Best Paleolithic Poems
Just see
How fearlessly
Sunshine is seated
On the gravestone
And the caring breeze
Whispering to the loneliness
So absolute
Beneath the tombstone
A paleolithic stone
A meaningless silence
Guarding utterly alone
The desiccating non-existence
Here lies she
Neither sad nor happy
Decaying gingerly
Enriching the earth
Are all doors locked
The moment we breathe our last
Then why the philosophers and scientists say
Energy is neither created nor destroyed
Happy earth
Taking her in with mirth
Smilingly giving birth to
Green pink and yellow
Coz her face chiselled
Poetry in her dimples
Aggression in her pimples
She made the flowers bloom
Where there was just thorn
Dried hay on broken bricks
Rude words from unwashed mouth
All stared with amazement
Yes when she had her words and breath
Flow of life like a brook
Never dreamt of lying buried
Knew her life in wavelets only
In her looks
A cup of morning tea
A mug of evening coffee
Fountain pen and notebook
One who gave so much
To life and society
Will stop stay put and still
Useless skeletons?
In death too
To herself she is true
Providing nourishment to soil
Making room for red and violets
I look in wonder
You are still writing poetry
In these flowers of skeletons
Colours of desiccation
I am sure next spring
Here in this green cover
A Cypress will grow and spread
A recognition of yours rieker deeds
Now the afternoon is still here
Moments are tender and pale
Shadows are coming and going
Stillness of accumulated past
Intense is darkness
Beyond death of life
Like when a love
Suddenly ceased to exist
As I remember your face
I earn freedom from this cold ice
Your warm cheek and palm
Are still a vibrant support
In death you lie down here
Stay reassured
In life you are in our thoughts
Whenever a candle goes out
Whenever we run out of candles
We look for you at our centre
You never disappoint us
Ever lighting us a candle
This way death awakes in life
Cypress grows on lonely graveyard
This way shadows of deer and cheetahs
Rise in life to engage our eyes
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September 15 , 2017
Poems that paint a picture 2 Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Categories:
paleolithic, death, grave, green, life,
Form:
Free verse
A serene succumbing through windows pane
In morning solitudes of the secreting scarlet sun
Where love penetrates partitions of the past
Riding on the refulgent rays of luculent light
~~~
Orbs of passion permeate the twilight realm
As they tease & scintillate the nocturnal night
Lustrous luminants that toy with our lament
In the end, giving in to our deserving desire
~~~
Love, what have thou brought me…unaware?
For I am a slave to your thespian thoughts
A mere mortal capable of salving seductive sin
The carnivorous consciousness encroaches still
~~~
Within paleolithic promiscuous planes of plight
A vixen Vesuvius volcano erotically erupts
I am engulfed by the luscious lingering lava
Now petrified, entombed by love’s Majesty.
Feb.01.2019
"Something Bigger Than Myself"
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
Categories:
paleolithic, confusion, identity, love,
Form:
Free verse
HEAVEN THROUGH THE EYES
Won't you tell me places called heaven on earth?
for so long, so long, I tried to search and search
Come east. Come west. North to south, I all reach.
my quest began since day of my birth. . .
It's pre-historic paleolithic age, this beautiful place
Karnataka's architecture amidst it's greenery.
Heaven through my eyes seeing such scenery
to walk it's ground my thoughts gently grace.
Meandering many miles from a dripping spring,
the Fraser River in it's glory catches my eye,
heaven through my eyes as I stand nearby
to hear it's lapping waters as it sings.
This magnificent fissure, one of earth's abyss,
the Grand Canyon on the Colorado Plateau.
Heaven through my eyes, in erosion flow
resided the ancient Pueblo whom lived in bliss.
Supple strong arms cradle me from harm
Salty tears they slowly fall, to flood
cracking gradually sadness that long clog
Heaven reveal to my eyes your charm
behold thee not by a necklace of glitter
but a love so peaceful and oh so tender
that 'til this life is through I'll remember
no longer do I want ever be shut!
as all these infuse in me reasons to smile
and again take a look at yellow horizons
with it's curly shaped clouds white and some blue
Heaven is revealed to my eyes by the presence of you!
