Long Cannibal Poems
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i sank before
not knowing
that your
form
would be
before me
at the alter
universe
and yet
upset at
your altar
bothered
i have
been praying
some would
say preying
but
a muse
is a muse
is a
muse
so
she let me
selectively
seduce
parts
but not
all
of her
Oliver
Twist
may I
have
not more
but another
only for me
to discover
under
the sheets
not even
complete
she arose
not a rose
is a rose
is a rose
but
before me
adorned her
a sheet
not
a shrine
but a
Stein
so
i laughed
not aghast
for she
was just
a sheet
incomplete
of feet
and
toes that
those say
are
quite
delicious
if i were
a cannibal
but
her body
serves
as a seven
course
meal
that i
rate
as
a ten
but then
again and
again
i might
say that
she is
always
a five
course
meal
tens
are
hens running
round finding
not
found
how
the fox
got in
and so
the moral
of this story
is beyond me
i was lost
and fell
asleep
after
the first
mono toned
maniac that wrote
"i sank before"
please god
send a
raven
to say
his or
her
cued
lines
on a bust
disgustedly
saying, "nevermore"
Form:
#Come_let's_pray
Bring me the drum, the world is losing shape, I wanna beat echoes of my forefathers, rekindle my roots to take course, Africa and the world needs spiritual intervention, now
Take off my shoes, this journey is sacred, the sound from my drum wakes much more than anticipated,
I hear prophets with tongues, pleading for hope and safety,
The Rastafarians burning the cannibal, Islams and Hinduism both bowing up and down, Allah and Heil se lassie summoned
my listening ear continues to vibrate as it receives sangomas clapping hands with respect , communicating the enough is enough message to the ancestors
There's a backing of humming Christians , worshipping . Others kneeling while others standing, raising high their hands, pleading with the creator
My hands intensifies on the drum, the beating impacts my surrounding, traditional healers, medical doctors, seers and fortune tellers, hand to hand like a chain , the problem connects us,
Our differences invisible, all hearts dripping with pain, the sufferings pierces every blood dripping flesh,
These murders, these sicknesses, the violence, hunger, poverty and all sorts of crimes against humanity, like a slave's back, tattooed with stripes from his masters cane, the blisters visible on all our faces,
we are now forced to the prayer, come lets pray
#Poetic_Ink
Everyone has left the house, leaving me for the night.
Leaving me here alone and free. Free with the shimmering moonlight.
I’ve got hours and ages to do all I want. All I want in this empty place.
Actually, no, I’d better start to clean, convert this room to a happy party space.
Hmmm, clean this? No, not yet. Right now I’ve a better thought.
First I need to eat some food. What’s in the fridge? Not much really, well ….. nought!
I might order pizza, yes, pizza and beer and then I’ll clean this room.
Up goes the stereo, rock on in a trance, and dance with this broom.
Hey, there’s heaps of floor to dance on in front of the T.V. set.
I wonder what’s on tonight, I know, this tele has the internet.
Just five minutes of You Tube before I clean…. That was never four hours.
It was just random stuff: biggest fails, funny animals, and unusual cannibal flowers.
Actually, I’m a bit tired now, before I clean I’ll just have a little quick snooze.
Wow, what happened there? The sun came up, Oh man, I’m still in my shoes.
Pizza boxes, empty beer bottles on top make a glorious morning sight.
When everyone gets back they’re going to think that I partied hard all night.
Alas, fun intentions and plans to clean, laughs with a small spirited break,
End in nothing happening, a virtual party, then waking with a small headache.
If i could talk with Kelly.? What would the convo be.? About; the times he ranged the
Bush, shot his own game; and tuckered free.'
