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Baby Gecko by Maitland, Patrick
Geico's Gecko Vs That Other Guy by Hinshaw, Robert L.
The Geico Gecko by Hinshaw, Robert L.
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A gecko who represents GEICO
My fame sure continues to grow
     And because I am cute
     I have money to boot
Who’d guess I’d been raised in a ghetto

Insurance I’m in, so let’s begin
Assessing your worth, to your chagrin
     No policy covers
     That place where you hover
Think we insure bats? You’re mistaken!

*NOT a contest entry

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011

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My Zoo From A to Z

Alligators, Aardvarks; Arctic fox and hare. Also Armadillos and Asses will be there!

Bobcats, Beavers, Boars; One Blue whale will do! Bovines and a Booby (maybe 2)!

Caribou & Camels; *Cavies & a *Coot; Cottontails, Chipmunks, Chinchillas looking cute.

Dingoes, Deer & *Dik-diks; Dolphins doing tricks!

Elephants, an *Emu; Egrets and a Ewe.

Flying squirrels & Frogs you will find; Ferrets & Flamingos, Felines, every kind.

Goats & Gophers, swift Gazelles & Gnus; Grizzlies & Gorillas; Gibbons to amuse.

Humpbacks;Hyenas,also Harbor seals; Hummingbirds need little; Hippos need huge meals! 

*Ibex  & an Ibis, and there’s some Iguanas

Jaguars & Jackals & wading birds, Jacanas.

Killer whale; a Kangaroo; Kingbirds and the Koala too.

Ligers, Lynxes, Leopards, Langers; Llamas, Lemmings, Loons & Lemurs.

Manatees & Manxes & some Muskrats; Mustangs, Moose, Macaws ; Mountain cats.

Nightingales & Newts; and a big Naked mole rat!

Otters & Opossums; the Ozark Big-eared bat; Ocelots and Orca too. imagine that!

Pumas, Panthers, Penguins, Polar Bears & *Pipits; Puffins, Peacocks, Pelicans & *Peewits. 

*Qhetzals, such bright birds to see; also a Queen snake, Queen rat & Queen bee.

Rhinos, Rams & Reindeer need a look! Racoons too, & have you seen the Rook?

Sable, Sloth & Skunks & Snowy owl, Snipes & Swifts & *Squabs are other fowl.

Tigers, Toucans, *Tapirs; and just now born. . . 

Utah prairie dogs, Uganda Kob and the only one around, the Unicorn!

Vultures, Vipers, Vixens, and more than that; a Vole & Vervet & the Vampire bat!

Walruses, a Weasel, & the silly *Wallaroo; Woodchucks, Wolverines, Warthog too.

*Xenopus & *Xerus; *Xenarthra & *Xantus. 

*Yaffles & a Yellow belly lizard; a Yeti (found naked in a blizzard).

*Zanzibar and Zebra & the *Zebu; Finally a *Zigzag and a *Zoo-zoo!

Definitions of the uncommon animal names in this poem: 
Cavies - Hoofed animals   Coots -diving birds                Dik-diks - type of Antelopes
Emu - like Ostrich             Ibex - wild goat                     Langurs -Long tailed Monkeys
Pipits - small songbirds     Peewits -shore birds               Qhetzals -jungle bird
Squabs -Birds                  Tapirs -S. American Swine      Wallaroo -large Water buffalo
Xenopus -Frog                 Xerus - Ground squirrel            Xenarthra -Anteaters
Xantus - Bird                   Yaffles - Green woodpeckers   Zanzibar -Gecko
Zebu - Ox                         Zigzag - Salamander                 Zoo-zoo -Wood pigeon

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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A Moment In Time

A glistening cobweb, on an old timber gate

Rainbows reside in each drop of morns dew.

Thin strands of white mist in the sun dissipate 

A scurrying mouse, weaving through the fescue.


Black and white offspring of a paradise duck

Fronds of a fern beckon new life in their curl

Bees seeking sweetness into bright blooms do tuck

While a gecko peeks out and departs in a twirl.


Rata flowers explode with vibrant red lines

While fantails flush insects with spirited style.

Tangles of foliage making balanced designs

Stopping and watching this instant worthwhile.


