Luders Allen
April 2008
© Copyright 2008
Above the Kapok tree, Chimp was sitting on top on a late afternoon eating fruits. Meanwhile a very hungry Hyena was at hunt and saw Chimp above the tree sitting and eating fruits, so he started looking up at her. As Hyena could not climb the tree, especially Kapok tree is one of the tallest trees in the world (he wished he could because he was starving to death), he stationed beneath the tree and kept looking up at Chimp. Each fruit Chimp consumed, she dropped the seed below the ground.
Hyena said murmuringly, “Oh Lord! Oh Lord! Oh Lord! Why doesn’t she come down instead. She keeps dropping, dropping, dropping…the fruit’s seeds below the ground, which I have nothing to with them, oh God.”
Eventually, in such a manner Hyena was so eager to see Chimp came down off the tree, he began to develop some mimic strategy.
“Chimp, you’re dropping your fruits. Why don’t you come down to pick them up?” Hyena said in a very charming and docile voice.
“HAH, HAH, HAH, HYENA, YOU’RE CRAZY. DO YOU THINK I WOULD DROP MY SWEET FRUITS JUST LIKE THAT ON THE GROUND. YOU MUST BE OUT OF YOUR MIND. I AM DROPPING THEM DOWN BECAUSE MY JAW IS NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO BREAK THE SEEDS. SO, YOU DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH THEM,” Chimp replied loudly in a manner of mockery.
“Chimp, now are you making fun out of me? You don’t need to raise your voice on me. I am just so concerned about your meal you are throwing away because I know how challenging it is to get some meal in this region,” Hyena said.
“Hyena, since when you were so concerned about me and my meal? Remember, you had my Mom and my brother for dinner,” Chimp answered.
“No, Chimp, not me! I don’t eat meat anymore. I have been a vegetarian for the last 3 years,” Hyena said.
“Ah, ah, ah, that’s right, it must be you who had my Mom and my brother for dinner. That happened 4 years ago,” Chimp replied.
“Chimp, my mistake, I mean I have been a vegetarian for the last 5 years,” Hyena said.
“You fool! It’s not me you are going to have for dinner today. You are going to get something else, fool!” Chimp whispered.
“Chimp, what did you say? I didn’t hear what you said,” Hyena said.
“No, I am not talking to you, Hyena, I am just talking to myself,” Chimp replied.
“Apparently, I heard you say you are not the one I am going to get for dinner today….?” Hyena said.
“Hyena, if you already heard what I said, why do you need to ask me for?” Chimp answered.
“Chimp, calm down! You don’t need to be so rude with me. I am just on your own interest and I don’t see why you are acting in such a manner!” Hyena said.
“Hyena, since when you used to be on my interest, Listen, Hyena, don’t give me that crap, ok!” Chimp replied.
“You see, you are upset with me for no reason,” Hyena said.
“Hyena, I am not upset with you. You are just making yourself looks like a fool before me,” Chimp answered.
“Chimp, that’s right you say to me!” Hyena said in a very sweet voice.
“If she dares coming off the Kapok tree, I swear I am going to have her for dinner just like I did to her Mom and her brother. And I am very sure I would enjoy having her for dinner more than her Mom and her brother. Because as she is very young, her flesh must be tender and juicy,” Hyena whispered.
“Hyena, you think I do not hear what you said. You know I have sensitive hears. Anyway, you are not going to have me for dinner today,” Chimp replied.
Hyena gave to Chimp praising after praising in the most convincingly flattering manners to see if she would come off the tree. Ah, nothing worked out. So, amid the course of the praising and the confrontation, far away, a grumbling noise was arising. However, from time to time, the noise was sounding louder and louder. Meantime, Hyena was carefully listening to the arisen noise and had been very vigilant. In the end, the noise just burst and sounded like a thunder above the sky: WOOH, WOOH, WOOH, WOOH, WOOH, WOOH, WOOH, WOOH!!!
“OH CHIMP, IT’S A LION. I HAVE TO GO!!! I HAVE TO GO!!!” Hyena said.
Now, Chimp began to realize something was not normal and right. Therefore, Hyena was not what Chimp thought he was.
“Come on Hyena! Despite we’ve been disagreeing in many things, but you are so enjoyable to talk to. Why do you want to leave now? Chimp replied.
So now, Chimp quickly realized Hyena was afraid of the Lion and began making a mockery of Hyena’s present situation. She learned that Hyena would not dare to face a male lion. Also, in this situation, Chimp didn’t have to worry about the Lion. She knew that despite lion could sometimes climb a tree, but not this very tall tree. Since Chimp was on top of the Kapok tree where the Lion could not reach her, Therefore, she knew safety was on her advantage.
“YOU’RE CRAZY CHIMP. ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? I AM NOT GOING TO MESS WITH THE KING OF THIS REGION, ESPECIALLY MALE LION. I HAVE TO GO CHIMP!!! I HAVE TO GO CHIMP!!! BYE, BYE!!!” Hyena said while fleeing.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaah life, I thought I was the only one who was afraid of something, alas…!” Chimp whispered.
