Homo sapiens, the only creature endowed with reason, is also the only creature to pin its existence on things unreasonable.
quote by Henri Bergson
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Origins
The plaster continues to crumble
It's because of the light!
That blasted light!
I see the floors are sinking in
In the derelict of light.
I am a creature of comfort
Because of the light!
Oh, that blasted light!
Lavish me in the finest of things
Without the curse of the light.
The horror within is now revealed
Why, because of the light.
Oh, that blasted light!
And with the darkness, my beauty is healed.
Because of the light, oh the light.
Do you find I have cause to lie?
Yes, I do.
It's because of the light!
For all that my soul is suffering
And I am a creature of night.
I am a creature of comfort
I am a creature of fright
I'm a creature of sensual pleasure
I'm a creature with just one little bite.
I am a creature of legend
I am a creature of night
I'm a creature that stalks in the shadows
I'm a creature that hides from the light.
I am a creature unwanted
I am a creature with might
I'm a creature seduced by the hunger
I'm a creature of mischief and rife.
I am a creature so sadly
I am a creature, that's right
I'm a creature without soul
As low as it goes
I'm the creature to end your life
poem by Katherine Clark
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Origins
The plaster continues to crumble
It's because of the light!
That blasted light!
I see the floors are sinking in
In the derelict of light.
I am a creature of comfort
Because of the light!
Oh, that blasted light!
Lavish me in the finest of things
Without the curse of the light.
The horror within is now revealed
Why, because of the light.
Oh, that blasted light!
And with the darkness, my beauty is healed.
Because of the light, oh the light.
Do you find I have cause to lie?
Yes, I do.
It's because of the light!
For all that my soul is suffering
And I am a creature of night.
I am a creature of comfort
I am a creature of fright
I'm a creature of sensual pleasure
I'm a creature with just one little bite.
I am a creature of legend
I am a creature of night
I'm a creature that stalks in the shadows
I'm a creature that hides from the light.
I am a creature unwanted
I am a creature with might
I'm a creature seduced by the hunger
I'm a creature of mischief and rife.
I am a creature so sadly
I am a creature, that's right
I'm a creature without soul
As low as it goes
I'm the creature to end your life
poem by Maura Herboldsheimer
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Gaia’s Plan
Please, don’t sweep the leaves away –
Their essence gives to life’s decay.
Never hack the flowers down –
Their colours bless the laughing clown.
Now why the mowing of the lawn?
The severed grass will lie forlorn.
Let our flora live undressed,
Or under Man, will toil repressed!
I, the tree of standing still –
Erect and proud, and stout of will,
Aglow with motley bark of earth –
Advance my roots for all they’re worth,
Internalising Nature’s bowels
To snag the devil, tweak his jowls
And pull his hairs from whence they grow!
I’ll destroy his pagan show
Of Homo sapiens’ disrespect!
The humble ape must reconnect
With Gaia’s plan!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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A silente creature
The silent creature
populates the human
minds
A silent creature
is invisible but
reliable and fizzy
This creature is
silent because she
needs to be
understood, refined and
she wants a
lot of aids
A silent creature
is an explosion
of life
To be a
silent creature is
a fresh and
wonderful sensation
A silent creature
is an angelical
messenger
She is a
happy, ancient, colorful
and vital imagine
A silent creature
tells many different
and interesting stories
Sometimes the silent
creature deceives to
defeat the racism
A silent creature
is defenseless from
the not curious
A silent creature
is a desirable
but desperate and
suspicious person
A silent creature
can be an
alter ego
She is a
guide of dignity
and human values
poem by Laura arwen
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What Creature Is This
What creature is this,
That decides to begin explicit conflicts?
Doing things the opposite...
And spreading contagious disease.
That feeds on hypocrisy,
With such amazing ease!
What creature is this,
Existing in our midst?
Allow to persist with displays of sickness!
Poisonous is the water...
And the air this 'thing' pollutes!
Unsatisfied with its reflection seen...
It destroys anything Mother Nature 'salutes'.
What creature is this,
That can not sit to fit in?
Why is it like a cancer spreading,
With no cure to stop its end!
What creature is this,
With a mind that defines?
And looking for a way,
To slay all goodness that it finds!
What creature is this...
Insisting to plant chaos remembered,
And not to be left behind!
What creature IS this?
Making attempts...
To discourage wishes of peace,
It declines!
What beast is this watched...
