Best Populating Poems
He is like a distant aloof star
in this universe we all call our home.
A tiny insignificant star and so estranged,
he is but a flicker among billions
and billions of glittering entities populating endless skies,
always waning, and yet, in the evening shadows
ever staying - unassuming, solitary, and silent.
As he enjoys fading into twilight oblivion,
no one knows of his ambitions, history or preferences.
Unnamed to everyone, he enjoys his anonymity,
watching asteroids, comets, and the other stars around him
in deep azure nights - aware - feeling a peacefulness,
a kind of security in his own remote oneness.
For David Williams' Con / VowPoetry Contest
under my bed
under invasion!
invaded by piles
of migrating balls!
dust rolls around
gathered in piles
piles tied in bundles
some are like pillows
pillars of feathers
pillows that billow
billowing towers
blooming like flowers
flowers I've gotten
flowers of cotton
curled cotton swirls
cotton-tail squirrels
squirrels in soft slippers
squirrels having litters
quicker to litter
litters are wooly
wool climbs the stairs
wool everywhere
bagfuls inhabit
spinning more rabbits
maintaining their habits
crocheting more rabbits
angora type rabbits
contagious civilians
into the millions
villain dust devils
spinning more fellows
devils in herds
please spread the word
herds I can't stop
bunnies that hop
stop them producing
don't mind the cursing!
searching the room for my broom
cursing the doom of a lint baby boom
copulation
problem making
populating
propagating weed
weeds and seeds, please take your leave
squirrels and rabbits hop hop hop
it's in the halls, like lint from sheep
I'm steeped in lint and I can't keep things clean!
When sheep need sleep,
they creep back
under
my bed!
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Message in a bottle
Here is my greetings and message to you all, my dear ones
Who would be populating this earth again
After my generation gets wiped out on the 21st of December 2012*
But, then, what a let down, I have to fall back upon
This antiquated paper and pen and a blasted bottle to store it in
Because there is no way I could text or e mail to you,
Like I am used to, this day, that let us soar so high with computers,
Nuclear bombs and spacecrafts that whizz past celestial bodies
As if it is child’s play;
but all the same dragged us down to moral depths
Where one of us could massacre a whole class of kindergarten kids
Or plot mindless terror attacks in the name of imagined wrongs
And wrong premises or rape and then kill a five year old
Or an unsuspecting girl who walked into a wrong bus
Thank God I am still left with a little sense to share with you my friends
Whatever freedom you may happen to enjoy,
Whatever material progress you may make
Never use it or let it be used to trample on moral and ethical values
Guard and enforce those values in society with eternal vigil
For there will be none to protect and promote them,
Mark my words, except YOURSELVES, because such values
Have no commercial value.
For, politicians, preachers, prophets
And their followers, by the very nature of their preoccupations,
Would continue to divide and disrupt, despite their bluff and bluster
About universal love, brotherhood and peace, the very values
That would be suffering atrophy under their very noses.
* The Mayan calender ends on this date (21st Dec 12)giving rise to speculations by doomsday prophets that the world too is going to end on this date.
20th Dec 12
For Catie's Message in a bottle contest
Ringing jingle bells, the winter fairy called "Gather 'round,
gather round" to all populating the winter fairy land.
The land used to be dry and cracked and made up of sand,
But Frosty the Snowman made it snow,
Santa Claus built a toy factory and made the land glow.
Building toys, lighting up children's hearts -
That was the beginning - the very change and start.
Winter fairy said to all - "it is Christmas soon -
the more the merrier - come one to hear, come all!"
She rattled off "the evergreens need trimming" -
but all the fairies were in the hot springs playing and swimming.
She rattled off, "the toys need wrapping,
but all the snow elves were napping!
She was about to give up when Santa came on his sled
with sleigh bells a'ringing - he started off the Christmas anthem
song - he started singing.
The Christmas spirit awoke within all -
The more the merrier - come one to celebrate, come all!
Section 2.
This is where you saddle up, and battle back
I'm sick of kids babbling and baffling
About stuff that'll never happen
Maybe I should be reverberating and throwing verbal attacks
Rehearsing and planning my verbally tactics
I'll be versing and throwing down my verses
And certainly cursing with my first words
I'll disperse and hurt and burn this world
I'll slaughter the gods, and it'd need some audible gauze
Even the titans would be frightened, and they'd outta applause
And stand for my cause, For R.A, And Vinnie Paz
For hip-hop to stay alive, Cause "Legends never die"
All we do is just "Carry on traditions"
Just new people, with new ambitions giving new definitions
With new visions that we will never be missing
We'll be hitting and spitting and carrying this out with our existence
But the distances between this twisted system
Is just us forever living, Gifted kids on there cosmic ****
Comically causing and costing our own cosmic consciousness
For calling and catering our cautiousness, and stomping over whacks emcees confidence
Preparing to constantly conquer all the continents
But not ready for compliments, cause I don't even have an audience
But with this dominance I should be destroying the awesome-est
I'm so monstrous when I write up on these documents
I'm probably properly populating my honestness
And it's quite obvious I'm calling it, quite the dominant opposite of your own conscious gift
Honestly my hypothesis is if I had everyone behind me at metropolis, I'd remain anonymous.
