Best Dromedary Poems
(Was on a pic of a llama with a thick lock of hair on his head, styled in quite human like fashion and it was grinning. If u google llamas perhaps then u will understand what I mean)
This flesh 'n' blood cousin of the ship 'o' the desert
here is given that funky punky , stylish haircut?
Could it be optical illusion or screen manipulation
causing him to grin in mock jubilation?
And ain't he gonna toss those bangs like some real groovy llama?
My doesn't he look ready for any showbiz dromedary drama?
Ah yes, he does look handsome, do come have a view
of this fuzzy, comedy dromedary beau!
Send in the paparazzi, for he's already saying cheese
But he prefers his own kind, send in some lady llamas please.
Hey, like humans, llamas can stick their tongues out and spit to express displeasure
So keep your distance from angry ones or you will regret the mismeasure
The one I see in the picture is a cool llama teenaager
but he's no teeny-bopper, for he's a teetotaller
as no one ever saw him
with a bottle of gin or lager!
Prickly cool fills my lungs,
Like a bladder canteen on a Bedu dromedary,
Sloshing the alveoli that branch, internal ...
Frozen filligree fanning my firkin chest.
I blink a tear, staring up at the belt of Orion,
Cold as the snow that wraps me like mother's womb.
Forever lost in the frightening beauty of God's providence,
I sacrifice my last breath to the naked, shimmering heavens,
Letting the night devour me, tender and bleak,
As I dream ... of sand castles.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Early March 2019 Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
1.
My grapefruit tanned
toothpicks
bow above
the five-day flattened
spot
in an olive shag carpet
tracing grandpa Leo's
blueprint,
with one encapsulated
toe –
this is the femur, this is
the head,
this is the fist, the ring
finger, the soul.
I search for any blunt
white quivering slivers
of Caroline's purported
fly fetuses.
2.
Huddling behind the
corpse
of an old hospital bed,
a framed photo
smoke browned and
wearing my toddler face,
watches
his children choke
hushed, broken
sentences
this will be yours, my
plate, separate the
holiday china…
an enigmatic language
that hovers in
smoke stretched rings
to wilt
upon the hallway
bulb.
3.
I am left
the ceramic cygnet,
and an ivory carved
dromedary.
These artifacts
plucked
from his porcelain
menagerie
that I decipher
through dust fingerprints
for
one small inheritance of
a memory.
4.
Tomorrow,
Aunt Rose
puts price
to his bibelots,
the olive shag carpet,
even cousin Amy's
plastic horse,
who was accidentally
left to pasture on an
afghan.
A silver plated glass cage
image of her past,
she says she will whittle
all of him,
from the
wooden
house
bones.
I've heard about the arrival of fanciful fushia strangers
but I've no fear of them and not worried about dangers.
They seem a bit nonsensical; funny the way they speak
To me, everything they say comes out sounding like Greek!
Maybe on their planet, peaches have three turquoise eyes
Could they be humans, just wearing an alien disguise?
I've never heard the haloed moon referred to as mother Mary,
nor of opulent opal oceans and a three humped dromedary.
I call them fluff nuggets; an accurate description, I think
Their gibberish makes me shake with laughter, quick as a wink
Life forms like these AI are manipulated by puppet strings
They're infringing upon planet Earth, inhabited by Earthlings.
*These are my thoughts and words, but if you take umbrage with
any of the lines, I'll throw Jan under the bus, cuz she started it.
Three camels met in the hot sands one afternoon. They traveled far and came from different places.
One camel said, "I have seen a lot of camels like me everywhere I traveled, but I haven't seen one like you two."
The two other camels looked at each other and nodded.
The second camel said, "I have traveled a lot and haven't seen any similar like you two."
The first and third camel sneered.
Then the third camel said, "I never heard camels talk like you two."
The three happen to be an old ordinary plain camel, a bactrian and a dromedary.