As it craves with venom seeking to unwind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God is not, as in scholasticism, the final subject of all predicates. He is being as unpredicable. The existence of the creature, in so far as it exists, is the existence of God, and the creature’s experience of
God is therefore in the final analysis equally unpredicable. Neither can even be described; both can only be indicated. We can only point at reality, our own or God’s. The soul comes to the realization of God by knowledge, not as in the older Christian mysticism by love.
quote by Kenneth Rexroth
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Mammals and humans in sex
The breasts are not at all sexual stimulants
To the mammals; they are just milking teats
But to the Homo sapiens, a potent weapon
Since the time they started mating face to face.
Kisses are not mammals’ fore play aids.
Maximum they resort to licks and bites.
The Homo sapiens invented kisses,
Lips starving, denied enough breast milk.
We take salvage in external sex.
19.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Creature Crawling
The creature crawling don't know when he'll arrive
Don't know if creature is dead or alive
All of god's creatures have the will to survive
Did you know about that ?
Did you know about all that ?
The creature crawling
The creature crawling
The creature crawling and he's coming up the road
He's crawling over to your area code
Crawling through the grass of your little abode
Did you know about that ?
Did you know about that ?
Did you know about all that ?
Whatcha gonna say ?
Whatcha gonna do ?
What goes around it comes around
One fine day
Look around
There will be nothing but you
song performed by by Frank Black
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Nietzsche tried
Nietzsche tried
Tasted the wine
Tasted the wine
It didn't work
Nietzsche tried
A pure joy of life
Causeless joy
Called himself a fool
Called himself a poet
Tried real hard
Nietzsche tried
Shattering an old table of values
Writing a new with chalks of dust
Evaporating into cosmic insanity
ECCE HOMO SAPIENS
ECCE HOMO LUDENS
ECCE HOMO INSIPIENS
ECCE HOMO
And now what?
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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I Am Time
I am Time
now let me tell
you the greatest
secret of all
i am the most
abused of all
by homo sapiens
i am eternally
chopped into
the tiniest of seconds,
minutes,
hours, days, years
to suit homo sapiens'
whims and fancies
they pigeonhole me
consign me
onto the wall
fingers and
legs bound
to walk round
round and round
to keep this human
fetish with their anatomy alive
but then i know
in the end i would
emerge the winner
released from human's tyranny
the fingers they
consign to me
pointing out to them
their greatest of fears death
while i continue to live
they would be worms,
dust and bones
i am Time
now let me tell you
one secret that
keeps me alive
above all
I am just Timeless
the thing you see
on the clock
on your wrist
are human illusions
of their own
transient existence
i am time
you cannot see me
you cannot touch me
you cannot hear me
you can only hear
yourself roaring
through me
and you are the real
clock chained onto me
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Cult Of Ray
The creature crawling don't know when he'll arrive
Don't know if creature is dead or alive
All of God's creatures have the will to survive
Did you know about that?
Did you know about that?
Did you know about that?
The creature crawling
The creature crawling and he's coming up the road
He's crawling over to your area code
Crawling through the grass of your little abode
Did you know about that?
Did you know about that?
Did you know about that?
Whatcha gonna say?
Whatcha gonna do?
What goes around it comes around
One fine day
Look around
There will be nothing but you
song performed by by Frank Black
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Have the wild things no moral or legal rights? What right has man to inflict such long and fearful agony on a fellow creature, simply because that creature does not speak his language?
quote by Ernest Thompson Seton
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Unicorn 4
What is known, is known – known gently,
meekly, mildly, sweetly; that’s the experience
that men bring back who’ve seen that creature plain.
But since the unicorn grazes in all our minds and hearts,
each has his image. Poets love to write of that creature
as they picture it; but what of those who met it plain
in forest glade, upon the hills, or white amidst the waves?
It’s said that, then, some poets put away their pens forever or awhile,
despairing that their word-hoard holds no words
that can describe those things invisible which
that creature brings to the mind, when met;
some can no longer give it even a name
as if that very word can seem to falsify.
They’re asked, was it, just, beautiful? – and hesitate,
because what yesterday, was ‘beautiful’ is a different word
today; that creature shows them that a word
means what it does; today, ‘beauty’ has done more in them;
it speaks a unity which is not static – can do all things
as Helen’s beauty, so we’re told, could make a war from peace;
so beauty can make peace from war – as poets prove.
And so, those who’ve seen it plain but wish
to say no word that might be less than truth
find that its subtle magic guides their pen
so that they may write with that same ease
with which that creature lives,
write of any, and of all things.
