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Stubbornness

Original poem below...after the definition, found on www.google.com: "Full Definition of stubborn. 1a (1) : unreasonably or perversely unyielding : mulish (2) : justifiably unyielding : resoluteb : suggestive or typical of a strong stubborn nature UNSUPPORTED CODE 2 : performed or carried on in an unyielding, obstinate, or persistent manner UNSUPPORTED CODE Stubborn | Definition of Stubborn by Merriam-Webster www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/stubbornMerriam-Webster" https://www.google.com/search?q=stubbornness+definition&oq=stubbornness+definition&aqs=chrome..69i57j0l2.4837j0j7&sourceid=chrome&es_sm=0&ie=UTF-8 Original poem: Energized by nothing in particular Motivated to be like an over-active anteater Fire of desire consumed me as a whole I am a happy soul amongst a sad soul I am gloomy and I can’t help it I am bipolar and no one wants to hear my bullshit Head banging to Marilyn Manson Listening to Korn on the radio Disturbed and Linkin Park got me hooked Sorry, babe, but my schedule is already booked On a sexy girl named Trissa I love her because – uh… She is my life and everything in between Insightful foolishness wrapped around me I am nice and you are soundin’ mean I’m about to have a heart attack, my stunning baby Where have you been all my life? Even in death, you will be with me Despite the strife, you cut me open like a heart knife There’s no reason that I adore you, but I just do because you make me feel free We fight together…as one… I am the moon and you are the sun But…I don’t understand where you stand Stubborn Fire that’s salivating on your tongue Ring around me, Pride Close at Hand You’re grand, you’re my idol, so take my hand, my sexy fool…you’re my missing longue You make me breathe again You make me fall apart like rose pedals on the forest sky Then again, I am more brave than a million men Arrogant aggression evolves around my inner being, I can’t deny Independent off of others’ dependence Point the gun of blame at me, buddy Red of undead dread bleed through my inner being Rock n rollin’ on pop this evening… I’ll wear the cap of illegal pride…forget the haters… And the stuck-up, gangsters and the roller-skaters… That think they are all that when they are not I’m on the bridge, Above the watery grave I see Below me Rumor has it that I’m a hero and a villain combined I’ve been fined for being awfully kind So tired of being stepped on Time and time again You hurt me badly to the core of my existence It’s none of your business What I do in my daily life… Creativity and logic is getting less used in society Maturity and immaturity levels vary… I eye her suspiciously Like a security guard, checking out a witch in the hunting spree So scared and unprepared… Clinch your stereotypes, But know who you are deep inside Clearly, I was taken astray by wicked ways Confident strides is in my DNA Twist and turn with me, Serpent Serpentine Baby… Silly Kerfly, magic is for adults… I was a hobo I was a homeless guy, I already know Don’t assume who I am… I can’t deny That you take me as a lie Or as a joke rather… There are much more grapes of glory and grace to gather Vines of vibrant vulgarity is saturated on your tongue Your devouring tongue of pleasures… Beyond a million measures… Vibes of genius rummages through all of me Cuz all of you wants all of me Cuz all of me wants all of Him… Losing it already… I’m insane I’m a worthless son of a gun Stuck together like two peas in a pod Then, we went our separate ways I can live without wifi I can live without the internet I can live without you I can’t live without her I can live without him… But, let me sink into my chair today There’s too much to bear on television Ah man, no wonder I have headaches and an unfulfilled mission A mission of becoming the new me… My old ways are hunting me down I want to be free like an ever-growing tree… Wearing a crown of Tranquil Town ASAP, Give me a break QTC (quit the crap) You ate me up like scrumptious steak Touch me with your eyes Lick me with your flames We are good gals and guys So, play me like your app games You can tell everyone – I love you… I don’t care anymore… You are my number one I’m blue, then red again… Boo, it’s true… I hadn’t a clue… I’ve been missing you I like closeness I like affection Sports are exciting more or less I like perfection I’m a flawed mess


Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2016


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Destiny


   relentless marching
   with no real destination
   the anteater wakes



Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014


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ALIEN

A.L.I.E.NS
(Advanced people Living In an Enigmatic world under a Nation with a Stentorian voice.)