Moments later, a new camel arrived. The fourth camel said he is from Yemen.
The three camels were amazed... seeing a freak dromedary with four fully-formed humps.
Zebra, Yak, Xenopus, Walrus, Vulture, Urial, Tiger, Snake, Rhinoceros, Quokka, Peacock, Orangutan, Numbat, Muntjac, Lion, Kudu, Jerboa, Iguana, Hyena, Guan, Frog, Elephant, Dromedary, Camel, Bison, Avians.
There once was a camel calf in the zoo
The adults had one hump; it had two
The female acted sly,
The male wondered why,
The reason, I knew and Darwin did to, do you?
Entry in the Zany Zoo contest
Greek George Allen
1828-1913
Seegh no mee.
Ah, I see we have not been introduced.
Please, if you will, call me George, George Allen.
In life, I was a greek from Smyrna,
Hired by the United States Army,
Long ago when Buchanan was president,
Employed because of my tenacious skill,
Riding atop a grunting dromedary,
Riding and gliding over the great American landscape,
Bringing the supplies for the Butterfield Overland,
Riding day and night most of the time,
From St. Louis to my final home, Los Angeles;
The American Camel Corps we were!
The eight of us: Me, Mico, Long Tom, Short Tom,
And the others, all hard as quartz;
To the virgin western wilderness we went,
Never slowing down our momentous movements,
Or ever looking back in timid fear.
And so, with sweaty craft, and
A satchel full of lucky days,
We completed the route in a year!
And as for the notorious Senor Tiburcio, well,
Do not judge this old skeleton here!
I let him live out back in my stable house;
I minded my own business!
It was either that, or
A single gunshot to my head!
“Eese malaka!”
But I never saw any reward money, I swear,
When the relentless inexorable law
Finally captured and led him to the gallows;
“Pronto.”
This dirt here, senor, belongs to you!
Seegh no mee.
I must leave you now,
And find rest in this calming Mexican dirt,
Here in shady Mt. Olive Cemetery.
On African deserts you must be wary,
Of the famous one humped Dromedary.
He is jealous of his Asian brother,
Who has that hump and then another!
That Bactrian camel (the one with two humps)
Must slow way down when crossing bumps!
When those humps hit they go, "Ker-Splatt!"
Did you know those things are filled with fat?
Bactrian camel's are handsome guys,
With long thick brows around their eyes!
With those two humps and pretty faces,
They're very popular at the oasis!
So that's the story of True Cammel's
That happy, humpy desert mammal.
On any desert you should be wise,
Park your car and ride these guys!
Copyright 2010 Karma Adamson
Karma
Copyright 2010 Karma Adamson
Earth (sonnetina duo.)
sustaining life in our oceans and seas,
Lush ripe fruit grown on our beautiful trees,
Grasses cereals seeds and soft berries
Strawberries raspberries and red cherries,
Warmth from the sun, refreshing rain from clouds
Secluded places from bustling crowds,
Gentle breezes glorious views and sights
Wine from sweet grapes and other such delights,
Rivers lakes canals ponds and winding streams
ploughman's lunches and ice creams,
Automobiles ships airplanes and fast trains
Machines that help to take all our strains,
Our adored pets and our working animals
Horses dogs elephants dromedary camels ,
Mountains hills ravines meadows valleys
Cathedrals churches and sanctuaries,
Affection love emotion and sadness
Our Past present future and hopefulness,
All that we hold dear, all life, all our worth
We owe to our wonderful rich fertile Earth.
