Best Apes Poems
Here's to the deck apes
with their swabs and paint brushes
they're the ship's backbone
He’s finally free,
With his mate riding horseback.
Leaves prints in the sand.
Plans to change his world,
Now dominated by apes,
Do not kill for sport.
He then sees the past,
Fallen Lady Liberty,
Unveils man’s future.
Midnight plus fifteen, the streets come alive,
Spilling tattooed mobs, teeming motion-blurred
From the bars, karate and kung-fu moves in car parks
And upon telephone kiosk phone books.
Kebabs stinking of extra onion, chilli and garlic sauce,
Soaking up beer and chasers, churning innards;
Chinese takeaway cartons slung in gutters,
Spraying noodles and rice with random artistry.
Spiralling fumes of vindaloo, popadums and naan
Swirl, snake, samba under neon rain;
CCTV super models, skirts no more than belts
Hiked under hips, distended abdomens drooping with gravity.
Navels pierced, studded, impaled with fake silver,
Flesh faintly turning green-tinged;
The high heeled stagger continues at ankle-breaking
Precariousness; teetering and stumbling, acrobatically drunk.
Swimming heads reject the motion sickness,
And vomit starts to rise, disgorged, spattering the wet paving
With rainbows of liquid colour abstraction,
Trickled with a gleeful pale amber stress incontinent stream.
It’s easy for a casual observer to plead for escape from
This planet of the apes, but have a heart – they’re young,
Free and doomed beyond all relative conception.
Why not be cool, have fun?
In 2038 time travel was/is invented.
The first travelers -- scientists, all, are tasked to find out
how the first great ape became intelligent.
They are ordered not to interact: "Just watch!"
"The world is afraid of changing the timeline!"
They setup a secret observation post.
They observe some apes quietly.
But the apes of olden times have some vision in the near-infrared range
so they can see the shadows of the observers in their observation post.
The apes have acute sense of smell and they smell the woman scientist:
Every month they smell her mating smell.
One ape thinks the smell comes because of the full moon.
That happens in his own tribe,
with his own mates.
He tries to explain that to his tribe,
but grunts and gestures are to no avail.
Every month one ape smells the woman:
He watches the images moving, moving.
"What tribe?" he thinks -- he thinks!
Later on, when the moon is full and he doesn't smell her:
He is upset.
He starts thinking about what happened to the female:
"Why no smell?"
He ponders the idea of death for the first time,
and for a long time.
He ponders life for the first time,
and for a long time.
His eyes light up for the first time,
and for a long time.
The next morning he thinks:
"It's time to climb down and look around"
He liked walking -- he did it more and more.
For a long time.
Another morning: he saw the sun glint on a shard of obsidian
and he knew that he was going to feast on pig meat tonight!
*******
Sometime later: he discovered how to save a tree branch
that caught fire after a lightning storm.
Pig meat was much better after that.
His tribe agreed.
The rest is history (to us).
The scientists died out one by one,
and they never did figure it out,
and they were sorry they went
back in time.
Forever.
TARZAN, KING OF THE APES
(Or, I’ve Never Told Anyone)
I’ve never told anyone
he was my best friend
and we used to swing
out over a cliff near the river
holding onto a vine
so thick you had to use
both hands.
It was our secret
place where we used to
drink a beer, smoke
a joint, pretend
we were Tarzan, King
of the Apes. The drop
was at least fifty feet,
but we were too young
to be scared of falling.
I’ve never told anyone
the day he fell his hands
did not slip nor were we so drunk
or stoned he accidentally let go.
I’ve never told anyone we had had a fight
that when he came swinging back
I stuck out my foot and kicked
him in the stomach.
I’ve never told anyone
about the fear in his eyes,
how he reached
for the pain, let go of the vine
as it swung back out over the cliff.
I never blamed myself. He knew the vine
was thick, that it required two
hands.
I’ve never told anyone
he was my best friend
that after the fall I spent
hours swinging back and forth
out over the cliff. I held on
with both hands.
I am Tarzan, King of the Apes.
Copyrighted
August 1, 2011
Jim Brewer
Planet Of The Apes
Planet of the apes is the now.
barbarianism bar keepers hollering last call slurs at
old and grey
homeless haired suicidal
bastards kicking
rubbage and greed at the ignorant University students sappy and sarcastic
as they all leave at the same time from the clutch of undescribable grip
choked on hells liquor,
crooked mind sets clash like titans tipsy looking for more.
