Best Jungles Poems
Upon tomorrow's arrival,
today fades into yesterday.
And apathy spurs denial
as endangered animals die.
Wherever concrete cities rise,
collateral damage occurs.
And as jets traverse open skies,
wild birds get annihilated.
We dedicate our existence,
to a utopia of steel.
And survive in asphalt jungles;
shadowed by lofty achievements.
Reality is a mirage;
projected on collapsing hopes.
And yet, safe in our cubicles;
we tout our plastic paradise.
Our planet's irrevocably
changing into a barren sphere.
And as the legacy of fools,
greed defines profit as progress.
Immodest mouse (though sheepishly I drive):
Cheese-poof ambition traps shred Plexiglas;
Life’s tint is circus; freaks pedaling thrive;
My spinner’s stopped, feline-stripped out of gas.
Cradled in moon’s ambitious pseudo-shine,
Not that I could, see I’ve nowhere to go;
Clawed dizzy by stars she hangs as a shrine,
Marathons end; unfinished lines won’t glow.
Out of fuel. Out of road. Locked out of car,
Stained trips on oil-leaks cadaverous spilt;
Climbing the gallows I’ll soon be a star,
Thumb-tacked eternal; pierce sharp lunar guilt.
As I ascend, I wink once at the moon
Just to remind her - she’ll come down real soon.
Nineteen seventy nine and we don't even care ?
As restless as we are yet, tis so easy to get caught up
Within orphan Joey's perpetual season in woes this rainbow
Skidrow coloured their flesh but don't you know; smit the bit this lingo pit
Hanging on a tit suckled through a slit rin tin sin and his brother gin shoving grenades
In their blue blank daze sunless gaze abysmal cage crack'pot sage fortune teller rage feed the beast
Bowing to statues reaching for gold serving their belly this hate that they hold: king copula's gab'fest gabbling....
Crossing continents spheres as realms tis hard not to feel the pain you instill your evil ways darkened haze their babies.
Form:
Queen of the jungles of romantic feelings
The African Queen with a beauty stolen from nature
Leave me alone, do no come in my sight
I do not want to die quickly here in Africa
When she breathes the nose spells letter B
In her movements her shape scribbles letter S
In her smiles the mouth sketches depressed letter O
Yes, when she bends the neck spells the figure 7
Come to Africa if you want to die slowly alive
Her coconut-like breasts assassinate men’s hearts
A cow licked her skin before Michelangelo worked his brush
Her voice, is a natural piano in romantic jungles of Africa
When I see the potato-like shape of her twin legs
I kneel down before my Maker and pray constantly
Petitioning Him to delete my name from register of death
To live forever but die every day with the assassin Queen
The moon in struggle
As it breaks through the red
The sky is dying
The earth in dread
The three sisters
On a mound of decay
Stand proud of their moment
Civilisation, fading to grey
Sceptre and scents
Sword of the fallen
Spreading their angst
Like a darken pollen
Heads slightly bowed
Their way of glee
Killing and maiming
Deathly spree
Federation of the stars
In need to meet
To rid earths quadrant
This trio to defeat
Ale-era the Apocalypse
Kristy Krull
Illyanna their leader
Void to null
A regiment of troopers
Will assemble soon
From the Jungles of Jupiter
To encamp on the moon
Droids and Trojan
Federation scouts and carriers
Will warp ahead
In battle ready Harriers
Part one of two, Part two being: The Return of Earth to the Devout.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy4.php
Barely belaboring the billions of bungles,
Listening to the cold, clamorous Cleveland-like clungles,
Within the bowels of the half-hearted, hard-headed hungles,
Judiciously jeering at the jealous jaguars juicy joy jungles,
She swung the serendipitous swiggles from their silly slow swungles.
There’s a wildness to a city
that wilderness doesn’t have
In closeness—an isolation
as tenants stalk their paths
The repetition of wanton avarice
pits dog and dog upon dog
The knife edge of the skyscrapers
cutting the residents into cogs
There’s a fierceness to the streets
the rockiest trail can never match
A menace looms inside their shadows
impossible to catch
Hidden death within the gridlock
as nature disappears
A violence calling from within
—only city dwellers hear
(Train To White River Junction: March, 2018)
JUNGLES
Hear Oh thou weaklings,
Listen you old men that still sucks breast,
And feeds on food meant for infants,
At a certain age,
An infant leaves his mother’s bosom and craves for other food,
But your heads are still cleaved to mother’s bosom,
Beware lest u make yourself to be a puppy.
The battle is for the fittest,
But victory is for those who persists till the end,
Gird your waists with belt and never be weary,
For the journey ahead of you is long.
Allow not the wind to blow you away.
ANYABOLU IFEANYI DOMINION GENTLE
A.D 2019, 18 MAR
Radiant waves of emotions, full of hope.
Hearty beef stew with raisins and pickled beats.
We gained wisdom from our mothers.
Trusting the saints who walk beside us.
Into rivers we bathe away our shadows.
Lights favor us with songs.
Jungles of bone.
Sand gave us the glass.
Knitting heavens weave.
Yearning for earthquakes.
Wake us when the sky is gone.
Many did not wait for us.
Roses laid waste by acidic snowfall.
a weak, tiring roar~
the same one that once shook the jungles...
now too feeble to scare.
Its strength fades to past glory...
as death lingers close to claim.
They are coming with the needle
They think they are being kind
Sending me back to
The jungles of my mind.
There are creatures in the forest,
I can feel them closing in
Screaming in my mind
In a brain jarring din.
The fire is burning well
Sending out heat and light
Keeping at bay
Those creatures of the night.
But what will happen
Should I fall asleep;
Will my fire die or
Will its protection keep.
More wood on the fire,
Pinch myself for pity's sake,
Keep the blaze burning
Keep myself awake.
The creatures are leaving
I can feel them draw away
As through the tree tops creeps
First signs of breaking day.
How big is this forest,
How long can I survive,
Can I reach its edge
And leave this place alive.
They slide the needle in
An act they think is kind
But I am trapped screaming
In those jungles of my mind