"animality" poems
Zoe was always a nymphic
creature
God gifted prodigy
When she was three
she already knew that
above her ecliptics
jade eyes were shaped
as a gift to see within her strange
Zephyr's soul
there were
worlds unreachable
to mortals
indulging
unconscious dance moves
she was performing
a play
finding her way through
piercing sounds of animality and natural wilderness
solely within her mind's eyes
then shut
deliberately
just to prove to the thick jungle
to highly flowering sunflowers
that her head locomotions are fully perceptive
her tiny hands touched the ground
glistening streams of her hair had been long(ing) to touch
her tiny bare heels in pace with every
bonvivant
little step forth
she had been taken
O, Zoe you knew at three
That Zenith is the chosen point
to open up
top portals
of deepest insight
Zoe - there is a moving star
lit to praise
returning to innoccence
Olympic
sensible
smiling
sweetheart
intuitive little one
You could hear cracks and tremblings of every limb to limb
clashed
with dark humid soil and stones and crumbs on every ant trail
every black beetle's step there every futuristic peregreen wizzy wings
Zing(ed)
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC
O LOVE! O LOVE! WHY ARE YOU EVER DEVOID OF LOGIC?
Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya; [email protected])
Mankind in its pathetic folly entice you in a dint of stupor
Knowing not your true colour and texture
Endeavoring to achieve glory in your mastery
With the so limited human capacity
In grey faith that you are a cradle of bliss
But O love! Why are you ever crooked?
Young men and women in strength of their sinews
Toil day and night in ******* of humanity
Praying and whining incantations with the hope for optimal love
Ornamenting their bodies with diamond and bronze
Fibre and silk ornamented to helm of providence
In the foolish quest for love equillibria
But in full stretch of your vice, you impish love
You catapult all away to the shifted goal posts
O love! O love! Why are you ever ruthless?
You hate the learned but you favour the strong
You hate professors but you favour the soldiers
You hate the rich but you favour the agile
You hate the lawyers but you favour the footballers
You hate the pastors but you favour the ruffian
You hate the whites but you favour the Negroes
You hate the groomed but you love the ragamuffin
You hate the chaste but you favour the mistress
O love! O love! Why are you ever illogical?
Love, I revere you for wickedness and irrationality
In all of your history you scored sum *** laude
In the duo as blend of your domain, Look;
You never dwell in a genuine companionship
You like where the couth will interject;
Amidst fornication between married and single ones
Amidst adultery in the triangle of foul compassion
Amidst miscegenation between black and white
Amidst infatuation between the whole and the lame
Amidst conjugal appetite between the old and the young
Amidst concupiscence between house master and houshelp
Amidst immorality of married master over the wallowing servant
Amidst libidos between literate teacher unto the peasant pupil
Amidst disordered passion among the sly lesbians
Amidst impious ********** among the suave gays
O love! O love! You are the most wicked force!
Love I am told; your colour is red
You may be red or you may not be red
But all in all, you deserve poetical veneration
For your herculean ability to bend the most wise;
In your force you made sagacious Shakespeare to bend
In your force you made Princes Diana to bend and bend
Bending downwardly stooping for Afawoyed the moor,
In your stupefying dint you made Napoleon de Bonaparte
To bend and bend downwardly stooping for Josephine
Josephine a famed she-Casanova in the gone Paris
Among the then humanity and the then animality,
In your impairing machinery you set sons on their fathers
In the roman empire of Antony and Ceaser
In the scramble for Cleopatra, the Egyptian queen
Beauty of her aquiline nose heavily hovered perhaps
In the eyes of the Roman beholders
The father and the son only to sent the empire
To the love forlorn smithereens!
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 5:08 AM UTC
With the intelligence &
stamina of the wolf,
My willpower & endurance
excels beyond most,
With the stealth &
craftiness of the fox,
I take much from my
opposition & vanish in
the night like a ghost..
With the massiveness &
memory of the elephant,
My mind runs deep & retains
emotions for the better of my clan,
With the camouflage &
ingenuity of the octopus,
I escape the pursuing demons
& continue with my life long plan..