The bus drivers of this town are the most primitive
living out the fullest extent to which mundane can be described,
stopping
and going
then stopping again
only to start again knowing
that another stop is soon.
Makes perfect sense why bus drivers are so pissed off sometimes.
Champion chimps win provincial championships in the game of a life time.
Tree top canapy race with diamond emerald steps and chestnut slick
flex tone wire for swinging daringly over the floor of the concrete jungle.
The young are fearless and the old fear everything,
middle aged monkeys pretend like they dont know whats going on.
Still a victory dawns, then sets
as we watch
the planet of the apes
fighting for all the wrong reasons
accomplishing so much
yet taking away an exponential amount from the soul
of the earth.
No more winning.
No more loosing.
Network of bannana eaters
slipping on their own peels
kind of silly.
Monkeys with brief cases and roller skates preparing your taxes
recording all your personal information
your I.D
Your address
your "size".
Get lost.
Let my body live its course,
not the course you have subjected it too.
Brown monkeys wearing black ties and black shined shoes
no more monkey see monkey do.
That statement causes
amusement in waves of our
mirth and pomp and stance
Swingers and shakers
have always hung around
gals'n watering holes
There is a water shortage.
A problem the moon shines
to introspect its tides
and how they can become still
with or without the clouds.
I forgive the engineered outrage.
Attracting everything but
rhythm because to flow
is to sleep next to a hut
thatched with growth.
While the children
in the village no longer
need to chew corn
or drain milk from cows
for nature or for their people.
No need to carry buckets of water
or language in long distances
that they forget The Alphabet,
Speaking rivers and
lakes of a lost youth.
An unprotected innocence,
choosing for this thirst
to be satisfied with a new system.
Too many missing words
in all our constitutions.
Long, long ago
in the dense
warm
rainforest
where our ancestors
swung from treetops
in the canopy,
someone fell -
a slipped grip,
a jammed finger
or caught tail -
down, down
down
they must have caught hold
of a branch
or a vine,
or the hand
of another
of their species,
a friend in a time of need
because two hundred thousand
years later
and all seven billion
of us
have had that dream -
falling, falling
only it is not a dream,
but an ancestral memory
and maybe our ancestors knew
that someday
in some other land
their descendants -
Us!! -
would build another forest,
one whose canopy reached
much higher
than those trees,
almost to the stars
D'ya know what snack makes me elate
Green or red, I'm talking about grapes
That any day eat
A mouth watering treat
From California, we munch on like apes
Happy birthday to all Scorpios. It is our season, I hope the transformation has been fruitful. I recently came out of a toxic relationship and I wrote this on this on the 28th of October 2020. Everything in my life is rapidly happening exactly how I manifested it. Truthfully speaking, I am peaceful, in love, and choosing happiness.
Reborn into nature we float,
Reborn are these dreams,
I dance to drink.
To my soul
have mercy on my thirst
Let this love sing,
help me work on channeling my light
that I no longer
need to
Speak
about how unconditional
I have been.
If this is not for the heart to stay
maybe finally my heart is complete,
from responding to
how I really feel.
Humans are not Apes
to ape himself or others
In every human there lies
golden mine of ideas
tropical rain-forests of possibilities
deep sea treasure pearls of knowledge
Cumulonimbus clouds of wisdom
Through capacity to reason
by creative thinking
and power of imagination
unique, unknown things
can be conceived and hatched
new things that tell old ones
to sit under the shade to rest
as they create center-stage
for the visitors to ascend
to become new directors of life
Good governance is a nursery bed
oppression is a better seed-bed
human mind is a flowing river
dam it but it will create a new path
waves of creative thinking
storms of imaginative abilities
are like cough in the sick chest
they like love between the sexes
no one can dam them permanently
See those primates rising before the sun?
Do you suppose this is how mankind had begun?
They jump up and down and make noise on the sand.
Guarding their watering hole, they take a stand.
They join together to make a group; never to be alone.
Any adversary is beaten to death with a bone.
Whoever thought these apes would start the human race?
After only a short time, they were traveling into space.
Based on the 1968 film “2001, A Space Odyssey”
Apes ate apples
Bears bear babies
Cats catch catfish
Dogs digs ditches
such simple story
poem paints pictures
pathetic personal poem!
this is the simplest poem ever!
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.