AuthorsDen.com   Join | Login    
Where Authors and Readers come together!

SIGNED BOOKS    AUTHORS    BOOKS    SAMPLE CHAPTERS    AUDIOBOOKS    eBOOKS    STORIES    ARTICLES    POETRY    BLOGS    NEWS    VIDEOS    SUCCESS    TESTIMONIALS

Featured Authors:  Tom Kitt, iBrendan O'Brien, iJill Eisnaugle, iTichaona Chinyelu, iMichael Gorton, iEmily Karlewicz, iBetty Jo Tucker, iKarin Adams, iWilliam Potter, iPatricia Sims, i

  Home > Natural History > Poetry        Popular: Books, Stories, Articles, Poetry        Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z     

Ronald W. Hull

 Follow Me  

· Contact Me
· Success story
· Books
· Articles
· Poetry
· News
· Stories
· Messages
· 1,768 Titles
· 17,669 Reviews
· Save to My Library
· Share with Friends!
· Member Since: Before 2003

Ronald W. Hull, click here to update your pages on AuthorsDen!


Books by
Ronald W. Hull











See all Books
by Ronald W. Hull
Savage
by Ronald W. Hull → (All Poetry by Ronald W. Hull)
   Rated "G" by the Author.
Share   Print  Save   Follow   Share on Facebook

From archaeological studies it appears
that early man was a hunter and gatherer
for perhaps, several hundred thousand years
before reaching the state of agriculture
and villages, the onset of civilization.
Before that, it was all about survival
in the most primitive of ways, in small groups,
families or tribes, some still with us today.

Poem Artwork


 Savage


We live in a savage land,
where life and death,
are close at hand.

We trust our elders,
who have lived so long.
We trust our elders,
through word and song.

We must go out,
many a day.
To hunt for food,
and kill our prey.

If the hunt is successful,
we sacrifice to the gods.
For they grant us life,
against all the odds.

The women must gather,
much food from the forest,
for the winter comes quickly,
and the hard times upon us.

When it is so cold,
we can't leave the fire.
And the wolves circle us,
to eat from our pyre.

Many die from the magic of birth,
we celebrate each life for its great worth.
Tattoos protect us from evil spirits,
but evil still circles our narrowing girth.

At night we huddle around the fire,
we sing for good fortune from nature's ire.
We huddle in fear when the storm marches in,
the wrath of the gods upon us once again.

We long for the springtime and carefree days,
when we were young and full of life.
But those days are few if we are to live,
this savage land with so much strife.

Oh gods, protect us from the great bear.
Protect us from the wolves come into our lair.
Protect us from the wild boar and horn of the stag.
Protect us from the evil man we smell in the air.

Protect us, oh gods, for we fear,
in this savage land we hold so dear.

Copyright 2014 © Ronald W. Hull

3/13/14

 
Want to review or comment on this poem?

Need a FREE Reader Membership?


 Reviews of "Savage"
Reviewed by DM Yates (Reader)
Reviewed on March 30, 2014
Very nice. I think you've captured the feelings of the earliest of our kind. And, you know, our land is still savage and untamed.
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
Reviewed on March 26, 2014
A history lesson well presented in a poem Ron.
Reviewed by J. Roseline
Reviewed on March 23, 2014
Very good poem, i read it before , and once more now, that shows how much i enjoyed it. It got me thinking what else should we tell our children more ?To be careful among their own lot??JK
Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
Reviewed on March 19, 2014
I don't think we're a whole lot different now. We were in a JC Penney's a few years ago looking to buy a crock pot. We were not aware it was free hot dog night. The hunter/gatherers arrived in droves,breathing was a challenge. Then of course there is the cattle call-people trampling mob behavior induced by pre/post holiday sales hype. The elders know better and avoid such madness but I don't trust anyone over 40. Oh fuck. That includes me.....I'm so confused...Perhaps I should sacrifice a neighbor.
Reviewed by Regis Auffray
Reviewed on March 18, 2014
Thank you for the reminder, Ron; and your poem also points out to me that, in many ways, Earthians have not changed all that much... ...sad, but true when one looks at the chaotic state of affairs in so many parts of this world. Love and peace,

Regis
Reviewed by Odin odin@aflx.com
Reviewed on March 17, 2014
Ironic how so much of what you speak of is with us in the modern age. The only difference is who are the hunted, and who carries the weapons.
Reviewed by Clarence Prince
Reviewed on March 17, 2014
If that's how it was then, I'm glad that I wasn't around! Indeed an eye opener! Blessings, Ron!
Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
Reviewed on March 17, 2014
Very well crafted, Ronald....

