Long Domestication Poems
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The tabby slinkily strutted across the yard
fresh kill held loosely in diamond teeth;
a turtle dove, its tiny head bobbing,
to the lazy rhythm of the loping cat.
A flash of pink spangled collar
around a plump, too fleshy neck
bears witness to a home;
domestication of a sort.
Still warm; the feathers barely ruffled
the offering limpidly dropped with pride
onto soft white cushions of a couch
will be repaid with loving words, treats,
a hand gliding along a soft arched back.
The cat, again among familiar things
will guiltless drowse, exhausted
from the day's first kill.
The dove will rot; its putrefying body
trashed among the other scourings.
Two hatchlings with gaping yellow beaks
wait vainly; abandoned, they too will die.
The cat's companion tends the feeder,
enjoying morning birdsong in her garden.
Turtle doves, red-listed birds,
now, three fewer.
The tiger, majestic and proud
Fearless, strong and solitary
A predator by nature
Domineering yet wary
The dove, gentle and harmonious
Passive and apprehensive
A free spirit by nature
But always on the defensive
The jungles most perilous feline
Encounters the fragile dove
A most unlikely pair
Yet they have found love
Their journey will be a challenge
Obstacles in every direction
A never ending conflict
Between rage and affection
Each possesses, what the other lacks
Complimenting and yet taunting
A compromise of character
Is what they are wanting
She wants his intemperance
He wants her domestication
Together seeking a compromise
In search of salvation
The dove cannot tame him
Or dismiss his need for the hunt
She must accept who he is
Placing him at the forefront
The tiger cannot disengage her
Or deride her passion to nest
He must accept who she is
Keeping her abreast
The future lies uncertain
For the tiger and the dove
But they can conquer anything
If they just remember to love
I am a wild animal by blood and nature
Loving the outdoors each chance I get
Bred to be a domesticated pet
Free range is the only way I know to be
Why am I sent to obedient schools and camps
Force to follow instructions/rules
Move only on when given command
Put in a containers, crates, or boxes
Why am I punished if I be destructive to the house
Hit with objects and yelled at to make me obey
Lock me in a basement or crate for accident
Abandon me if I don't follow your house rules
I am not a fan of the leash that restricts me
Pulling/ snatching on my neck to control me
Don't allow me to socialize or sniff around on walks
Not permitted to greet others who welcomes me
Some families keep me tether in the yard
Chained to the porch, tree or fence
The sun is very hot and snow is hard on my paws
Frozen water is a blast; ant covered food suck
Love cuddling and playing with children and adults too
Some times my duty is to watch your house
Looking out the window watching others play
Upon arrival at home, you too tired to allow to be outside
Short brisk outing to pee/poo after being inhouse all day
No socializing due to technology taking the attention
Roaming because of boredom, no stimulation for my brain
Just eating and sleeping has the become the norm
Bottom line,
I was bred for your satisfactions
Remember I'm a wild animal by genetics
Health problems stems from domestication
Domestication is costly.
So peace and love era has gone, I remember it was
Ridiculed and forgotten - for the sake of what good, that came later?
What exactly was hindered so much that govt had to impose
Technological hell for the domestication of anything greater?
But how could peace and love interfere with impressive achievements
Of the modern technologies, or the economical dues?
I can’t find a credible answer that really withstands
A simple question above, telling me inconvenient truth
Were political animals so full of s..t that they saw
A deadly threat to the production of conflicts and wars
If peaceful and loving approach will be spreading out more
So they slandered all hippies and those whom they couldn’t endorse
Have a look what achievement we’ve got, what’s the current agenda
Who on earth would acclaim that its what the humanity’s for?
Once they stopped peace and love, now the message returns to a sender:
Those who ridiculed peace, pay our money to ridicule war.
What beauty is heard when a caged bird sings
In its own; sad vanity to be heard
Such; in its own sorrow, sadness it brings
This being; the plight of a lonesome bird
Sending its message; within its own song
Gives its all; hoping you will heed its call
Yearning for freedom; it's where it belongs
Yet sadly: its song is its own downfall
A dream of beyond its own cage is fraught
No such survival beyond it's own bars
Domestication; is all it is taught
In its lack of freedom, carries the scars
But; in its own diversity, it sings
Just so some happiness; to you it brings
Indiana Shaw . . .
People of sacred Cornucopias
found ourselves politically alone
competing to survive
in Earth's choking climates
of totally domesticated and over-run despair,
then neglect,
then more actively terrorizing abuses.
Corn People,
PolyCultural Planners,
greeting Yang-behaving bean bodies
growing up and into our digestive tracks
and tracts,
our speaking parts,
to sing like tassels
our Divine Corn and humane Yang-beanish ego-rising lines
of harmony
co-arising nondual Earth anthems
of graceful GreatSpirit incarnation.
