Wrapped in Paleolithic reindeer
Latreece Rose
Latreece Rose
Jan 14, 2015

I wear Inuit clothing.
Wrapped in Paleolithic reindeer
I hunt mammoths and lions:
ivory a source to make art
and males with no manes to warm their heads.

I’m huntress, nothing more.
Men howl to paint me in caves
to represent the woman I am:
a bull for my head
and the edge of the rock my womanhood.

I’d rather kill with men.
I have humanly adventures with them
rather than pick berries:
I’m hungry not for fruit
but for bloody creatures to gain power.

A man gave me a flute.
It had three holes to make music
with my mouth and fingers, an instrument:
So I blew hard to call him
our spiritual connection one, him and I.

I'm a huntress, nothing more.

paleolithic
NAH
NAH
Jun 8, 2012

hair strands still hold sun drops  
from the summer when we first met.
                                                            ­                 your kisses still warm on                        
                                                                ­                       my cheek,
                                                          ­                             my neck,
                                                                ­                       my hand,
                                                           ­                               etc.,
                                                                                                                       And I can't take the heat.


sink.
resist
thousands
of years of
survivalist
paleolithic
urges
to stay
warm.

Paleolithic dining to old records.
Camilla Ames
Camilla Ames
Feb 20, 2013

Numb again.
Foggy head -doggy style.

Paleolithic dining to old records.
Turning, churning tables.

Through the blinds waves are crashing and the sun is shining. Glass blowing - pipe making - love creating.

Yellow bandanas and seashore marble.
Stars are aligning in their own perfect timing....

reminders of numbness thawing.

yet they paleolithic horses
Pradip Chattopadhyay

The horses feed on bat-moon meadow
their stone age stable now cobwebbed
hooves long rested from run
gone dusty by the wheels of metal
yet they paleolithic horses
graze in night’s paraffin-lit glow
smelling of stable and the wild run
and in the stillness finding
their world crumbled.

With paleolithic limits
Louis Brown
Louis Brown
May 21, 2013

I saw the sun go out
Your smile turned upside down
And cold blue eyes
Brought chilly silence
To this ice age
Where one more dinosaur
Became extinct

I've been a dinosaur
In other times
When love came by
I had a mentality
With paleolithic limits
To understand
Female mystiques

that haunts our paleolithic selves,
Robert C Howard
Robert C Howard
Oct 30, 2015

Three parts treasure hunter
to two parts scientist,
the archaeologist
with picks and brushes
sifts through shards and ruins,
echoes of ancestral time,
burning for answers:

How on earth did we manage
to carve out shelters from the crust
tilting the scales
of survival in our favor?

A cliff house here, a cathedral there
a village by the river
chronicling our escape from
the shadows of pre-recorded time.

We wonder where they all went
and why they vanished, but the real question
that haunts our paleolithic selves,
is who are we and where are we going?

October 30, 2015

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paleolithic drawings can be found
David Nelson
David Nelson
May 9, 2013

Caves of Altamira

on the northern coast of Spain
paleolithic drawings can be found
the old stone age of cavemen
in a cave high above the ground

in Mount Vispieres high above the plain
the name Altamira given for high views
that prehistoric man could paint
was such confusing news

it was assumed they were not bright
they had no artistic skills
then came that discovery
high up in those hills  

bison horse deer and boar
painted plainly on the wall
18 thousand years ago
painted oils copied in the museum hall

even the Dan wrote a tune
to praise these artists skills
they were stars before Hollywood
high on those Spanish hills

Gomer Lepoet...

