Best Penguin Poems
Penguins…
They find eachother
Stick with one another
Together forever
Him with her and her with him
Through the cold and death
Loving eachother
That seeps through
Till the last breath
But if only I could find
My penguin.
Percy penguin tried to dance
Sadly he had two left feet
Waltz and Tango – he took his chance
But he couldn’t quite get the beat
Then one day he did espy
An advert with his beady eye
Dance Classes Starting TODAY
He began to smile it made his day
So off to the dance hall he did go
He found a lady penguin - her name was Flo
She had lost her dancing partner – he died at sea
Now she was as happy as can be
Percy took hold of her wing and tried to dance
Could this be the start of a beautiful romance?
Alas, Percy kept treading on her tiny toes
She needed them all to walk on the ice floes
They tried again; attempting a waltz and you could see
Percy was busily counting one two three one two three
Their dancing days continue, and to this day they carry on
You see them dance on the ice beneath the setting sun
18th June 2015
THE PENGUIN
Way down south on a continent frozen
The penguin a tough life has chosen
Though you’d think he’d be coy
Like a super-cool playboy
You’ll find him out preening and posin’
With movement on foot unexciting
He shuffles along then goes sliding
Though on land a slow coach
In depart or approach
In the water he goes like greased lightning
He’s a little short in the leg
Dressed bespoke (can’t wear off-the-peg)
Hand it to this ice capper
He always looks dapper
Even when he is hatching an egg
So the penguin’s no slouch, he’s a winner
By sartorial standards no sinner
He’ll emerge in a trice
From the Antarctic ice
Already dressed for dinner
It is so simple its black and its white
Make a simple decision wrong or right
Every new day you chose your path to him
or maybe you take an ice cold love swim?
So many but only one with your ring
Your love struggle is beginning to sting
Look deep into your heart and see my face
It should be easy to find my embrace
a Penguin is so simple and so sweet
Never seeing any reason to cheat
For ever and ever a simple choice
Your decision is something to rejoice
This decision brings you so much tension
Why humans can’t even do "the penguin”
- for Jan-
All the world a stage
Our love not left on a shelf
Waters edge, in spades
Written in stone, ring
Waddle waddle kind of swing
Will you marry me
As we take the plunge
Into the depths out of blue
Our ceremony
Is a slow walk, true
Is a path already paved
So walk with me slow
God smiling on us
Giving our Union, blessing
Rehearsal, dressed, no?
Our friends will be there
Will live with us, be funny
At our same address
We'll make days of it
Nights at pool, entertaining
Make a clan, of it
We'll all just commune
Come and go, always here and there
In and out, ya know
Like the melting snow
Running into the pot
A melting pot, a roast, err
We could use for fish
Fish in that great big setting
The one that crashes
Gives gift at wedding
Gets drunk then disappears
Faster than lightning
Take a bow and bring
Flipper, for those who don't sing
Nor dance, sit and spin!
As we do our thing
It's reflected in the stars
Surrounded by ours
Setting in stone ring
All in black and white
Written pebabbles
Have tuxedo, will
Travel, In tandem in a
Cold World, poetry
Soaring in my mind above the blue skies.
Warmth penetrating across my brow.
Diving to feel a cool breeze and soaring again
On strong wings. Time is no importance while on top today.
I look across the vast sea and know I can swim fast and free.
I float, dart and flipper my way to this destination.
Mostly content though when I gaze upward...
Fleeting thoughts of discontentment come as flashes of light.
My dream...to soar as an eagle, majestic, across the sky.
Spiffed up in my tux and looking so cool
My, how the ladies do titter and drool
I strut about to entice
Fell on my bum on the ice
Picking myself up, slunk off like a fool
Chilly the Penguin reached his shop and checked his bunch of keys
He opened up his clothing store and hoped that he could please
A spider came in from the cold, some winter wear to choose
He told the penguin shopkeeper, “I need much warmer shoes.”
“Would that be four matching pairs?” the shopkeeper enquired
The spider looked surprised and said, “That many aren’t required.”
The penguin looked confused and said, “My adding isn’t great,
But even I can count your legs and see that you’ve got eight.”
The spider shook his head and said, “Do you not understand,
I only want shoes for my feet, to walk on frozen land.
There's snow and ice outside today, which every penguin loves,
But spiders need three pairs of shoes, and, for snowballs… gloves!”
Adelie penguin,
dear little thing,
black on your back,
black on your wings,
round white tummy
and flat pink feet,
your waddle is funny
and so is your squeak.
When you dive in the water
and porpoise around,
jumping back on your feet
when you land on the ground,
it’s a penguin I’d be,
if a bird I would choose,
wearing dinner-suit feathers
and flappy pink shoes.
He cannot soar as eagles do
Singing is not for him tis true
So this tale is told in black and white
in places where cold winds blow
So bundle up and take this flight
On a journey to the floe
It's summertime but freezing still
And his mate passes him her new laid egg
And then she's off to feed on fish and krill
As he balances the egg on his feet with skill
He must incubate the egg till hatched
As he awaits her return
She will come back and feed baby bird with her catch
And he will go to sea for which he yearns
He will dive beneath the churning waves
And glide beneath the ocean blue
Catching fish for which he craves
He will do an underwater ballet too
He calls Antarctica home
And is the only creature to winter there
It's much too cold for others to roam
He is attired well, a 'tuxedo' he wears
7-9-2020
I adore penguins
Sliding on the frozen ice
Love how they waddle
Have wings that can never fly
Mating partners all their life
25th April 2014
~ For Tanka Contest sponsored by Amy Green ~
Awarded 5th place in contest
Praise to the penguin
Whose home is a frozen land
Barren land of ice
There was a young penguin named Blacky
His walk was considered quite wacky
He dressed in a tux
But unlike the ducks
The noise he made wasn't a quacky
**for "Limerick II" contest.. the"Amphibi..something!"
sponsored by Deborah Guzzi
I WISH I WEREN’T A PENGUIN
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
I wish I were a penguin in a warm protected land
The sunny Galapagos islands, where I could lie and tan
Compete with marine iguanas for a visitors attention
Where guides are paid to be alert n offer me protection
Yes, that’s the location that I’ve always envisioned
Not in this desolate place where I am duly imprisoned
Yes, you guessed it, I’m here in the south Atlantic
Any venture out to sea becomes so problematic
Seas here are overcrowded with voracious eaters
Claiming the right to consider penguins as feeders
Orcas, leopard seals, great whites always on the prowl
One misstep and you’ll find yourself in their bowels
Fortunately, I’m not an emperor nor am I a king
They are giants, I’m just a little black n white thing
They are hardy meals for those insatiable types
But I’m so much quicker I cruise right past the bites
When its time for me to eat and I have to take a dive
Launching myself off the ice, I hope I will survive
Here’s more bad news winter here is brutally cold
Tempts below zero, ice on your nose, a sight to behold
Oh. I forgot to mention we have accompanying gales
So strong and persistent we’re blown about like sails
This environment is no place to grow old and content
I want a new existence and a life better spent
I decided a long time ago what I wished to be
Live in the tropics as a humming bird, a Colibri
Sucking sweet nectar all year round
I can get it easily even when hovering upside down
What about my colors a mixture across the spectrum
I’m getting hungry now, I think I’ll go for a swim
Gentleman in tux
Left out in the cold until
Wife returns with food.