Long Baboon Poems
Long Baboon Poems. Below are the most popular long Baboon by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Baboon poems by poem length and keyword.
Iambic pentameter is all about the syllables, which ones are loud, and which ones are soft.
Baboon has two sounds – ba, and boon, a soft sound, and then a loud sound. High school also has two syllables, or two sounds. High and School also has two sounds, but the rhythm is loud sound, soft sound. The phrase: A baboon teaches at the high school has how many syllables? If you do not know, you can easily clap it out. With each sound, do one clap. A (one clap or one sound) baboon (two claps or two sounds), teaches (2 claps or two sounds) at (one clap or one syllable or one sound), the (one clap or one syllable or one sound), high (one clap or one syllable) school (one clap or one syllable or one sound).
The phrase A baboon teaches at the high school has a total of 10 sounds or 10 syllables or 10 claps.
Let us look at the word baboon again. Baboon - a soft sound, then a loud sound, or a soft syllable, and then a loud syllable, right? What about the word high school? Which syllable is soft? Which syllable is loud? The loud syllable is the first one, because that is the one your voice puts the most emphasis on.
Consequently, the word high school has a loud syllable, soft syllable rhythm.
When poets speak of iambic pentameter they are speaking of a five-in-a-row rhythm of soft loud, soft loud, soft loud, soft loud, soft loud sounds. It is important to remember there are five of them, and they must be soft loud, not loud soft sounds. Would high school work in this rhythm? Not well as it is a loud soft sound. What about the word baboon would it work in iambic pentameter – soft loud, soft loud, soft loud, soft loud, soft loud? Five in a row? Yes, it would because baboon is a soft loud word. Baboon, baboon, baboon, baboon, baboon. It might be possible to instill the word baboon in your mind now, so when you are writing iambic pentameter you can remember that baboon would work and the cadence is soft, loud. Also please remember to write iambic pentameter it must be five in a row.
A baboon teaches at the high school.
She has never heard of the golden rule.
Her students make fun of her behind her back.
Her lunch they have blown up in a paper sack.
We were supposed to go on a field trip today,
But the only one who signed up was that suck up, Mae.
Written July 16, 2018
Entered Line Gauthier’s Poetry Contest
Contest: Reads Like Music
Little Heidel clapped her hands
As she heard the marching bands
Monkeys came who were leading
With their funny tails beating
Colorful and cheerful drums
Ratta-tat and Rummy-tums
Next up came some marching tunes
clarinets played by baboons
Elephants marched next in line
Blowing horns, they did just fine
Heidel watched in joy at those
Now came cats, bells on their toes!
Heidel's papa jumped for joy
Up next came a little boy
Playing fiddle joyfully
Heidel laughed for she could see
Brother Petra winked an eye
As the marching band passed by
Heidel's dream was so much fun
But her nap was finally done
Wiping way' sleep from her eyes
What she did next was no surprise!
Opening her pink toy box
Found her monkeys made from socks
Happy laughter followed soon
Heidel found her toy baboon
Stuffed elephants, a toy cat
She made them march,
just like that
Heidel's papa came to see
Petra's fiddle joined with glee
Everybody shared a smile
Their joy lasted quite awhile
Heidel's toys were oh so grand
Such a happy marching band!
Heidel made her dream come true
Now her story's told to you!
Just for fun!
Dedicated to Grammy's sweet angels
My children and grandkids
Make your dreams come true!
<3
Comedians have a skill of cracking people's ribs:
Can you imagine, I went for Police recruitment. They ordered us to run 200 metres. I ran and took the first place, later to be arrested by Police and told me that I was running like a thief!
The teacher told me to solve the maths problem on the board. So I went up and erased the maths problem.... I solved the maths problem!
He regrets studying about Zinjathropus. That baboon has never helped him in any way!
The only time my Uncle hugged me was when power went off. He thought I was the maid!
Heartbreak is not friendship. I remember scratching somebody's head , in the bus thinking that's it's mine!
When I was young I used to think that there were people inside the radio singing!
The way I used to chase my sister's husbands when they were dating... Today, I even feel shy visiting them.
When I was young I used to think that twins are as a result of marrying a beautiful woman!
Looking this beautiful like a divorced woman who's trying to get the Ex husband attention and get him to regret!
You are too young to understand marriage issues. All you see is the structure of a lady. Wait until you grow up and marry!
When I was young, I used to fear snakes until it talked to someone in the garden of Eden. Now, I fear whom it talked to!
I was vibing to a latest song in my neighbour's car. Now, I was forced to contact the car dealer. Thanks to my neighbor for now am in for a loan car!
