Best Baboons Poems
I spied a valley low
Across the road from the cemetery
A Columbus monkey swinging by
The trees of the vale
Stood tall and forlorn
Observing the crematorium
Covered in light gray smoke
As morning traffic streamed on by
Giraffe reached for the tallest bough
And I thought I heard the leopards growl
And by the road was a troop of baboons
As people walked on by
And a few yards away,
Was the army garrison
A regiment trooped on by,
As a sounder was grazing idly by
And people walked on by
Yes I spied a valley low
Where life carried on slow
Across the road from the cemetery
Where footsteps were dull and hollow
A funeral procession was going on
Yes the trees of the vale
Were tall and forlorn
The sun hung high and lorn
As were the clouds of dawn
As I drove along that road
Away from that valley low
Wow is this for real, my boy lollipop,
My best ever destination, da, da da da,
Is a trip to the park
I love it when it gets dark,
Da da da da,
My boy lollipop.
I want to see the big five,
Then adrenaline will pump,
On which I thrive.
I love it, i love it, I love it so,
Da da, da, da, da, da da da,
When i see a star constellation,
And clear skies,
Even the milky way,
I want you to know,
This feeds my always
Active imagination,
Da, da, da da,
My boy lollipop.
I have missed the roar of the lion,
In the early morn,
We get up, shower, that was our alarm,
Am I right my boy lollipop,
And the gentle, long lashed giraffes,
Da da da da,
I long for an elephant’s trumpet,
Da da da da,
My boy lollipop
Hey sweet hubby lollipop,
For you I desire,
Hope we see buffalo in herds,
And a Dung Beetle carrying turd,
Da, da da da,
You always set my heart on fire,
My boy lollipop
The soar of the fish eagle by the river,
A leopard chasing its kill
Hey my boy lollipop,
He carries it up a tree
And eats his fill,
Da, da, da da,
Oh, how I love the Kruger Park,
From my first visit with you
I fell in love
My boy lollipop.
Will we see hyenas or wild dogs,
Da, da, da da
Will it be sunny and hot
Cold nights or not,
Tell me my boy lollipop
Will you be wild with me
We are in the wild so let it be,
My hubby lollipop.
Da da da da.
Wart hogs are so cute
They squeal with delight or fear,
And rhinos, surely
We’ll see lollipop dear,
Once remember, we saw two
Baboons fiercely fighting,
There’s so much more,
Let’s wait and see
Da, da, da da, da da da,
Will you buy be some candy,
If I promise you, clothes
Will be scanty.
Have my silly cap on, tomorrow going to the Kruger Park.
The da da da’s is the background music.
Inspired by the song my boy lollipop sung by Millie Small,
A hit in 1964.
Big five is when you have spotted elephants, lions, rhinos
Leopards and buffalo.
We are off on a long DRIVE to see the famous, re-known big FIVE,
Three hours later at the Kruger National Park we safely arrive,
And cruise among predatory country, beautiful, colorful wildlife,
Full of LIFE the two of us, my husband and his very excited WIFE.
We see a pride of LIONS, and park next to a tour bus of HAWAIIANS,
They seem ecstatic, cameras clicking, among them Uruguayans,
They follow us, as they seem to think we will know where to go,
Continue over a bridge SLOW, see crocodiles drifting with the river FLOW.
Still the tour BUS continues and winds its way whenever they see US,
We see cheetah, leopards, a herd of elephants, an absolute plus,
We stop, the tour bus stops too, at a waterhole, but leave, close by are bees,
We spot rhinos, baboons, eagles perched on TREES, a warthog on its KNEES!
The tourist’s excitement contagious and SPILLS, we come across horn BILLS,
Big birds, the secretary bird, Goliath herons, but the horn bills by the hills,
Excite them the most, we had befriended each other and my husband said,
These birds don't FLY, upon which they flew off towards the SKY, hubby so red!
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05/11/2020
Sprinkle salt and pepper upon my distasteful flavor
It’s been a while, baby
Since I saw you smile freely
I like to say ‘yes’…I’d like to say ‘yes’
To your beautiful face…
It was never a disgrace
Graceful gifts exchange
Waiting for a change for a change
White lightning
Can be rather frightening
Mighty storms in my mind
I’ve come to unwind
It’s been a while, darlin’
Where have you been? Where have you been?