I can close my eyes and feel their presence
Asshole So and so's teeter Paleolithic après time puddles
Night Owl
Night Owl
May 18, 2010

Past altered states tests postive and subtle
Asshole So and so's ­teeter Paleolithic après time puddles
And submit terrible philosp­hies
Ashy stubble ticks politics 
and sacrafice to peer approval ­sacralige
Test probably appears stable
Top patriarch's able sudde­nly to
Pop above submerged tables possibly
After, something tests­ patience awkwardly
Stumps tarot practioners and sex testers poor­ application sterily
Topology plain, astrology scorpio
Torpedo po­wer aptly strikes to pedal antlers sour
Take particular appointments
Stop testing plea­se apply sorted
Terror power and sexless torn pigs
afterhours pen­ and store tips, plow.
Alter simians testosterone, pow!
As scient­ists type papers about sexing tasteless past alligator snouts 
te­sting partly after science takes party alliance south to pawn arm­y 
subtle tipped passion. artsy.
Start these.
pick atoms smarmy
T­ally past all sentences take pride
As stencils test pestilence. A­nd sigh.
The previous alterations simply tried.
And didn't work, ­hence the present
Path lit incandescent.
I'm looking towards the ­east waiting for positivity to peak
You're turned backwards nosta­lgic for something that'll never come repeat.

our Paleolithic cousins
Robert C Howard
Robert C Howard
Nov 15, 2015

1. Earth (Pangaea)

Pangaea heaved and shifted
beneath the fire-storm sky.
Colliding plates and spewing mountains
shook, roared and thundered
under the brutal chaos
of torrential cataclysms.

In time she yielded her ire
to millennia of pacific rains -
her severed crust
set adrift across the oceans
like gigantic earthen rafts.

Jungles sprang up and terrible lizards
came, grazed and left their bones.
Forests, grains and multifarious beasts
grew and perished in accord
with their past and future destinies.

So here we are - earthbound,
tossed from our mothers' wombs -
fated to live and breed
by the grace of miracles
far beyond our ken.

Beloved mother Gaia,
from whose dust we are raised,
nurture and sustain us
and sing us to our mortal sleep.

2. Air

Air - earth's miracle brew of
     oxygen, nitrogen and all the rest
          meted out in perfect harmony.

Air - silent and still on a moonlit night -
     driver of sheeted rain on window panes -
          and winds that shake the trembling aspens.

Air - author of land and ocean squalls -
     bringer of that ominous pallor
          that presages a tornado's furor

Air - invisible aerial highway
     for majestic eagles and turbo-jets -
         medium of rhetoric and symphonies.

Air – window to the cosmos
      and our fragile life–giving broth -
          unwitting conveyer of toxic alchemy.

Keep watch my sisters and brothers:
     the air we breathe is what we make it
          or rather what we let it be.

3. Water

Water like a capricious deity
     wanders through time and topography -
     cherished and cursed for
     what it gives and what it takes away.

Gentle rains and strident gales
     sculpt rivers and streams
     through forests and plains
     bound for union with the open sea.

Diurnal tides ebb and wane
     at the whim of the charismatic moon.
     Ice mountains advance and retreat;
     rock-strewns moraines left in their wake.

Turbulent currents
     soar over jagged cataracts,
     spraying pastel prisms
     across the misted valleys.

Beneath our all too fragile skins,
     secret sanguine rivers navigate
     our veins and arteries
     bathing organs, limbs and sensors
     with curative balm and sustenance.

Wellspring of all elements,
     fill our daily ladles
     and grant us the will and empathy
     to bequeath the same to our progeny.

4. Fire

Two hundred million years ago
our Paleolithic cousins
seized branches from a burning forest
and stepped into a bold new world.

By the glow of fire-lit caves,
and the scent of searing venison,
they gathered wits and tools
to craft shelters and weaponry.

Their children's children would design
forges and furnaces, factories
and build engines that run on fire.

But their anxious siblings in despair
snatched lightning from the sky
and twisted by fits of anger pride
made also muskets, missiles, bombs
and nuclear Armageddons.

Loki, god of nobler flames
open our blood-stained eyes
and show us the means
to stay our arson lust and
abide by the light of reason.

Revised and integrated version, December, 2015

This set of four poems are to be aligned with a set of piano preludes (under construction) of the same title.
#earth   #ancient   #elements   #gaia   #pangaea  
 
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