Best Orang Utan Poems

CLERIHEW REVIEW

Sir Isaac Newton 
Though genetically close to an Orang Utan
With his larger cranial cavity 
He discovered the law of gravity

Atilla the Hun
Was a man who liked innocent fun
After a day of rape and pillage 
He played cricket for his village

King William the Conqueror
Breeding not...

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The Dreams of Library Ladies

Library ladies could it be you sometimes dream
With books (and children) all put in their place
Do you imagine an alternate library scene
A view transformed to more exotic space

The British Museum, perhaps you hear it calling
With more books than at which you...

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My treasure chest is slowly filling up
Silly letters I wrote to my friends
Not passed on to them, 
Thinking, they know what they mean to me
Maybe I should have, maybe I still will.

First love letter from a lad in school
Saying my eyes attracted him
My smile and my...

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THE KINTA VALLEY
OR : Dreams of the Sleeping Man
        (Anthropomorphic name of a mountain profile viewed from The Valley)

The sleeping man dreams on in calm detachment
While in valley below activity's frenetic, prolific
Such motion mere noise in history's grand...

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You’re fake to the bone,
Hair, face, friendship;
Fake, fake, fake.

Walking around the school halls like top dog,
While we laugh as an extension falls out.
Pushing out that flat chest trying to emphasis.

Walking around swinging those hips so much, 
Girl, you should come with a hazard sign!
We wince...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : LXIX (continued)

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The Elephant’s not elegant
The  Hippo isn’t hip
The Antelope is not an Ant
The Camel’s not a ship
The Turkey isn’t Turkish
The fly is just a fly
Orang Utan is almost man
But tell me, who am I ?...

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[Just once in a while, I try to write a child friendly
Poem which doesn’t end up as a horrific gore-fest...
This is one such attempt...]


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Walk with me
blood moon,
I am very lonely today

like an orang-utan
at the very edge of lips
wants to know, where the forest will end.

In the last strip of land
they were surrounded.
Anytime they will commit mass suicide

to save the honour
of thighs and guns :
they will bite the glass...

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Walk with me
blood moon,
I am very lonely today

like an orang-utan
at the very edge of lips
wants to know, where the forest will end.

In the last strip of land
they were surrounded.
Anytime they will commit mass suicide

to save the honour
of thighs and guns :
they will bite the glass...

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