Best Giant Panda Poems
You came when I needed an etheric friend,
though I never knew you in life.
An angelic guardian I see in dreams.
You died just before I was born yet,
it feels like we've spent a lifetime together.
Protectorate, eternal spirit, arriving when needed;
an infinite connection.
Cartoonist that you are;
in childhood, I knew you as a giant panda bear,
my invisible playmate after grandma died.
You understood just what my
child-mind needed to heal.
Others only labeled me a,
“weird child”.
You inspired me and gave me hope.
To you I attribute my imagination and creativity;
from you I inherited my love of the arts.
Now, astral visits give birth to fresh ideas.
Being an adult should never be boring,
grownup or set stagnant.
If “faith is believing”, then I am rich.
I believe in spirit and soul.
Yes, you came when I needed a friend
and now I believe I can truly be me;
without the condemnation and judgments of others.
You came and you gave me…
back to me.
Giant pandas live in China.
They can swim and climb trees, too.
They're black and white and furry
And they love to eat bamboo!
Bonus activity: Print out a giant panda coloring sheet for each child (there are a few
to choose from on animalstown.com) and have him or her color it.
A lap full of warm animals
Out sitting on the veranda
Relaxing time my rationale
A lap full of warm animals
At least I have their approval
And glad it's not a Giant Panda
A lap full of warm animals
Out sitting on the veranda
One cat clawing and one dog washing
the cat..
Someone has to prepare lunch now...
Red Panda aka Foxfire got lost when her plane fell into the China Sea.
She drifted ashore, and was discovered by a giant black and white he.
What are you? The monster asked, fearing she was an alien creature.
A bit afraid of her eighteen inch long tail, her most prominent feature.
I am a panda, she said, but she looked more like a skunk or raccoon.
The giant panda from China began laughing, his chuckles went to the moon.
You certainly are not! He said. You do not look a thing like my wife or me.
He was as amused as a panda whose dinner was interrupted could be.
I am an Eastern Himalayan panda, she told him; but I fell out of that plane.
Do you have some tasty leaves or perhaps a tiny bit of sugar cane?
The fluffy Giant Panda puffed up his black and white fur.
“Come along, you hungry thing,” he told her “I have the cure.”
They ate bamboo for about twelve hours, before she said her name was Niece
Here is a thought, Giant told her “In China, my kind is the symbol of peace
“You are an endangered species,” Niece said, but not in a mean kind of way.
They became the best of friends then, and began to eat together every day.
They call me a giant I don't know why
In this world I feel so small
For if they keep taking all I have
Then I'm really no giant at all
My home is in China but not for long
For my family will soon disappear
We're only a couple of thousand strong
But we get fewer every year
We eat bamboo, it's what we live for
It's also what makes us live
You're gonna miss us when we're gone
And the joy we could have give
Some people even say that I'm a bear
But I'm a species all my own
With five fingers and even a thumb
Something most has never known
They call me The Giant Panda
Though my black and white is distinct
An endangered species that needs your help
Before I become extinct
How strange it is and how bizarre
a pandemic should threaten from afar -
some say a bat, some say a lab
and there’s no pill and there’s no jab!
Sniff! Sniff! I smell a virus worse than that
in this Chinese Year of the Rat.
Thus beware the cuddly giant panda
and spread of its propaganda -
you don’t need to be Charlie Chan
to know where this yellow plague all began.
It is like a tale out of Dr. Fu Manchu
how the world has caught this Wuhan Flu!
Yet said the WHO and the CCP
“there’s nothing here, nothing to see,
it’s all a big western conspiracy”.
But the WHO are just puppets on a string
pulled by their masters in Beijing -
as this CHINESE FAUCI VIRUS shows
the emperor has got no clothes.
But what is clear in the tyranny they deny,
the bigger the truth the bigger the lie!
To slay the dragon in the east
we need to cut the head off the beast,
for Red China is an abomination
whose end game is world domination.
And if you have lost your job or a loved one
it is by their hands this evil was done,
for whether a lab or whether a bat
something stinks in the Year of the Rat!