Gone the hustle and bustle of  rushing around

Enjoying the pleasure of simple wonders to see.

Never invisible these sights that are drowned

Yet infrequently treasured by both you and me.

Copyright © Mark Woods | Year Posted 2017

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past present future

My nostalgic trip started in the train station, where I gazed upon an entry hall that resembled a faded photo in a faded album. I clung to the hope of a futuristic carriage.

Sat at your table
Your click clack conversation
Had remained the same

Standing on a street corner, I was trying to understand traffic. The hot, thick, air was full of misting rain, which didn’t stop beads of memories from dripping down my back.

In the dark hours
A Tokay gecko calls out
Echoing through time

A new scenic road has been built alongside the lake. From it you can see the mountain range that edges the plain. The forested peaks covered with stylised clouds.

Peddling to change
When work stops and leisure flows
Free-wheeling future

Copyright © scott thirtyseven | Year Posted 2015

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My Eco Echo

People made fun when I bought an Echo
they said it couldn’t out run a gecko.
Called it a four cylinder sewing machine
about the size of a large kidney bean.

In 01 when the gas was not as high
a manual stick I opted to buy.
I said gas will go up you wait and see
they jeered and laughed, all poking fun at me.

I pampered it with K & N filter
made sure not a thing went out of kilter.
Added a tornado to air intake
increasing mpg was piece of cake.

With windows rolled down, holding constant speed
forty-seven miles per gallon- indeed.

Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey

Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2011

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The Geico Gecko

Geico's Gecko is a strange little dude

   Talking funny and strolling in the nude

      But be that as it may

         I'm sure he earns his pay

            At selling insurance he's mighty shrewd

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2012

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A Glimpse of Hawaii

A tunnel of branches with leafy green shade
Arc over the winding quiet road
On our windward island’s side
Heading toward the north shore
Where giant waves treat surfers
To the thrill of a lifetime in winter season.
Look deeper into the tunnel of leafy branches
To espy the trail of ants busy at work
And see the gecko capture his breakfast roach.
Look beyond the giant surf
Down through the teal colored waves
And see honu swim with schools of fish,
In unison, as they go about their exciting day.

One cannot help but sense that deeper flow,
That serenity of our island’s glow,
Which surges forth through verdant
Flapping leaves with bright bananas
Peeking out, or not be moved by radiant blossoms
Of varied hues of the ever blooming China rose.
As the sun rises over Diamond Head 
And birds take flight--to any soul’s delight--
They begin their chatter amidst the fluid air,
The day begins just as it ends,
 In paradise.

© 2010 Connie Marcum Wong

Aloha, and Mele Kalikimaka! (Merry Christmas!) 

Gecko: is a small, mostly nocturnal tropical lizard of the family Gekkonidae, usually 
having toe pads that can cling to smooth surfaces: the largest species, Gekko gecko,  is 
sometimes kept as a pet. 

Honu: The Pacific green sea turtle is called honu

China rose: Another name for Hawaii’s state flower the hibiscus

Side note* The Pacific Green Sea Turtle

Did you know that all the hatchlings in the nest of the Pacific green sea turtle are either 
male or female? The sex of the turtles is determined by the temperature of the nest. 
Cooler nests produce a clutch of males, while warmer nests produce females.

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2010

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Moth, Light, Gecko and I

I stared at the ceiling in the dead of the night.
Depressed, devoid of feelings I needed light.
Something in the bulb, palpitating in delight.
Enticing like a siren, flashing colours ignite.

Depressed, devoid of feelings I needed light.
A dribbling Moth I espied, duped by the sight.
Enticing like a siren, flashing colours ignite.
'Stop, wake up you stupid Moth' sadly I cried.

A dribbling Moth I espied, duped by the sight.
Moth dived, got scorched on a suicide flight.
'Stop, wake up you stupid Moth' sadly l cried.
Dazed, Moth got up preparing for another dive.

Moth dived, got scorched on a suicide flight.
Creeping Gecko with a dancing tongue, I espied.
Dazed, Moth got up preparing for another dive.
Gecko's tongue lashed out, Moth got eaten alive.

Creeping Gecko with a dancing tongue, l espied.
Gecko looked at me, winked and smiled.
Gecko's tongue lashed out, Moth got eaten alive.
'Snap out of it stupid Man, go get a life.'

