Best Gorilla Poems
(Written in Iambic Pentameter- suitable for music)
Harambe, living in captivity-
mock forest of the Cincinnati Zoo,
within this human world, good as can be,
beneath those peering eyes that visit you.
And what bad fate for you when, suddenly,
no fault of yours, a child falls to your space.
At first, you seemed to act quite caringly;
you held his hand and looked into his face.
But then the shrieks of humans made you wild
and frantic, as you soon became afraid.
You dragged him to and fro, that little child-
and chaos then ensued, decisions made.
If only they had found a simple way;
removed the crowd to hush upsetting screams,
perhaps your primate nature would then play
into a more protective stance, it seems.
Or maybe darted you to bring you down
and not forever, just a little while,
to rescue the small boy and take the crown
for saving both and ending with a smile.
Harambe, poor gorilla, your sad day,
to have them end your life for their neglect
of building an enclosure in some way,
allowed a tiny child to fall direct.
Within your borrowed space of humankind,
where you knew not of freedom, nature's way,
you had to face your end, your days maligned
as a dark beast to pay the price that day.
Harambe, living in captivity,
mock forest of the Cincinnati Zoo,
not many of you left on Earth to see;
so sorry that this fate has come to you.
I don't know why she's done it,
She normally is quite sane,
Mum said she bought a new gorilla,
It really is a pain.
She said she put it in the kitchen,
Not far from the sink,
What if I want to go to the tap
And get myself a drink.
I wonder how large it is?
If it will sit with us to eat?
I wonder what we'll name it?
And where it's going to sleep?
But when I tip-toed to the kitchen
A large animal I didn't see,
It was just an electric griller
And mum cooking lunch for me.
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Rock standing like a
Gorilla guarding harem
Washed by water
Gorilla, Gorilla – he isn’t a killer,
Although he’s incredibly strong …
But some people hunt him, just for the thrill … Ah!
Now I think that’s terribly wrong …
a gorilla
eats a yellow flower - -
humming birds flee
lol, had to use that gorilla
jack horne for sidney’s contest
'I shall will' says the Proclaimed Self
when you know
it most certainly
won't
'Forever' swear the lovers
before they weary of each other
and pass with
sideways
eye
maybe there will be some
other times
looping mirrors reflecting
themselves
speeding light spread
ever along
the fire's fulgurate throat
stroking a woman's lovely
shudder. a room in Rome.
like Krishna
riding high
distinctly
satisfied
shadows within the
shade
the elephants may
parade
But, never,
no never
will they ever
clear the
stage
MOUNTAIN GORILLA
Gentle giant of the great apes
Close to us in temperament
With compassion and love of family
Mighty vegetarian walking the Congo
Hunted and endangered species.
Silver-backed male
Father and protector
Too heavy to sleep in trees
Sleeps on the jungle floor
While his family sleep safely above.
Babies cling to mothers’ backs
Carried through the jungle
With silver-back on guard for danger
Loving family group of nine
Moving peaceably from place to place.
Villagers of the Congo
Hunt and kill gorillas for meat
Selling skins on the black market
While hunters kidnap the young
Selling them to zoos for public display.
Days of gorillas in the wild are numbered
Soon only to be found
Gentle giants caged in zoos
Paraded for human entertainment
Great apes so close to us in temperament.
Colin Ian Jeffery
There was once a ZOO in Atlanta,
that had an old gorilla named Anna.
She had a special trick,
that would make you quite sick,
when she’d throw you up-chucked banana.
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
First Place Winner ~ "Zany Zoo” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Linda-Marie Bariana’s
May 17, 2010
My brother played a dirty trick on me that was nasty to do.
Before I put on a Gorilla mask, he filled it with Super Glue.
I've tried and tried to pull this mask off but it's stuck.
I've been wearing it for three years, I'm out of luck.
Now I have the body of a man and the head of an ape.
When people see me, they think I'm a Killer Gorilla freak and they're desperate to escape.
When President Obama saw me, the chicken got scared and ran.
I'm a Human Being, I'm getting tired of being called a Gorilla-Man!
Some Carnival people came to my house and they asked me to be one of their freaks.
I hit them so hard that their jaws had to be wired shut, now none of them can speak.
Now my brother is blind, I got even with the creep.
I Super Glued his eyes shut while he was asleep.
(This is a fictional poem)
Pancake Gorilla Onion
It is obvious, the connection
Pancake, gorilla, onion
Walking down the street of all conclusions
Closed in on all sides by saffron meadows
On all fours if you like
Reached before the end
Hidden below the surface
All words emerge sooner or later
What's next on the agenda
Do you expect us to believe
Troglodyte, ash tray, light bulb
Don't say I didn't warn you
Is ash tray even a word
Bless me with the metal aspergillum
Holly water thirsty first
How ridiculous that sounds
Pancake gorilla onion
Will have the final word
*Authors note: aspergillum is a real word. You have to dig a little bit to find it. It is a religious metal device or object used to sprinkle holy water at religious ceremonies.
