Ululate Poems | Examples

African Rain

It falls with grace.
Metallic bawls hail the strength of zinc roofs.
At the mercy of the thatch,
Drops drip from needle points of skeletal
Palm fronds.
Particles of rain descend on thresholds
Among dewed terrains.
The petrichor befriends the atmosphere,
Caressing limpid warmth with floating cold.
Lightning, a white dancing Anaconda, races with speed,
Filling the tenebrous plains with lights of hope.
Troubled skies ululate through the power of thunder.
I always recline on that liquid voice!
Rainmakers cream their palms
And roast fresh leaves of
Epochal petals
Plucked from somnolent trees.
Bubbles, green and full of life, puke,
Filling up the mouths of burning woods.
Grey darkness suggests the pleasant wars of
May through October,
When distant wayward drops
Trickle before the deafening deluge.
I hail the blandishments of July
For the society of fattened yams and the
Worthy tendrils —festooned confetti of ceremonial
Harvests.
Droughts yawn in vain when the attitude of
Wet seasons befriends the skies,
Yielding fecund grimes that grace the soil.

How to make love to a didgeridoo VI

Antiquated pipeline geysers ravage starry nebulae, blast ash. The hurricane bankrupts reed origami masts. It splits overripe pomegranates. Wild animal guitar buzzes, echoing through shattered valleys.

Electrified abdomen dowels bobble and quiver. Balloons, gemstones, hot coals ululate. Feral cello cherries frost and educate potholes. They mold cracked roads into jagged mosaics of fire and ice.

Fractured aqueduct sprays liquid yogurt galaxies across the void. The tempest collapses bamboo paper cranes. It bursts ripe garnet figs. Savage harp lion roars. Untamed lyre berries chant anthems.

ULUTATE MOURN-

Mourn person’s loss or death;
Person was lost in life, fleeting breath, taken left;
Now found in death sorrow, wail, and moan;
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And groan sore, weep, cry, sob torn;
Beat one’s breast, 
Ululate



7/15/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©

We Are the Light

Be the light. We are the light.

We are the light 
By Michelle Morris
17/11/2020

In their eyes you may be incomplete 
as they seek out the shiny baubles and squeak of shallow vessels and find them not wanting, 
despite human nature being peacock taunting.

By their lips they may ululate, 
the wars and strife who souls duly break, 
but of you they may scorn 
for you break the mould by quiet storms.

In their eyes you may be incomplete 
for human beings have clay for feet;
we hurt and claw and crash and burn,
slaughter and fight against, and turn.

By their lips they may not celebrate your existence born by fate and choice;
for those who have the highest climb 
must do so alone with no solace or voice. 

We are the ones: The leaders and saviours of the undeserving masses who would not give us the light of day; but we are the Light and He sees all, and those humans remain very small in comparison to the universe's thrall - 

Our crown of thorns transmuted 
victoriously to glorious gold;
Our enemies defeated for good 
as we claim saved souls.

© Michelle Morris, 2020

Women Celebrating Born Babies

Let me tell you what women do,
After a child’s delivery is through.
The birds, too, know: they jubilate 
While animated ones ululate!

Adoration of baby simply true,
Eyes feasting on the frail thing Glad Glue
Foreplay’s sex women simulate
Hoping to future births stimulate…

A-once-childless his bad luck slew:
The same as saying ‘Reproach flew!
‘Unmarried’ to Married’ imitate,
Long celibacy to hearts palpitate…

Wriggling of waists no wasted strength, 
Face powdering taken to a length; 
“Who in the end shall look like baby?”
Talcum, help me to seem a baby!”
The powder is not free; you drop cash;
To declare one has no cash rash!

Which U

I was asked to write about u
With which l became confused
My understanding of what was required
Left me feeling somewhat bemused

A little unclear 
And somewhat in doubt
Whether it is the alphabet or “U” words
Or Me (U) I write about

Well, “U” in the alphabet is letter twenty one
In between T and V at the very end
A  tight gang called “The Vowels”
Are “U’s” best friends

Ululate ,unasinous ,ucalegon 
“U” words just to state a few
What the dickens they mean 
I actually haven’t a clue 

Lastly, me in this “U” poem
Well , I am not that interesting it’s true
To be quite honest
I’d rather talk about “U”

A New Dawn Yet To Come

AN OLD SUN HAS SET
THE LIGHT HAS WENT OFF
A NEW DAWN IS YET TO COME

THE GIANT HAS FALLEN
THE BIG STAR HAS FALLEN
I HAVE FALLEN,I HAVE FALLEN TODAY TO RISE AGAIN TOMORROW

I VOW TO COME BACK AGAIN
I WILL RISE AGAIN TO MY FORMER GLORY AND SHINE
I WILL SHINE AGAIN LIKE THE BRIGHTEST STAR
I WILL IGNITE THE FIRE IN ME ONCE MORE
I WILL COME BACK WITH A VENGEANCE
I SHALL COME BACK IN A SPEED OF LIGHT,LIKE A RUNAWAY TRAIN WITH NO BRAKES

I WILL RETURN TO CLAIM MY PLACE,MY POSITION IN THE CORPORATE WORLD
THE LIGHT WILL SHINE UPON ME
I WILL BE SHOWERED WITH SO MUCH PRIDE 
SONGS OF HAPPINESS AND JUBILATION WILL BE SUNG
ANCESTRAL ENTOURAGE WILL ULULATE BEYOND THE GROUND
CELEBRATING THEIR DAUGHTERS SUCCESS AND BRIGHT FUTURE

Afghanistan Contest

Machine guns tattoo the air with fire;
reports ululate
down the runway
too late
for the people who cling to the plane —

the pavement stings;
Allah sings from the curls of Persia’s towers.

