Homo Erectus Poems


AN ENDANGERED MOUSE

A man is born homo-Erectus
Into a world
Where women wants 
To usurp authority
A world where
Women will electrocute her man
If she can’t wrap him
Around her little fingers
Thus I often beg God
For one big favor…
Let me die
The death of the righteous
The day I become
An endangered mouse
Categories: homo erectus, animal, destiny, emotions,
Form: Light Verse

I Tried But Cant Do It His Way

I
Go placidly amid the guile, ingratitude, and hate, he said
Max Ehrmann, we believe, trumpeted the peace of silence
In that famous poem, urban legend says, found in a Baltimore church
Go placidly amid chaos? Alone?  I asked even as I attempted
But jinxed myself in making a mantra of I can't do so much

II
Was I not made for communion? As with the first Adam, or *****Sapien
Or even Australopithecines, and *****Erectus (Handy human, *****habilis)?
We all have had our romantic moments, heroes, Romeo, Wendolene
O how I miss the angry determination and dignity of youth
Integrity before Eternity; life's increasing lessons in humility
Categories: homo erectus, absence, age, anniversary, culture,
Form: Rhyme


Premium MemberI Felt Foolish

Let’s make man *****erectus the teacher said.
I did not know what they meant,
thinking it might be an appendage we should not add
As this Legos project was being done as a group project
in a fourth-grade class.
I voiced my concerns.
The teacher looked horrified.
She suggested that I look up *****erectus.
I did and felt foolish now; I could barely look at her.
I had never heard of the Pleistocene period
and barely knew where Indonesia was.
Maybe you could help with the lemonade stand?
The teacher suggested.
I ran to get the cups.
Categories: homo erectus, humorous,
Form: Light Verse

Premium Member*****Erectus

*****Erectus

     There was once a *****Erectus

     Who said, “The World did not expect us,

     But for better or worse,

     We came along first,

     Now Sapiens want to connect us.”
Categories: homo erectus, humorous,
Form: Limerick

Human

the Abrahamic God is dead! but Spinoza's God is not dead!
Neanderthal is dead
*****erectus is dead
but Chimpanzee is not dead
Orangutan is not dead
Human is not dead.
Categories: homo erectus, humanity,
Form: ABC


Noisy Little Monkey

Noisy Little monkey

Techno junkie, clever monkey
Australopithecine
Habilis in magic mist
Little Lucy's dream

Swingers in city sky
*****erectus being
sunlit opposing thumbs
sad bipedal thing...

Flint knapper back stabber
rapping dancer man 
tippers, dark skin tappers
ancient mountain clans

Neanderthal folk dying oak
river crashing sounds 
rumbling in that stormy pass
above ancestral ground
 
Searching warming grass
Silent monkeys dared 
Invented gods of love and fear
hung them in the stars

Remember fingers in winter corn
Oh warriors of the plain long lost
Sapient kings of a dying earth
just shadows in approaching dusk
Categories: homo erectus, history, remember,
Form: I do not know?

Sms

We text love
Text we hate
We transmit feelings
Transmit we abuse
Don’t you kiss her textually
Only to amuse?
Sennacherib emerged on the banks of Nokianvarta
And with his royal-rage cellular
Encaged the runner-Hezekiah
And sealed the fate of post offices forever!
The handset, a giant miniaturized for your palm
Keeps you composed and calm
Ethero-numerically couriering your personal psalm.

O bonsied rectangular giant
Imprisoned in the cellular container
You have rendered surface mail redundant
You have made defunct the iconic runner
A whole tribe you have buried and the letter.

O digital Aladin’s lamp
Your service of the thousand years
Your multi-task Janus-runner static
Frowns at letters as ‘snail mail’ and old pedantic
Making the warm, emotion-soaked letters dodoic.

No more does Pamela ink her pangs and passion
She just keys-in and presses ‘send’ button.
Now Obama texts, Putin texts
And Modi texts and ‘mudi’ texts
Lover texts and hater texts
You text, they text and I text
With or without pretext.
And hence Carolus Lineous
From the other end of the horizon 
On a new echelon
Puts the *****erectus-
*****sapiens, the *****textus.
Categories: homo erectus, change, humor, time,
Form: Free verse

China God

*****Erectus, from the moment 
that he looked into the dome above
and knew he could not stand to be alone,
raised up "El" in his own image,
let him step between our weakness 
and our fears, then prostrate,  
groped in vain to reach a new reality
that seeks escape as its device
that glories in the niceties 
of elegance, of twists and swirls, 
baroque enhancing of an argument
now creased with time.

And vanity it is, all second sight,
all flowers in the night
that we had breathed before and loved,
and fell upon with tears.
It is these pinpoint moments
flashing at us, that contain
a universe, a glory
to sustain a life, an era
made of breath, a now
that may not fade away.

The hunger does it...the holy lust
that drives us to ascension
in the mist of morning,
some kind of rapture
we were called to,
back within the cave. 
         ~
Categories: homo erectus, faith, universe,
Form: Free verse

The Golden Stool

The Golden Stool

 Offer me the sacrosanct golden stool
 To rest my bottom,
 Cursed! And of course abominable it is
 The Asantihene possesses it,
 I will rather then be banish from being;
 And become a bottomless bottoms
 A riddle riddled with contour,
 It is uncomfortable anyway,
 I will rather seat on an armchair
 Listening to the howling wind from Elmina;
 Telling stormy tales of the beginning,
 Of million sunk soul ancestors departed;
 In ocean-farer Columbus minute sail,
 Neither I examine buttocks of Homo- erectus
 With magnifying glasses,
 Nor listen to naked maidens cuddling calabash;
 Filled with soft breadfruits
 Strolling on marble tarmac roads,
 But to virgins with unripe chest mangoes;
 Dancing and queuing at my hut stepping,
 Listen to mothers mingling backed urchins
 Hoping in hope load of sacks;
 In uncountable mileage
 To dispose and bring back joy of cowries;
 Labouring farmer hue mounds in hectares,
 Rose in a grunt
 Nostalgically, looked hazily back and future;
 I must do a little bit more, more and more,
 Mounds, until I reach tip end of the earth;
 The hunegred yawns must be fill.
Categories: homo erectus, history
Form: Free verse
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