I am Gorilla, and this my domain
You humans return to ensnare me again
Mankind with his bullets has not caught me yet
Hey Fella, that there is one hell of a net!
Now in the zoo with not much to do
The people pass by in an orderly queue
They all seem impressed when I beat my chest
They’re easily pleased so I give it my best
The zoo put a sign up with one word: BEWARE!
As king of the beasts, my job is to scare
For I am the Silverback! Alpha Gorilla
So what made those idiots call me Priscilla
Why am I here
this isn't my home
I do miss my mountain
and the trees where I'd roam
and what of my family
where have they gone
God knows if they're safe
but still life goes on
I hope they're not waiting
not waiting for me
just looking around
I'll never be free
I don’t know how a boy slipped down
And landed in a cage
Which housed a huge gorilla,
Prompting anger, grief and rage.
For when the ape then dragged the boy
The keepers at the zoo
Decided that a killing shot
Was what they had to do.
I’d hate to be the person
With that awful call to make,
But I understand the reason
With a human life at stake.
Yet, after all is said and done
I still can’t understand
Why there wasn’t anybody there
To hold that young boy’s hand.
I’m Kong the Gorilla, formerly of Africa,
but I now live in New York, in North America.
Carl Denham and his boys had to go and capture me.
They sailed on a boat to my land to make a movie.
A nearby native tribe was as nice as they could be.
I would be worshipped, and they’d leave a woman for me.
A member of Denham’s crew was a blonde with beauty.
Her name was Anne Darrow. Wow, she was a real cutie!
The tribe abducted her because blondes have scarcity
in that part of the world where I would roam nice and free.
They thought of her as the perfect sacrifice for me;
so they left her out as something complimentary.
When the crew of the ship came to rescue dear Annie,
Carl Denham got a bright idea quite suddenly.
Being greedy, he thought he would make lots of money.
Like a fool, I would become attached to this honey.
So with all of those tranquilizer guns, they shot me.
They took me to New York to live in captivity.
It was there my life history turned another page.
I was in chains in a theatre upon the stage.
It was there when I learned Anne would marry Jack Driscoll.
What did she see in that guy? I’ll say he’s an CENSORED!
When I found out about that, I got mad and broke free.
Then I grabbed Anne and I would take her away with me.
To the top of the Empire State Building we would be.
Then those dummies sent a squadron of planes after me.
You know what happened next, that really ruined my day.
To my son in Africa, here is what I will say:
“Son, I want you to beware. I’m hoping that you hear,
Carl Denham is returning to Africa next year.”
Gorilla Girl
Let's give gorilla gal a great big hoot.
Queen of the Great Apes, she is living on fruit.
Loosing weight is her latest toot.
Swinging through the trees in her Sunday suit.
(For fun use link! Hear hoots. Think pink!)
One hip replaced! Fearless. Happy faced.
Hearts, love, showers, lace. Gorilla Girl's smiling face.
Perched on one leg; giving her walker a whirl.
She silences wild screams and gives hopefulness a twirl.
(For fun use link! Hear screams. Get shrink!)
Slow as a snail she goes and does not stumble.
Swinging through the trees trying not to fumble.
Uproarious sounds, without one grumble.
No sweets for treats Feasting “She beast” crumbles!
(For fun use link! Rumble! Sneak a wink!)
“Gorilla Gal” craves sweets. Big hunt must grunt.
Rolling with laughter. Medicine? Drunk?”
What's that sound? A pig? Not a skunk?
Oh, what a hunt! Sweet chunks. Hidden trunk.
(For fun use link! Pig grunt! DIET... Drink)
Never fear, the end is near.
Pain and agony are steering clear.
Pound those chests to her with cheer.
“Gorilla Gal” has recuperation near.
(For fun use link! Chest beats! Laughs…
Swim in the sink. Get a drink. Try to wink.
Do not blink! She's on the brink.
LOL the link! The link! The link!)
© Dane Smith-Johnsen
December 17, 2009
IF YOU WANT SOME GREAT FUN, OPEN THIS LINK BESIDE THE POEM AND LISTEN TO
SOUNDS AS INDICATED.... Inspiration!
http://www.gorillafund.org/gorilla_fun/gorilla_sounds_flash.php
1st sound “Hoots”
2nd sound “Adolescent Screams”
3rd sound “Rumble” (Food found, low sounds.)
4th sound “Pig Grunt”
5th sound “Chest Beats”
6th sound “Laughs”