Best Ululations Poems
First day of our life
The mother is ecstatic
Finally her pains and burdens are over
Ululations and congratulations are on
Could even be the next president
But father is in tears
Camouflaged as honest joy
Another big mouth to feed
Second day of our life
The priest is ecstatic
Finally another person in line for tithe
Could even be the next pope
But mother is in tears
Camouflaged as the touching by the word
Village thugs and whores praying for you
Another statistic of robbery without violence
Third day of our life
The teacher is ecstatic
Finally someone to be the Aristotle to their Plato
Could even be the next Einstein
But priest is in tears
Camouflaged as tears for absolution
Lawyers and politicians consecrating you
Another greedy scholar on the rise
Fourth day of our life
The couters are ecstatic
Finally we love being in love
Could even get married bells ringing
But teacher is in tears
Camouflaged as being proud of you
Another dumb romantic who never learns
Fifth day of our life
We are very ecstatic
Finally we made a new life
Could it be the need to sustain bliss human mediocrity?
But our sweethearts are in tears
Camouflaged as being happy for you
Another one escapes dying alone
Sixth day of our life
Grandchildren are ecstatic
Finally someone else full of laughter and ambition
Could it be their I-phone is the only new thing under the sun?
But we are in tears
Camouflaged as pain in our backs
Another generation who don’t know how short life is
The last day of my life
The better angels inside my head are mourning
Finally I am someone who lived in this world
Could it be because I will be forgotten?
But grandchild is happy
Camouflaged as tears for losing you
Just another man without legacy gone
Categories:
ululations, age, dark, funny, giggle,
Form:
Verse
The tumultuous whirlwinds had now ceased
The roaring, nettlesome sounds have dried away
The tide is now silent
The clatters and jangles,
now dead, they are.
Far and wide, the drumming sounds, ululations...
For the happiness, peace and calamity, found again
All is being born again.
The sky is blue
The dark-dark, huge, cumbersome and petrifying clouds
Have faded away
And now, white clouds are to be seen hither and thither
In the blue sky-scape, congregating
For the new rain of the new
the new downpour of joy and peace of nature.
With my hands,
I rubbed away the hot tears, at last
With a smile, i looked out
The thudding of my heart, had stopped, but gone
Relieved i felt, for the tempests, had flied away
I yawned, stretching my arms
Bad times, had reached their edges
At last.
The birds fluttered and warbled
Their sounds anew
Tickling my fancy
The swiping of the trees
buzzed with the cool breeze
and then, the sun showed up
with new lively alight, and
with the moon
they all smiled cutely.
All got in full swing
For the peace, and happiness had at last been restored
I danced along with the birds, soft wind and the trees
Dancing, to their tune
And with all the peace and happiness
Smiled back to the jolly sun and the moon.
Categories:
ululations, peace, peace, peace, sun,
Form:
Limerick
Wordless worries wander wearily working wayward,
Towards thoughts transgressing truth’s textured tide.
As always acknowledging agnosticism’s appeal,
Essence easily evaporates, exeunt Emile.
Very virtuous violent vowels vociferously validate,
Sanctimonious sessions some subtly sacrosanct.
Is it in incrementally immense ingenious imaginations,
Or ontology’s omniscience overcoming oceanic oratory?
Roughly rallying rage’s recessive righteousness,
Quickly quartered queens quietly quiver qualities quoi.
Under unctuous undeniably Umbrian utterances,
An astute and acute awareness as always arose.
Placing plausibly proverbial prevaricating predications,
Many morose morally myopic manly mighty men,
Eulogize everlasting ephemerally entertaining evocations.
Insinuating incredible implications, insomnia initiates,
Notably nullifying notoriously negligible nihilistic necessities.
Lies lay low, linking lofty linguistic lessons like laws,
Of optional opportunities oscillating on occult overtures
Until underlying unctions unify ubiquitous unknowns.
Joyless Joseph’s joyful Joy just jumped, just jumped!
Killing killjoy knuckle kosher korma koranic krap.
And announce another anonymous anodyne appointment?
(Empiricism’s emphatic emission, enter erotic Eloise).
Having Heidegger helps, hope’s homunculi hunting human.