Gecko looked at me, winked and smiled.
Something in the bulb, palpitating in delight.
'Snap out of it stupid Man, go get a life.'
I stared at the ceiling in the dead of the night.

Copyright © Tiaua M Ioane | Year Posted 2014

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Flo's Insurance

Driving without insurance is breaking the law, you see.
The state I live in says it’s mandatory.
If I’m involved in an accident on the road,
an insurer should be there to handle the load.
To obtain auto insurance, where did I go?
Would I choose a company with a caveman and gecko?
I followed an attractive brunette named Flo.
I saw her on the tube both day and night.
With those big eyes and bright smile, she proved a delight.
I make monthly premium payments to her company.
If a claim is made, they handle the liability.
With Flo’s company, down the road I can go.
There is very little chance I will ever meet Flo.

Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2011

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What Are We To A Pig, When Pigs Are Dazzlers

What are we to a pig. when pigs are dazzlers. In many of those happenstance picks, and emptiness left to filters. To its overflowings, A leave-taken still. At one point a son's recourse hinges. To an unevenly thought cease, Of his father's rituals, ritual. To think this  faunlike may not have  borne of the true swine, Which of you wast wont to rueful. You search our knees when we seemed not to know where to try; would  your forebearers put up with us knowingly, the walls u forgotten to keep from earshot, ( gecko) now closing in on you wryly, go chide! since when, have you care a shoat? for u may found it reasoning with yourself, All day hasten from that wall to the other , As for him; your father, no feelings and had laid all the way out in that rut

Copyright © kelechi Emeaba | Year Posted 2014

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A Floridian's Pet of Choice

Although most pets are cuddly and furry
Like playful pups and kittens furry
     My choice of pet may astound
     Not many of these around
But this one needs little care or worry

At the risk of being called a weirdo
My pet of choice is a scaled, green gecko
     Florida swamps filled with flies
     Cockroaches grow giant size
Request already denied by GEICO

These reptiles hide away during the day
They require no food; on insects they prey
     Geckos don’t warm laps at night
     Dine on pests that fright or bite
And your insect fears they’ll surely allay

*For Francine Roberts’ “Pick a Pet” Contest
Written July 3, 2011

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011

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Baby Gecko

Baby gecko on the wall
You are so very, very small.
Have you come inside to play?
Or just to pass the time away?

Does your mother know you’re here?
Or is she searching everywhere.
She must be frantic with emotions reeling
While you’re just walking on my ceiling.

If I catch you, and put you out
Will you know your way about?
If you go through a different door
You won’t see your mother anymore.

So I’ll have to let you stay
To wander on your merry way.
I hope one day you’ll be big and strong
And stay outside, where you belong

Copyright © Patrick Maitland | Year Posted 2012

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There were wolves, coyotes and wildcats:
all fighting for supremacy in vast grasslands,
but envy made them greener than grass and harder than rock...
trying to break up the alliance between the rabbit and the fox.

Morning came without delay as light shone on the dusky, sea-weeded reefs; 
they silently gathered behind the tallest weeds resembling hungry beasts,
hoping they'd pass by and entrap them and have a meal...
and they waited many hours to make that imagined kill.

How could they outsmart a rabbit with his agility
and a fox with his shrewdness? Their plot had to have ingenuity
to make them fall for that something they desperately craved...
and what was it they were looking for? Was it flesh they desired? 

These two harmless animals looked out for each other ,
any unfamiliar sound or noise would make them shiver
and alarm them to keep a sharp eye on anything that moved...
even a gecko climbing rocks would would make them feel awkward.

And the shy rabbit and the sly fox gave a hint to hunters,
pointing where they were hiding:  in the shade of poison oaks;
not knowing that they would have a mad rash so unexpected...
they ran chased by a dozen of dogs as the rabbit and foxed reveled.

The wolves, coyotes and wildcats vowed revenge, if they ever escaped;
no rabbit or fox would survive in their territory...if they were found
snoozing under the shady wildflowers or on the top of logs:
they'd surely be the perfect treat for their growling stomachs! 

The rabbit and the fox finally enjoyed their freedom and loyalty
by planning a more effective strategy despite fret or calamity.

