(“Tapestry”, 2025, original encaustic)
Have you ever been taken in by the story
Delivered some place foreign and strange
Yet familiar and true?
Of course you have, as all humans do.
Vocalized, visualized, subliminally dreamed
That is our lot.
From bedtime stories to books and movies
Our lives leap gladly into the novel.
And oh what awaits us there!
Portals and corridors
Into what transcends the individual
And so transcends even our humanity.
I dreamt once of being a bridge
Literally not figuratively
And I’m sure I’ve also dreamt of being
More animate nonhuman things
The dream after all
In all its animate and inanimate forms
Is simply a creation of our mind
Our mind made illusively flesh and fiber
Fueled with all the tinder of waking experience
But brought to a frothing boil
By something more
Something that only comes alive
Taking form and shape
In the telling.
(11/15/25)
Robotic!
Courageous, fearless and Inquisitive guy!
Wild and free, I would be,
Self-propelled intelligent tool.
Pacing through the darkness!
Screeching the storms and meteorites!
Defeating radiations and wandering free!
Travelling silently through the space!
Bouncing on the moon!
Spinning around the blackholes!
Exploring the Sun, when benumbed with the cold.
Yellow, red, orange, blue and green,
Leaving footprints where ever I go!
Sensing the spirits and greeting Aliens,
I would be a bug who loves to explore.
NONHUMAN POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
14th July, 2020
If you have to do anything in furious moderation,
Please do not let it be electronic, I-pad automation.
The techno-magic- facetime and texting surely fits our station.
Keeping us in a perpetual state of nonhuman communication.
If you do not know this already, you are on a mind-less vacation
Living in a cave with bears, who are also in a state of hibernation.
From evil minds , savage ways . Rooted , ingrained near impossible to change . Shielded in mist of false truth , deeds contrary to reality of what is portrayed . For in minds of men with bent perception truth is what is believed , not reality . Truth is made by might , forces higher than themselves . For if the core of what you stand for is misguided the branches that emanate they shall be blinded as well . Morality non-existent for their hated ones are nonhuman . Perception lost in shades of race . Injustice to those who are weaker , noble men who are raised to oversee the playing field leveled for equality between the great divide not lift a finger . Nobility , virtue twisted by staying in power , perception dictated by money that enhances , enriches the cruelty of men of injustice . No respect for the innocents of children , for they are viewed as animals for monsters in shades of blue to beat . For all to see , none to deny . Women's rights , so if the weaker of us have no justice then how can there be any . Where are the women of justice from women abroad . Shame on noble men who rule over the law of the land , but bent on greed .
she couldn’t get a tan that would make the grade round prom time &
so off to the cancer cocoons she went,
cooking herself crisp &
as orange as barbecued chicken---
after the prom & all of the
comments on her appearance which
beef up her ego,
she decides that this look has to be the one that stays &
on & on
the routine continues throughout the year
cooking herself
until a perpetual nonhuman glow
emits from her body 24/7 &
at home, at night,
nobody needs a night light anymore,
because she can lead the way through the dark
like a light stick that has just been cracked
before being flung around at a rave---
inviting all the basal cell cancer, squamous cell
carcinoma & melanoma,
she goes to sleep displeased with her natural beauty,
bathed in a tangerine tint &
dreams of better days when she can walk in cali
with her head held high.
Burn me
in the hour of brightness,
floating in my pyre
alone.
Lay with me
all I love-
nonhuman.
Set in
the oaken craft,
(crypt),
I drift towards
openness,
as flaming arrows
lofted at me
ignite
my longship
in a spectacle
of sorrow,
freeing me to enter
Valhalla.
Horns sound off
my requem
as waves pull me out
to the abyss,
blazing
as bright as a star.
As the flames die down
I rise
out of my ashes.
I discard
my human ties
as all upon the shore
stand silent
and happy.
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