In life, there’s always something new to learn, and also there’s always a superior or a stronger force than another.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
...Without a Land
(Dedicated to every Haitian within and abroad)
Luders Allen
February 2010
© Copyright 2010
Trees of mine are cut, from me, away.
The rain scarcely falls to showing my
Yams, plantains, potatoes, rice-lily.
The beautiful birds that used to fly
Singing, me-yup, above the wide sky,
Me-yup, me-yup, me-yup, me-yup, yup.
Now, come no more to pause on top
Of my tree’s boughs to sing me, me-yup.
My fresh-salted fishes I ate up
With my yams, potatoes…and syrup
Tea corns are, now, nowhere to be found
Since the ocean is infirm. My old
Comrades whom I trust and so depend
On all aspects ‘ my Life, I declare/d
To represent me, so now turn and
Betray me. Thus make me one man-slaves.
My old comrades sell me and my lands
To strangers and leave me nothingness.
The rest, deep ‘ my land, they bury mines.
At any moment, if not ‘ cautious,
I might be gone, ‘ver, no trace of me.
I live without knowing my existence.
Sometimes, ‘ wonder, am I still alive…?
My land’s already an empty one
With no real name. So, am I, too, one!
Hurricanes passed by, ravaged and destroyed
The nothingness that I had. I cried,
But my crying was ignored. I screamed,
But the echo of my screams bounced
Back at me… I screamed out loud, out loud!!!
My screams condemned me. My land’s ‘ready
Empty as a desert. A whacky
Quake passed and buried my lovely
Comrades alive, leaving ‘hind: city
Of Utopian. I cried, but slimly
Tears run down… I screamed, but it seemed as
Bunch-Murmurs. I left my land ‘cause its
Emptiness and turmoil of all sorts.
Here I’m…in a land, not mine which is.
Tomorrow, if the landowner asks
Me to leave, What will I do? Will ‘ do
Since I have no land? Where will I go,
If the landowner asks me to go
Back home, to my land? What will I do?
What will I do? Where, where will I go…?
Luders Allen
February 2010
© Copyright 2010
Trees of mine are cut, from me, away.
The rain scarcely falls to showing my
Yams, plantains, potatoes, rice-lily.
The beautiful birds that used to fly
Singing, me-yup, above the wide sky,
Me-yup, me-yup, me-yup, me-yup, yup.
Now, come no more to pause on top
Of my tree’s boughs to sing me, me-yup.
My fresh-salted fishes I ate up
With my yams, potatoes…and syrup
Tea corns are, now, nowhere to be found
Since the ocean is infirm. My old
Comrades whom I trust and so depend
On all aspects ‘ my Life, I declare/d
To represent me, so now turn and
Betray me. Thus make me one man-slaves.
My old comrades sell me and my lands
To strangers and leave me nothingness.
The rest, deep ‘ my land, they bury mines.
At any moment, if not ‘ cautious,
I might be gone, ‘ver, no trace of me.
I live without knowing my existence.
Sometimes, ‘ wonder, am I still alive…?
My land’s already an empty one
With no real name. So, am I, too, one!
Hurricanes passed by, ravaged and destroyed
The nothingness that I had. I cried,
But my crying was ignored. I screamed,
But the echo of my screams bounced
Back at me… I screamed out loud, out loud!!!
My screams condemned me. My land’s ‘ready
Empty as a desert. A whacky
Quake passed and buried my lovely
Comrades alive, leaving ‘hind: city
Of Utopian. I cried, but slimly
Tears run down… I screamed, but it seemed as
Bunch-Murmurs. I left my land ‘cause its
Emptiness and turmoil of all sorts.
Here I’m…in a land, not mine which is.
Tomorrow, if the landowner asks
Me to leave, What will I do? Will ‘ do
Since I have no land? Where will I go,
If the landowner asks me to go
Back home, to my land? What will I do?
What will I do? Where, where will I go…?
A Storm in a Small Town
Luders Allen
March 2008
© Copyright 2008
The day as dark as
The night,
The wind whistles
Through the barns,
The houses,
The trees and
The rain.
The river is in
Town,
The debris and
The ghosts are forged
To wave good-bye.
The river rests over
Town.
The debris and
The ghosts are laid and danced smoothly in
Town.
The day as dark as
The night,
The wind whistles
Through the barns,
The houses,
The trees and
The rain.
March 2008
© Copyright 2008
The day as dark as
The night,
The wind whistles
Through the barns,
The houses,
The trees and
The rain.
The river is in
Town,
The debris and
The ghosts are forged
To wave good-bye.
The river rests over
Town.
The debris and
The ghosts are laid and danced smoothly in
Town.
The day as dark as
The night,
The wind whistles
Through the barns,
The houses,
The trees and
The rain.
Heaven
Luders Allen
July 2001
© Copyright 2001
Heaven is where
I inhale the blossoms
Of nature.
I see the sky is clear
As crystal and blue
As indigo.
