Best Guinea Poems

a guinea fowl
molting polka dot feathers—
handmade earrings

© February 21, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Juxtaposition Haiku 	 
Sponsored by: Charles Henderson

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Purple Guinea Pig
Growl growl bite bite goes the guinea pig
As she rips out your fecking throat
The fierce guinea pig purple in colour
Not to be fecked with or name called
She'll hunt you down and kill ya!
And talks like a real American
The purple guinea pig who growls
Straight...

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New Guinea Kokoda Campaign

In 1942 the Japs appeared, took all the islands north.
Our troops were mainly school boys and for New Guinea bound.
13,000 Japs landed, climbed up Kokoda and came forth.
As  Yanks,  Macarthur's boys took over Melbourne town.
Churchill said "No we can't help,...

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From old pond frog
to  this Questionku--
are haiku Guinea Pigs?...

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My guinea pig
With the black and brown stripes
And the eyes big and black like space
And tiny little ears
That perk up when he hears the food come.

My guinea pig
Who sits on my lap
As I read, or just watch him
As he shifts tring to find a comfortable...

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Every piece of furniture I am becoming attached
Is that possible?
Nah cannot be
You cannot become attached to things - personal things
Just like you cannot become attached to people
I am tired of being the mannequin
Guinea pig - whatever you call it
For God to try His hands on
I...

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In 1985, we had three daughters.
They were 5, 10, and 11.
So life was fun, of course.
Each daughter had a gerbil.
Flopsy, Crumbone and Taylor.
Don’t ask me which is which.
They are rodents.

I broke my leg on a Thursday.
In 5 places, trying to ride a bike to the...

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THE GUINEA BOOK-PIG

At four she was a guinea pig
For a rising college geek
‘Cause the kid was talkative
Perfect brain to take a peek

So the testing started there
Little questions never ended
Hungry little mind was bright
Former life was now suspended

Didn’t jazz and didn’t play
Let her mournful dogs run...

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A Pupil of Papua New Guinea 


I live in a village deep in the jungle 
And cross rivers on foot and by wooden boat
Westerns have come but have not taken our pride

Village men perform an ancient ritual,
 A tribal dance 
Honoring their ancestors and praying...

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Early morning mist
caught by smoke 
through carbonated thached roofs...

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As I was looking through the window
Something caught my eye...
A small group of Guinea Fowl
Went running by!

Their nature is quite humorous.
The speed they move is great!
I watch with fascination
As their next move I anticipate...

When I try to take a photograph,
Their backs they quickly turn!
But with...

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Empty; little love
Little Interest
Scream Loud
Rebirth of 1999
Genuine Pakistani Outcry
Asia is East
Europe is West
Shadow Afghans; Dream for Love
I cannot breath
Time flies; While the beat is rocking...

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I inspect him,
a sweetheart specimen
in a cage. 
Fluffy like winter snow.
Squeaking in tempo. 

In a cage.
Critically

he secretly watches me. 
A wave of dread seeps into my head when I scroll through 
my phone instead 
of studying.
He monitors me in captivity.

Crazy cute and certainly not mute,...

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Aye pride myself
     being sui generis 
     verb hose subject for a zoologist,
cuz webbed phalanges

     branch handsomely
     from mine feet and wrist,
where perforce great expectations,
    ...

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They move, quick and sure,
In a line, they cross the road
Like short, grey gentlemen

The noise that protests
Screeching vigilantly, violently
Like a relentless cough
Echoes on the edges of fences
That edge the pastures

They savor the ticks and mosquitoes
Lingering a little at the puddle
Caused by a hard rain just...

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