And all who’ve seen it – who’ve seen it move
within the utter stillness of itself
as never before have they seen a creature move
and hold that in themselves, wish, wordless, to return
to be again in that creature’s still shared self-presence;
the wisest of them finally to find
that it may graze forever in the poet’s mind.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Only a Homo Ignorant terms himself Sapiens.
aphorism by Hasier Agirre, translated by Dan Costinaş
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Creature Of Silence
Alone in darkness
blackness of silence
The wanderers admired
this liquid emptiness.
Swallowed the sound of silence
clenched teeth, creature tested.
Silence is comforting
and then it is deafening.
Who sink and float
from it's denial existence,
choose to be against,
don't give advice if it is
a phase to struggle
because the creature of silence
struggling the crashing waves of oceans.
Who could have thought
the wise took the mistaken path
oh, not wise.
acting, pretending!
But who could have judge the unfinished journey,
yet?
The creature of silence
heard every beats,
every harsh and faint breath.
The painter painted the silence at dawn
painted the color of horizon
through the blinding brightness of the sun
then the hues fades at noon
the creature of silence also gone.
Into the blue sea
king fishers waited its prey
listening tentatively, hearing each pulse.
Dive and consume what its got
because voice blocked by mute
the noise defeated by silence
refuses to borrow boom from war
the creature never deserve piece of peace
only suffered the scars in silence
and the creator of silence laughed!
~~~~ Yellowbell Alamanda~~~~
poem by Yellowbell Alamanda
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To a reasonable creature, that alone is insupportable which is unreasonable but everything reasonable may be supported.
Sudden Movement
The tiger's eye was on it fast!
A sudden movement seen!
Now on his feet, he stood at last,
His mind alert and keen...
His body leapt ten feet ahead
And landed with a crunch!
Of course, the reason that he sped
Was what he hoped was lunch!
The creature that he tracked was close,
Somewhere within the snow...
That's why he sniffed with downward nose
As low as he could go...
The creature stopped, no sound was heard...
A silence met his ears.
Then all at once, the creature stirred
And dashed to join his peers...
The tiger's eye was left and right
And saw the creature run
And all at once, the bird took flight...
And nothing could be done!
The tiger's sigh was long and drawn...
No lunch for him today!
When he laid down, he paused to yawn...
And there he chose to stay...
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Sudden Movement'.
The Stephen Gayford poems can be viewed here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com
poem by Denis Martindale
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Homo Sapiens
Herra haki tanssiin; haki rouvaa ja pian taksi haki
humalaisen parin, vei sen rouvan asuntoon...
He maksoivat ja poistuivat ja vapautuivat vaatteistaan -
herra upotti kultahampaan rouvan pakaraan.
Se rouva haki hamettaan, kun kotiin sattui palamaan
kaukaisilta matkoiltaan sen rouvan vihitty herra...
... Se herra haki haulikon, ja alastoman gigolon
naamaa painaa nurmikkoon: " Nyt suutelet multaa...
tai suutelet tulta!"
Ja aivan kuten konkarit kiikkuvat kiikkutuoleissaan ovat kiinnostuneita
tuumoreistaan... Tuumoreistaan, proteeseistaan, virtsanpidtysvaikeuksistaan
niin samoin tuntee vedon typeryyksien tekoon homo sapiens.
Homo sapiens nlnhdn is ollut on, on ja oleva on.
Ja toisten kaltaistensa syminen sen tyn...
Herra olkoon teidn kanssanne
tn yn.
Herra on hpe itselleen, mutta hvet ei ymmrr
et ymmrr siis paljoakaan mutta ymmrr tm:
Voi olla, ett herraa pian viedn pikku kvelylle...
Voi olla, ett herra voi pian ripotella
tuhkaa ylleen.
Ja aivan kuten konkarit kiikkuvat kiikkutuoleissaan ovat kiinnostuneita
tuumoreistaan... Tuumoreistaan, proteeseistaan, virtsanpidtysvaikeuksistaan
niin samoin tuntee vedon typeryyksien tekoon homo sapiens.
Homo sapiens nlnhdn is ollut on, on ja oleva on.
Kuka tietmttmyyttn, kuka typeryyttn,
kuka hyvyyttn, kuka tyn...
Herra olkoon teidn kanssanne
tn yn.
song performed by by YUP
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It is essential that we realize once and for all that man is much more of a sex creature than a moral creature. The former is inherent, the other is grafted on.
quote by Emma Goldman
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Mother's Day
Female is a weak creature
But a mother is the strongest creature in the world
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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