Kabul, Kabul, Kabul,
where the Taliban will rule,
where occidents left the lambs to wolves,
and Quran will be taught as cruel,
mercy burned like offal.

Women will hide in hijab,
a narrow escape into the niqab,
the Likeness of God veiled and macabre
for no one can see Her face except shadows, husbands, or shame.

Sept 5, 2021
Afghanistan poetry contest
Sponsor: the Kai Michael Nuemann

Today Is My Birthday

I count it that I’ve once again won
For being fifty one:
On this day, the 15th June
High my stereo with tweeters tune;
In noise–prosecuting quarters to Victory ululate,
In advance vowing to not later vacillate,
For only a just-caught-and-now-brooding criminal
Or the fast-wasted by a disease terminal
Would to the Euphoric say “Nay”
On man’s caution-depriving Birthday…
Really, the day to puff up one’s chest for boasts 
With paid filled glasses for appropriate toasts,
Save for the life-jailed already gathering dust
And facing a tomorrow of inescapable rust
Or the piteously dying with his graveyard space
Reachable with not so much as a long pace…

Happy Birthday to the Gemini
Here in Nigeria but very sure He is in “Germany”
Already ambitiously eyeing Fifty-two years,
The prayers that should take him to it selecting all their gears!

All Things Galore

All Things Galore
by Michael R. Burch

(for my grandfathers George Edwin Hurt Sr. and Paul Ray Burch, Sr.)

Grandfather,
now in your gray presence
you are

somehow more near

and remind me that,
once, upon a star,
you taught me

wish

that ululate soft phrase,
that hopeful phrase!

and everywhere above, each hopeful star

gleamed down

and seemed to speak of times before
when you clasped my small glad hand
in your wise paw

and taught me heaven, omen, meteor ...

Keywords/Tags: family, grandfather, grandparents, grandchild, grandson, teacher, mentor, example, guide, guidance, guru, sage, wise man, instructor, model, archetype

Silly Words

I'm not in step with the Serious Bards
For me, it's the sillier words that chime
I see quadrangles instead of a yard
Jaunty hootenannies I find sublime

I don't howl or cry out, I ululate
Clip-clop and flip-flop, both such disarmers!
Gummy tutti frutti, please be my date
Phenomenology - what a charmer!

Silly names rule - Truth or Consequences
Walla Walla is a beautiful place
Humpty Dumpty brought down the defenses
Winnie the Pooh is a bear to embrace

Sonnets, free verse, rhymes, limericks, haiku, tomes
Silly words deserve their place in our poems.

Kissed By a Ghost

How sweet it is in life,
That kiss of a ghost!
Making body to  drop lifeless
And the soul flies away
When kissed by a ghost
That ghost from a pipe

But when people see they weep
What a foolery it is!

When you fly away singing,
As ghost parents ululate in joy
Having been kissed by their ghost!
What a vanity it is!

Why must people weep and weep?
Vanity!

Words of Peace

a tree, in front of
my house, stood naked - the spring
gave leafy cover

see the tree within-
stands alone in wintry air,
bare - awaiting spring

dogs do urinate
to mark - showers of love, wash
it away with time

time - the ultimate
master - decides whom to keep;
the others vanish

power - always try
to test the time - destiny
too, begs to differ

the poets too, die
to reborn every moment -
the spring's leaves remind

words of peace - always
ululate in distant lands;
would you lend your voice?

26.03.2017

Child, Stand Up

Child , stand up
Clothes deemed unfashionable
by followers with no individuality
Kinky locks not straight enough
according to those with no self realization
The stiffness in your tongue bearing testament
to your mother tongue, to which they laugh at, why?

You're Mahogany, sanded and buffed
well crafted and glossed to a high sheen

Vulnerable yet resilience is you
Intelligent yet humility is you
Poor yet generosity is you

Yes, you are all that and more
because you have captured and nurtured
a knowledge and pride in self

Your smile glows from within
as it brightens your surrounds
Don't be shackled with self doubt
for your strength feeds multitudes.
Your gentleness comforting many.

As you wear your head gear to dance,
dance till you turn up the dust
each muscle sinew in perfect coordination,
sweat weaving in between the seamless strings
of those beads crafted and carried with pride.

Roar with song!
Share your history through lore
Ululate till the sound carries to the heavens,
breaking the skies open with torrents of nourishing rains falling,
falling.
This ,Africa, is what you are...

Lawists

As mini-bus taxis fly by left
In the entrepreneur’s lane, yellow

Victims bereft
The grief of the loss 
Mere smelter’s dross
As a new world is crafted
From cracked pot-shards

The wailers at the service 
Ululate the grief
As passers-by watch and cry
In disbelief

The antics of the few
In control
Controlled by none
Above the law

Lawists

As a racist sees superiority
(An assumption wrong)
A lawist acts superiority
As superior
Is above
above the law

Whilst the widows’ tears 
Pave new roads 
Down dry-cracked 
Faces.

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