Hear me, as I roar.
Hear me, as I walk on two than foe.
Hear me, as I pour this O.E all over the floe.

Hear me, as my mouth begins to expand 3inches wide, 3ft deep. Eyes wide awake to count to 1,000 sheep & you’ll be sleeping. In the end take the time to create a system whose actions can’t be duplicated where great steaks can’t be duplicated. Building “MY’ name in the air, in between these clouds.
Hearing the crowd scream “MY” out loud. How sweet it sounds hearing you name being shouted from the top of the balcony. Flashing screen lights screaming “Marry me, sexy!!!”

Craving out guitars from twigs, building white wigs from sheep wool. While we drown our sorrows in swimming pools, pull me out before I drown in my on intelligence. Pushing 88 into the future with a superior mind concept.

Hear me, as I roar,
Hear me, as I walk on two than foe.
Hear me, as I pour this O.E all over the floe.

Hear me, as I build with no skills a behemoth monument. Where the whips are the teacher & the work was consider book-work. From Dusk to Dawn to your yawn is dead & gone. Wishing to be transported back to home. Home was now the place where the invalid escaped the punishment & the dead was the only one who got away from the marks. Sleep on hay or make a bed where you feel you should lay. Skin melts turning from light to where it’s impossible to see at night.

Hear me, as I roar.
Hear me, as I walk on two than foe.
Hear me, as I pour this O.E all over the floe.

The time of living in caves felt more like living in cages. A limited option where the only catch is the cage is un-locked, not knowing where the next step will lead. Perform deeds to provide the FAM with feed. Sweet hams & candy yams brings hell of cavities, we perform better activities to stay active.

Hear me, as I roar.
Hear me, as I walk on two than foe.
Hear me, as I pour this O.E all over the floe.

The Cool Breeze brings a measure of good ease. Changing topics better than the last High top fade coming back “A blast from the past”. From the liquid tree on every corner to the hungry anteater crawling over your quarter.

Hear me, as I roar.
Hear me, as I walk on two than foe.
Hear me, as I pour this O.E all over the floe.

Confused on whom to choose, will this person act a fool or shine bright as a jewel? Big guns, small bullets, Gun-powered overflow, who will be the first one to go? Go down loud with a Big Bang and a POW. The nation is screaming WOW! How did it come to end with a #POW!! And everybody is wondering HOW?

Hear me, as I roar.
Hear me, as I walk on two than foe.
Hear me, as I pour this O.E all over the floe.
Hear me, as I tell a short un-thought of story never been told before.
Hear me, as I whisper a softly poetic poem as the cure to being a being among Otherworldly beings.

At the end of the day we are...

-A.L.I.E.NS
(Advanced people Living in an Enigmatic world under a Nation with a Stentorian voice.)



 


Copyright © Prince Patterson | Year Posted 2014


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CLEMENTINE

I'm so sad and mad, said Clementine the porcupine
Everyone is afraid of me, one glance and they pee
Do they think I shoot my quills, just for thrills
I can't help the way I am

Me, too, said Antoinette the anteater
I look scary, be wary, others say, but I'm not
My long muzzle is no puzzle, this is me
I can't help the way I am

Me too, said Roth the sloth
Everyone says I'm lazy but I'm not
Hanging in trees, looking at birds and bees
I can't help the way I am

Me too, said Jake the snake
We come in all shapes and sizes, but no one realizes
This is me, I'm special and free
I can't help the way I am

Well, said Barnaby the baboon
I'm not little and cute like a raccoon
And I wouldn't want to be, I'm ME
I look big and imposing, but really just posing
Because I'm unique, shiny and sleek

People feel this way too, just like you
All shapes and sizes and colors
Some screech or holler
But Barnaby is right, just be YOU


Copyright © Jeanie Bennett | Year Posted 2017


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GUYS WHO WORK IN THE ZOO

GUYS WHO WORK IN THE ZOO

Laryngitis specialist for the giraffe 
A dozen  lozenges for her calf
 
Dental assistant doing fillings 
Or bridgework for baby crocodillings

Pest control officer for monkeys
But I don’t  gotta eat  them fleas

Cook doing  anteater lunch each day
“Always ants  again !” they  say

Dry cleaning the striped  pyjamas  
For horses to masquerade as  zebras

Satisfying  the needs of the doe
For the big bucks….oh  yes  oh!

