I used to move like music,
Aggressive, my trauma speaking volumes.
In recent years I've tried to dance from light,
My divinity, I attempt to exhume.
Still, it's more difficult,
The pain extends through my limbs.
My fists clench and I stomp,
Head circling, the fight against tears I cannot win.
Movement is my fight,
The dragon within the meat suit soars to no end.
Muscles sore and burning orgasmically,
Though no clothes stripped and partner present.
The battles I couldn't win in person,
Wave through my core as I fall to the ground.
Aging not so gracefully,
Moving like an ape in tune with rhythm, unbound.
If you give an ape a gun
will he know how to use it
Would he throw it like a stone
maybe twirl it around
Could he even load the gun
If he figured out
how to load and shoot
then we'd need to give guns to other apes
to protect themselves
You can't have one ape running amuck
with a gun
then they'd need a bomb
who wants to get close to apes with guns
just hurl that bomb at them
but who wants apes with bombs
just get rid of the apes
that will solve all the problems
Ghosts
Garbed in ghostly attires
Glistening like a star
Grimacing like an ape
Gurgling like a black owl
Gathered on public square
Gesturing like actors
Giving a fearful show.
Silverback led his gorilla by the wrist
out into the fog and missed,
lost his heart and then his way,
sadly, he was heard to say,
"Don't get me wrong,
I'm no King Kong,
it's plain to see,
so, don't make a monkey out of me."
Silverback took his gorilla by the hand,
looking for the promised land,
a jungle bungle at very best,
made him roar and beat his chest,
"What can I say,
she's no 'Fay Wray,'
here on the ground
I'm an ape, I don't monkey around."
The overgrown Amazon ape
With his furry tree trunk wide nape
Flew over wearing a red satin cape
Birds cringed at his cumbersome shape
He carried a bag made of crepe
In plum, fuchsia and possibly grape
A fancy one-of-a-kind hairy ape
A scientist said to his mate
“We came from the line of primate!”
Said one of the men,
While waving his pen,
“Refer to yourself, not us, mate.”
An ape heard the scientist say
That men share the same gene as they.
The ape proudly said,
“You’d wish you were dead--
Insult us no more or you’ll pay.”
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The shrewdness of apes delights me so
I barely know where to turn, when to go.
They are more fun than a drift of hogs.
Who smell to high heaven, worse than dead frogs.
There is a school of fish that bothers me too.
They live next to the foxes in the hollow boot shoe.
Labor of moles are rolling their eyes at my plight.
Luckily the pride of lions has chosen to stay out of sight.
yes...
stirred day
april first so...
the winds are
spiraling snow...
in front of the
garage...
and front door
What Girl Apes wear for Formals
Gibbons’
ribbons
Favorite Fruit at Ape Buffet
Great apes
ate grapes
A Chimp’s Seafood Diet
Pete’s chimp
eats shrimp
Out of Control Chimpanze
Spaz Chimp
has limp
Raised for Courage
No chimps
grow wimps!
At the Great Apes Buffet
Eight apes
ate crepes
When Ape Heroes for Justice Arrive
Fair apes
wear capes
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Us the *****sapiens,
Formed from the rich dust
of the Earth,
mixed with salty
tears,
Us the *****sapiens,
Who knows,
Only so well,
What it is too loose,
Us,
The naked Ape,
Scared,
Born with minds that need
to Know,
That seek to soften rock
With flowers,
Paint over emptiness
with living colours,
Us,
The longing Ape,
Who knows so well,
That the day is
short,
And that it must be
lived.
John Roberts
The apes are winning because they stole the fastest bike.
We are trying to keep up, but I am riding a rusty trike.
They are mountain climbing as fast as they can.
Come on! I urge my partner. Let’s be the man!
The apes are ahead, by too many laps to count.
They are laughing the day away on the bike they mount.
I am irritated now, for they are gloating so hard.
Come on! I urge my partner. Let’s move our lard!
The apes just won the contest, and the golden prize.
I was so angry, I could barely see out of my irritated eyes.
They got the purple ribbon, and they bragged away.
Frankly, my partner has had a much better day.
You can't from the well-guarded escape.
It should be a wonder mouths to gape,
Each warder to think self big Ape;
Maximum security Rape!
You dare not from the prison escape;
All days, after recapture, Grape,
Warders familiar with the landscape;
The things you say, your plans, your cough tape...
Gosh! I can see them all your hairs scrape,
In prickly clothes your flogged body drape
And sweat cause to break out on your nape
You don't when surrendered escape
Intrepid camel, name of ibn Shlumpf
Romantic alias ~ Abdullah Heffalumpf
He went ape for the babes, this
Dromedary of all trades
He just wished he could get over their humphs
Nor a competing tournament
Nor yet a journey, life is meant
To be. Stay just as you were sent.
Everyone made is so unique,
You need from nowhere debt to seek,
Beg nor beseech nor feel so meek.
So keep walking your chosen way
Letting your mind nowhere to sway,
You'll reach your heaven one fine day.
In such a way He's once ye made—
Comparing nowhere go ahead,
A jewel you're, ye need ape no jade.
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Musings |47.12.2020| Topic: life, unique
Poet’s note: Every man made unique, needing to copy no one, he needs only follow his set journey. Everyone a jewel need ape no jade.
Hear the horrific ape scream
along the seam of nightmares.
Something waits, gestates
dreams blackened, brutal.
Brittle things skitter, scurry, scamper away,
eyes of entities, deities wail.
Intellectual ape stares into the void,
things better left unknown
unloved never shown.
Along a beautiful barren land of cars,
bars and neon parking-lots
fester into desolate nights
heated from the Aftermath.
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