He was only young, a hero now.' Who handed back
Mortgage papers, he'd liberated WOW.' good
Action Ned, you did not just sling lead! And
There ' were also some lowlifes who wanted
You dead' I reckon what Ned would answer me.' Is i did, what I could with what I had the
Rest is history..Had a few more stood? We
Would have shattered the chains.' That held
Us under, I reckon thats pretty plain.' Do you like
A drop of whiskey..I'd have to offer him you see.? to
This free strong Aussie spirit, I'd say that he'd agree'
We both could take a shot.' And i would embrace the man, who rode really With his
Familiy, rode against an (evil gang) made up of
Some blackgaurds.. they called themselves
Victoria constabulary, they would oppress, and shoot
And hang; way;way too many.' Not the type who worked
For real peace, they hired cannibal black trackers, that said upon Ned should feast.' No wonder he was bushranging .' Much better than being eaten, after death.? Yet as we
Know he shot it out..Against a great mob of these scummy
Cops.' Ned you did your best, mate stay at rest
I raise a glass today.' I toast the memory of
Ned Kelly.' One more true hero, of a whole and hard country.!
12/30/20
Feeling like a human
Trying to avoid financial ruin
With marijuana and alcohol, I've been abusive
Yet I've still been lucid
Not completely useless
Despite me being foolish
To me music
Is rather therapeutic
I'm feeling like an actual
Animal
Evolving and being adaptable
Not concerned with capital
Or being impractical
Close and far from objects that are flammable
Life going up, down and diagonal
People are weirdos, like Hannibal
Happy to be a cannibal
I'm fallible
Feeling detachable
Or radical
Among items considered 'taxable'
Got the job done by being rational
Not tyrannical
What I learned and experienced is invaluable
Searching white streaks in sullen clouds
thousand thoughts clutter an empty mind
cry of seagulls drown in wave of sighs
torments a lonely soul, in sad eyes
An elegant spring day lost in vapid heart
embosoms a winter night, too cold for me
a blanket of misty memory on icy tears
torments a lonely soul, in sad eyes
Crashes a landslide of melancholy rocks
cannibal guilt tears in twinges of pain
within half peeled layers of numb skin
torments a lonely soul, in sad eyes
Longing warmth of love, a wildfire burns
charcoal ash remains, in a cobweb corner
"Give up all dreams", howls a blinded sight
torments a lonely soul, in sad eyes
I reach the edge of a mountain,
a lurid stream flows down to sea,
and in bitter briny breeze, I live for everyone.
Only my lonely soul , I miss...
and in comfort of my sad eyes, then I cry
2nd May, 2020
Sponsor John lawless
Contest Name ONE FROM THE DARK SIDE
Title chosen To a Lonely Soul, Sad of Eyes
Sponsor Edward Ibeh
Contest Pick-A-Title, Vol 16 - Free Verse 2
My dreams are nightmares.
I am forced to stay awake through sleepless nights
so I won’t hear the lamentations of my ghosts.
Endless monologues with my demons.
The devil fears the darkness that perfumes my mind,
a descendant of a cannibal tribe.
I violate all human laws
that massacre my dignity.
Being a slave is not in my plans.
It’s war until the graveyard.
Indelible scars,
medals to adorn my boldness.
The suffering my body endures
turns my life into a horror film.
I hate the human species
and I have no pet to compensate.
These insatiable parasites call me a psychopath.
I dream of slitting a pedophile’s throat
before the eyes of a rapist
waiting for his hour of execution.
I am a predator,
I will never endure their persecutions.
Hatred has replaced love in my heart.
A hardened criminal, not sentimental.
Nothing romantic,
poetry is grim
like the entrails of hell.
I carry the lights of darkness,
like the chains
that gnawed at the flesh of my dehumanized ancestors
in slave plantations.
I hate misery
and the savagery of capitalism.
I am addicted to life
like a junkie hooked on his dose of crack.
I will end up in the mud
on which I urinate every day.
I will end up consumed
by these fleeting vanities.
I go off-road
on the highway of dissent,
with my neuroses
and my transgressions as rearview mirrors.
No box, no code, no rules,
I am an outlaw.
With copper-toned skin, like the shoes of American supremacists
during the transatlantic slave trade,
traces of lashes
are still visible on my face.
Unadulterated emotional anguish linkedin...
Regarding inconsolable screaming infant
christened Matthew Scott Harris woke
eureka insight about said newborn self,
experiences ultra sensitivity courtesy
loud noises and/or sleep disruption.
