Neanderthal

Neanderthal

A Poem by Terry O'Leary

In times gone by, now recondite,
Neanderthal, erect, upright,
spoke softly, tones so lily-white,
and tried to put the world aright.

He taught us how the flame ignites
that wearing furs will warm the nights,
just why the rolling wheel excites,
and how the beveled flint stone bites.

Before the days of dynamite
he fought his foes with spit and spite,
and swung big sticks with all his might,
and rendered death with stones in flight.

Engaged in never-ending fight
(arenas were a global sight)
he forced his forces to unite
to sate his oily appetite.

To quell rude thoughts that may incite
he ruled the realm with fly-by-nights
and culled the winds of words in flight,
and darkened minds to anthracite.
 
With fairy tales of evil sprites
and how the fist of freedom smites,
he washed the world with flames alight
to vanquish hoards of parasites.

Each dawn the damage brought delight,
the foe was bent, a bit contrite…
yet battled on with no respite
until the dusk and evening light.

Encamped beside the firelight
Neanderthal, that shiny Knight, 
awaited morn while sitting tight
assured the end would be alright.

Yes, conquest seemed his sacred right…
Forevermore?… well, no, not quite…
Neanderthal's extinct tonight
and lies beside the Trilobite…


MORAL
The Oreo is round, not bright:
while rolling near the candlelight
at first the searing seemed so slight,
the molten cream an oversight…


NOTE:
 This screed has nothing to do with the noble Neanderthal (whose brain size exceeded our own).
It has nothing to do with 'times gone by' (though who knows what future beings may see and think).
It has nothing to do with anything…
                and even less to do with something…  
                                  unless of course, you think it does….

© 2018 Terry O'Leary


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The world has come full circle since the caveman era. Sadly they still haven't learned how to get along with each other. Valentine

Posted 8 Years Ago


Terry O'Leary

8 Years Ago

Thank you, Valentine. Yes we still haven't learned... :-(
Terry
I enjoyed reading your poem. The words had such a rhythmic flow. Good theme and eloquent description. Well written and expressed.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Terry O'Leary

8 Years Ago

Thank you Celie... you are very kind!!
Quite fascinating and great play on words :) I especially loved the moral part!

Posted 8 Years Ago


Terry O'Leary

8 Years Ago

Thank you KJ... much appreciated!!

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Added on July 3, 2016
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