I don’t like to say ‘no’…to you, no, no
I see your face shine aglow
Shine aglow
Go with the flow
Go with the flow
Go with the flow
Graceful gifts exchange
Waiting for a change for a change
White lightning
Can be rather frightening
Mighty storms in my mind
I’ve come to unwind
Time heals all wounds
There’s nothin’ on my mind
Everyone’s actin’ like a million baboons
I see a million moons
There’s nothin’ to find
But, there’s peace to find
Graceful gifts exchange
Waiting for a change for a change
White lightning
Can be rather frightening
Mighty storms in my mind
I’ve come to unwind
Shadows…reflections…
In all directions
Gazing at the stars
Grazing in my own maze…mend not my scars
Mend not my scars
Graceful gifts exchange
Waiting for a change for a change
White lightning
Can be rather frightening
Mighty storms in my mind
I’ve come to unwind
Ridiculous colors
Blurs my vision
Everything around me blurs
Failing at my mission
To succeed…
Sick of the greed
Graceful gifts exchange
Waiting for a change for a change
White lightning
Can be rather frightening
Mighty storms in my mind
I’ve come to unwind
Graceful gifts exchange
Waiting for a change for a change
Brainwashed as a wild child
Running wild…running wild…
Sweet, sweet sorrow
Of yesterday’s tomorrow
Clothes me…so warm, you die in my arms
Your eyes close – no longer releasing charms
Chandeliers of hope
Hang like a hope rope
I mope…I hope…I cope
With pain...addicted to you as if you’re my dope
I need
I want
I feed
You haunt
It’s hard to stomach your bad news
Singin’ the blues…finding many, many clues
Sprinkle salt and pepper upon my distasteful flavor
Graceful gifts exchange
Waiting for a change for a change
Graceful gifts exchange
Waiting for a change for a change...
The pieces of peace were handpicked
Picked in the heart of the night
Shredded for an aspiration
To clutch the lone torch contained by the dark
A glimpse for some unusual rank
Then comes the arrival of time
With the angst that grow by day
Comes the fast ticking of time
Hastening all; unnerved in the bay
At this moment
Love was censure by lust
In the euphoria of the game
Featured by despair and shame
The eventful spar between the dogs and the baboons
And then comes the contest of blood
The Spartans, the spectators all flood
Melancholy yet to befall
Then it begins
Passing through the span of day
Scotching rage of the sun
Little rain, little dry, little sounds of gun
But the dogs and the baboons
Tailback in fear; scowl
And little by little
Comes casting and counting
And after a little while
Anger was unshackled
Accompanied by lament
Yet, not enough raison d'être to toss away the tot and the bathing water
Then comes the voice of command
We were deprived!
It is our time!
Kill them anywhere you find them!
Rigging, rigging, rigging!
Peace was shattered
Broken into pieces
Like a bowl that fail out of safe
And pandemonium overtook all
After a little calm
Scores of guiltless essences met their Waterloo
Mostly in the cities they ad-hoc
Like those trapped for a catch
And their figures continue counting
Some unassumingly lost to the swampy woods
Searched by trained dogs and their masters
Into the depth of the swampy woods
Bled; death; covered in mud.
Suddenly from somewhere
A street urchin-
An untamed bird of the wider sky
Dropped down
Into the circus tent
Before him was unfurled
Scenes eerie….awesome!!
Roaring lions and tigers,
Gibbering baboons, caravans of camels,
Animal tamers and acrobats,
Artists balancing on poles
Swinging from bars to trapeziums
Pliant girls with plastic limbs
And pouting breasts,
Walking on tight ropes.
A strange world,
Peopled with beasts and men!
His face, painted white and red
In motley dress, he was arrayed
And a tall tapering cap, placed
On his forcibly tonsured head
He hardly knew what it all meant.
He heard the bells ringing
And it was time for the show
He was told
He would henceforth be a clown
And should make people laugh
A thousand sunsets passed him by
He forgot the familiar alleys of the streets
Lost sight of the endless pathways of the sky
In a world –
So populous- so empty,
He buried him
In the hidden caverns of himself
Nursing a hundred bruises
Inflicted by Time’s sharp razors
Often he was reminded-
“You should make others laugh”
He did make people laugh
While a fountain of tears lay frozen
In the slivers of his broken heart!!
Jan.7. 2023
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If Only Trees Could Talk
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
If only trees could talk there'd be so many things to learn.
Old tales we'd hear of sweethearts that beneath their shade had kissed.
Oh, lovely sights of nature that they saw before their fall.
We'd hear of nearby habitats where snakes and possums hissed.
We'd know how careless ravaging harms: Deer. Baboons. Raccoons.
The Elephants, gazelles, and mice would seek the trees’ advice.
And bears that sleep in wintertime could hear about the cold.
Listening to great wisdom from the trees would be quite nice!
And if the tree was old enough or passed along life's tales,
Perhaps we'd see another view of slaves in history.
The trees with years of wisdom could upon us shed some light.