Domesticating corn people
finally also meet Yin's squashed voices
flowing bilaterally out
well-grounded cooperative incorporations
intending divine corn
and Yang-bean
and Yin-squash
mutually braiding
weaving up and out
trimesters of rich
and deep
nutritional development,
with winter dormancy in-between
summerish diastasis.
Corn and Bean and Squash diversity
during August pre-birth deliveries
reduce competitive domesticating relationships
to favor cooperative democratizing trinities,
of Spirit and Body and Bilateral Flowing UnSquashed Minds.
These corny holonic domesticating resources
enjoy differentiated cultural climates,
Diverse partners prevailing
through multicultural nutritional landscapes
up and out,
down-rooting and inward feeding feeling
as outward bleeding
into each Other's Common-Space
and side-by-side solidarity reforesting times.
People of the Corn
and beans and squash,
co-domesticating temporal WinWin differentiations,
preoccupying Earth's global climate
in different times of day and night,
months and years,
transgenerational eras and stages
of mutual democratization
into trust
bean-sprouting
within interdependent pumpkin patches.
People of the Corn
invite diverse beanish vertical needs
and polypathic squashy tendril outputs
in different revolving stages
of our mutual domestication,
integrity empowered
through deep nutritional gardens
and forests of time,
like climates of Earth,
organically democratizing solidarity.
People of sacred wild Cornucopias
found ourselves politically atoned
through competing to survive
in Earth's stroking strumming climates
of globally democratizing,
healthy wealth,
Original PolyCultural Intention.
Scars Left Behind
As a slave I was a product of the broker,
and a commodity as a result of the purchaser.
Both of them made me to be,
valuable and hunted like honey bee.
Hunting and ambushed done in the village,
killing and plundering had become prestige.
As children and women when left died,
I was taken with others and then caravanned.
The Chief and Mtemi had war waged,
For Guns and Cloths were then paid.
The Banyans of India paid the capital,
Whilst Arab of Oman set the arrival.
Some servant some prisoners all were slaved,
With Ivory on shoulders but all day walked.
From Katanga and Malavi to coastal wealthy,
Bagamoyo and Kilwa we laid our sympathy.
Hundred and million were shipped forever,
The Arabs and Whites snatched our mother.
And slavery life had became our song,
Plantation and domestication had been our belonging.
Some died some survived with loosing hearts,
A misery generation maintained the scars.
In the neighboring land with pain results,
As was racist, hardworking with broken hearts.
LUCAS ALEX MKUDE poem.
("And Dream Of Sheep", 2018, original encaustic)
La La Land
Somewhere out beyond these solid walls
A wilderness howls
While inside dogs lay sleeping
Contented on hearth and couch.
Here domestic bliss rules
A world of kindness and soft play
There the tough and wild ways still hold
A world where dog occasionally does eat dog.
These walls so hard won,
Protecting the soft and kind,
Hold back what we each fear
While yearning to know more.
But you can’t have it both ways
Ways which parted so long ago,
The wild, which will always be,
And a la la land as sweet as we can dream.
(12/31/23)
With magnetic fascination
akin to domestication
I connect with Ms. Rabbit’s dawn.
Four babies she’s laid in my lawn.
Provoked by supernal emotion
stirred by a sense of procreation
I cancel lawn fertilizer.
Grass cutter? I will advise her.
Unparalleled admiration
drives my kids to affirmation.
They promise to protect new pets
no bikes, baseballs or bayonets.
Deeply compelled, preservation
builds a hutch in exaltation.
Field glasses from my window pane
track nature’s risks: sun, wind and rain.
July 6, 2019
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for contest FINETUNE THIS, A COLLABORATION sponsored by Line Gauthier
AFFINITY WITH NATURE
by Line Gauthier
Magnetic fascination
Kin to emancipation
A connection internal
Stirs emotions supernal
Nature is unparalleled
Provokes intoxication
As we feel deeply compelled
To exalt admiration
FERAL
Really, I'm normal
The different is my hair long sometimes matted
More jagged teeth longer nails in claws
in a wild state... feral
Escaping captivity and or domestication
Instead of meow, I snarl and roar
"a feral cat"
Resembling a wild animal
Try to catch me place me in a barrel
Feral
fierce, ferocious, vicious, savage, predatory, menacing, bloodthirsty
"a feral snarl"
So what does it mean to be a feral
Wild, unkempt, unclean, angry;
Was once at peace but now in the wild;
Was once at peace but now in the wild;
Could even be a plant but are mainly Animal
Feral
7/29/18
Feral Poetry Contest
Sponsored by:Anthony Slausen