Nose-job surgeon for rhinos fair?
A  Depardieu  or  a  Jackson, sir?

A  tail-tip trimmer as a  try-on?
Especially for the male lion

But not a slimmer trainer for a hippo
A hopeless task becoming a beau


Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2010


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The Aardvark and the Pangolin

The Aardvark and the Pangolin,
Romantically, had been entwined.
But infidelity, was in the air,
Aardvark, had a new suiter in mind.

Pangolin, did challenge his rival,
The Anteater with beautiful snout.
Don’t fear for me, on your betrayal,
Sweet Armadillo, is taking me out.


Copyright © Kevin Shaw | Year Posted 2017


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Sunset

The sun sets softly towards the west
The clouds form a shape like dragon with a crest
The birds get ready to go each to his or her nest
In the blueness of the sky the soaking effect of orange light of the sun is expressed

Under shadow of tall buildings unusual red gooseberry by sun’s rays are caressed
Not only are they tasty if you will one ingest
They are also good for making zest
They have hairs on their fruit but those are also easy to digest

Behind the buildings on a playground a slide points towards the west
When a child I slid there not much trill but as a lookout it is the best
By innocence of youth this place is blessed
It is small but by the view from the top of the slide one might be impressed

Forests there form an anteater shape if one looks from east to southwest
The hills roll endlessly as if to boundless nature of horizon to attest
The expanse like an oceanic abyss only much larger then infinity would suggest
Look toward the horizon to the west if seeing king of kings’ sign is your quest

It is towards the horizon but it’s not expanse that is blessed
For even though great it is not deepest or best
For the seal of justice is because it must be and conscious of its own existence and zest
And it is the presence of this justice that I request




Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2013


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Noah's Ark

God asked Noah to build an ark
he was happy to oblige
but he wasn't so keen
when he found out 
what had to go inside

Two of every animal
then you must set sail
the animals were fearful
the whale began to wail

Even the Gnu knew
this idea would surely falter
but every beast preferred this idea
than being led by nose to slaughter

Noah followed the order
from gnat to lion to horse
this was a recipe for Pandamonium 
but Noah knew this of course

Seating plans were issued
but an almighty row took place
The lion the king of the jungle 
argued that he was a special case

The Queen Bee wanted second billing
while the Emperor penguin demanded a throne
while the homing pigeon panicked
at not being able to find his way home

Nightime was the worst
sleep was beyond them all
with the woodpecker continually pecking
and the gloworm lighting up the hall

The doves tried to keep the peace
as all hell broke loose
while bets were taken on who had the longest face
the horse, anteater or moose

The pandas tried to be romantic
sleep deprivation made their eyes go black
the magpies kept stealing the others duvets
and the squirrels were nuts to turn back

The elephants said they'd never forget
and they wished they packed more in their trunk
while the terrible smell that stunk out the place
was eventually blamed on the skunk

The bears awoke with sore heads
they had drunk all their supplies in one night
while the hyenas found it hilarious
at their next door neighbours plight

The crows shouted blue murder
but the bats were blind to it all
the ravens were ignored by the masses
as all they said was 'never more'

The maggots agreed it was just rotten luck
to be stuck in this mobile zoo
and every time the peacock showed his feathers
it made the pigeones coo

The badgers were set in their ways
the sheep said their wool was a curse
while the spiders got a verbal warning
for using a sows ear to weave up a purse

Finally they found dry land
the hare raced out in the lead
while the tortoise said there was more to life
than doing everything at top speed

Noah was happy that the journey had ended
and this was the end of the road
but at least one species had enjoyed the trip
the rabbit population had increased ten fold!


Copyright © Nik Pearce | Year Posted 2018


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Haiku 156


A trail of sugar…
happy ants crawling along:
Anteater waiting…


Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2018