Animal Age Poems

The Indian elephant


I knew of an Indian elephant who worked at a circus 
on an act where unhappy animals sit up and beg 
and sad...

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It is a myth I tell you.

Men don't lose their hair,
It just gravitates from here,
  to there.

I swear if I live long enough,
And decide...

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Never met her, yet I've heard
the crazy Tante von Vogt
lived her life as any would,
if they were crazy.

She'd walk to butcher's each week
no nod greeting...

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Note: This poem is the twin poem for "She Speaks for the Dead." This one is in the mockingbird's perspective. 



I perch upon the locked...

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There is a rhythm that is moving around the globe, and you have to catch on to it before you grow old, it is moving...

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Make sure you do not need the toilet before stepping into a lift.

If you drop something pick it up before a packrat or a magpie...

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He was just a boy, living his life each day
Growing into his young years, displayed
Day to day life encouraging young thrall
Doing as he should, with...

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The mist of time unravels
As people slam  gravels
Making a piece of history disappear 
Does it not make you fear
The time of no past is...

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Absolute deafening silence...

during and after a moderate snowfall
today January 19th, 2024,
within Southeastern Pennsylvania
and elsewhere across the Eastern Seaboard,
whereby blanket of whiteness
muffles sounds of civilization.

I hate...

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He's an elder now so don't dare forget.
He has special needs and they need to be met..
Always been a hot boy so keep the thermostat...

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Wonderment at existence – mine

a sixty four year old married bloke
born January 13th, mcmlix
under Capricorn sign in general,
and January 13th in particular
who dons online personage
with...

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Font Din Black

so u real??? 
Warning! The following choppy, batty, 
dopey: elegy = flaky, goofy, history: iffy, 
jumpy, kooky: loopy, matty, nappy, nippy, 
sketchy material...

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people come, they go
pattern of lives loose-woven
and unrecognised

fate is just chance, some
random coincidence of
persons and events

if pattern there is
you and I could not see it
too...

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Thanksgiving gobbledygook

The following anecdote baste
upon overactive imagination of mine
in sync with being married
and monogamously living socially chaste
life as a scrupulous anchorite,
whose weather beaten corporeal flesh
plus...

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Au revoir oh perilous freedom...

Since pledging my troth
to the missus July 25th, 1996
after the comma error
punctuated mein kampf with disequilibrium.

Ever since the notions
of life, liberty...

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