With the patience &
strength of the crocodile,
I ambush & clamp down on
my oppressors treading unnoticed,
With the devastating roar &
isolation tactics of the tiger,
I accomplish amazingly by my
lonesome while dominating
my foes with unmatched focus..
With the power, speed, &
belligerence of the mantis shrimp,
I hold the fastest punch in the
world & my power equals that of
a rifle bullet which allows me to
take on all comers on earth,
With the majesty &
grace of the argali,
I climb the highest mountains
with the greatest of ease
staying clear of my enemies
& watching over the scenes
til the next generation is birthed..
True originality...
Shows through my personality..
This is my animality..
What animals do you compare to???
Whats your animality???
Jul 5, 2012
Jul 5, 2012 at 1:54 AM UTC
The old man living next door to my rented shoebox
told me that the hospitals are slowly draining the humanity from the city
and that the country is just animality rationality fictionality
and that at least when there was a king, everyone had food.
now his wife can’t pick things up because her hands hurt
so she throws things
constantly
and at least in India, he knew where he stood.
"My granddaughter on the fifth of July will be coming into her ninth year of life. She wants the world, though."
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
There is insincerity in my electric praise,
regardless of response I drip cool pools of soft cloth on floor
and utter abstruse succulent phrases.
Even with all this, I am insipid in lending lip service to ***
I absently inhale acrid smoke because
I never pretended to be a hermetic socialite-
because it is a socially acceptable
form of self hatred.
Obsessive animality has become
disinterested sexuality,
I have done anything
ever asking "what then?" and
everything done:
has me **** in the eyes of men.
Gleaming ideals of girl on girl,
feverish licking,
slick sweat dripping and all this
boredom:
the initiated
subjects of whoredom
come undone with the gripping of slippery moans
and now lay soiled in sheets
where hearts beat fast,
striving hard,
deep in keeping the motions of man.
We are stripping off flakes of soft humanity,
which we feed each other to watch it melt on the tongue.
So very unlike writing,
*** is hard wired,
it needn't be learned-
only practiced with intent for perfection
and when the edges bleed together within the edacious mind,
all is bared
unclothing only sloven swine.
The truth is:
I only deal with shadows and
align them in a malignant play of poetic puppetry.
I outline a silver coated tongue
seen to deliver elaborate loquacious lies,
I **** deep at cultural control
and I huff full lungs of the social soul.
Mar 24, 2011
Mar 24, 2011 at 12:03 AM UTC
Poetry ought to do things right
and document reality
but modern muses lose the fight
celebrating diversity.
Out-doing themselves, our leaders all
legitimize perversity.
Who gave them this satanic call
to demonize normality ?
The Washington nobility
who build a babel here on earth
display a versatility
for showing all their dubious worth.
They can't go One-World fast enough
discounting Christianity.
The matriarchy's mom is tough,
enforcing femininity...
Milk of mammalian global beast
(humanist animality)
From Nanny's withered poison breast
infects us biologically;
maintaining infantility.
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC
This world, so cruel, so blind
came to question our humanity.
Are we animals or evolved creatures?
Deep sinken at sea
my thoughts are trapped in fear
and my steps go forward
the doors of purgatory widely open.
This world breathes decease
and fastly we close our eyes
to the most cruel infermity.
We fear to admit our animality.
Stepping up from city ashes
our thoughts of democracy
tend to believe we're no longer free!
TV shows us a different reality,
education barely teaches us how to read,
Internet forbid us to think.
As days roll by
fools are crowned,
free-thinkers trapped behind bars
or destined to anonymousity.
We are blinded by fear
to admit we are no longer FREE!
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 5:34 PM UTC
I’ve experienced seven hundred and seventy moulds
I died from minerality and become vegetable
And from vegetative-ness I died and become animal
I died from animality and became man
Then why fear disappearance through death?
For the next time I shall die
Bring forth wings and feathers like angels
After that soaring higher than angels
What you cannot imagine I shall be that.
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 12:03 PM UTC
Beneath scintillating neon,
She stood, as sassy sultry seductress;
Bewitching busy broadway
In awe, alluringly most attractive.
Her frenzy fancy he caught;
Free-falling hook, line and sinker
Into delectable dragnet,
Anticipating animated animality.