Get gone ginger guesses, go grope Ginger’s grapes!
Immaculately ironic inquisitions instigate immediate impositions.
Once onto opaque ominous orbs, obey Oracles open orders.
Framing funny fractions, flaming far flung frivolous fictions,
Death defies dollar damnations, deliciously done devaluations.
Usually uncle umpire understands useful underlying ululations,
Also affirming apples avuncular altruistic assumptions.
Creeds crave caves, charms calm cause, come conquerors,
Be belligerently bad, betray birth’s beginning, balance budgets.
Entreating entirely empty, emphatically elusive, existential entelechy,
Is, importantly, incommensurably idiotic, inexplicably impractical indeed.
Categories:
ululations, crazy, creation, imagination, ,
Form:
Alliteration
Everybody is born crying
At least give me the freedom to die laughing
Never in defiance no never in fear
But in pure unadultrated happiness
Let all the decisions, choices, mistakes
Fall in meaningless puddles of stagnant water
And let me just soar with the ecstacy of thundering waves
Basking in deep ululations of dancing tear drops
From the deepest forests of Central Africa
Crossing the golden plains of southern Africa
Besting the dryest parts of northen Africa
Let me smell the freedom which has long eluded mankind
Let me sit down and smoke a pipe with my friends
And share all the stories that brought us to be
Its simple and yet its so hard to achieve
To be humble and yet to be more than we please
Take me home oh I'm asking the heavens to see
That we walk through this life wearing borrowed shoes
Take me home Oh Im begging my friends need to see
How I'm happy, I'm happy, I'm happy to be
Everybody is born through pain
Let me die with pleasure
And look up at the faces of all those I love
And see their joy, their pride, their happiness that I had lived
Kilimanjaro
By Athi Godlo
Categories:
ululations, death, eulogy, hope,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
FEBRUARY
Fiercely independent these
Eclectic February days.
Bravado, masked in the madness of
Revelry’s raucous, windy,
Ululations bowing the
Aspens in prayerful
Resignation to the simmering
Yearnings of Spring.
John G. Lawless
2/1/2016
Categories:
ululations, february,
Form:
Acrostic
Surrounded by four walls.
I feel disgust and despair.
Why can’t I snap out of it?
For listen: The city hums with listless life.
Hospitals thrive with dying patients,
oft with self inflicted excruciating pains,
more often meted out by egoistic humans
in pursuit of hedonistic pleasures,
of self satisfying needs.
In a quiet moment at the end of the day
sometimes I pray. Alas my heart
is enveloped in inky darkness.
Instead I hear the cries of domestic violence,
of children desecrated,
women raped,
men killed by other men.
I flee my loathsome house,
merge with mindless humanity,
in streets displaying their dirty linen,
intransigent in their cacophony
of indomitable bellowing ululations,
until I reach the quieter periphery
of the endless town.
The night is ebbing. The first rays
of the rising sun touch a silvery dome
reflecting its rays straight into my eyes.
Instinctively I shade my face
yet the light persists. Is it a sign?
Could there be hope for me?
Perhaps there's sense in creation.
So I close my eyes and pray.
Fiction
Categories:
ululations, depression, prayer,
Form:
Free verse
The Prince and the bridal contestants
Long long-ago
Somewhere in central Africa,
There was a village called VITSIZA,
Under the leadership of the rich powerful king,
The very rich king called ( N’wa l’la ii), very old enough,
There was a rule of the kingdom,
Passed from one generation to another,
Rule to say (One man one wife),
The prince of the kingdom was known as N’wa l’le,
On prince’s thirty birthday,
There was a function in the palace,
And the prince was on his pursuit,
Pursuit to choose his bride,
One bride,
Young girls from the village and the surrounding villages flocked,
They flocked to the palace,
Fifteen cattle slaughtered for function,
As the function took on,
All the beautiful ladies demonstrated themselves before the eyes,
The eyes of the prince,
On their pursuit to steal his heart,
To the surprise the prince watched the girls,
Girls danced before him until six o’clock sunset,
All the girls were tired and nobody was dancing,
The strange man succumb from the crowd,
The man carried musical instrument made of reed,
When the man blew the instrument,
He started to sing a song,
(The king, the Prince, today we have visited you,
We, the village of CHIUNGWA,
Chiungwa of beautiful girls,
Girls of redness far of that of sun,
Internal and external beauty girls of Chiungwa,
The girls who wash with milk and honey,
The girls of the well made cheeks,
With breasts still standing like Xhu small mountain,
The girls of morals merged to tradition,
“Can I get the ululations as I will be welcoming Chiungwa girls,
Girls to come to the dancing portion.
