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Be Still
Whispered words arriving on teardrops of the wind
They call to me
Embracing me so that I may exhale
For a moment in time
I look down to see the child woman curled up on my lap
Quietly dreaming
I stroke her sleep dampened hair and
Caress her cheek gently with my palm
Oh, child of mine
Allow me to reach in and
Cradle your wounded heart
Let me carry your pain and worry
Stirring, she turns her face revealing
A half-eyed sleepy smile
A gift I have treasured for centuries
Remembering the day
I walked through the trees of time
Lime, emerald, forest green, moss, juniper, ochre, and kiwi
Yellow tinged velvet leaves ride silver breezes
Tree people
Miraculous sacred creatures
Birthed of mother nature
Beckon me onward and inward
Towards water’s edge where moving mirrors of
Intellect and mystery await me
I walk with my companion who rides on my shoulder
The white hawk of my dreams
Narrating our passage through space and time
Howl Howl Howl
Stories above me, monkeys wearing fur
Play and swing
Screeching, flying, and tumbling through the air
Reaching sacred river’s edge
I pause and hear silent footsteps
Of the others joining
I gaze at the flowing water
Reflections of the lost ones float by
Faces of those who have passed from this life
I reach out and kiss each one with my fingertips
All of us gather ~ standing and joining hands
Collectively we reach up towards the heavens
We rise as one
Taking a moment to listen and
Receive grace from one another
A glimpse and a grin are shared
As I squeeze the weathered hand
Of my fellow human
Up Up Up Up
We float above the majestic green canopy
A glorious carpet of
Lavender clouds awaits
The day moon and the day sun kiss
As they watch us rise
A moment of gratitude shared by all
POTD
9/12/2023
The ***********
It has no brain
yet it outsmarts
many little red funny caps
thanks to them
xi virus
will be great again
Monkey See~
There once was a monkey named Frank
Who loved to walk the plank
He said too many jokes
Pulled too many hoaxe-s
Ha! Ha! Ha! Then he got a good spank
*
Who's that monkey in front of me
I dare to hang with you on a tree
Oh! What I do? Will you do?
Together we are like glue
Is that my flea or your flea?
~ Skat ~
Contest~
She came out of the sea at twilight
Weak and trembling, bent with age
Her hair entwined with seaweed
The pounding surf a watery stage. .
She stood awhile and listened
then with the most frightful groan
Beaconed with a bony finger
To her minions in the foam..
Out of the waves they scrambled
Creatures from the dark and deep
Unleashed this one dark night
From their prison did they creep..
The danced the Funky Monkey
while the stars shown overhead
With abandon celebrated freedom
From their dark and watery bed...
So had the sun and stars aligned
Just this once in untold years
To break the spell they suffered
And dry their unending tears..
And with the light of faintest dawn
They turned from their heavenly shore
All crept back into the thrashing sea
And their likes were seen no more
Co-written with my grandson Jordan..9 yrs old
"50 Words for Poe: Monkey Boy"
"VACANT" ...
You lie your head down on a soft pillow
in a grey room
They say you have the Key
But it’s Hell,
you’ve done the work
You’re not forgiven
You’re not free
Someone on the other side
wants to lie down
there is no soft pillow
She’s very tired
But not over easy
Sunnyside Up
That’s not easy
Sunnyside Down
could be
Windows
Open
You see through a dream
how it is for the other
there is no soft pillow
Open
Windows
Now
Dream
Mirror
They see you in their dream
Prison in a mind
Doves sometimes fly free
They see you
Monkey Boy
Dream
Mirror
Simeon
Life ain’t easy
Simeon
This side
or That
The little one is trapped
between
This World
and That
Break Free
Monkey Boy
Break Free
She waits for the Tooth Fairy,
The Little One
Mumma holds a loaded gun
Whatya gonna do?
Stay?
Walk?
Free?
She waits for the Tooth Fairy,
The Little One
Mumma holds a loaded gun
Mumma holds a loaded gun
Bullets loaded
Engraved:
"Silver Lady"
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
Dream
To Be
Free
Xx
Don’t F it up Roy
This is your chance to be free
Fly Free Bird Boy
Fly Free
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
llb/gvlm/xxxx
https://youtu.be/ZRSNy8DcIDk
Tangerine Dream/
"Love on a Real Train (State Azure Cover)"
“ - FORGIVENESS -
Liberates the soul.
It removes fear.
That is why it is such a powerful weapon.”
Nelson Mandela
LOVE
"…12
Now we see but a dim reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
...13
And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love; but the greatest of these is LOVE."
Corinthians
Cunningly swinging
On the trees of life
Playing his pranks
Winding up the wife
Enjoying every challenge
Using his brain
Owning it. Bossing it
Playing the game
He's a Chinese Monkey
- a little bit spunky
A little bit of attitude
A little bit of grit
Dashing, darting
With daring and drive
Top of the tree
And feeling alive
Dancing with spirit
Fire and wit
Not at all annoying
- well, maybe just a bit(!)
He's a Chinese Monkey
- can get a bit funky
A little bit of attitude
A little bit of grit
Friendly when he wants to be
He'll pat you on the back
Can get a bit competitive
Never one to slack
Ants in his pants
Fire in his belly
Gregarious. Free.
Can give it some welly
He's a Chinese Monkey
- Full-speed junkie
A little bit of attitude
A little bit of grit
Nimble on his feet
Able with his hands
Confident and up-beat
Always with a plan
Charming little fella
Curious too
Has the metal and the dignity
To get himself through
He's a Chinese Monkey
- can get a bit funky
A little bit of attitude
A little bit of grit
Little bit of attitude
Little bit of grit
Little bit of attitude
Little bit of grit
there once was a flying monkey who didn't know what to eat. so he ate the old scraggly poop hanging from his butthole. His friends thought he was weird but i didnt. i do that all the time. it tastes good.