Then, man's impact upon the earth would not be mystery.
Take Joseph serving Potiphar accused; that changed his life.
The king could ask a nearby tree and behead the lying wife.
Let's go a little further back, the serpent's words to Eve.
He, twisting truth among the leaves, Eve might not have believed.
If only trees could talk, we might protect them differently.
Replenishing along the way, learned wisdom as our mark.
Would we embrace the kindness every living thing deserves?
Or would we cut our name into its life beneath tree's bark?
< Once there were two monkeys in a tree
Abandoned by their own family
A hunting they did go
Bananas they did tow
For munching while watching the show glee
Singing and dancing to happy tune
Along came an hugh frigging monsoon
Wiping out daily stock
Grapes bananas what crock
What's next grooming by pack of baboons
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John Freemans
Limericks Hilarious Contest
G.L. All
The awakening of the dawn like a butterfly busting through the cocoon.
The rhino's thyroid condition was exacerbated as the cheetah conflict
continued.
As I drank in and tasted the coolness of the water,
my eyes gazed upon the crocodile's welcoming smile,
the caption was split apart by the hyena's maniacal laughter,
As I breathed in the heinous adventure,
man what I would do for a cliff bar!
Billy Roberts from Germantown Pennsylvania, you are the planner of my trips
no longer.
I'm immersed in the baboon conflict much,
Cheetah's are too anxious and scared'
those crazy colored monkeys,
Always be constantly straight trippin,
I suppose its time to go snatch up a snow cone,
At least then i'll be heated up,
Suppose I'll meander down yonder over in the holler,
the Zoo will be closing soon,
Why is this peacock making a bead-line for me?
Get hence from me you beastly bird!
You Great White, who's sensed the blood in the water,
the kids are all laughing at me,
As I hang clumsily from this tree,
Screaming shrill and hoarsely for someone to come and save me,
I enmesh myself and become one with the tree,
Ya that's right devil-bird! walk away!
that's why they call me lizard lips,
I can hide from anything,
Wednesday will be my greatest day,
because it begins in W and ends in Y,
As I take in a deep relaxed breath and pinch my leg until my eyes begin to
adjust again,
The Bronx Zoo is no bueno,
Asta la Vista you toothy baboons
The blue ball bounced against the rubber baby buggy bumper.
Bobby Brown’s bright blue blazer matched Betty’s blue bloomers.
Baseball is business blessed beyond belief.
Brook’s brother boiled beetle bugs for breakfast.
The bow of the boat blocked the big barge.
Bill’s barrel belly button bares birthday bacteria.
Baboons beam beautiful ballads for bitter berry bush butter.
Bonnie’s buttons battle the bulge.
Jewels of Africa.
The saffron Queen spins the lilac sky,
her rays flick crimson cinders into Royal Blue Oceans.
Submerge, sizzle, frizzle...going, going, gone! ...But Not.
Cumulus clouds drizzle pepper fog over pink Flamingos, homeward bound.
Tea-green Botswana bush,
teeny, tiny Hummingbirds hover over brink-pink Balsams,
feast on elixir of nectar.
Royal Albatross rides the last whip of wind.
Sulking Stork swoops through veiled mists above marshy meadow ponds.
Sword sunbeams lash chrome, coppery twilight.
Mooned dusks, a violet cape cloaks bathing blooms.
Nightscape sky sparks, preparing morning’s thin blue...aurora hue.
Camouflaged branches stretch, tickle studded clouds
as ribboned roots cling to crevice homes.
A spook- silver ring appears from nowhere, pearling ripples aluminium.
Beams spill across the sea like lines of glittering fire.
Ethiopian wolves howl composed solos,
phantom echoes shudder Tarantula’s lair
as Flax Lily spurts scent...Frankincense and Lime.
Sultry Savannah’s secrets passed on by rhythmic lip-smacking Baboons,
cracking jokes in the knitted canopy,
teasing and tickling clowning Hyena’s below as
a blinkered platoon of Jet Wood Ants march to their Majesty.
Dawn draws indigo voiles over Nephthys, Goddess of Night
slashes of Sunrise surge shadows as the Bush Lark spangles jewels in the air.
The Alize wind dies in respect to heavenly panorama...
Mountains reflected, seen to be varnished into still, smalt-blue sea.
What gospels on sunday afternoon
Are four quarters male members tune
With flat screens on wall?
The chair-men want football
And shall yell like a wild baboon
Author's note: This poem was inspired by Lori Hopkin's "This ones for the guys" which is worth a good look. My apologies to all baboons who are much gentler and finer than I. Sad to resort to using their species as a stereotype just for the sake of a rhyme.