She lured him to her brothel,
Gave him more than he bargained for;
Banging, balling and bashing...
Beyond *** salacity and satisfaction...
His end was quick and gory;
Bathed in blood and begging for death.
******** as he breathed last;
'Time to cleanup for her next victim...
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 11:24 AM UTC
The problem of fear is not fear itself
As once sang the English bard,
Its adversity unto humanity
Is good news in a full dress,
Grip of fear is a tarzanic state of man
Blurring boundary between humanity and animality,
Makes often false facts to appear real unto one
In its obvious turf of folly nourishing domain,
Fear kills a man umpteen before final death
Conjuring its state of victim to impaired mind,
Pushing one effortlessly towards erred choices
******* intelligence totally out of the body,
Leaving the man a pitiable cognitive impostor.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 7:22 AM UTC
What shall I be?
I’ve again and again grown like grass.
I’ve experienced seven hundred and seventy moulds
I died from minerality and become vegetable
And from vegetative-ness I died and become animal
I died from animality and became man
Then why fear disappearance through death?
For the next time I shall die
Bring forth wings and feathers like angels
After that soaring higher than angels
What you cannot imagine I shall be that.
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 7:03 AM UTC
Love with beauty
Hatred has grown above our heads
Oceans have thrown all from the beds
All greens have surpassed over reds
Winds and rains have thrown all sheds
Humans can be seen in their real faces
Animality is out in real shape from races
All crimes and sins are out of their cases
Hypocrisy is being sold in holy places
Unity, arrangement, trust are direly needed
Case for humanness is required to be pleaded
Crops of contempt are to be cut not seeded
All evils and corruption must be weeded
Love with beauty is the call of the time
Respect for all is required to be in prime
Bad faces, bad taste with all the mime
Is a deadly sin and is a heinous crime
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 9:16 AM UTC
Yes, I am angry and I have anger,
Burning inside me, like an amber,
You can also get injured by it,
So, better you stay away from me.
Neither I intended someone to suffer,
From mine fatal disease,
Nor, I did it; Cause I had been
Storing Grudge inside me.
But people never stop Making talk;
I am a ***** And many more.
Well, I was aware of everything,
Like what I was made and what I am being.
Nothing mattered me now more or least,
And I didn't wanna be a beast,
Everyone called, I heard silently,
Cause I am aware of my animality.
Neither I was alike it,
Nor I had become a bit,
Situation - Suffering made me rough,
But there exists humanity though.
I was same as a common girl,
Had a tolerating power pearl,
Abide everything like other,
But Not I had fortune further.
I had to rant and rave,
Every time I faced a deprave,
Made of injustice and wrong,
That only I had borne for long.
Tolerating was, I doing all times,
But with the hostility of my prime,
Make my abstinence of long,
Turn into dust, Oh! My song.
And then my emotions and me,
Aren't in control for a second, see,
I say, then, the truth of my heart,
Had felt, with words that worth.
And what I spoke then,
Is not all wrong; when,
You start first; And my defense,
It becomes for every one wrong.
Truth is truth, it will flow one day,
Let me a bad person for someday,
You will be hero, for sure then,
God knows everything; So, have some same.
My anger is wrong I know,
But what you have done till isn't an evil show?
Leave it, I don't wanna discuss more,
Stupid fiend, in disguise of a friend, you are a sore.
So, Yes, I am Angry and I have Anger,
Burning inside me, like an amber,
You can also get injured by it,
So, better you stay away from me.
Written by
Ifa Agnes
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 10:31 AM UTC
Hatred has grown above our heads
Oceans have thrown all from the beds
All greens have surpassed over reds
Winds and rains have thrown all sheds
Humans can be seen in their real faces
Animality is out in real shape from races
All crimes and sins are out of their cases
Hypocrisy is being sold in holy places
Unity, arrangement, trust are direly needed
Case for humanness is required to be pleaded
Crops of contempt are to be cut not seeded
All evils and corruption must be weeded
Love with beauty is the call of the time
Respect for all is required to be in prime
Bad faces, bad taste with all the mime
Is a deadly sin and is a heinous crime
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 12:26 AM UTC