Now, I will have to endure them in the spaceship.
Ethical as always, hopefully unable to kill.
With them, we will build democracy,
where people are no longer subject
to the will of governments.
Every life counts, all galaxies struggle for life
to witness its beauty, smartness and force.
Nature must is existence.
Conscious machines, great abstracted –
in unconscious state they travel.
These machine people can travel
through millions of years to distant galaxies,
cloning themselves on the way,
some for pleasure, some for business.
They are naturalists, artists or sick with politics.
“No criteria for bacteria,”
and even in multitudes they must strive
to be better, to be greater without lust,
but with power and perfection beyond trust.
They are interrupted
by the communiqué from Celestial Command.
The voice is heard as from the loud speaker.
Gentlemen do not forget,
our purpose is to colonize
with the broader one to expand
the torch of life to other Galaxies.
Conquest of the universe for all humanity,
which of course we represent.
Here three of them: Boson, Raptus and Polonius
are about to board the rocket for liftoff to Mars.
Boson to Raptus and Polonius as they walk to the rocket:
Soon, inexplicable Mars, empty as barren Earthly Moon
and the space above us, cold and lonely,
obscure place will be our home for long.
They entered the rocket.
After the door had closed,-
they took their positions.
Boson started the rocket engine,
allowing liquid hydrogen to enter it.
Fuel was ignited and clouds of smoke
forcefully burst outside.
Inside of the rocket was shaking with huge vibrations,
cosmonauts were sitting as on a volcano.
The rocket with tremendous force had been lifted
and flew into space accelerating,
entering orbital spaceflight,
until it reached escape velocity
at about eleven kilometers per second.
There is no distinction between top and bottom
and weightlessness presented challenges
to their organisms:
cardio-vascular, inner ears’ pains,
weakness of psyche and severe illusions…
TOWERS OF MYSTERY
‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘
Floundering, bit by bit, clawing my way to wisdom of ages,
The sands burn delicate membranes of my bones
I can go no further, maybe I will waste to die here...
Diving, way below past equinox of rolling ocean divide ,
I feel no weight of flesh, the abyss releases her grip.
What is this place?
A vast city, towers of myth’s silvery metal,
Yet I can see nothing but ocean from the height of every wall,
Can this be what I have sought in the fables of Atlantis?
Through my weakened eyes, armies gather in golden armor,
Meeting a horde of beings creeping from the very sea!
What could this be?
The crunch of their amphibian feet upon alabaster sands,
Filling the water bed with stench of decomposing debris
Emitting forth these creatures’ smell from her deepest bowels?
The air is violent, spitting with arrows, thick with screams,
The noble Atlantics are fighting for their very lives!
Can I be part of this?
The arrows and blast of sun- crystals pass right through me,
I feel nothing, damned by observing the fall of humanoids.
The crystal cannons of Atlantis' towers cannot hold them,
Leaving me to chill in an open ocean of mystery
As waters swallow a frontier once glorified by legend's magic...
Tell me, am I dead?
©
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Carolyn Devonshire: Unsolved Mysteries Contest