People are busy debating about the correct English phrase when the owners of the language have never bothered to speak our native languages!
Husband and wife are against each other's neck. This drama can't end like boxing. The ship can't have two captains so one has to be a follower!
What do you call a condition where a woman only becomes loving when her husband gets paid!
I remember when I went for interviews. They asked me, " tell us more about yourself". You know I explained until the next day!
When my brother was young, he thought education is the only key to success until when he graduated and found that they have changed the padlock!
I thought my boyfriend was ignoring my calls for 3 solid days. Only to discover that he was in police cells!
{For Nelson and Winnie Mandela}
You, me said I to my honey bitter
When like the windy aether,
Blows us hither and thither
Bursting bubbles on elevating air,
I shall sleep dreaming with one eye open
Set you and I free on a chilly rest,
Virtually recalling the immure moments
I shall tell you of inborn pain.
Hence, that in these moments, hours
Days running in weeks, months into years
And coming to these moments,
It's love I suppose so
That I should be waiting, waiting and waiting
For you on this thing that like the windy aether,
Has blown away, blown away till this moments.
I shall sleep through to another day
Because of you, I and the offspring
And watch you through, though my heart is spilling
Could it be my strength has withered?
Or my agility has disappeared?
So when the night comes to eyes
And the silence deafened ears
In those moments, hours, days, weeks and months
And the years, O the years!
Which I have slept through just remembering you.
I have looked your face through,
When you are slumbering, thinking silently
Of your vanity, tells of enchantment saliently.
Let us lay on the lawn
And make sweater nothing of love,
Let us float upwelling in delight for the ocean,
And make sea-wine sip among arteries rejecting behoove.
It is love I suppose so
That I should be waiting,waiting and waiting,
For you on this thing that like the windy aether
Has blown away, blown away till these moments,
And you insinuate without times, whether
That ours prophesy shakable love lust,
It has not gone through the last
Of consent; well, it's all sentimental
Even though, I have gone and mount the pedestal
Like the Baboon drumming
Out his chest so loud;
My head had gone white shouting so loud
And the children care clamoured for
My greater loftier ladder,
Aged head has gone white like cloud.
You would say then, I have waited for ages,
I have trimmed the lamp for ages
I have fumbled with the candle for long;
But then flop;
Fell out of one uniting rope
I went so far flung,
Even though thinking of you then
As I now thinking of you so,
And you have on, on and on thinking then
I would wait for you so.
Standing on a ridge a sight can be seen. The kettles were choosing a queen. Bouquets were bought for the waters within. For waters will want wonderful and wonderful it was. The chosen kettle was a marvel. Complete with glowing sides and clear too. Captivating when boiling as the bubbles could be seen. But when cleaning was required it was time for the little wire brush to trot over to the kettle. Insert itself then move around to clear the debris. WOW. Look how it sparkles. Amazing isn't it?
But a bored baboon can only be made to smile through sipping a cup of banana juice, kissing trees, and playing ping pong with the dainty pig who was also rather fed up at this moment in time as the apples were not falling from the trees and that was a travesty.
Oh go and play a game of noughts and crosses in a shoe then. And definitely play monopoly in a chest of drawers. It is irrelevant the scores given to twenty over sized marbles in a washing machine. Scores should only ever be awarded to skittles. And skittles skate so when the pond is icy always put skating boots on them.
To outsmart a heron with a bunch of melons and some keys is to kiss over ninety frogs at a ball. But attending a ball has to be the most single important factor on a calendar card for a pineapple whose hair stood out from the rest in lovely green spikes. But lemons never wear such head dresses for they prefer triangular tiaras and triangular tiaras are neither tepid training turtle-neck tulips and neither are they tigers talking to timbers. Timber-frames are most thwarted at the tango but woods can waltz most admirably. Positioned palettes pirouetting.
And never forget to keep an eye on the Pyrex dish for Pyrex dishes can be filled with a vast array of produce and arrays of produce are mainly understood to be as vibrant as a colourful garden windmill. Spinning in a breeze then. Good. Creamy coleslaw calming carrots creatively creating canopies. Pea wisdom in a skirt skimming the stones into the lake from the shore holding the umbrella and a picnic basket.
WOW
Curtain chop on a tight rope.
Z Wunderpus photogenicus Z
At thirty six flies zooming on a lawn to 18 garlands of flowers in a florist.
Form:
The intestines of a sow....The heart, of a baboon....Don't worry, we'll take good care, of you!?
