Best Incubate Poems
My house is not always a happy home .
Journee’s we all take – from time to time -
take me into thoughts travelling on roads to the past,
where I walk with ghosts, that sometimes haunt,
along with spirits that fly – free – into the sublime.
Both sojourn with me to places where dreams,
nightmares find refuge, incubate, where they be
- the facts of life – one carries with them to the end.
For sanity to survive, one must make both friend.
Unlike most else in life, they are with us forever,
even if we burry, no longer see them in the light of day.
Like most else that moves on, they will not fade away,
just hide in dark corners of our house until night key
comes to unlock the subconscious, set the ghosts free.
That is the nature of the psychological, mind game
that human nature - the gods – have ingrained in you and me
and that is what ties us together as one, in there, we are the same.
B. J. “A” 2
August 22nd 2004
Behold Creation in a blink of an eye,
ethereal elation of the siring sky,
Reverberant rotation will comply,
with nebulous narration to beautify…
Metaphysical displays soon awake,
ambient arrays conceptions partake,
Solar winds agaze as they intake,
revered rays amidst their birthing bake...
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Celestial seas that navigate,
bionomical breeze surround to stimulate,
A frigid freeze to isolate,
dawning degrees of stellar suns that incubate…
Upon the mind of an eternal god,
all designed creations to their applaud,
And thus mankind to be awed,
a shutters speed blind that we are flawed.
May.14.2020
Shutter Speed Poetry
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Placed 5'th...Thank you
I challenged you, and you finally took the bait.
This was a battle that I had to instigate.
But, you only came when I gave you a mandate,
So now I will be happy to accommodate.
Now Burger King Mandelay is on my hotplate!
"YOUR" SELF-MADE throne...I will proceed to desecrate.
But, I would love to know what made your head inflate,
Because each one of your slams sounded so innate;
Not worth the effort that it takes to conjugate.
You would be better off trying to slam KUWAIT!
I am a master poet. You can not relate.
When I started this race, I left you at the gate.
The second best slam is what we must nominate,
And the other spots are what we must allocate.
I apologize for writing rhymes that frustrate.
Stop whining! Step up! And try to eliminate!
SHUT UP! So that you do not self-incriminate.
Males should not be JEALOUS; That is a FEMALE trait!
Baby boy...You need to go back and incubate.
Climb into the ground, so that you can germinate.
Then, much later, I will come back and cultivate.
When pest step to the best, I have to fumigate!
The day you beat me is the day hell frigerates!
Just give the jury a chance to deliberate!
A bird of grandiose stature, he struts the veld
do not anger him for his powerful kick
can main or even kill. Gently he watches
over his brood their mother left long ago.
It falls onto him to incubate their eggs.
Impressive wing span as he shades his chicks
from the relentless midday scorching sun.
Watch those long legs hammering away
as he chases off a rival who strays too close.
Yet for all his strength and size a pea of a brain
famous for hiding his head in the sand
as if it will make him invisible from sight,
he does look so weird bum stuck up in the air.
Attracted by anything that glitters
he gobbles up all sorts of weird things.
Once tamed his joy is to run in races but rarely
in a straight line as he veers here and there,
oft times leaving mayhem in his wake.
As dusk falls he gathers up his brood
and struts off into the setting sun
his life is really quite a simple one
with freedom to roam the sunlit veld.
IN THE TANGLED WEB OF TIME…
How long
must we still march
and sing---
our feet grown weary
and facades of justice
quietly silencing our voices?
Today
we remain footnotes
to his story---
our story
a cocooned legacy
of a pregnant dream
hanging
in the tangled web of time.
Matrices
of pseudo gains
continue
to tease un-ripened minds
with scams of liberty.
Today
in due time
in due season
we will rise up
from the pit we’re in---
rise up
and catch the fallen dream
laying it in the warm nest
of the bosom of liberation---
and incubate the waiting vision
of our destined realities
singing songs of redemption---
ringing bells of freedom
dancing to the beat of liberty:
Indeed
the flame of determination
burns eternally
and the love-journey
of the unshackled
continues toward the trysting place.