I will ask the drums to beat hard and other instruments as I will
Continue singing)
He blew the instrument twice,
Ululations were heard from all corners of the palace,
He started to sing,
The drums and other instruments were heard beating hard,
As the group of ten girls from Chiungwa village entered the palace,
Wearing traditional attires and walk on the sequence of line,
(Continued on Part 2)
Categories:
ululations, beauty, birthday, celebration, dance,
Form:
Narrative
The Choctaw
never taught me what the
Choctaw would’ve taught me.
The Australopithecine never taught me what
the Australopithecine would’ve taught me of.
The Memories, these Memories,
our Memories are fading songs in
an echoeless cave.
The listeners have tired,
moved on.
The choir sang, regardless...
...for a time.
And, in time, the silence overcame
the joys of recalling and the calling out
was no longer met with the
Response.
The ochre greened-over,
the iron dust fell from frost and
puddled dryly on the floor.
Summer winds, hot and desiccating,
soon scoured the walls and ushered out
the swirling cinnamon sand.
The drums beat to mineral-rich cave-dew,
on occasion. A sometime rain that formed cones.
They stretched with weatherings; sometimes taut,
sometimes loose. Their stories lost, nothing taught.
In time, their skins followed their long-lost bones into
the buried burned and carved, now-broken empty bones
Home. The silent tumulting earth. The cold overlay of the
Singeing Beneath. The singing stalled. The echoes bounced for a time from
voice to ear to wall to child to child to wall to stone to dust.
The stars never taught me what
the stars might then have taught me.
The dreams and dancings, the tremulous and then-credulous
tremolos, the inspirations of ululations, the song-stories of
peoples, of healings, of wilds, of ways...now silent.
This silence, in this echoless cave,
is the most wanting, most missing,
Sound.
Sound I’ve ever heard.
The cave never taught me.
The music never taught me.
The drum never taught me.
The dance never taught me.
The cave never taught me.
The fire is out, the embers lost.
The handprint remains on a wet wall in a dim corner in an out-of-the-way
scree-field crevasse just past the Cree field impasse.
The teachers are gone.
The ancestors quiet.
The cave never taught me.
The silence may
yet.
Categories:
ululations, philosophy, silence, student,
Form:
Free verse
Applauses were even, numbers and faces were odd.
Clay was molded and fate washed her palm
Sentences were bold as my story was told.
One of a rusty heart of iron stitches
One of haggard feet of million hitches.
The flames danced bright and night was light
Chalices were of pumpkin and flutes of cane
Rites were roots, skins were dried and drums were drums
Arms were flags gliding on in the ululations
Chitenges were of savanna and tongues were of the zambezi.
Hisses were blisses and kisses were riches
Smiles were fireflies and pals were butterflies
Years had piled, miles were fat, feet was bare and dust lost lust
In kisses were riches and in stitchings were teachings
My fist rattled a straw in the condensed country breeze.
First of the sun and last of the sand
Of elephant heart and eucalyptus will
The tomb was torn, bones made skeleton and from earth crawled legacy.
This cage is sheath, these ribs cradle an epitome of the African Child.
Categories:
ululations, africa, celebration, culture, destiny,
Form:
Free verse
She comes from her closet
Clad in a pure white gown
The atmosphere has been charged
Joy, peace and love rule the day
All eyes suddenly drawn to one direction
No chance to look down
Lest eyes miss the spectacular scene
The glimpse of the hem of the gown,
Is enough to solicit praise and ululations
The groom awaits his bride
His eyes shine with delight
Longing for His dear bride
Come my fair one, my dove
Come into my arms my love
All is set for you and me
Shall we dance?