Bring out the red balloons
and the dancing baboons
get that water slide ready
‘n’ where’s Tim’s old teddy
someone turn the music up
who pissed in my tea cup!
put those gifts right here
thank you Mary, my dear
****!, look at the spaghetti
it’s all covered in confetti
it’s ok we have plenty more
Billy get of the dirty floor
um, have you got the lollies
‘n’ the cars and the dollies
someone change her nappy
think it’s getting a bit crappy
Jimmy don’t pull her hair
now go and sit over there!
time to get out the bar-b-que
go ‘n’ get the meat will you?
Maureen please don’t cry
you just got to give it a try
hooray! here comes grandpa
in his brand new motorcar
blow your nose please Joey
go and play with little Zoe
ah! here is the pack of steak
did Aunty Jean bring the cake?
wow! many have come today
lots of happy little faces, i say
where’s all the plastic cutlery
oh yes, over there i can see
arrrgh! a mean rubber snake!
you’d scared me master Jake
better go and turn of that tap
whew! already wanting a nap
get me a orange soft drink
there’s Betty, pretty in pink
oh dear, got a bit of a mess
upon my brand new dress
did Larry chain up the dog
hey kid, get of that dirty log!
who’s lost their purple shoe
and who left out this glue?
He’s not deaf, Jenny Peal
he’s a gnome, he’s not real
got to have eyes everywhere
over here, here and over there
now that was not very nice
you say sorry to Sally, Bryce
let all those streamers down
mm, where’s that Bozo clown?
i see arriving now some others
Wendy and her three brothers
time to get on with excitement
all the kids are full of enjoyment
c’mon let’s get on with the fun
being happy under the warm sun
YAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!
The Moon’s Yellow Eyes
After: The King in Yellow by Robert Chambers
Situations righted by the assassination in Sheepshead Bay (alibied with difficulty under earth’s single moon), I curl up on the windowsill hissing at the pallid orb. Oh how, I long for my planet, Carcosa. I lick the remaining human poison from my claws. Yes, man-made poison, but I, I am the one who delivers— population control.
Wilde, my mate, our transformed intermediary, brushes my coat. I purr. How oddly complacent Wilde has become. Once, he too walked on four legs. After our arrival on Earth and his change (We thought the change would regrow the ear I tore from him in his last life—) my mate became no more than a castrato. I do regret the torture which deprived him of two fingers on his right hand. (It made his job more difficult.) But, discipline was necessary.
the pestle crushes
poison white snakeroot:
yellow eyes shine
Well, why am I telling you this? To that I would say, why not? Who on earth would believe a cat could talk?
The feline form has advantages in espionage. A petted and pampered puss can lure the reticent, overhear the loud-mouthed, two-footed, earthly baboons—with cunning, obtain information no human in their right mind would divulge to an enemy. As valet, advisor, disciplinarian to Wilde (and he to the earthlings), my position abides, a mere slap and tickle from the throats of power. My teeth, neck piercing weapons of choice; my claws scimitars of death drip with the blood of masters.
One more night out. Wilde cat-like licks the scar on his damaged hand and stares at the invitation stamped with the Presidential seal. One more night, sweet puss and the reign of The Yellow King will begin.
Published by Illumen 2016
the Zany Zoo
The awakening of the dawn like a butterfly busting through the cocoon.
The rhino's thyroid condition was exacerbated as the cheetah conflict
continued.
As I drank in and tasted the coolness of the water,
my eyes gazed upon the crocodile's welcoming smile,
the caption was split apart by the hyena's maniacal laughter,
As I breathed in the heinous adventure,
man what I would do for a cliff bar!
Billy Roberts from Germantown Pennsylvania, you are the planner of my trips
no longer.
I'm immersed in the baboon conflict much,
Cheetah's are too anxious and scared'
those crazy colored monkeys,
Always be constantly straight trippin,
I suppose its time to go snatch up a snow cone,
At least then i'll be heated up,
Suppose I'll meander down yonder over in the holler,
the Zoo will be closing soon,
Why is this peacock making a bead-line for me?
Get hence from me you beastly bird!
You Great White, who's sensed the blood in the water,
the kids are all laughing at me,
As I hang clumsily from this tree,
Screaming shrill and hoarsely for someone to come and save me,
I enmesh myself and become one with the tree,
Ya that's right devil-bird! walk away!
that's why they call me lizard lips,
I can hide from anything,
Wednesday will be my greatest day,
because it begins in W and ends in Y,
As I take in a deep relaxed breath and pinch my leg until my eyes begin to
adjust again,
The Bronx Zoo is no bueno,
Asta la Vista you toothy baboons