Prehistory Poems - Poems about Prehistory

...The earth wept for no reason under a soft articulate noise of auctioned lives, a beautiful dream, slowly dying. Rottenness seeks in the soul righteous prey, grown from pure moment......

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... I am sunk deep in the dark of this day, peer out of a hollow that holds the tribe's history drawn in ochre on a rock wall. Outside is a numb, frozen world that yields little food. Animals......

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...When the ability to write manifested itself among the many learned minds, accounting, and recordkeeping too, had manifested as what has become known to be called, history. The routine breakdown, a......

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...SEASON OF MYTHS Inspired, but unlike all the rest Driven, with a burning fervour So determined to begin a quest Not as a dispassionate observer Assumed the mantle of a sleuth With research an......

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...I live in a town where all things go in reverse. The bushes grow reversely, shrink smaller back into seeds, and roll back into the past-life seeds. The river flows reversely, very swiftly. My f......

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...Yacking Yang Left Brain Seeks ego-health information Now While Right Brain wealth of green integrity sees/hears smells/tastes feels/touches ecosystemic bilaterally redundant experiences......

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...[David Kavanagh’s recent poem, ‘Of Infinity’ so astonished me in its similarity to my own pet theory, that I was inspired to finish this poem that I had been struggling to get right.] ......

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...Dame Judy Dench Loves to fish for Tench When she fixes her motor She uses a wrench If she’s feeling tired she sits down on a bench, DJD is polylingual; Her favourite language is French, When s......

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...The sand is stained red with our bygone blood, the blood that brought us from Ararat to the Alti, a tribe trekking intrepidly through the Eurasian terrain, caravans of Caucasians clad with Celtic......

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...Once upon a time, an eight year old Black and Green and Brown and Red and Blue Lives Matter ultra-nonviolent kid wrote an ultra-violet note to him/herself about stuff s/he needed to full-rainbow......

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...a fragment of before prehistory rhetorical relic some long ago thought where imagination blooms as reality withers not quite dead our dreams become fermentations something to sip when it ......

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...Preterists want back their laurels lost, fingers crossed. Predators pray for their ruling permanence at the rest's cost, fingers crossed. So many fingers, so much paltriness; So soon their crossing......

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...It sat still watching. Then a dash, as it saw me – that damned rabbit. How, where, had it breached my defences to eat my veg to reduce my broccoli to stalks my leeks to the ground. ......

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...He Sits Waiting Patiently On the white heather With green and gold enamelled head. A Late Summer Visitor Lazing in the sun : A dragonfly with lace-like wings. Like A Fossil, Motion......

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...ancient hope a moderately heavy mass of emergent winds, kick up sleeping debris from the surrounding space, spreading its floating carpet, singing in concert with sultry wings, humid and upwardly ......

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