Evergreen leaves so lush cluster among trees
Daisies, magnolias, orchids they paint a beauty
Ocean blue touch the sea's face of purity
Heaven through my eyes displayed for free!
Beyond this life, beyond this whole wide world--
do you believe a place called heaven up there?
If you do, won't you tell me a clue to exactly know where
and what to do for so long, so long there I like to curl?
©J. A. Fraser and O. E. Guillermo
01:00 pm, December 26, 2014
Categories:
paleolithic, earth, imagery, love, nature,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Prevarication permits pretend perception, presenting
piquantly piqued, pimply pimping playboy, plucky
pulchritudinous previously pusillanimous, prevalently
puckish, psychic packman, pokemon playing proletarian
puppeteer pygmy, peevishly punky, plummy, plumy,
pompously pushy, pampered, prefabricated pinchbeck,
pokily plying plowshear, plodding peregrination, pied
piper pitifully peppy pornographic potato pealing,
parsimonious paradoxical protagonist, proposing
preposterous panicky pacification plots, prioritization
pertinent penultimate peroration, perhaps perceiving
perjuring, perplexing, perverting puzzling pronouncements
projecting pulsating pixelated pulpy pinball pinging
packets prompting pacific, poetic, phlegmatic purplish
psoriasis plagued, plumbum pallor pallid, Paleolithic
protuberance pronounced, psychosomatic prohibitionist,
polarizing perfunctory peculiarly progressive, patriotic
postmodern pathologically proud paternal panache,
peripatetic panaceas portraying prescient perfidious
puerile president, predominantly proposing parochial
principles, plenty public parking, purposefully
promoting pharisee phalanxes, pilates practicing
paragons, perennially peaceably proficient protesters,
profitable polygamy, pugnacious pitbull powerball
players, pandering polyandry, propagating professional
palindrome pensive peeping people, peddling,
proselytizing predicating prostitution, proliferating
phenomenally, populist persona promulgated peyote
phased physicians pioneering prescription promoting
paradisiacal pricey photographic pictures, placating
phrenetic physical perturbation partaking place
purchased (paid paltry pennies) por palatial piazza.
Categories:
paleolithic, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
The moment I am out of the box
Foxes and hyenas surround me
Needy greedy aggressive seekers
Those who even a second before
Lay hidden in hibernation
In the tightly closed boxes of steel
On the verge of elimination
Thanks to the cultural policing
Now pouncing for dark and dense satisfaction
In a paleolithic plunder
Quenching reddening hunger
In the black and brown forest
Of unchained unrest
In pursuance of almost unconquerable
And incorruptible pleasure principle
Of animal happiness
Night and day
Sense buds making hay
Out of the aesthetic box
Wreaking senseless havoc
Our rose and rhododendrons in decay
Our seagulls
In infirmary and hospitals
Out of the box
The Spanish bull and ox
Flummox our poems
Into the imagery of
Ingrained instancy
For our tumultuous ascendancy
On the pinnacle
Of crimson churning
And the giant jingling
Tapering off to
The momentary Nirvana
Of the
Intense distraction
That arose out of the box
A moment later
In an inertia again
Of the restless vein
For the overwhelming rain
Into deep brain
Teeming with craving lanes and bye lanes
In the dim light delight
Out of box
The red fox
No mailbox
No riverine knocks
The box is very important
For our civilization
Into the flowers
Of sunny sublimation
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18/01/2017
For the contest, How Long Can A Poetry Go,
Sponsor, Jamie Pan
Note: As the metaphors in the poem is too obvious to need explanation, no writer’s
Statement is added here, as asked for by the sponsor except saying that it deals with the psychological process of the dominance of pleasure principles at the cost of reality principles as elucidated by Sigmund Freud.