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2011

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Contemplation Of The Sands

Desert blown mystic mist,
tumbling sands of roving sun,
shadows tell your passing,
with dunes though never one.

The grain upon a lizard tail,
tale of reptile life,
brushed to killing hawk feathers,
gecko blood on beak like knife.

Soaring sand child seaward,
drop from thermal height,
roll among the mighty waves,
be part of ocean's might.

Stuck upon a surfer,
sliding clean into the blue,
ride a wetsuit hanging car,
shimmer in sunshine, I saw you.

Contemplation of the sands,
music of the travelled few,
captured second of the eye,
poetry's unravelled view.

©D.N.Read 2013

Copyright © David Nickle Read | Year Posted 2013

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Loving Me In Another Man's Arms

She is loving me
But in another man’s arms
Her heart she says is longing for me 
Her body she lays cuddled in a man’s arms.

Her heart for me
And her body given to him
Her body she withhold from me
And her heart given to me she denies him.

She plays a love
Like a single in a double act
Her body and heart differs in love
As the clouds kiss the water, she awes the act.

But a witty spider
She entangles in her web  
A cockroach and lures a gecko, rather
The gecko preys on it and the roach tore its web. 

Copyright © ITSOGHOLE O SOLOMON | Year Posted 2015

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Death in the Afternoon

Outward swing saloon doors,
Hanging heavy in the midday sun
Where but fools or legends walk
Burnt and scarred,
World weary

The gecko sings

Slow, rhythmical, a slow heavy march
Whining in the din of midday silence

The dust stirs
In the saturated air
Storm’s coming

Out of barred doors
The free hurl the damned
Face to the dust
His last respite

Breath is heavy
Eyes dead
Hope gone

He stands

The mob gathers
And the drums call
Resonating the dead wood
To fever pitch

Sir you stand accused…
The accused stares to the heavens
The lawman’s drone continues

The drums stop as the clouds
Form darkly
Storm’s here
The hammer falls 

The drums take up the call
As the gecko’s dirge begins
The air breaks
Rippling across the mob

He breathes again in the rain
The fools and legends retire
Onto wet dust
Tramping to the sound of drumming
The rope falls.

Copyright © The Red Rain | Year Posted 2013

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On My Street

Spindly elbows skew 
Laurie rides his rusty steed —
Owl eyes sparkle blue.

Blue-bottomed bees buzz
Through dappled dims, garden green —
Whispered perfume haze.

Twilight windows glow
Wispy wings are glass-dancing —
Gecko chuck chuck goes.

Copyright © Shell McConville | Year Posted 2015

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Nzongi Mwero.
Oh, we recall the bygone times,
The days of the golden past,
That chirping with our merry mates,
Flying around the parks,
Gone the joys of the nests,
That freedom restrained,
Coming at our will in parks,
But hindered and chained in the parks.

Oh, we feel painted at our hearts when we recall,
The scene in the parks unsmiling,
No glistering dew drops from the trees,
All big trees were cut down,
We can’t forget that lovely shape of the parks,
That endearing our faces.

Oh, life was real nice in the vernal shade,
Oh, we miss the sweet voices of our brothers in the parks,
Would that we had the strength to break the predators,
What a bad luck have we?
Can we pine for another park?
Brothers let us think of the weapons and tactics,
That we could escape from poachers and predators.

My friend Antelope- You can use your speed in retreating,
You Tortoise- Use your shield or bomb shelter,
My friend Chameleon- You can use the camouflage,
You Porcupine- Please use your swords or bayonets,
My friend Snake- Use your poisoned knife,
You Stunk- Please Use your tear gas or poison gas,
My friend Octopus- Use your smoke screen,
You Electric Eel- Please Use your electric shock,
Then my friend Gecko- You can Use your diversionary tactics,
And finally me Elephant I will Use my tusks.
Everyone has a duty to perform his defensive way,
To deal with poachers and predators,
But still human beings have more brains,
They know how to trap us,
We plead those with good hearted to protect us.

Parks are our shelters,
Rivers are our shelters,
Oceans and lakes are our shelters,
Trees are our shelters,
The land is our shelters.