Androids and clones....And, we'll freeze your brain, for, tomorrow....
All wisdom, originated, in the west?....This is, 'Our God'....This....This....That....
We're right, your wrong....Kill the plague....Conquer, the desease....
Help them all see?....A feather, shall divide....Their....Your....Fate?
Set a date....Grab a mate....Choose your side....'Rise'....Articulate!
Interpretations....Prophecies....Analagies....Symphonies....Survivor....
Here, take this pill....but, do call me, in the morning, for, another, breakthrough?
Freud and Young....Einstein....Professor, whats his name?
Modern analysis....Scientific....Astrological....Philosophies....And, Doctor Phil....
Shave a little here....Add, a little there....'There'....There you go
Presto....Pick a card....'How'....How'd they do that?
Its all, in the scope son....Its all....In the eye, of the beholder....
Hit em with a left....Buckle em, with a right....Now, now, now, now, step, to the side!
Here, I just made, these eyes....'Your OK~I'm OK'....Call me, Mr. Jeckyl
No, I'll call you. Mr. Hyde!....
And, ten million years ago, today, man, walked upon the moon....
And wisdom, 'wisdom,' well, you see, it came, from the north?
Here....Meet....R2,D2....And, have you ever seen the bones, the remains
Of...."A Rackatackle Shaborous"....But....Dr. Frankenstein....
Yes John....What, is your question....(Lightning bolts and thunder)....
Well, professor?....If everything originated in the south?....Then, what am I to do?
You see....My eyes....Will close....Soon....Before....I ever....Even...."Breathe!"
And, I really want to know, before I go, the meaning, behind the cause....
Behind the factor? Behind the feather? The planet, the universe, the statue, or, the tree?
'The God,' that shall, or shall not....R2D2....Decide....My....'Eternity!?'
Yes, yes, good question....'Igor'....Could you answer that for him, please....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
{The Ologies 2B}
Form:
I suddenly became aware
(although rooted motive not clear)
avoiding self castration ere
yours truly back during
forty three plus summers ago
(do the math and figure out what year)
long haired pencil necked geek
applied dull razor
to remove, (albeit temporarily) hair
covering these skinny legs.
The missus asked me
(hitherto known as her bozo)
just mere moments ago
to craft humorous poem to glow
nsync with the shiny nose of Rudolph
keeping syncopated metrical flow
thus methought to crow
about being equally as foolish
streaking naked outside at five below
so without further here I go
rattling off gibberish as common Joe
King cole, a merry old soul...
dirt poor, hence without any dough
to embellish endeavor as literary pro,
who also sought to catch eye of Mister Perdue
(yea him of agribusiness fame)
to sacrifice self for New Year's barbecue.
Yours truly repurposed courtesy rigged
easy to assemble cannibalistic spit
with large fig leaf covering puny naughty bit
meekly (née willingly) surrendered
matter of fact, I paid with bitcoin chit
recognized latest currency
ever since legal tender easily susceptible
and oftimes confused as counterfeit
money forged, smelted, and hammered
linkedin with pendulum that swung within pit.
Thus analogous to
Five Chinese brothers immune
yours truly constituted more'n one secret boon
such fiery flames (hot enough
to melt like molten rock)
could harm not a hair
of one *****sapien baboon
matter fact simian in question could become swell
think hot air balloon
allowing, enabling and providing me quick escape
national anthem playing as most popular tune,
a capella, I simultaneous croon
as hot embers snap, pop, and crackle
token human crisply cooking
taking place at high noon
despite the most ferocious typhoon,
no worry, I defy being drowned
survival skills inherited sophisticated protozoan
symbiotic eukaryotes since time immemorial
livingsocial within tight quarters
with not mushroom
to maneuver - oh... hold on,
cuz I will be done lame
reasonable rhyme really soon
ah... just about done
getting cooked the color maroon.
One evening an old ailurophile strolled through a forest with her blackest of cats,
To brood on her once goldenrod hair and the callipygous bottom on which she once sat.
Her head hung low upon shrugged cathartic shoulders,
In her crestfallen saunter, she sobbed in fear of aging any older.
Passing with desuetude the felicity in each shimmering yet saccharine leaf and lagoon,
Her passions for appreciation poured from her pale open mouth, which scowled at the moon.
Miserable was this lethargic and elderly ingenue,
For beauty no longer sung in her sagging sinew.
Then, as the moonlight began to trickle through the canopy,
It cast it's light upon a wooden bridge she approached in apathy.
It was a crossing over a creek that cricketed and croaked,
And from beneath its twelfth slab a repugnant face poked.