Categories:
paleolithic, conflict, culture, joy, psychological,
Form:
Free verse
Soot on LA highway signs. Billboard of you,
a real estate agent. All endeavor slides
toward inertia, extinction, forgetfulness.
It’s very tropical. Vegetation invades
the house unless constant inputs of joy
apply. The scientist in you feels the
great ape in you. The great ape feels
death growing wide. What about work?
I devote my present to my future existence.
In what way, in what sense
does one continue to resist. As
a dessicated cell, a mole of elements,
an ancient’s aura, a daguerreotype-like
shadow on a sidewalk, persistent headache,
paleolithic herbivore, potential energy, will.
Some wake up and pray, say thanks for
another day. Others curse their luck, stale breath,
the very thought of the rosy dawn makes them ill.
Lonely as leaf fall.
Nature knows no pity or self-pity
according to antiquity, the roof soot of the city.
I admire fire, tools and ore. Agriculture.
Cities, empire. Trading and taking (war).
Numbers, counting, writing. Libraries, discoveries, zero.
And the single-minded universe
that’s only a paper moon
without your love.
Categories:
paleolithic, city, death, future, house,
Form:
Verse
IN THE BEGINNING THEY SAY MAN WAS WINNING
AND THEN I MET YOU, NOW I'M IN A ZOO
IN THIS PLACE WHERE I'M DWELLING
THERE'S REALLY NO TELLING
JUST WHAT I MIGHT DO TO GET INTO YOU
CAUSE YOU'RE SUCH A DOLL, OOH OOH OOH,
I'M A NEANDERTHAL
I'VE DUMPED MY COLLECTION OF WEEKEND AFFECTION
A BLONDE WORK OF ART IS NOW A SPARE PART
SO WHAT'S YOUR INTENTION, I THINK I SHOULD MENTION
I'M FALLING APART, YOU'VE CAPTURED MY HEART
YOU'RE SUCH A DOLL, OOH OOH OOH,
I'M A NEANDERTHAL
WELL, I'M BACK IN THE STONE AGE
A BONE IN THE NOSE AGE
WHAT AM I GOING TO DO
I'M IN A MASTADON STEW
TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH
A HUGE SABER TOOTH
AIN'T SCARY ENOUGH
TO KEEP ME FROM GETTING TO YOU
YOU'RE SUCH A DOLL, AAH AAH AAH
I'M A NEANDERTHAL
YOU LOOK SO TERRIFIC, I'M PALEOLITHIC
I'M MISSING A LINK, DON'T KNOW WHAT TO THINK
THIS FEELING'S EUPHORIC, I ACT PRE'HISTORIC
SO CLOSE TO THE BRINK, IN NEED OF A DRINK
YOU'RE SUCH A DOLL, I'M A NEANDERTHAL
THIS LOVE IS VOLCANIC, I'M FEELING TITANIC
I'LL PUT IT TO USE, TAKE OVER FROM ZEUS
RULE MOUNT OLYMPUS, YOU AS MY MISTRESS
BUT I KNOW IT'S NO USE, I'M TOO HIGH ON YOUR JUICE
YOU'RE SUCH A DOLL, I'M A NEANDERTHAL
I'VE ANSWERED THE CALL, I'VE TAKEN THE FALL
YOU'RE THE CAUSE OF IT ALL, AND I'M HAVING A BALL
YOU'RE SUCH A DOLL, I'M A NEANDERTHAL
OOOH, OOOH, OOOH, I'M A NEANDERTHAL
Categories:
paleolithic, hilarious, romance, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
People Not Prolific During Neolithic
With some subjects can be able to concur
Then regarding others may not be so sure
For instance human and world development
And why from God all of this had been sent.
For our creation what was it God had in mind
If we did it would be like blind leading the blind
Maybe in the Bible there is much more to obtain
Without and Abel could there have been a Cain?
Of course, at times, we must start to realize
After tries and tries by us may be a surprise
As information grows that we collect and garner
About agricultural activity and life of a farmer.
People were never prolific during Neolithic
Times as well as period which was Paleolithic
Would people prefer to be called Cro-Magnon
Or perhaps Australopithecus and on and on.
