Best Ululate Poems
Child , stand up
Clothes deemed unfashionable
by followers with no individuality
Kinky locks not straight enough
according to those with no self realization
The stiffness in your tongue bearing testament
to your mother tongue, to which they laugh at, why?
You're Mahogany, sanded and buffed
well crafted and glossed to a high sheen
Vulnerable yet resilience is you
Intelligent yet humility is you
Poor yet generosity is you
Yes, you are all that and more
because you have captured and nurtured
a knowledge and pride in self
Your smile glows from within
as it brightens your surrounds
Don't be shackled with self doubt
for your strength feeds multitudes.
Your gentleness comforting many.
As you wear your head gear to dance,
dance till you turn up the dust
each muscle sinew in perfect coordination,
sweat weaving in between the seamless strings
of those beads crafted and carried with pride.
Roar with song!
Share your history through lore
Ululate till the sound carries to the heavens,
breaking the skies open with torrents of nourishing rains falling,
falling.
This ,Africa, is what you are...
Categories:
ululate, africa, birth, blessing, encouraging,
Form:
Free verse
I'm not in step with the Serious Bards
For me, it's the sillier words that chime
I see quadrangles instead of a yard
Jaunty hootenannies I find sublime
I don't howl or cry out, I ululate
Clip-clop and flip-flop, both such disarmers!
Gummy tutti frutti, please be my date
Phenomenology - what a charmer!
Silly names rule - Truth or Consequences
Walla Walla is a beautiful place
Humpty Dumpty brought down the defenses
Winnie the Pooh is a bear to embrace
Sonnets, free verse, rhymes, limericks, haiku, tomes
Silly words deserve their place in our poems.
Categories:
ululate, funny, humor, silly, writing,
Form:
Sonnet
Ferry me furiously further
from the furnace of self chaste
and river of man -hope,
The island of feigned wellness,
The high-horse of self-pride;
hangman of pure-heart.
What's the shame in weakness?
What's the shame in weeping?
What's the fault in falling?
The tussle to stay afloat
keeps the mind on its toes
The Spirit and Soul's penchant
for penance rises.
What's the crime in loosing?
Where's the guilt in crouching?
Why berate thyself, restless soul.
The patch of weed
is harbinger of fertile crop
Yet the clearing has to be done.
tomorrow's harvest corrects
the day's labour.
Shame has to be ingested for
glory to bloom;
Glory, antithesis of gloom, light
of man.
Sometimes the head will stoop
to scoop the signs from the
earth,
as done by kin unknown.
Why then worry about man's
worry.
What's the shame in crashing
on your hind when the load is
too weighty?
What's cowardly in fleeing from
repose when peace dies within?
Where is the honor in
screaming from pain when
you've aged numb?
What's the shame in mouthing
the truth?
Why worry when your line is
straight?
Why ululate when your heart is
pure?
Why scratch the head's pores
till it sores?
Why bother when the cows still
make beef and soap yet brings
lather?
Why tug at receding hair till it
embrace baldness?
Ferry me furiously further
from the furnace of self chaste
and river of man -hope,
The island of feigned wellness,
The high-horse of self-pride;
The hangman of pure-heart.
So, I may yet remain sane.
Categories:
ululate, me, river, self,
Form:
Free verse
by Michaelw1two
inspired by word works of Void Opus
all for you, superannuated, desiccated erudition,
this propagation scribed, this apotheosis odium;
under eructate flames, under the epitome of,
euphonious, promulgated magniloquent inception;
of the Maker’s exuberant false belief, in each of you,
this written punctilious event, come full circle;
rising to the very cusp, from titubate cathedra,
wherein the last of pure worshipers, in chants;
celebrate the edification cleared, to your last days,
by those, with their own amphigouris conjunct;
this of your quintessence, to show tutelar beings,
nothing, but exemplification of pride and dominance;
arise, you opprobrious center jestee, then look up,
to the center of infinite, lonesome screams;
this day’s iniquity is all you will fight for;
these last importunes, are all for you, one last time,
histrionically, making way, to move forward;
to the vertiginousness, of sand, sweat and ground,
denunciatory yells and screams, are all for you;
bow your head lower and cross this palisade,
to the center, until you hear a rise of yells;
the pitch perfect roar, cannot stop the gods,
until you are circled, in yourself, by all of us;
this last chance, for you to soutenu forward,
until you ululate for the dust from the dead;
this all for you, your torrid tomentum, this tined fork,
made to transfix all that has become perpetually you;
accompanied incessantly by these sanguinary tridents,
all for you, aimed at you, the fountainhead raising;
these enduring entry points, standing at your fundament,
in themselves, distinct in that you be one all for you;
one more is all, one more to extirpate, for this is all,
this wright’s sword your will needs, even if this ends;
all from you, the all for you, is all you will ever need,
are you ready for the all of these acuminate moira?
May 2013
Categories:
ululate, words,
Form:
Free verse
Across the Swiss and Austrian Alps
brutal gusts steadly blow,
calling for heavy snowflakes
dancing as lost butterflies...
falling as summer's lonely stars.