It's much too close in here
for loneliness,
or companionship.
Either way,
I grow too small
non-existent
non-essential
undervalued domesticity with insufficient commodity,
just another over-populating parasite
underneath Earth's glamorous backside;
Suppressed incubator within a more integrating place
of nonverbal language
and full-octaned relationship toward outside
somewhere, marginally surfing
flowing symbiotic omni-nutritional fluid
umbilical corded string
for receiving ever more formative function
energetic unction
massive combustion
rebirthing my new Elder synergetic IdEntity
through Ego-recession,
contracting unrhymed rhythm
of fear of fear of fear...
Double-Binding negative threshold
toward appositional Eco-Love prehension;
echoing across echo-developing hemispheres,
inter-wombed regenetic too slow and tight economy
creating EarthTribe's Beloved Ecology
of paradise boundaried with pain
Longing reconnected within universal agency,
being primally related through
RNA's coincidental Hollow Womb Presence,
Earth's self-optimizing cornucopian abundance
revolutioning joyful grace,
redemptive polycoloring place,
regenerate revolving Memory time
as love-drenched EarthMother's space.
Ambidextrous-ionic amniotic fluid,
Janus-faced dual destined
to internally bring forth new life
by purge erupting each metamorphic fertile sac,
draining past generations
into future's new-born hope,
to emerge a womb with sufficient empathic communication
to compassion Earth's warm-wombed community;
reconnecting humane nature's transactional economics
with sacred nature's transcendent ecologics--
Great Transition deducing permacultured functions
inducing biological forms of regenetic polyculture.
We're much too close for racing loneliness,
at loooong sloooow last,
our time to become Beloved CoElational together.
Imagine paranoid schizophrenia evolving
as Right-hemispheric totalitarian bipolarity
living in a rabid stress-filled ecosystem
of dismaying relationships
with human nature over-populating systems;
right-winged family
and those other terrorist aliens.
Now imagine paranoid behavior's function
finds an entirely natural schizopathic response
to an abusive
marginalizing
institutionalizing monocultural reaction against madness
wildness
discontinuous liberation of ego-identity
explored within one eco-primal Othered.
We used to call less paranoid, more manic, bipolarity
Shamans and Prophets,
witches and androgenous medicine [wu wei]men,
wizards and saintly dry sages,
wise old crones,
messiahs and muses and wise womb/men,
mystics and hermaphroditic hermits,
awesome pot heads
and opium worshipers.
Now we call such mediums
schizophrenic and really nothing more empathic,
other than paranoid, of course.
We fail to remember that economically disempowering paranoia
is co-empathic intuition
worthy of rational political merit
if "they" really have decided you are merely insane,
without any cultural or commercial value.
Our purpose
and perhaps even our sacred promise
remain clouded in unknowing.
For hyper-curious co-arising dipolarity,
a constantly stressing threat
of perpetual solitary confinement,
deep listening
in silent echoing silos
of trauma's non-communication
Ominously silent noise
followed by angry
frightened monotheistic voices
screaming prophecies of AnthroSupremacist doom
Reciting slender mythic HerStory memories
of lost panentheistic potential.
There'll come a grim time when billions of people
populating the planet Earth will witness the incredible:
the North Pole's ice melting,
and the rushing floods rising!
Will they take the furthest journey
by building humongous spaceships able
to carry everyone: the sick and healthy
into dark space? Who will be stunned, who will tremble?
They will surely miss
the whitest moon with cold eyes,
and the crickets's cries...
while they'll emit a discontented hiss!
After landing, will the officers of those spaceships
subdue each alien with their laser guns?
What if those aliens were more advanced than they are?
Wouldn't they have wished not to have traveled too far?
It's wiser to stay on Earth and find better solutions as we go;
we get steady light from a star that lasts 'till vanishing dawn,
and we have rain to make trees and flowers grow...
mothers give birth: it's jubilation when it's a son!
What's going on in my home town?
I ask you this from behind my frown
The high streets full of charity places
Populating the vacant spaces.
We are overrun with taxi cabs
"You working late pal? Ya looking Shabs!"
'Cheers gadge, am on til 9, am bloody seek!' the drive whines
Junkies, Alkies, our streets they roam, what's your poison?
Cheap cider, vodka, methadone?
Part time Dads, teenage Mams
Pushing babies in their prams
Weekends out on the piss
Names climbing up the council list
Generations play the benefit game
Bleeding us dry, is their sole aim
Council house and on the sick
Everything bought on the tick
50 inch tellies, 3 piece suites
Shopping sprees almost every week
I love our town, I really do
But for now the town is screwed
Run by a council with half a brain
Shops are empty, such a shame
If it wasn't for the holiday camps
Filled up every year with ska...families from North and South
Weegies, Geordies every year
They love this place I regard so dear
So dual the A1, lower the rent
Tackle the problems with intent
A town of which we should be proud
Not cursing under a big black cloud.