In my special child’s room, delightfully cozy
There watches Smidgeburner, his ape stuffed toy, cuddly fuzzy
Alongside prettisome guru, chimpanzee Betzy
Donning a hat declaring “God does not bless the lazy!”
Then Smidgeburner, a.k.a Smidge becomes busy
Tidying the bed-zoo against being messy
Guru Betzy supervises, never bossy
Smiling, she commends, “Wow; room’s not lousy!”
While cleaning, Smidge feels tired and dizzy
Turning jovial mood into a sickening frenzy...
Betzy counsels, “Working well never makes one crazy”
So she hums a tune that invites good air, soothingly breezy.
As Smidgeburner rests in their secured haven, warmly grassy
Betzy, the loving lovely guardian, is not anymore uneasy.
Concluding the monkey-tale, I hug my boy who’s now drowsy
Thanking God* for pacifying his spasm epilepsy.
*2Chronicles 5:13 …praising and thanking the LORD; …For he is good; for his mercy endureth for ever.
March 13, 2019
1st place, "The Smidget Puggily and Her Prettisome Guru" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger; judged on 3/27/2019.
Reincarnated, I will come back as a mustached and bearded Italian organ grinder,
I will live in Rome, Italy and play my home-made barrel organ in the streets,
My pet spider monkey, Shark, will happily grab up silver coins, as a reminder.
And we will make the beautifully-dressed Roma gypsies jump and laugh and squeak.
I will grind out the best songs, and Ellen will discover us and want to put us on TV.
Shark and I will be flown to America, where we will be applauded and approved.
We will play romantic music for everyone, and be as obnoxious as we can be.
We will be a hit with no one on that plane, people who are boring, and not easily moved.
We will be offered millions of dollars, to leave our wonderful streets of Rome.
But we will make our escape, not caring about the fame or the money,
For spider monkeys and organ grinders know the beauty of being in their home,
And we have a cozy nest, with our llamas and our elephant, named Honey.
She yelled, bring the girl and the little dog too!
My blood ran cold, wondering what she would do.
I was brought to her castle many years ago.
Ensuring my own kin I would never know.
We all grumbled about it, but we took off anyway.
To cross this old bat would not pay off any day.
My friend Chet looked at me and simply rolled his eyes.
Then we were up in the air, flying high in the skies.
And the little dog too, Chet said, with his mouth.
I laughed at his joke, as we flew to the south.
I telepathed to Toto – run dog, run far away,
But the dog knew Dorothy would get him the very next day.
So I snatched up that adorable black puppy, after walking back and forth.
Chet threw down a bunch of straw from the scarecrow, and we headed back up north.
I brought in my live prize, all wiggly and happy, not a bit blue.
That old witch did not even say thanks, having no manners through and through.
So the next day when she got melted I was the first flying monkey to cheer.
Chet laughed, and Sam snorted, and we took off to find our relatives, dear.
Written 11-02-2018 Contest: Off To See The Wizard
Sponsor: Charles Messina
I’m a monkey who lived all alone
So of I went and got me a clone
He looks just like me
Moved into my tree
And now he wants a clone of his own
Grease Monkey Rainbows
by Odin Roark
How colorfully the reflective smears ignited the senses.
How sinuous the undulating slick remained forever permanent,
its unintentional abstracts made prescient.
Dank syrup of engines idle,
spilled upon aged concrete
where the mechanic beneath rusted warriors
drained yesterday's tensile stress,
fresh loading tomorrow's fluid to live.
How focused his oily footprints remain,
now aloft riding the escort of Valhalla,
gliding upon colors of other-world palettes,
yet remaining forever heroic,
forever indelible,
in a little boy’s perpetual memory.
Yesteryear’s ever present ether continues embracing,
bestowing a blinding courage for the senses to endure,
even as the buried vestige remains dark.
The smell revered.
The smooth touch esteemed.
The unbridled colors forever a reminder of love.
Diesel rainbows,
still rippling in this man-child’s quiet ebb.
Monkey Love
Bea and Lee swinging
Retreat, beaten and bitten
Monkey's left pleading
Never fun without my Bea
Bless monkey that doesn't cling
Monkey wants snuggles
Try to steal a small cuddle
Slapped for his troubles
They go back to holding hands
Picking fleas in wonder land
©
2/10/2015
I am a cheeky monkey
Funny face
And long arms
To swing from tree to tree
Looking for tasty leaves
And maybe
A banana for my tea.
I live here in the jungle
With all my friends and family
But our home is getting
Smaller and smaller around us
As the giants with there machines
Cut down and burn the trees.
Granpa says soon we will have to leave our home
But there is nowhere else to go
What will happen to us
We are scared and do not know.
So much for humanity
Greed and a lack of caring
For God's creatures and our beautiful planet
Made to provide everything we need
For sharing.
It breaks my heart
And I'm sure God's too
Filling his heart with pain
He won't put up with this much longer.
And very soon the land destroyed
will flourish again..
For all eternity.
Peter Dome.copyright.2014.march.
.
Monkey see....monkey do...
Monkey took a poo poo...
Monkey pooed on my arm..
on my shirt...icky warm...
Monkey poo rings my alarm!
Monkey monkey...look at you!
Get this off...it's from your wah-zoo!!
Eep! eep! eep! said the monkey!
Then he squeezed his nose...
'cause it smelled funky!