She walks gracefully towards her groom
From her head to her toes speak radiance
The groom has gone through much pain
to woo her,
She is ready to dance
Her heart and mind are serenaded by
her groom’s heavenly melodies
While He still sings
While He still lavishes His bride with love…
Another voice
Another song
Another promise
Another man
The voice of her beloved groom,
becomes distant
She turns around
She dances away
Her gown gets marred by shame
It gets stained by confusion
Her heart has been caught by a strange song
Her used to be spotless gown now has blemishes
The groom looks on,
Eyes filled with tears
A sharp pain pierces His soul
He sacrificed His life for His beloved bride
He is longing for His bride
Oh
The groom is longing for His dear bride
My love…He pleads…with outstretched arms
Come back, He gently pleads
We can start over
Remember I left my throne and its splendor for your sake
I love you my dove
Come let’s reason together
I still love you
I long to commune with you
Come back my bride...
Categories:
ululations, forgiveness, gospel, i love
Form:
Ballad
Brick laden air, choking breath. Red heart rent by whispers carrying your voice
Chameleon colored leaves dropping dew
Fragrant warm wind breathed on the nape of your neck
Ululations fondled, pedophilic fires lit in your loins
Disasters renewed,
Frogs trill with longing they have my voice.
Categories:
ululations, confusion, love, nature, nostalgia,
Form:
Lyric
Ahoy! Lips muzzling down the drain
Minds trying to digest
The four stomachs try to churn the chime
As everything fills up
Filled with the scent of your lies
I vow to you and you alone
That I will give my heart to no other but you
No bones will bother your carcass
Nor no tears mock your cheeks
For I will give you what you deserve
Nothing less, everything more
Whose words are those Nyamathanga?? Eh!
Streams of tears fill the gullies of my cheeks
Fertile hearts eroded by your greed and ungratefulness
The warmness of the sun no longer sustains my soul
For all I can think is your lies
Only your lies Nyamathanga
I used to sleep like a madman
With smiles attacking my lips
Smiling in my dreams
But now I snore like a train
Because of you Nyamathanga
I have eyes, he has
I have a nose, he has
I have legs, he has
What makes him Ronaldo and me Gabadinho??
What makes him take my place in your heart?
Nyamathanga, you are the sorrow of my youth
I will never forget the day I opened you
Nor I forget the day I first kissed you
I remember very well
It was there in front of them
Oh! Yes, them the vendors
With ululations and whistles filling the atmosphere
As our lips parted
Categories:
ululations, betrayal, freedom, girlfriend, irony,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I always think, big big and bigger
Less do I forget, asking why and why?
Of all that happen, not a moon bigger
Very little do care, why new no lie
Every mind target, the task ooh ******
Above and below, beside and besides
Flavored look the' pay , aside pain the' lay
I try hard somber lay, suicide but from murder
Cardinals and popes say, I say but foot shut
And then and wow, ululations no nuts
Never never to say, say after tis
When the moon waxes, the new diminishes
Over and over the moons, my meat pulls
Every case say aaai, goons beat to sigh tools
Never never to say, after tis tat
To all that see, not brand here
Of all that happen, the moon is big
I no longer cry, I no longer feel
Listen I sing lullabies, I say Shhh!
I have a reason, to stay in the Kraal
My name changes, to Mama So,
Girl is So, Kraal balloons more
Categories:
ululations, africa,
Form:
Acrostic
Where my body may dwindle,
As hunger saddles the atmosphere
But sounds of Joy will always jingle;
As Mama will lushly care
Take me to that place
Where shelter may not shield from cold,
Yet I am cuddled in love untold
Where luxury os but a tale,
But zest never goes stale
Take me to that place
Where I am clothed in nakedness,
But not stripped of my happiness
Entangled by poverty's web,
But free from the wrath of a boss
Take me to that place
Take me home!
Categories:
ululations, africa,
Form:
Ode
Owl hooting "Who you"?
Pack of wolves howl at the moon.
So alive, twilight.
I imbibe all sounds with glee.
May this night last forever!
Writing Challenge - Unburden a " U" word - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date written: 11/02/2022
Categories:
ululations, animal, emotions, imagery, moon,
Form:
Tanka