William Duffy.
The sun is hot
Pretty colours on the rise
Horns honking, men whistling
Women parading
Skirts swaying
Side too side.
Children prancing
Smiles all around
Everyone’s having fun
Split, Splash, Rub, Dub
I can see everyone enjoying the sun.
Time ticking
No one’s worrying
Water flowing
Waves intensifying
Pools filling
People diving.
Lifeguard watching
Summer ‘s coming
Flowers blooming
Mothers shopping
Cities populating
Tourist increasing
Money escalating
Politicians pocketing.
Sky Beings
Present since the day of creation,
They define the firmament
Populating the night sight sky
In ever changing relationships
As Galileo’s sphere revolves on it axis
Only to reappear for the same journey each night.
The focus of fascination and the focus of anthropomorphism
They populate Native American myths and legends
Recited around the dancing, leaping fires as they send their sparks skyward
In the otherwise ink black night.
The above people, sky beings,
Were venerated in those stories which draw us
Both inward and outward to the wonder suspended above.
One can only imagine and try to recreate the scene, the stories of
“How fisher went to the sky land” (Ojibwe)
“The quillwork girl and her seven brothers” (Cheyenne)
“They that case after the bear” (Fox)
“Women who married star husbands” (Chippewa)
“How Spirit dog made the milky way”.
These among the others,
Give breath and wonder and magic in the silent night darkness
To the sky beings above.
Blossoming heart of the cosmos’ union,
With every connection to interstellar waves.
The path of All seems to wander aimlessly,
Leading nowhere except the oasis of mind.
Esoterically challenged, by the ambient soul,
We shine brightly in the spiritual realm.
In this physical form we are deluded,
To thoughts of limitations, we stop evolving.
Memories of past lives, in some lie extant,
Pushing back those intuitive emotions.
Believing that all can be quantifiable facts,
As artists strive to bring the magic back.
Falling behind while we waste our time,
Weighing the pros and cons to life.
Examining the exterior of the world,
Our direction now we believe we have found.
Populating propaganda like needing war,
Closing the door on the prophets before.
Seeking out wisdom from others that talk,
No longer do we run, walk or crawl.
Wouldn’t you give almost anything
to experience the blissful
harmony only contentment
can provide?
Are the demons of addiction
plaguing your purpose with shame?
Why not cut the rot right out?
Sit back and relax
under the tranquil drone of
viral augmentation,
better than human,
as we shape for you
the destiny to be followed
using brands you know (and trust)
to build the kind of brains we want
populating the globe.
Let us drive you home
after that grueling day of shopping.
We’ll put on your favorite song
until you finally doze-off.
beaming bleached grins of ivory predation
touching the tip of the steel heart severing love
eyeless lipless and formless feeling all life
forms wrinkled impulses warring like sexes
seeking paradise in the white exhalation of death
expanding minutes into eons of shadows feeding
cells populating the flesh of living loaves rising
being passed from mouth to grave nourishing reflections
deforming the scroll of experience scrawling live evil
…the wedded heretic
…time makes the law tick
…twitches of revolution stagnate
…in bacteria infested charters
seek the door—wider than the sky—hallowed candles sing darkened dreams…
Greek fornicators plunder Christ’s scream
within the gray clouds of Golgotha
sail the trembling ghosts…
Twas accursed destiny
since birth alack
nascent emasculation abominable barrack
emergent deus ex machina,
viz zit ting older sibling counterattack
thirteen plus chronological gap
eldest sister struck like diamondback
surrogate "mother" role
assumed tubby exact
protectorate pseudo fullback
against cruel beastie boys
bullying barbs
comeuppance giveback
pummeling spongiform
gray matter (yours truly)
fisticuffs she didst highjack
proxy mothering
kept corporeal essence intact
jilting nefarious nemesis aligned
(maligning) and stalking,
this fee-fi-fo-fum
ordinary bean sized Jack
are runt (arrant) cowardly
(non lion) nerdy lad owning a knack
courage lack this glum
older married chap doth adumbrate
satisfactory accomplishments lack
king, where crazy quilt aimless wandering
described purposeless multitrack
thus, sympathetic
to hue men/women nonblack
or decimated aborigines
once populating Australian outback
existential nihilism would,
undergirding hypothetical
unwritten paperback
with little need to prevaricate,
nor appear as quack
pot, one measly *****sapiens,
who accrued millennial palimpsest zeitgeist
where, punctured
disequilibreated psyche dust rack
asper protean (in utero)
multitudinous setback
soundlessly resonating
with concussive thwack
as this rickety ship of state
(a haunted junk ket)
unwanted emotional ballast to unpack
asseveration, asper assiduously
preferably welcoming
dry suction no vac
jar this pawn (knight wannabe
in his bishop rick) torrid
me psychological wrack
king within (castle keep)
complex edifice shackled
in dungeon with repast constituting.