Oh, we beg you do not harm us,
You live on land- You live on land,
You drink water from the rivers –We live and drink that water,
You get medicine from trees- We live and eat those trees,
You collect foreign money from the parks- We live in the parks,
You use oceans and lakes to travel –We live in those waters.

Oh, we are all world creatures,
Why are you killing us for meat?
Why are you destroying the parks?
Why are you contaminating the waters?
Why are you cutting down trees?
Why are you burning the land we live?
Why are you hunting us for more money?
And already you are getting foreign money due to us,
Please stop hunting us or destroying our shelters.

Copyright © Nzongi Mwero | Year Posted 2015

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Zippelly, Zappely Zale

Diddely, dappened doo –
birdies, black and blue!
Hiddely, happily hare,
gorilla’s, gophers glare!

Frappelly, frippin foo,
larks, and leopards loo.
Giddily, gaddelly, goo –
grasshoppers, gnat’s gnu’s!

Trippaley, trickelly tee –
birdies, bears and bees.
Biddilly, bradilly, boo –
shrimps, sharks and shrews!

Zippelly, zappely zale –
walrus, wrens and whales!
Jittery, jatterly joon –
ladybugs, lions, loons!

Woodelly, wadelly, wee –
a monkey, and ape in tree!
Gecko and goat in game –
all animals aren’t the same!

Copyright © Stacy Stiles | Year Posted 2012

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The New Pet

Went to the pet store to get a new pet
A Gecko was the one I really wanted and yet
Maybe bird, frog, or gerbel
No definitely not a slow creeping turtle

A lizard was truly the only choice
When I bought her she had no voice
Quietly I brought this beauty home
Now I need to give her a name with the right tone

She is a girl a real beauty
Needs a name that is truly suited
I know that it needs to be beautiful also
I have it now Elizzardbeth the cutie

(We will leave early tomorrow for Ft. Gordon
for the second time to try for our son's surgery.
Thanks to everyone for the prayers issued up
for us and our son Tommy, Jr. We will be 
gone until he is okay.Thanks for all the comments
and prayers ...I will try to catch up when we are
back home.)

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010

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Heh Gecko

Mr. Gecko,
You are not Geico
Mr. SoBe,your name is not Ghecki.
Mr. Wiesman, your heritage is not Gargoyle.
Lime illuminating, advertising
Chirping, adhering to the humidity covered pane.
Hemut Stump toed comrade,
Licking lidless membraned eyes,
Perfected coned vision.
Wafered padded setae,
Suctioning eight times his body,
straddling atop sleek blades of greenery.
Dwarf extinct.
New Zealand`s lost treasure.
Delcourts Gecko remains King of his reptiles.
Self copulation is an unfortunate reality,
when you are a handsome neon lizard.

Copyright © Robin Maughan | Year Posted 2009

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Fortune favors
The brave, the bard, and the gecko.

Copyright © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY | Year Posted 2016

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Important Pre-nap Questions

I came back from a cold windy walk
Off with my mittens and hat
And coat and boots
On with the tea kettle
I opened the box
“Lipton - 100% Real Tea Leaves
Serve Hot or Iced”
Oooo not ‘iced’
I don’t even want to think about that!
“72 Tea Bags
Decaffeinated with Pure Spring Water and Effervescence”
Effervescence?  What is that?  Fizz?
I do not want fizzy hot tea
Just plain hot tea, if you please
“Net Wt 4.7 oz (133 g).. “  OK 

I opened the lid to put the individually
Bagged teas… 
To put the bags in the glass jar
On the shelf
I opened the box and smelled the gentle green
And happily removed the cardboard separators 
-the bags are placed in rows
With two little ‘walls’ between
Which I use for book marks
Fresh green-smelling book marks

And I noticed more writing on the underside of the lid:’
“Why is there a frog on my tea box?”
Beside a picture of a frog
I closed the lid
Sure enough, there is the same picture;
Only smaller; so I didn’t notice it
The little green frog is framed by the words
“Rainforest Alliance…Certified”
Nice to know the frog is a certified frog

The lid goes on to explain that the Lipton
Tea has been grown on “Rainforest Alliance Certified ™
Tea farms…to Protect the Environment, Improve Quality of Life; and Improve Worker Welfare…for more information…please visit or”

Wow!  What an answer!
The first things that came to my mind
With the question
(In case you forgot, “Why is there a frog on my tea box?”)
1.  An elephant wouldn’t fit
2.  The gecko is taken (see Geico car insurance ads)
3.  Cats don’t drink tea – although they occasionally sniff mine
4.  Fish are too wet… well, come to think of it, frogs live at least part-time in water…         scratch that… except that I don’t care for fish, and I’d probably return tea with fish on the box
5.  Why not?