The ocean is the sky
Where birds sing and
Fly above
On earth, all kind of people laugh,
Smile and touch, without harm,
One another.
Heaven is where
I inhale the blossoms
Of nature.
I see the sky is dark, full moon,
Shiny stars and the ocean is
The sky.
On earth, all kind of people laugh,
Smile and touch, without harm,
One another.
As night goes into peace, I hear
The crickets chirp and dream
Heaven’s dreams.
July 2001
© Copyright 2001
Heaven is where
I inhale the blossoms
Of nature.
I see the sky is clear
As crystal and blue
As indigo.
The ocean is the sky
Where birds sing and
Fly above
On earth, all kind of people laugh,
Smile and touch, without harm,
One another.
Heaven is where
I inhale the blossoms
Of nature.
I see the sky is dark, full moon,
Shiny stars and the ocean is
The sky.
On earth, all kind of people laugh,
Smile and touch, without harm,
One another.
As night goes into peace, I hear
The crickets chirp and dream
Heaven’s dreams.
Down and Up / Up and Down
Luders Allen
July 2007
© Copyright 2007
Amid the Savannah,
The metallic circle
Lies down there fierily,
At pinpoint. There, a deep
Black poplar’s sighing and
Murmuring just for a
Sip of gray cloud or white cloud
To be grown. It’s at the stage
Of its last breath. It stoops,
But refuses to go
Back where it was once came
From. Gray cloud or white cloud
Always hears its murmur
And its sigh and falls for
its savior.
July 2007
© Copyright 2007
Amid the Savannah,
The metallic circle
Lies down there fierily,
At pinpoint. There, a deep
Black poplar’s sighing and
Murmuring just for a
Sip of gray cloud or white cloud
To be grown. It’s at the stage
Of its last breath. It stoops,
But refuses to go
Back where it was once came
From. Gray cloud or white cloud
Always hears its murmur
And its sigh and falls for
its savior.
Lamentation
(Dedicated to Haiti)
Luders Allen
April 1998
© Copyright 1998
You keep shooting and burning me
For your own sake and pleasure.
You keep shooting and burning me
For greediness and power.
Can’t you see before your eyes
And your conscience, I am sick?
I am in deep pain and hopeless!
My body has been burning from shooting after
Shooting and from fire after fire. Each time I
Am nearly healed, you shoot me or you start a
Fire. Why are you causing me so much pain?
Tears don’t slide down my face anymore.
They dry like sand in the desert.
The echo of my voice sounds like
A nearly dead deer in the jaw of a lion, from the
Endless pain you’ve caused me. Here you start
Shooting at me again and I am far from healing of
My existing wounds and burning skins.
You keep saying you love me:
I am your deepest heart and soul,
I am your shiny star and paradise.
If you really love me, why don’t you free me?
Free me from my long time torment.
Free me, I can harvest my sweet fruits, greens…
And I can breathe again my sweet-little wind.
Luders Allen
April 1998
© Copyright 1998
You keep shooting and burning me
For your own sake and pleasure.
You keep shooting and burning me
For greediness and power.
Can’t you see before your eyes
And your conscience, I am sick?
I am in deep pain and hopeless!
My body has been burning from shooting after
Shooting and from fire after fire. Each time I
Am nearly healed, you shoot me or you start a
Fire. Why are you causing me so much pain?
Tears don’t slide down my face anymore.
They dry like sand in the desert.
The echo of my voice sounds like
A nearly dead deer in the jaw of a lion, from the
Endless pain you’ve caused me. Here you start
Shooting at me again and I am far from healing of
My existing wounds and burning skins.
You keep saying you love me:
I am your deepest heart and soul,
I am your shiny star and paradise.
If you really love me, why don’t you free me?
Free me from my long time torment.
Free me, I can harvest my sweet fruits, greens…
And I can breathe again my sweet-little wind.
Starling and Seagull: the Hungers
Luders Allen
March 2005
© Copyright 2005
Wings sprawled under the silver light.
A piece of flesh attached to the snout
Of the starling, hanging and floating.
The Gull’s tailgating the starling
By an inch of distance, and not willing
To settle its wings, after a long
And a hard time of hunt, for suddenly
Its hunt being attached without its
Consent to the Starling’s snout.
Between the earth and the sky,
An engagement of acrobatics,
And speeds scattered. Echoes pierced
The transparent walls. My heart felt with
Delight. And my eyes lost in the depth
Between the earth and the sky.
March 2005
© Copyright 2005
Wings sprawled under the silver light.
A piece of flesh attached to the snout
Of the starling, hanging and floating.
The Gull’s tailgating the starling
By an inch of distance, and not willing
To settle its wings, after a long
And a hard time of hunt, for suddenly
Its hunt being attached without its
Consent to the Starling’s snout.
Between the earth and the sky,
An engagement of acrobatics,
And speeds scattered. Echoes pierced
The transparent walls. My heart felt with
Delight. And my eyes lost in the depth
Between the earth and the sky.
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