Ululations Poems | Examples

Emotion

An African drum throbs from a distance.
It is heyday and there is rejoicing.
But ululations surround me suddenly, and tensions
Climb gently the steps of a dancing heaven.
As my lobes grow softer and my hair stands
On the grounds of love,
I sense the throbs on my hollow soul,
Near, yet so far, for the wretched wench
Whose sweet eyes I have descried yonder.

Her ineffable iridescence transcended my trepidations

Her ineffable iridescence transcended my trepidations.
Her scintillating semblance was a hammer to the heart on my sleeve.
Shattering my shamefulness and unlocking my ululations,
But now I am bereaved for my lover chose to leave.

Now my concubine is chimeric and my feelings have faded.
Wash away my world but preserve the past memories in my mind.
Leave me to languish in our eternal estrangement.

A poet is a poem

A poet is a poem

A beautiful line pregnant with wisdom,
Crafted by the mighty hands of nature.
Birds beg him to sing,
In the middle of the night
And at the dawn of day.

A poet is a poem,
The history that's untold,
Sad tales and fantasies,
Touches of romantic nights,
Of life and madness.

A poet is a poem,
A serenade a lover sings
To her husband,
While watching the dawn star.
He's a lullaby a mother sings to her son,
To lull him to sleep.

A poet is the mournful song,
The ululations and groans of pain,

He's the victory song —
Yes, the trumpet of victory.

© MZEE MACH

Beast Chase

At the mid-night chase of nowt
Caught up with my abuser
Audacious against the white full moon
Well-dressed in a six-piece exquisite suite
And a Hugo cologne, the unforgetful scent
Raising chase on his name filled the air, an airborne pandemic
Dust rose up high, killing sight of his average creation
Distorting an unerring aim for the beast's head

Ah! A day shall come to quench my thirst
Nothing lost of a bullet dissipated in the skies for a warning
A sign of his numbered days is long overdue
Message well-understood homebound
Air filled with ululations scattering, saving lives

Ululations

Owl hooting "Who you"?
Pack of wolves howl at the moon.
So alive, twilight.
I imbibe all sounds with glee.
May this night last forever!



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Date written: 11/02/2022

Hey Ho

Persuade me otherwise
But it began as an accident
Fission of a product of a single incident
With fate sealed, hoped it’ll turn out prudent
I, the aftermath, with a seal sans consent
Then came ululations, in pretense to inaugurate my arrival
Pampered, nursed with velvet hands, my presence was primal
As the days spun backwards, promises turned to fables
Soft nursing hands withdrew, center-stage took squabbles
I thought I’ll be handed a manuscript
Bearing tricks through the life’s loco swift
Lonely and lost in the midst of the Congo jug
Location locus pure plug and chug
With no direction`s aide memoir
And in intermittent demur
Am tapering and wading through the hazy
At times choosing wrong and ending messy
Knee-deep and neck-deep in trouble I wallowed
For the one trick whispered to me and I pillowed
Its never late for fresh start, not stitched to a single road
Under the tidal wave I’ll spring overboard
From mud, I’ll shower clean and I’ll glee
From fortunes shall I not flee
If you see me not ramble
Am not out to gamble

Contrasting Moods - Fiction

Surrounded by four walls.	
I feel disgust and despair.
Why can’t I snap out of it?
For listen: The city hums with listless life.
Hospitals thrive with dying patients,
oft with self inflicted excruciating pains,
more often meted out by egoistic humans
in pursuit of hedonistic pleasures,
of self satisfying needs.
 
In a quiet moment at the end of the day
sometimes I pray. Alas my heart
is enveloped in inky darkness.
Instead I hear the cries of domestic violence,
of children desecrated,
women raped,
men killed by other men.
 
I flee my loathsome house,
merge with mindless humanity,
in streets displaying their dirty linen,
intransigent in their cacophony
of indomitable bellowing ululations,
until I reach the quieter periphery
of the endless town.
 
The night is ebbing.  The first rays
of the rising sun touch a silvery dome
reflecting its rays straight into my eyes.
Instinctively I shade my face
yet the light persists.  Is it a sign?
Could there be hope for me?
Perhaps there's sense in creation.
So I close my eyes and pray.