It is a charming question
It is a cute frog
And the tea is good; especially when drunk to accompany
A hot buttered biscuit with cinnamon on top

I sit back in my grandfather’s old chair
With a book and a cat on my lap
And drift off to sleep

“Why is there a frog on my tea box?”
I think that’s silly
The more important question would be
“Why is there a frog in my Christmas tree?”
But that’s another story

Copyright © KJ Hooten | Year Posted 2012

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Breaking News: Geico Gecko Missing


There are unconfirmed reports that, while filming a new advertisement campaign, (on location), on the island of Flores in Indonesia, Martin the Geico Gecko, was eaten by a local komodo dragon named Varanus. Initial info suggests that Martin was taunting the komodo, but that is NOT yet substantiated.

Details are just emerging, but it seems Martin, whose body has not yet been found, (pictured here just moments before the tragedy), was initially bitten at a post-shoot party given by relatives, and was later attacked and eaten on his way to the Bintang Flores Hotel, after succumbing to the effects of the initial bite.
In a surprising twist it has been discovered that, even if they DO find his remains, his immediate family has no means by which to provide a funeral service or decent burial as, (according to a family spokesman), they are "just lizards" and have no regular income, (please contact the family if you'd like to help out).

Even more shockingly, they admitted that Martin was sadly "uninsured" ... so tragic. Let's pray this is just a hoax, and that the "little green bugger", (as he's affectionately called by his agent), has simply wandered off in a state of instinctual bliss. We're told this DOES happen sometimes with his particular species.
There is, as yet, little investigative information or hard evidence for authorities to proceed with, as the only witness was a rare Mascambing Cockatoo, who has since mysteriously vanished without a trace. Before its disappearance, however, the cockatoo was heard by many people as repeating Martin's last known words, ad nauseum, "Eat me, dragon! Eat me!"

They DO have the primary suspect under surveillance. However, due to the slow digestive habits of komodo dragons, it may be some time before any "solid" evidence emerges, and even LONGER before they can find a forensic specialist willing to analyze it, (it's a rather messy business, that). Please watch for further updates.

Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017

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Waves of invisible noise rise and sink
As quick as your heartbeat,
And as slow.
Your beauty grows day by day,
And I like to think that you know exactly who I am,
And your smile for me, is not only wind.
I also like to think that the concrete grip of your gecko hand
Is gaining warmth and strength from me,
In the same way as the liquid warmth of your mother.

With every breath that you take
A yellow light rises with the sun,
And fades.
A cloud of glass and artificial transparence
Surrounds you,
And a tube around your head,
Like a Crown.
You are winning, for the assistance diminishes slowly, but scientifically Sure.
Their experienced hands hold you more than I,
And their eyes look upon you with care,
But mine see you, with love. 


You slept right through the festivities, we did not cut your cake,
We ate savouries and meat, we drank sweet drinks, and we waited.
Some of entered as strangers, and left the best of friends
And one or two of us could not keep our big mouths closed.
And still you slept, as if it were a year behind,
Another place, and another time.

…You were so much smaller then, in the fish bowl of life
An audience of green gnomes pandered to your desires and whims
And we watched and waited, and breathed with you, and for you
And lights sang along with your heart.
As you slept with mountain air and warmth keeping you safe
While we tried to sleep.
Things are so much different now, a lifetime down the line
You have our smile, you have our thoughts, though now we do not always see them
As in a forest of white and lamb soft warmth, surrounded by little creatures 
You dream on, without a care in your world, and ours.

( My Daughter Beth was born 6 weeks premature...this is to celebrate her life...she is now almost 25, and more beautiful today than ever before... )

Copyright © Stuart Ackerman | Year Posted 2015