The old woman squealed at the foul frowning face,
And tripped in the mud, ruddying her shirt made of lace.
"Whose turpitude is this, to trip on my riparian?"
Said the heinous face, "Ah, 'tis an elderly barbarian."
"Who are you to call me a barbarian you hideous imp,"
Said she, "Why are you in a lagoon, are you baboon or chimp?"
"I am no monkey you ancient squawking hen,
I am the troll of this toll bridge that crosses my fen.
You shall not walk on this bridge further than its middle,
Unless you can answer one of my riddles."
"Ok, Rumpelstiltskin, need I bare you a son,
Once your impetuous petulant riddle is done?"
To which the little troll replied with a grin and guffaw,
"That would not be possible for your innards are dried straw.
Nevertheless, here is my riddle for you to answer:
Which disease in you was the deadliest of cancer?"
Having only one breast left from the cancer that took it,
The woman looked insulted but felt deep inside a sad pit.
"The deadliest of all of the cancers is the blessing of beauty in the face,
For only mutated atrophy can follow the folly that which time does erase."
With that response the little troll let her pass,
And she strutted her stuff as she did as a lass.
Night of the full moon
Whale fish are most adept at swimming around in a shot glass but glass goblets are preferred by dolphins whose long dorsal fin opts for wide open rimmed spaces. Stingrays desire to be seen in the most finest crystal glasses but the flat fish is only ever seen in a tumbler. Often tumbling. And giggling with pure delight. But what of ambition from all these creatures. Would they not want to swap? Are they ever content with their locations? Omnipresent octopi often offer octagonal orifices. The vertical verb of a naughty little variegated platy can vary a variant victoriously. How rather marvellous that is isn't it?
Instinct ink can inform. But ink that is mislaid, misinformed and generally mundane is confused and confusion can offer creations canopies of catastrophic chasms. Mingle in a mangle then. Up and down the threads. Obviously a straight ironed trousers. Hemmed. Could see straight through 27 pairs of skirts in rows and point out the pin marks.
Awkward antelope answering apostle ants?How quite amazing! Well it is isn't it? And the gathering of the buds upon the washing line can hang out in all weathers. Thus ensuring an even radius of elements to dry, wet then dry again. Broad shoulders of a bean. Big bloated buffalo's beating banging bongo's. Baboon laughs and laughs and laughs and lingers on leaves no more for the beat is too amazing to place himself in such a confined positional place but heated propositions from a piglet often sway the breezes. And the backwards running tap always laughs at the dandelion in flight. Because it is very very very funny indeed!
WOW
Running ruining radii ravish radishes ridiculing realities. Such reduction in a nylon beaded glove. And gloves of a geranium are often glowing and glowering at the same time. Such a simultaneous display of floral fragrant feats.
WOW
Fiddle fathoms fish fetching forks finely.
Z at the X lauwiliwilinukunuku?oi?oi Z to X
At 46 mealworms chatting over a nice cup of tea at a garden fete to 19 cackling teapots dressed in wintry jumpers smoking.
X
Form:
If there is a hand that I could shake, I would shake a thousand hands before I walk through the gate, if there is a heart that I could break, I would break ten thousand hearts until I find the correct path.
The journey is not for me alone, it is the gravity that keeps pulling me around and the sentiments that I feel, keeps pinching me on my heels forcing me to confronts my own dreams; it is not the dream that I dream of, it is the dream that the universe force on me and I have to make it my destiny.
I enter the universe searching for a space to stretch but there was so much clutter around, I had to clear up the dead woods from the town and drain the negative energy that is saturated in thin air and cleanse the entire atmosphere.
It is the clutter that surrounds me, that is feasting on my energy and the dogs prowling around the streets at night gathers at the gate and fighting with each other; they have no special home and they keep roaming around the town bawling out at nights and conjuring a dog fight and the young baboon hiding in the tree looking on them like a fierce referee.
If I could create magic in the sea, I would make all the fish come running after me, I would give each one a name and a place to live and build a village on top of the hill with running water connected to the stream and lots of space to add an extra bridge to accommodate the traffic that climb up the hill.
I would entertain the white sharks and the seagulls after dark and put a barrier around the grounds to contain the energy that is moving around and when the task is complete, I will walk to the top of the hill and examine the four corners of the earth and make a wish before I cross over.
I stepped out into the unknown to see what I have found but a multitude of lights surround me and the floodgates creeps up slowly behind me and providence screams loudly in the streets and disrupts my heart beat and daylight burst the door open and I finally crossed over on the other side.