Paying a tribute to current events of the day
We are all here still wondering which way
How each of existences eventually arrived
And though all the ages we still survived.
I just woke up at two in the morning after
I had dreamed about writing this poem.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Categories:
paleolithic, history, humanity,
Form:
Couplet
"Departure"
In the majestic curves of galactic arms
we choose to dissolve all war and hate
we venture forth fast away from primeval captivity
into the unknown welcoming cardiomegaly of It
what waits like Kaa wrapped around our scorched fate
beckoning our inner worlds like glowing orbs
we are swallowed into the burning crystal ball
Its starry gates open like god-like jaws
evolving like Paleolithic tadpoles old stone age
lacking tales to execrate all the obdurate
their time will come when all is far too late
and their karma is to remain to do it all again
fortune’s for the brave
freedom's for the few
we choose It like The Chosen do
to turn our backs on all that human hate
we raise our minds
we raise our eyes
our heart's electric
sending morse code messages
we begin to watch
the open skies of Blue
for forgotten arrivals
seen through moving clouds obscured
Candide Diderot. ‘25
Categories:
paleolithic, fate, heart, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
Betwixt these tithes at her antiquities keen asylums; a foretokens child esoteric
Paleolithic etchings; afore their myths the caverns Acheron's absolved; loric tides..
Acute, this illness ironic it's stones ? Theology sects scribes a second coming as time.
Categories:
paleolithic, art, , cute,
Form:
THOSE WERE THE DAYS
In days Paleolithic
The news was often horrific
People eaten by monsters terrific
Or trampled in mammoth jams of traffic
Newspapers were chiseled in stone
Picture it: hot news petrified even when it sizzles
Editors called in news headlines by bone
Saying, “ Hold it. . .stop the chisels!! “
Categories:
paleolithic, funny,
Form:
Quatrain
On brown sands of an uncultured river
In the burning sun rays of the primitive sun
Would lie in wait the sharks and crocodiles
Of the time when it was a paleolithic weaver
Of dancing carnal shadow of unclothed appetite
Towers of illegitimate light
This jungle scene one would come across
One who would peek deep down in my soul
And so it was until the angel emerged
(What is the human life except the lovely journey
From the molecules of hyena and leopard
To the milky foam of an angelic transcendence)
Stark greed in need of dense dark raw delight
In impatient prying plight day and night
Until you came in the form of an angel
(Are not you and angel in essence the same)
Refining the wild bison towards angelhood
Gradually but steadily come the cultural flowers
Comes fresh morning with the terrible trash gone, in lieu
Two shiny cups and a teapot in a lyrical view
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17/9/2016
Categories:
paleolithic, adventure, art, image, morning,
Form:
Free verse
I N S T U T I O N A L I Z E D=
PRISONER OF HIS OWN MIND
SUGAR COATED SPONGE RUBBER make up his brain
his fingers are cold as JUNKIE DIGITS
a STUFFED SINUS laugh chokes him
kinda PALEOLITHIC isn't it
trapped between a CATALYSMIC alter ego and his self
etched with a cross sounding tabacco voice thats scares the best of THEM
forced fed a MORPHINE breakfast to help him escape himself
he knows how to CONCEPTUALIZE interms of masking his own dreams
once a LIBERAL DOOGOODER
now considered CONSPICOUS by the staff
he's locked away forever and theres no coming back
COULD WE OF HELPED HIM
IS HE FORGOTTEN
THIS IS SOMEONE WE ALL KNOW
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Categories:
paleolithic, confusion
Form:
Wild beasts on parade
Purples, ochres, reds and browns
Paleolithic
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
Categories:
paleolithic, art
Form:
Senryu
Big as a house,
Scared of a mouse,
With nose that grows
Down to its toes.
Fearlessly drives tusk into dusky musk.
Wisely buggers-off from the likes of usk.
Categories:
paleolithic, history, humorous, thanksgiving, thanksgiving
Form:
Rhyme