Ginger bread smells good,
honey in tea is superb;
I inhale the steamy swirls that
jackrabbits love to smell.
Kaffe Klatsch is strong
lurching through their nostrils,
making them too hyper.
Northern Italy's wooden shacks
over the wide, frigid vallies...
point to a warmer South
quiet only at evening or night.
Roam as deer on snowy slopes,
stunning is the alpine scenery:
trees as tall as redwoods
ululate louder than hungry wolves...
vulnerable to snowdrifts' attacks.
Watch the skiers having fun,
xelophones making music,
yummy polenta being eaten...
zealous alpinists singing.
Categories:
ululate, adventure, food, happiness, nature,
Form:
ABC
Lightening bugs flash,
like the worn celluloid images of old movies,
I sit beneath a great Greta Garbo moon.
I am the heroine of this short.
The dew point drops,
Mists rise.
Crickets chirp.
Muskwats buzz.
Loons ululate and wail.
My dialogue,
The click and whir of my spinning reel.
The glug-glug-glug of the Hula Popper lure.
To prepare for the climax,
Bring out the proven method acting.
I taste the dirt on my fingers,
Licking and twisting monofilament.
The savory sign of night-crawler trails.
Add the bobber, the weight.
I smell the algae and rotting leaves.
The sweet stew of the lake.
My nose tingles from the life motes it captures.
I cast.
This night, I ad-lib.
There never was a script,
No stupid fish.
Fade to Me,
The Garbo moon,
Clever fish,
Loon interlude.
Categories:
ululate, happiness, life, nature, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
I was asked to write about u
With which l became confused
My understanding of what was required
Left me feeling somewhat bemused
A little unclear
And somewhat in doubt
Whether it is the alphabet or “U” words
Or Me (U) I write about
Well, “U” in the alphabet is letter twenty one
In between T and V at the very end
A tight gang called “The Vowels”
Are “U’s” best friends
Ululate ,unasinous ,ucalegon
“U” words just to state a few
What the dickens they mean
I actually haven’t a clue
Lastly, me in this “U” poem
Well , I am not that interesting it’s true
To be quite honest
I’d rather talk about “U”
Categories:
ululate, fun, humor, word play,
Form:
Rhyme
This generic creek king mortal mwm
(who generally river ears the bay sea gully feels ire ate
asper propensity plundering positive human qualities
tested to the max), bait
ting virtue with rapacious opprobrious
malicious lugubriousness, and hatred create
head via the violent wickedness yawping zealously
oceans of tears that in un date
every nook and cranny of society, wrenching,
whip-sawing, and hammering extirpate
ting, the delicate nuances that anthropological fate
bequeathed to *****sapiens
species and genus undermining great
ness brought forth by artistic, democratic,
and graphic accomplishments with HATE
diluting the virtuous unification treatises
agonizingly tried to insulate
basic rights, whence erosion, corrosion,
and abrasion with goliath gangrenous monstrosities of late
subtract at frightful pace, the very survival of mankind and doth mate
absolute evil that percolates into the body electric,
where bloody fiendish genies prosper upending immunity
fostering broods that deign devious strategies in Nate
to destroy any salient sliver via BuzzFeed ding fifty shades of a gray pate
outwitting tentative grasp upon survival
barely fending off lashing off faux kings who e quate
might with right, and bring out the big guns
which blitzkrieg magazines fire at greased lightening speed rate
this battle whereby competing credos, ethos,
and grand Poobah grinds by force state
mints that all most obey lest Das Capital life will not tolerate
nasty, short and brutish torture engendering wailing ululate
diminish in a vain attempt to escape the maws of madness
where the grim reaper doth patiently wait.
Categories:
ululate, abuse, allegory, anger, cancer,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Can it be so my only love
has me but to cherish a memory,
rather than to place me above
any heart that has ever set her free?
I take the final place of last
amid prizes of her loves she has won.
Might I interpret that all amassed
is despondent to the quotient of none.
Yet,careless is her soul that roams
long,beseeching that which is heaven-sent.
Frivolous;marks her quest unknown
for a glowing love,time renders unfervent.
If she looks behind her I shall be
true acolyte upon the brink of her past.
Beyond a love's ululate decree
she will hearken and see a love meant to last.
Circle the 1st letter of the 1st line,circle the 2nd letter of the 2nd line,3rd letter of the 3rd
line,4th letter of the 4th line and so on until it spells out the name of a person.