I purportedly cried mine
trademark noisy hullabaloo
no matter pallor turned
fifty plus shades of blue
nonstop nary a clue
lovely writhing baby bones
pitiful sight Matthew
eventually, invariably, and ostensibly
slumped into fatigue he brew
utter exhaustion and drew
round the clock few
till helplessness that no hue
man parental unit knew
not remedy only
parental frustration didst ensue,
nein body but mother coaxed xanadu
quickly instinctually, and
dotingly attempted to construe
why "mama's boy" solely
wanted her, she knew
not why, I only permitted
maternal acquiescence to quell grew
absolute zero clue
scant hours earlier yesterday
November 26th, 2019
inexplicable insight shone through
after decades long mystery adieu
reckon unlikely circumcised as Jew,
albeit Unitarian in
later years voluntarily withdrew
attendance basically, I now eschew
contemplative, introspective, and meditative
hodgepodge transcendental spirit chew
wool awareness keenly, profoundly,
and unexpectedly piqued
clear out of the blue
courtesy oppressive wallop true
red hot volcanic rage, a violent brew
within walls of b44 deathstill milieu
expressed in most recent previous poem,
previous poem titled Even if yours truly
could repeat every grade...
where I maintain hermitage milieu
experiencing violent ready to slew
myself and/or spouse, but... whew
blinding, deafening, frothing...
heaving, jackknifing lacerating
as iterated to you
Fred Flintstone's catchphrase,
he hightailed jabbering yabadabadoo
lest his fate witness him
serving as cannibal stew
unbearable, unmanageable, untenable...
eventually subsided without
limp or lifeless body ignoble deed
yours truly did eschew.
If I took my heart out of its cage
you would think: "ah offal, just meat,
fresh blood if I eat it quickly."
.
Crazily, you call 'need' love,
you're crazed, heartless,
a cannibal, a crippled dog
baying at a savage moon.
Limp tongues turn to syrup eventually.
Clearly these bodies are ravaged temples,
apes howl about its holy alter.
And yet, cherries are flesh,
their sweetness is in the hunger.
I drink and remember your face,
it is a landslip,
pushed by one iron gray hair.
We are mad, madly unhitched,
we hang from a mirage of love,
dangle from its limp sinews,
lips puckered,
ever willing to name
the unnamable, what it is not.
Said the Witch
to the Cannibal Giant,
It's nice that you have good intentions
of diet reform.
Now exhausted,
and polluted,
by your competitions against Earth
and all Her win/win life-serving Tribes,
now you are noticing
how the other half lives
for cooperatively-held co-ownership
with Earth's healthy wealth
residing in harmonic bicameral balance.
It's nice that you see your reformed egocentric head-hunting,
monetizing,
counting,
hoarding win/lose shallow victory ways
as ultimately tipping toward ecological conclusions
of theological humanity Loss
co-gravitating divine Earth universally Losing climate health wealth.
It's nice that you would retire from Cannibal Giant
narcissist
to cooperatively invest in proudly patriotic residence
deeply learning co-investment
in sacred/secular bilateral Earth,
An inhabitated right-brain integral universe
composed of DNA-inspired EarthTribes
scribes
gardeners and farmers
composters and recyclers and repurposers
poets and cooperative team philosophers
so in love with Earth's spatial Here
and temporal Now,
Left and Right
Ego and EcoHabitat
YangStrength and YinFlow
Out and In
Nature and Spirit
co-invested Space and Time
secular Precession and sacred Recession,
Either/Or ecological competitions
to robustly serve Both/And theological co-operations
metric and nutritional
healthy and wealthy
truth and beauty,
But, such Earth patriotism
is fake without win/win actions,
commitments,
cooperative co-investment
with and for,
in and on,
through and absorbed within Earth's iconic
regenerate
transubstantiating
creolizing
health-wealthing DNA
and RNA fractal dynamics
of Gaian scripture
voicing co-acclimating wealth
toward win/win Paradise,
Prophetic home of reformed Cannibal Giants
becoming Integral EarthMessiahs
for healthy wealth In/ExForm/Flow
co-investing inclusively in Green Sanctuary images
bilaterally enriching communal memories
reborn of East/West
ecofeminist
matriarchal
Witches.