11/30/2016
Eyes, in such a way, that some strange virture, some everlasting release
Was imparted to he. A strange bargain indeed; to resist the gods and to please
Satan in his rebellioin from all that was natural, yet also noxious
After a tie; for, to what end unlimited perfection…..it would seem abnoxious
With no end in sight; and big oaks and trees seeming mortal, yet not dying
Ever guessing His source, teasing their mysteries and playing
And their relation to Adam; her husband, not by choice
But a program counter-intuitive; such that her voice
Would only ever be a mere shadow, a gaunt echo
Of Adam and his Masters booming light, much like the gecko
Who hides softly and silkily in shade cool and damp
Or the giant elephant loping about clumsy who only seems to tramp
‘Why this gecko seeking moist air, when the sun chokes his breathe
Or the elephant, whose stampde maks him an unwelcome guest.
Not content to merely laugh at the huge trunk of the dromedary and his tusk
To reach up and grab his elephantine robes and to smell his musk
Likely she grew tired of the large mammal and his heavy hoof beats
Relentlessly poundingthe earth beneath, hearing him, perhaps from Africa to Crete
And caused the rumbling which finally toppled the walls of those fair cities Minoan
Or how else did the Kingdom of Knossos fall, so far, the ancient site shows a window
Of perfect harmony and bliss an ordered society and blest, with violence well at bay
The Idylli morals deepset in grape and olive, crushed sunset with sailors at play
Riding on top of dolphins and drinking from the boot, gathering for the store-house
Oil, Wine and Wheat; preparing for competition with glove to box or race to trod---no man a louse
It would seem this island fantasy a paradise much like that mentioned in Genesis, Eden
Where the rule of the monarch rested lightly on the people; and men had ample time to find their abundant pleasure, among the dolphin or minotaur
Where pictures depict gymnasts leapingover bulls and by so doing pass the bar
Of manhood in such simple and playful way, with manly innocence
They had proven their version of the garden—With good sense
Inspired by a dear friend - iykyk
In a land where camels stitched their dreams,
With needles sharp and lofty seams.
A tailor's shop like desert wide,
Where humps and stitches both preside.
The camel sat with thread in teeth,
A thimble snug, a stitch beneath.
In sandy stalls, the jokes take mold,
A laughter tale, as emails told.
One hump, two humps, a dromedary delight,
In tailor's shop, by deft moonlight.
They stirred the stalls, the fabric stored,
A comedy of camels, laughter soared.
Petrified waves over the horizon spill,
By a callous sun stunned into powdered gold,
Barren fields by Bedouin mettle tilled, still,
With four-legged ploughs through dawns and dusks untold.
Riches borne by many a dromedary,
Fire nomads’ dreams, mock a life sedentary.
Braving bandits silvered by streetlights of moon,
The hardy souls ascend the next starlit dune.
A dromedary treks through the hot desert sands
Its rider wears a patch over one eye
In the distance a single palm tree stands
As they seek an oasis under the desert sun
In the unforgiving heat hallucinations are born
The rider thinks he sees a unicorn
To quench their thirst is their singular quest
As under the sole palm tree they stop to rest
They journey on at a slow rate of speed
Just one oasis is all they need
The one eyed man more than the beast
One drop of water, just one drop at least
Then the solitary rider sees something ahead
He hopes its an oasis and not a mirage instead
But this time it's the real thing
He takes one sip at a time from this desert spring
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9/7/2015
Hope.........
Hope,a child's longing for petty things.
Hope,a bird's strive for it's fledglings.
Hope,a poor-man's prayer when it's raining.
Hope, a man's wish for life when drowning.
Hope,a bedouin's search for the lost dromedary,
Hope,an old couple's wish to meet their progeny.
Hope,a dying woman's recluse in the after-life.
Hope, innocent desires of a kid's life.
Hope in God's mercy in everything good or bad.
Hope in God's will,when in joy or sad.
Hope of rain when it's hot as owen.
Hope of sun, when cold & frozen.
Hope,an everlasting sensation.
Hope, a rectifying sensation.
Hope gives life it's true meaning.
Hope enjoys, despair complaining.
Hope energizes today for tomorrow.
Hope is sowing seeds for reaping tomorrow .
Hope transcends from Here to Hereafter.
Hope corrects this life & life-after.