Oh please don't spank your monkey my friend
Your animosity has no end
Much like flogging a dog
You keep flogging your log
First you spank it, then spank it again
As she lays tucked in her white crib,
she hugs her brown monkey.
Other animals fill her crib,
but she chooses the brown monkey.
Why one may ask?
even as a baby she has a choice to make.
As the years go by she wants her brown monkey,
for love and peace no other animal will do.
The years pass by as she grows up,
with every move her brown monkey will follow.
Now grown,
she looks at this bedraggled stuffed animal.
Her heart is filled with love for her brown monkey,
he was much more than a soft toy.
She say she wants to go home with me tonight as we sit by the bus park,
but I tell her we can make home right here in this moments,
haven't you heard heavens rumours that the god of love escaped,
maybe the rumours are true cause you are with him at the moment,
gods create let me create love like no other for both of us in this moment,
you realize I cannot stop staring at you heavy chest,
because am already in the world of fantasy you squeezing me with those beautiful breasts of yours
till I ran out of breathe,
don't worry you won't kill me am already dead cause I died the moment I saw you
so am as well zombified in the moment,
let me handle you with care cause that what happens in home,
and I would do a perfect job of taking you home as you wanted
They asked the fox about his witness.
He pointed to his tail.
They asked the dog about his witness.
He pointed to the baboon.
They asked the gorilla about his witness.
He pointed to his rear end.
Tail is tail.
* Six lines poem that has three micro stories; the seventh line is so short conclusion.
You’ll Pick out everybody’s problems but you wont help your self
You’d rather sit alone in pity then take care of your health
You act like it’s everybody’s fault you’ve got nothing to gain
using Magic capsules to escape your own brain
Can’t give yourself a break so you wanna do it over again
Someone help this monkey in a cage from going insane
Baboon monkey often snatches kids, children, and the elderly's food
By Tanvir Mostafa
Where are our those days, where is our lost society?
What we behold right now—is it the proper system of community?
Does goodness prevail or exist in the mid of us really?
We find soundness of reason and justice only occasionally.
Many a poet says the world is the right place for love and peace,
But perhaps that thought belonged to their own time, not this..
This is the time of anarchy, violence, and indiscipline,
We find people talk about problem and suffering.
Now people deal with science and technology,
But many noble souls died for their ideology..
People in this modernity, with what they have, can’t remain happy, Their restless minds still chase a missing harmony.
How can I embrace the sayings of poets?
Instead of love and peace, the world is a place of riots.
Deadly weapons are made to put an end to lives,
As if only hatred and bloodshed survive.
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No way you could call this a drizzle
Came out like rhinoceros pizzle
On this day at the zoo
This old monkey just blew
It fried my eyes and made them sizzle
Blinded, direction was hard to gauge
And I fell into the lion's cage
I was sure she'd eat me
But she purred so sweetly
Now I live with a cat half my age
Had no trouble adjusting at all
Bet you wouldn't catch this at the mall
So just you wait and see
A proud papa I'll be
Because she's expecting in the Fall
Gabby wailful goes wane
Gassy wagtail
Gruff white-livered
Grudging walleyed
Grubby wanton
Grouchy warlike
Great weasel
Gross-out wicked
Grizzle whiney
Going in will-o'-the-wisp
Going with his big baby
I've never been to Kathmandu
it's highly unlikely I'm ever going to
and I don't consider macaques the least bit holy
while some there choose so to do
tho' they may be Nepalese aristocracy
no they won't make a monkey of me
such couldn't leave me any colder
as it's all in the mind's eye of the beholder
and who decides what is 'God'
of all possibilities chapter and verse in the universe
why give such Old World primates the nod
how about a slug or a ladybug
polyphyly and insects are equally relevant too
in fact if we're allegedly created in 'His' likeness
why not me... or even you?
Tired War,Release the Monkeys
They tried to nail my boot to the floor
No nail puller
My influence won the day
I was the monkey man
Earn the right
I want to ask
Just for a little more time
Growing life growing tree
just to lose it
Can't you see
Life got to be better
Once I lit that cigarette Ocean of tomorrows
Swells
Fasten our belts
There's air escaping This world has a leak
Just before a cats shadow beyond the hill
Against the grayish stucco plastered wall
Fortune of forever
Now its in your face
Fear fear fear
its all coming together
Together
Why I fear completion
Or falling apart
Put your mind in another place
Seeing the sun cut out to shade
I promise to do enough
oxygen enough empty space for you
To have another cigarette
Well I can't say that you suck
Unless I can do better
But even then
I saw monkeys
Hooked up to masks
I wondered who is actually murdering their ass
Well the monkey mysteriously went away
Hope take me away from tragedy
My old friend stayed
Giving death sentences like belonging to some hell bent regime
The trumpets sounded
I let it finish
I faded into forget
In a village lived a lame man named Dick
Once he was walking along with a stick
A monkey with a grin
From back, pulled the stick in
With a flick of stick, he gave it a kick
Oh, Chita, the monkey !
Tarzan's eternal companion.
Oh, Chita. the monkey !
Playful with him like no other
With a kissy grace
Until Jane, her companion, arrived.
Oh, oh, oh!
Chita, the monkey
How she sighs and cries
Seeing that vine in the trees
That surrounds the two of them embraced
Around the waist
Getting her ass red.
Oh, Cita, the monkey !
Who is crying
Because she has heard Tarzan
Saying to his beloved Jane:
-Little rosebud
That opens every day
Hug me at night
That it's snowing.
It's snowing. Jane
It's snowing
Little rosebud
It's snowing.
Jane answering:
-Oh, oh, oh, Tarzan.
Both are primates, both can smile
Though mankeys have no tail.
One is wild still and free,
The other found in only zoos.
Can you guess which one is you?
Maybe neither 'cause you're a mousekey?
Monkey Flings Poo
Monkey
Flings
Poo
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
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