Categories:
ululate, dedicationme,
Form:
Rhyme
solely reduced to communicate
via my choice online mode
(ease of use preference
via Facebook Messenger), candidate
said Modus Operandi aye find tubby great
even though this papa doth hate
to say "good bye..."
after lingering delay followed
by "I love you"
swallowing tears irate
as bittersweet poignant end
ding our irregular chat as if
(analogously)...aye ab duck kate
(albeit temporarily),
the joyous role of fatherhood
especially denoting young womanhood of late
said offspring, I helped beget (with ma mate)
i.e. wife (which marriage
experienced rough patches)
nine or so months ceased to ovulate
just a tad more'n nineteen Earth Orbitz ago
as reckoned via dull lix gray matter
encapsulated within
thine barnacle encrusted pate
her virtual presence encountered
earlier today - March 24th, 2018
doth highly rate
as supremely blessed,
through swallowed sadness sans tete a tete
only after clicking end conversation
does this dada
(with genuine muffled sobs) ululate
agonizing with reality empty nest syndrome
asper averred second daughter
aye helped yes sire re:) to beget,
whose tender loving care)
under voluntary auspices
sans strong willed kid sister (Shari)
decision immediate decision needed tubby made
(concurrence with birth mother - Abby)
already couple years zipped,
her homecoming (who knows when),
dud dada Matthew Scott Harris
must keep away fixating on requisite adulthood),
argh...now...must needs wait!
Categories:
ululate, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Ballad
a tree, in front of
my house, stood naked - the spring
gave leafy cover
see the tree within-
stands alone in wintry air,
bare - awaiting spring
dogs do urinate
to mark - showers of love, wash
it away with time
time - the ultimate
master - decides whom to keep;
the others vanish
power - always try
to test the time - destiny
too, begs to differ
the poets too, die
to reborn every moment -
the spring's leaves remind
words of peace - always
ululate in distant lands;
would you lend your voice?
26.03.2017
Categories:
ululate, allegory, peace, power,
Form:
Haiku
I count it that I’ve once again won
For being fifty one:
On this day, the 15th June
High my stereo with tweeters tune;
In noise–prosecuting quarters to Victory ululate,
In advance vowing to not later vacillate,
For only a just-caught-and-now-brooding criminal
Or the fast-wasted by a disease terminal
Would to the Euphoric say “Nay”
On man’s caution-depriving Birthday…
Really, the day to puff up one’s chest for boasts
With paid filled glasses for appropriate toasts,
Save for the life-jailed already gathering dust
And facing a tomorrow of inescapable rust
Or the piteously dying with his graveyard space
Reachable with not so much as a long pace…
Happy Birthday to the Gemini
Here in Nigeria but very sure He is in “Germany”
Already ambitiously eyeing Fifty-two years,
The prayers that should take him to it selecting all their gears!
Categories:
ululate, anniversary, appreciation, birthday, celebration,
Form:
Rhyme
As mini-bus taxis fly by left
In the entrepreneur’s lane, yellow
Victims bereft
The grief of the loss
Mere smelter’s dross
As a new world is crafted
From cracked pot-shards
The wailers at the service
Ululate the grief
As passers-by watch and cry
In disbelief
The antics of the few
In control
Controlled by none
Above the law
Lawists
As a racist sees superiority
(An assumption wrong)
A lawist acts superiority
As superior
Is above
above the law
Whilst the widows’ tears
Pave new roads
Down dry-cracked
Faces.
Categories:
ululate, death, irony,
Form:
Free verse
Machine guns tattoo the air with fire;
reports ululate
down the runway
too late
for the people who cling to the plane —
the pavement stings;
Allah sings from the curls of Persia’s towers.
Kabul, Kabul, Kabul,
where the Taliban will rule,
where occidents left the lambs to wolves,
and Quran will be taught as cruel,
mercy burned like offal.
Women will hide in hijab,
a narrow escape into the niqab,
the Likeness of God veiled and macabre
for no one can see Her face except shadows, husbands, or shame.
Sept 5, 2021
Afghanistan poetry contest
Sponsor: the Kai Michael Nuemann
Categories:
ululate, betrayal,
Form:
AN OLD SUN HAS SET
THE LIGHT HAS WENT OFF
A NEW DAWN IS YET TO COME
THE GIANT HAS FALLEN
THE BIG STAR HAS FALLEN
I HAVE FALLEN,I HAVE FALLEN TODAY TO RISE AGAIN TOMORROW
I VOW TO COME BACK AGAIN
I WILL RISE AGAIN TO MY FORMER GLORY AND SHINE
I WILL SHINE AGAIN LIKE THE BRIGHTEST STAR
I WILL IGNITE THE FIRE IN ME ONCE MORE
I WILL COME BACK WITH A VENGEANCE
I SHALL COME BACK IN A SPEED OF LIGHT,LIKE A RUNAWAY TRAIN WITH NO BRAKES
I WILL RETURN TO CLAIM MY PLACE,MY POSITION IN THE CORPORATE WORLD
THE LIGHT WILL SHINE UPON ME
I WILL BE SHOWERED WITH SO MUCH PRIDE
SONGS OF HAPPINESS AND JUBILATION WILL BE SUNG
ANCESTRAL ENTOURAGE WILL ULULATE BEYOND THE GROUND
CELEBRATING THEIR DAUGHTERS SUCCESS AND BRIGHT FUTURE
Categories:
ululate, endurance, life,
Form:
Free verse