Anna
Reviewed by Isabella Koldras
Reviewed on March 16, 2014
Your beautifully writer and presented...and knowledgeable poem,
evoked an analogy of the animal, dominant nature of today's
Neanderthal...fully functioning predator of the antediluvian
stage of human development...the ALPHA MAN (female and male).
A loser...taking anger out on someone because she/he is angry
inside for going nowhere in life...
A loser...that will promote, hire, intimidate, bully, comment on,
fire and demote others according to how well they serve her/his own interests...
Wish those savage characters of today...swapped their glass
houses for a caves (to finish off an evolutionary development)
and...the throwing stones games replaced with bones...so beating
up opposition wouldn't hurt so much...any more!
Reviewed by Tom poesyco.th@gmail.com
Reviewed on March 16, 2014
Well done Ron...

Good thing that... "Music soothes the savage beast" ...
Reviewed by Mr. Ed
Reviewed on March 16, 2014
Despite all of our so called 'civilization' man hasn't changed very much. We are still savages, killing each other and all the wildlife around us. And when Mother Nature goes on a rampage, we still:

"Huddle in fear when the storm marches in,
The wrath of the gods upon us once again."


Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci
Reviewed on March 15, 2014
My "people"...............my song:Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him
To listen for a while
And there he was this young boy
A stranger to my eyes

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

I felt all flushed with fever
Embarassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters
And read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish
But he just kept right on

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

He sang as if he knew me
In all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me
As if I wasn't there
And he just kept on singing
Singing clear and strong

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

[Break]

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me

He was strumming my pain
Yeah, he was singing my life
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly
With his song
Category
Music
License
Standard YouTube License
Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
Reviewed on March 15, 2014
~Ron~
So out front is the fear.
Interesting write Ron.

Lady Mary Ann
Reviewed by Lakshmi Sharma
Reviewed on March 15, 2014
Great poem. Connects with our past.
Reviewed by Michael Schafer
Reviewed on March 15, 2014
Ron, 2 thumbs up on this well written poem. I'm still ahunter and gatherer, only in the savage aisles of Wal Mart. At night we sit around the warming glow of TV.

Michael D.
Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)
Reviewed on March 15, 2014
I've always liked a poem that tells history. Great job with this one! Thanks!!

Sandie
Reviewed by E Phillips
Reviewed on March 15, 2014
And now our biggest fear on land, air, or sea
Is an SOB who looks very much like you or me.
Reviewed by jude forese
Reviewed on March 15, 2014
a great anthem for the savage that dwells in us all ... works well into our present state of affairs ...
Reviewed by George Carroll
Reviewed on March 15, 2014
Great introspect into what life was like eons ago.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
Reviewed on March 15, 2014
Ahhh . . . Seems we still need protection, sometimes even from those whose job it is to protect.
Reviewed by Karen McKeever
Reviewed on March 15, 2014
Beautiful poetry of primitive times...

Love and Dreams,
Karen
Reviewed by Budd Nelson
Reviewed on March 15, 2014
so perfectly written of this
budd
New Poetry by Ronald W. Hull
Poem Image
At birth, psychologists have learned, we have only two fears: loud noises and falling. Before and after my paralysis during surgery, not related to a
Falling
Poem Image
While watching brilliant young students at Stanford in an English class expressing how they use AI to help them with their writing, I was appalled to
Like
Poem Image
Tawny had the unique ability to catch a ball within a foot of where it bounced. She didn't catch it in the air, just after it bounced and was coming u
Tawny
Poem Image
Satire inspired by Doctor Strangelove and a recent Super Bowl commercial by William Shatner advertising bran cereal where he descends from outer space
ICBM (I See BM)
Poem Image
Another three hour waste of my time dealing with AI contact trying to solve a rather simple problem.
The Last Second
Poem Image
Have you ever considered your legacy? What will you leave to those behind? As writers, we have an opportunity to leave our writing for a long time on
Legacy
Poem Image
The course we are on is self-destructive and must be changed. It will take more than double speak or even love. It will require a fundamental change i
Creating Our Future
Poem Image
Have you ever thought what you are writing has a particular view point or agenda? I do. While my writing is fiction, I tend to write about what is aff
Pushing
Popular Poetry (Natural History)
  1.  Pestilence
  2.  Survival Imperative
  3.  Blue-Green Waters
  4.  INVENTORY ?
  5.  Savage
Free Book Review Program
Select a book to read and review today!
Authors A-Z: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Featured Authors New to AuthorsDen? Add AuthorsDen to Your Site Share AD Need Help? About Us

Problem with this page?   Report it to AuthorsDen
AuthorsDen, Inc. All rights reserved.