Written: May 2020
Wrote this couple years ago but
thought it was worth reposting.
Asian Black, Kodiak, Polar Bear, Grizzly and cuddly Teddy bear too….
Which one would you want to find wearing your pajamas when you have the flu?
The purple and pink striped ones would look the prettiest on the Asian Black,
But she is particular, and prefers a polka dotted nightie with a sheer and sexy back.
Let’s say you see a bear creep into your bedroom in the middle of the day,
You see her putting on your pantyhose, and she rips them every which way.
I choose Giant Panda, hoping she will want to wear my flowered blouse.
I would share all my every day clothes with her, for I am not a louse.
Sri Lanka Sloth Bear is the neatest, with her tidy extra- long hairless snout.
I know if she was visiting, I would let her wear my fancy blue dress, no doubt.
Polar Bear would have to wait until my Uncle Zeb came by to take a nap.
At a thousand pounds and holding,
all my clothes on her would surely tear and gap.
Grizzly and Kodiak are the ones I would truly dread to catch in my bedroom.
They are wild women who wear too much smelly overpowering perfume.
We had them once for a slumber party, and they tore up my bed being funny.
They cannot come back, because their parents paid no restitution money.
Better make up your mind, and do it much quicker than you have
done in the immediate past.
I just saw a trail of bear prints head toward your house,
and they were moving rather fast.
Do not mistake me for a Bear.
True, I look like one, but my features
Resemble those of a raccoon.
Unlike the hulking Grizzly Bear,
I'm not an aggressive meat lover.
I couldn't be more peaceful!
I enjoy a plant-based diet.
Give me a bamboo any day!
No, I don't mind berries, fruit, flowers,
Grasses, bark, and small animals.
Never think "Bear" when you see me!
I do not hibernate;
I simply relax and sleep out in the open.
We couldn't look more different!
Bears wear uniform colors:
Brown, black, or white.
I, on the other hand,
Don a black and white coat
With a prominent black eye markings.
I'm one of the rarest and shyest...
Of wild animals; a solitary beast from China.
I live in cold and damp conditions,
But my dense, waterproof coat
Gives me absolute protection.
An extremely agile climber, I escape...
Larger predators with ease.
I'm a glutton that spends
Two-thirds of my waking hours eating.
Here's a bit more about me...
I stand 5' ft erect.
As a female, I'm shorter in stature.
I weigh up to 265 lbs.
As a female, I weigh less.
I give birth to usually one cup.
Did I mention I'm not a Bear?
Date written: 06/12/2023
A narwhal frolicked in the oval office
and stirred the status quo
they tried to remove his potent tusk
but they wound up eating crow-
Much to their great dismay
babies were a little safer
the economy was aurora hot.
He thickened up the thin blue line
and weaved a welcome mat for God-
He poked the giant panda in the snout
plugged a hole in our leaky bank account.
Come 2020-it'll be tough to ride a braying donkey...
when we've been purring along in a Maserati
Note to the many enemies of democracy:
No need to force upon us uranium enemas
just billow a tiny bug into the neon lungs
of our bumbling- deeply divided cities..
Sit back and have a few Molotov cocktail giggles
and some giant panda bear laughs,
as we brawl over soap and toilet paper
curse god under our sparkly covid masks-
No need for mall slashings or pressure cooker bombs
Just plant a few wolves dressed as lip stick lambs
Have them silence opposing opinions with racism chants-
Watch the media spotlight a mad dog shooter and a rogue cop
to them democracy is a demon and only worthy to rot-
No need for new age Luftwaffe or Stalinist migs
to brain spray our safe spacing- I pod junkie kids.
Just fill institutions with naive freebie magicians
intolerant-contrarian-purple headed-anti Christians.
Watch them brand capitalist pig deep into the skin
of the hard-working WOMAN AND MAN...
as the elitist beamer their way to their fine gated homes
No need to invade us with a billion red atheist,
just buy a cheap blowhorn armed with
"Separation of church and state".
lord doesn't Satan love a red loyalist hater...
it's so easy cleaving god from the courts and schools
to hobble our freedom of religion and good faith..