Fiction

Moon's Fortune

I always think, big big and bigger
Less do I forget, asking why and why?
Of all that happen, not a moon bigger
Very little do care, why new no lie
Every mind target, the task ooh ******

Above and below, beside and besides
Flavored look the' pay , aside pain the' lay
I try hard somber lay, suicide but from murder
Cardinals and popes say, I say but foot shut
And then and wow, ululations no nuts
Never never to say, say after tis 

When the moon waxes, the new diminishes
Over and over the moons, my meat pulls
Every case say aaai, goons beat to sigh tools
Never never to say, after tis tat

To all that see, not brand here
Of all that happen, the moon is big
I no longer cry, I no longer feel
Listen I sing lullabies, I say Shhh!
I have a reason, to stay in the Kraal
My name changes, to Mama So,
Girl is So, Kraal balloons more

A Mate

a mate

silver and grey hunger
sleek beneath a Spring moon
rolls coyly, playfully
in a shrouded glade

she cries out
long, low, ululations
reverberations caught,
in the silence of pine.

her need is great
she rubs her belly
across cast off cedar

brown aromatic scents
join pheromones
rise into the night
carried far.

random breezes pass
unaware of messages carried.

Son of the Sun

Applauses were even, numbers and faces were odd.
Clay was molded and fate washed her palm
Sentences were bold as my story was told.
One of a rusty heart of iron stitches
One of haggard feet of million hitches.
The flames danced bright and night was light
Chalices were of pumpkin and flutes of cane
Rites were roots, skins were dried and drums were drums
Arms were flags gliding on in the ululations
Chitenges were of savanna and tongues were of the zambezi. 
Hisses were blisses and kisses were riches
Smiles were fireflies and pals were butterflies  
Years had piled, miles were fat, feet was bare and dust lost lust
In kisses were riches and in stitchings were teachings
My fist rattled a straw in the condensed country breeze.
First of the sun and last of the sand
Of elephant heart and eucalyptus will
The tomb was torn, bones made skeleton and from earth crawled legacy.
This cage is sheath, these ribs cradle an epitome of the African Child.

Miss First January

Miss First January canoed from the clouds
And anchored right beside Mr. Midnight
Red flower on the right, a book on the left
Traveling bag strapped on her back

Balancing a steaming pot on the head	
A pen in front pocket of long white dress
With a rapture of piercing beckoning smile 
She aired fleeting breath “this year, this year”

Could the fate of the year be in the book?
Could it be in the steaming pot on balance?
Is the fate with the red flower or the book?
No jubilation action can paste the answers

The fireworks, ululations, chip-chapping 
The chickens’ tears and twisting of waists
Are nothing but prayers of hope of the blind
As the truth for the year may be in the bag

Ululations of a Maid

Where my body may dwindle,
 As hunger saddles the atmosphere
 But sounds of Joy will always jingle;
 As Mama will lushly care
 Take me to that place

 Where shelter may not shield from cold,
 Yet I am cuddled in love untold
 Where luxury os but a tale,
 But zest never goes stale
 Take me to that place

 Where I am clothed in nakedness,
 But not stripped of my happiness
 Entangled by poverty's web,
 But free from the wrath of a boss
 Take me to that place
 Take me home!

February

FEBRUARY

Fiercely independent these
Eclectic February days.
Bravado, masked in the madness of
Revelry’s raucous, windy,
Ululations bowing the
Aspens in prayerful
Resignation to the simmering
Yearnings of Spring.


John G. Lawless
2/1/2016

Where the Heart Is

Everybody is born crying
At least give me the freedom to die laughing
Never in defiance no never in fear
But in pure unadultrated happiness

Let all the decisions, choices, mistakes
Fall in meaningless puddles of stagnant water
And let me just soar with the ecstacy of thundering waves
Basking in deep ululations of dancing tear drops

From the deepest forests of Central Africa
Crossing the golden plains of southern Africa
Besting the dryest parts of northen Africa
Let me smell the freedom which has long eluded mankind

Let me sit down and smoke a pipe with my friends
And share all the stories that brought us to be
Its simple and yet its so hard to achieve
To be humble and yet to be more than we please

Take me home oh I'm asking the heavens to see
That we walk through this life wearing borrowed shoes
Take me home Oh Im begging my friends need to see
How I'm happy, I'm happy, I'm happy to be

Everybody is born through pain
Let me die with pleasure
And look up at the faces of all those I love
And see their joy, their pride, their happiness that I had lived

Kilimanjaro


By Athi Godlo

Brick Laden Air

Brick laden air, choking breath. Red heart rent by whispers carrying your voice
Chameleon colored leaves dropping dew
Fragrant warm wind breathed on the nape of your neck
Ululations fondled, pedophilic fires lit in your loins
Disasters renewed, 
Frogs trill with longing they have my voice.

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