He cannot soar as eagles do
Singing is not for him tis true
So this tale is told in black and white
in places where cold winds blow
So bundle up and take this flight
On a journey to the floe
It's summertime but freezing still
And his mate passes him her new laid egg
And then she's off to feed on fish and krill
As he balances the egg on his feet with skill
He must incubate the egg till hatched
As he awaits her return
She will come back and feed baby bird with her catch
And he will go to sea for which he yearns
He will dive beneath the churning waves
And glide beneath the ocean blue
Catching fish for which he craves
He will do an underwater ballet too
He calls Antarctica home
And is the only creature to winter there
It's much too cold for others to roam
He is attired well, a 'tuxedo' he wears
7-9-2020
bittersweet vine
twist like pipe curls on a finger
blue birds sings
bird song arias
wake the sun-soaked cat napping
feathers fly
down laced twigs
incubate the Robin’s blue eggs
puss licks his whiskers
lofted sparrow hawk
warm basket of new born kittens
noon whistle
Onward then does Time ascend the eons it does build
Within the endless void of space which never shall be filled
Deep within the eons past, a Potency there compels
Horrors be extended from Evils which are Hells’
And herein do I dwell within Hell’s castle keep
With keys I do open doors and let the evils creep
Avarice and malfeasance let loose to run amuck
Despair and sorrow following, causing their havoc
Slimes that ooze and glisten with names that you know well
Cultivate and incubate the tribulations that are Hells’
I unleash the Hounds of Hell, in silence do I watch
Devoutly do they search - for souls they will debauch
Hounds of Hell cause someone to bid their soul adieu …
And now, my festered eyes await the soul they’ll bring from YOU!
If I had a secret that I wanted to share with you
Dare you open your mind and let my creativity ensue?
I don’t build bridges with bricks, I hang them with rope
I can generate your fantasies and incubate your hope
Open the pages of my mind, reading the fiery words of my heart
Enter Pandora’s Box, and the epic journey will start!
Follow me down south, through the mirror of liquid glass
You’ll feel the calmness take over and watch the fear pass
What a wonderful feeling, letting your inhibitions go into the night
Now step forward onto the phoenix, as you drift into the light
This journey isn’t everlasting, you know that it comes with a price?
What? Did you think it was free? wouldn't that have been nice
Open your eyes from delusion, and friend you will piece things together
My name is Sam, Satan or The devil, that’s how I'll been known as forever!
OK, so I tricked you, with my words and devilish charm
What were you expecting? I’m frigging Satan dude, my job is sadistic harm!
You look at me with those puppy dog eyes, you realise you've lost all of your family ties
My head tells me to give you a second chance, double or quits is where my desire lies
Do you accept the new twist, on my board game that is your life?
I’ll take that hesitant nod as a yes, and commence this game of strife
Give me the name of a family member and they can take your place
However I will warn you, if you can’t then I win this twisted race
No! You scream, and that’s your final answer which I’ll have to take
Now I own not only your soul, but your families when they next shall wake
He took my hand and promised peace for my sisters and brothers
Now I’ve gambled with the devil and he owns my beloved others
The deal is now done and a fiery rain begins to fall
Burning me down to ash, disintegrating my world and all
Barren oh barren,
Who are you?
To suck away the pride in a woman’s cradle?
Healers attempted to resolve u with vague riddles!
A deadly monster you are, BARREN!
Tell me who gave you that WARRANT?
To deny someone the joy of being a PARENT!
Innocent seeds sprinkled on sweet fountains do not GERMINATE.
Why are you filled with such HATE??
Rate the destruction you CREATE...
Beautiful families are breaking because of YOU BARREN.
Solid couples now speak in sign languages
They point fingers at each other, all because of YOU BARREN!
Tears now fill up their bath TUBS...
Soaking in the misery you bring and resort to PUBS!
You feeble nightmare!
God created man and woman to PROCREATE,
Who are you to deny them to COPULATE?
You are not mighty but remember...
Hannah defeated you,
Rust in her womb turned into GOLD!
I’m here to reveal the secret to make u COLD.
For multitudes to stand against u and be BOLD!
My dears, start praying without CEASING,
For barren is a temporal SEASON!
Barren oh barren,
You are defeated.
You cant raid homes and leave souls DELAPIDATED!
A childless woman grieve, cognizing she is only CONSTIPATED!
Hoping she got IMPREGNATED!
Barren oh barren!
You are FAKE,
Dear man, arise and assist your woman to BAKE!
TAKE her hand, her oven is ready to INCUBATE!
No need to strangle each other in DEBATE!
For the chain of bareness within you are about to BREAK!
Barren oh barren
Melt your ego and disappear.
My dears, no need to be DERRANGED,
Your non-offspring life is being ARRANGED!
Woman! Why do you despair?
Yet u know your course is due every month?
You my brothers, why, why, WHY? that you have to belittle yourselves like you are permanently vasectomized!
Yet you are aware of rich JUICE INDUCED from your fresh seed!
My people have Faith, be BRAVE!
Create no room FOR BARREN;
FOR BARREN is being dragged to her GRAVE!
Barren oh barren,
You are not PERMANENT...
for they will get PREGNANT!
