Line up weirdos in my mind -
every freak and Frankensteind -
you, duck-billed platypeau,
my aquatic portmanteau,
each hominid and hippogrift
in the East African Valley Rift,
bugged-eyed beasts, all wall-mounted -
oddballs in my head, be counted.
We once called Dogs guardians of our compounds and our heart,
Heart of the household, warm as bread and bright as blaze,
Blaze that bowed at our feet in the inaudible obscure.
Obscure fell like a butcher’s shutter across the tetragonal,
Tetragonal where fidelity once flapped its tender tail,
Tail now dangles like a query in the market air.
Air profuse with starvation, a wolf wearing a hominid face,
Face of famine, carving memory like stiff bone,
Bone soup boiling where trust once had its residence.
Residence at the table set with silver and with disgrace,
Disgrace salted into every affectionate, rented inhalation,
Inhalation of a comrade we entitled as love before it became meat.
Meat of dogs have become preferred and delicious food,
Food for some people, for lunch or diner in homes or eateries,
Eateries' existing due to man's business of murdering and hating Dogs,
Dogs suffering betrayal yet they have been loyal to man.
Poem by N. Mugisho
Our precocious President pronounces,
in patent ad hominem attack,
that those deplorable disagreeables
are notably Neanderthal.
He might be technically correct;
nasty Neanderthals existentially exist
in DNA models of most modern hominid incarnations~
even in the Commander-in-Chief!
And [God] has made from one blood every nation of men to dwell on all the face of the earth...Acts 17:26 NKJV
Welcome to my world
Please, come on in
I want to introduce you to someone
Ironically, he's my worst enemy, and my best friend
He's only three pounds
He’s somebody you see, but don't know
Some call it me
Some call it the self I don’t show
He is full of emotions
One being irrational fear
There’s visceral anger
All vestiges from his ancient hominid years
Our minds are special
It’s where we live out our lives
It’s where we perceive the world
So clarify what’s wrong and what's right
We need to make friends with our thoughts
The ones dancing frantically in our mind
Life is really what we make it - what we think it
What we see, is what we find
Never give anything you don’t know a name.
Dress your mind slowly for the world is in a hurry.
‘Dragon Man’ is as old as your Auntie
a thousand eons removed.
Is he us, are you your auntie?
Time slips downward
and goes out of sight real quick.
Humanity is as old as muscle,
The most primitive hominid
is a child of a great civilization.
There is no ‘new world order',
no 'global society',
there is ‘dragon man’ pissing in the woods
trying to figure out where he belongs
in our history books.
~~~
https://www.yahoo.com/entertainment/scientists-found-massive-dragon-man-183539077.html
A coterie of unschooled children in tow
A blind woman shambles from street to street
Stretching an emaciated hand in a row
Hoping a coin her kitty will greet
From impoverished passersby
Who tighten belts to breaking point
Restraining a famine cry
In an exclamation joint
That begs for progress
Hoping against hope
The blind undergo less stress
As dark thoughts crop
Up wondering why fate
So often unfair
Hates the pate
In which brains fare
Badly at the bottom of the pyramid
Where mosquitoes
Mistake them for a hominid
Bereft of tomatoes
For which they long
But can’t afford
Cos their pockets aren’t strong
Enough to jump on board
The tomato malady
From which urban dwellers suffer
Shady, ready already
Succour them relief can’t offer
As a coin drops into the extended hand
Eliciting a thank you
From a blessor who can’t understand
The humility that greets him anew
In a cut-throat
World that reviles the poor
Whose threadbare coat
And spoor swim in enforced stupor and torpor.
From the dawning of life,
In the depths of the sea,
One people rose above the primordial strife,
To embrace an contemporary civility,
And forged a civilization apart from their hominid brethren,
Cousins so distant their evolutionary polarity was personified as victor and loser,
Mother Earth had never seen a people so noble nor a progress so driven,
By a willpower that exceeded the basic tenants of ethnic survivors,
No, these people were meant for more than chanting half naked in the jungle,
To be more than feudal lords or subsistence farmers,
But rather to compose magnificent orchestrations played in chapels,
To forge swords of iron and travel the world as conquerors,
Uncovering the secrets of life through science and philosophy,
Establishing sophisticated societies ruled by democracy,
Do not be ashamed of your pride and honor,
Do not attempt to depreciate your heritage,
For the moon reflects the grandeur of our future,
Because we have earned our place on this earth,
And in the diary of the sun.
Ellie went to kitchen of Planet Y
And got Flagella horrifidis dry
She mixed it with flubber
Made hominid rubber
But she found no silicon chip to fry
© Rajat kanti Chakrabarty
12/02/2014
Half Past Ape!
A hominid has broken off the zoo,
It is quaffing fetid water in the loo!
When drunk with the frothy gulp
It'll pummel own wife to near pulp!
The Zoo has freed a freaking Ape
To the detriment of sexes with rape,
Just as the young fall to tantrums
Or a frenzied simian beating drums!
There's still a primitive part in us
That strongly resist to board a bus!
It haunts most when we're cruel;
Robbing another of mirth an' gruel!
18th Aug 2013
was not of folly, but of choice,
for saccharine safety on the higher ground
inside the wall
would cloy his sulpherous soul
and beating down his moble sacrifice
install a glutenous presumption
of a unity unworthy of him.
No, there must be cataclysm
in the leap, dragoons enlisted,
and a lamentation worthy of the feast...
the sighing tempered not by hominid
nor beast, but by a stubborn memory
of infant sleep,
beguiled by nothing more
than fragments in the grass.
~
The dreamer
Lies buried in the hemisphere
Like hominids nested in calcium
Upon outstretched shovel
Vermillion corridors pounce in theatrical unfolding
Its all shadows and graves say
Those cliffside with buckets of fear
While I clawed suddenly the dichotomy came clear
Now I'm hijacking lotuses from the other side
From the blank book can I
lift some questions for the lofty hopes
when I lost myself near the home ?
The fear was darting inside the white sores.
Keys were lost for the answers
and truth fell castrated.
The magic was fading from the cusps
of designs, unconceived thoughts were
seeking proportionate punishments.
Congeniality drifted from the
architect of hominid species. A nameless
storm plays havoc. Humble peaks bow
before the unmeasured meteors. You
can shut the orphanage now; no
bombs are bound for the wet crypts.
Satish Verma
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