One final note to enemies of democracy:
Lady Liberty may be battered and cornered
but in an instant can switch from beckon to blowtorch
and the eagle is bloodied but still has its teeth
WE THE PEOPLE have always rallied together
to serve up a beat down to all of the beasts-
Although I greatly loved socializing, I really enjoyed being alone,
Like ebony evenings of magic, with no ringing of the telephone.
Since my young childhood, I had been, an introverted extrovert,
Like one with eyes to azure skies, for solitary sun's extra burst!
I loved my work as a museum tour guide, as blossoms love rain,
And offish Mars loves twirling alone, in the red days of his fame.
Yet, in leisure hours I was often alone, like a full, alienated moon,
Or stunning, vibrant rainbows, that won't be amassing very soon.
Friends oft invited me to parties, and sometimes I would accept,
As sun is seen coaxing roses, from the beds where winter's slept.
I lived in the house of quiet starlight, each of them roving alone,
Like solitary, jade grasshoppers, when green grass is overgrown.
My nearest neighbor was my best friend, and we were like family,
Ofttimes together, laughing steadily, in the days of golden vanity.
Pleasant summer was in high spirits, with a whistling in the trees,
And a continuous, merry humming, from hives of the honeybees.
One day, I labored in my garden, while marigold blooms sang sun;
And I saw a lone woodpecker tapping, getting his own work done.
It was not the first time I'd seen one, and they were always solo,
Like a total eclipse of the glorious sun, making of him a no-show.
Then I saw a pink hummingbird, flying backward, and upside down,
Reveling in aloof, open air dining, out on the quaint sunshiny town.
This brought to mind adorable koalas, living out serene lives alone,
Like a dramatic, lone shooting star, heading out to zones unknown.
Later I saw a pretty emerald butterfly, more solitary than the birds,
They live and usually migrate alone, past the city's outlying suburbs.
Then there is reclusive, giant panda, active at night and by twilight,
When hued skies remember and review, the golden day's highlights.
Thinking of complex nature's solo acts, I did gain valuable insights,
For being alone is only natural, circumstances defining what's right.
I am no longer feeling guilty, but am accepting myself just as I am.
As the sun accepts taking over, when heavy storms are on the lam.
I still laugh it up at joyous parties, like fireworks and confetti stars,
Yet, I require long intervals of silence, like silky nights of no chaos!
Anji County of China is the town of bamboo
Visitors arrive in cars, more than a few.
Cooks could add some stems to their tasty stew
But giant panda consumes most shoots and stems of bamboo
Bamboo borers are a delicacy, tasty and sweet
Caterpillar to you, but don’t try to count his feet
We found six in the canebrakes yesterday said the cook.
It is best to consume this dish without a real close look.
Japanese giant timber bamboos grow faster than these
One grew forty-seven inches in twenty-four hours. Oh, please!
Bamboo paintings and woodworking is a pleasure to see.
Please look away from the table for a second; stop looking at me.
The earth is big and the earth is old.
There are so many things
in vast creation to behold
that time and nature bring.
One more, one less, it matters not,
for those who earth, inhabit -
one less tasty sunburnt apricot,
another tawny rabbit.
Yet, some species are in short supply -
indeed they are at risk.
It would be a tragedy if one should die
beneath our yellow disk.
There's the giant panda and the rhino,
and let's not forget
white polar bears in vanishing snow -
and the Chinese egret.
In the ocean, there's the humongous blue whale,
whose sonic vibrations
go up and down the frequency scale -
remarkable vocalizations.
But there's such an abundance of men,
I think it's safe to say,
my presence makes no difference, then -
today, tomorrow, yesterday.
A giant panda eats leaves and shoots,
several handlers and keepers
fall to a spray of AK-47 bullets.
"Why?"
moans an elderly Chinese lady,
blood oozing from her torn body -
she had nursed him from a cub.
In a less than perfect Mandarin,
the animal replied:
"Madam, humans do not understand
how to bear an unbearable love.
Being insufferably cute
the matter has always been
a black and white issue for us.
We love to shoots first,
then we leaves."