Barren oh barren, they will be a resurrection!??
By Lebo-G FAITH Samson
03/04/2018 @1258????
Mother duck Moira
Had her eggs in the nest
She sat on the incubate
Mother duck was stressed
All her eggs had passed their expiry date
She was told by midwife Stace
Still Moira sat on her eggs
She was going to nourish her hatchlings
With fresh fish and bread
Let's have our chicks and forget the rest
We are time pressed
Said daddy duck
We need to fly away
Daddy Duck was stressed
The duck pond had no more fish
The humans gave them no bread
The time was a ticking bomb
Or else they would be skin and bones.
Mother Duck had three more days left
On the incubate
Then they would fly away
With their new hatchlings
Tracing the route of yesterdays
So she sat and sat
On her eggs
In her eyes, she had no more tears left;
Her stomach empty of fish and bread
Midwife Stace had paid a visit to Moira in the morn
Give your eggs up and fly the nest
This sitting is futile.
Said she again.
Mother duck Moira
Pushed Stace away
And sat on her eggs.
Three days passed
She had three skinny hatchlings
Of the hue of duck eggs.
So they flew away
Mother Duck, Daddy Duck and the hatchlings
To a new pond full of fish and bread.
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Vertebrates with feathers and tails
Reptiles with their shiny scales
Birds of which that range in size
Returning cycles that comprise
Solid seal, protective shell
Danger near, seek to repel
Contained therein with varied roles
Porous eggs of tiny holes
Nest of twigs, eggs to hide
Incubate the birds inside
Predators across the land
Hiding place beneath the sand
Born to hunt, equipped with age
Acquired mate, there to engage
Age’s grand of which to reach
Return journey to their beach
Storks upon the solid sticks
Within the nest of feeding chicks
Frozen wasteland of no nest
Penguin pouches, eggs to rest
Giant fans attract a mate
Tail feathers, peacocks shake
Birds of tropics, colours bright
Such a ray of sheer delight
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
She Misses His Hymn
She brood
His oohed
11/21/17
STAND ALONE FOOTLE - Poetry Contest
Note-brood, verb-worry, fret, sit, incubate
oohed, abstract noun-pleasure, satisfaction
title-since he is not in her presence, misses (play on words)
his essence, his hymns (play on words) she worries (brood)
Another goose egg.
Here comes a mom duck a crackling,
All her flock close by following—
All of the chicks seventeen
That makes alive wetland scene.
In fresh-water swamps comb ducks breed,
Togetherness their sole creed
Till they disperse in wet season,
So scorching when gets the sun.
Reaching up to a huge hundred,
O Knob-billed ducks, appears your deed
That has no leader to lead,
A serpentine tail there’s, nor head.
To us men, a few things ye teach—
Sticking to no chairs as if leech,
You’re no proud frogs, nor cocky cocks,
You have leaders that foster flocks.
Ye haply feed on swampy green,
Or else on sturdy water weeds,
On smaller fish and sundry seeds,
Peace and order seems your scene.
I admire how your life you lead,
Glad with your girth, shorn still of greed—
Yea, to see any of you lean
Be rare as your tinge, blue with green.
Who can call you ugly duckling?
And beauty there's in white and black,
Just one thing you perhaps still lack—
The way you sing— a coarse crackling.
With feathers black and body white,
And hints of dark blue tinged with green,
A speckled neck, greyish, yet bright,
Your claws I’m sure should peace-prize win—
Webbed, for hunt nor for fight are made,
Nor your beak an aggression shows,
Nor is there any war-like red,
Nor hunting, harming a duck knows.
As mom you seem considerate,
And care-worn, eggs to incubate,
Ye raise chicks all by you alone,
A dozen and more all your own!
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Comb duck, or knob-billed duck an unusual pan-tropical bird is found in tropical wetlands of sub-Saharan Africa, Madagascar, South Asia from far of Pakistan through India to Laos and extreme South China. Everywhere, these so-called ugly ducklings have a beauty of their own.
Nature | 08.08.11 |
Written March 8th, 2016
Set fire to the rain
Gasoline and symmetry
Watch the flames rise over dewdrops
Hear my horn part the sea
On days with low visibility
Mile horizons comfort me
When clouds can incubate my history
If I gave everything up
Count to one hundred ninety three
One for every mile
That I'm away from heaven
Would you still love me
If I gave everything up
Could I take you, take you with me
You've taken another piece of me
Made me give everything up
You say it's payment to feel free
If freedom comes in yellow paint
Then swerve in one, two, three
"The closest thing to heaven
Is what you mean to me
You really won't mind heaven
Just hope you're dying to see me"