Best Prehensile Poems

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© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
12 DECEMBER 2014...

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The Williwonk rose from its hibernating sleep
And jumped up in joy with a sinuous leap.
Time for some mischief, he mischievously said,
I'll shake up Manvile and fill them with dread.

For such a vile creature was the Williwonk,  you see
Quite different from the likes of you...

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This rhyme may seem strange but each word's truly equal
Now Beetle's tale's done no need for a sequel.
They'd chat by the teazel of matters so lethal
Of sequels and prequels and justice so penal.

In fields green and fetal past signs with a decal
He'd meet Sheetal the...

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The Stela Epic by DR. Mohammed F A Alrazak

The grains of sand, the drops of rain, makes the stage for souls to play 
The prints of feet on rocks were wonders and arts as the birth of mankind will start the earthly theater display
The engraved...

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Elder Darwin swims in ethology.
He rolls in his deep grave ecology.
He itches and scratches his dissonance
that survival of most fitted and dense
implies manifest destiny for those YangStrong
while Darwin's Cross and his own eyes
clearly disguised
camouflaged ectosymbiotic thrival 
of deepest flexible fit-in-edness.

Fullerian synergy,
both within and between polycultured...

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Dear Miss Monkey Manners: I’m a Spider Monkey in need of your help, 
Recently someone yanked my tail and I cried out with a yelp. 
It may seem like a little thing to cry when someone pulls your tail, 
Unless, of course, it’s mating season...

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Said Harvard to Bucky
we feel quite so lucky
your genius on campus
has caused quite a ruckus
but this time we're sure you're less mucky;

And yet we're not sure
which department could endure
your thesis exegetical
your wisdom eisegetical
of what is and is not we're less sure.

Perhaps you're a poet
and the...

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I'm a fairly active charter member
of Connecticut's Medical Marijuana Program,
qualifying because I'm also one of the oldest HIV+ survivors in the U.S.

In fact, 
not a single cell within my entire organism
would have been brought to you today
without the miracles of chemistry.
So blame Big Pharma,
you would...

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My TransITion began there
right there
in my woodland playground,
when I first knew
something right feels wrong to others.

I was blind to curve-balls
hurled at me.
Being "It" is not why I grow
this TransIt mind and body!

Or, is it?

Could I become TransIt
if we ubiquitously cooperated
sharing coincident TransItions?

TransIt and Ego
play best...

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Seahorses on see-saws prance, sashay and dance
   gliding majestically under the sea.
No clip nor clop for this aquatic steed 
   for no legs adorn its knight-in-armour body.
Instead its fins keep these hippocampus poised
   as they gambol gently and frolic...

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On life's easyrider days and nights
love plays a romping game.

On those more oppositionally challenging days,
and long anxious nights,
love is a hunt,
sometimes a passionate hunt,
special occasionally a compassionate hunt,
a mutual hunt
for truth about who is hunter
and who is hunted
and why
and when 
and how do these co-arising...

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It was there
right there
on woodland's playground
when I first knew
something stirs very wrong.

I was blind to balls
hurled at me,
being It is not why I grow my mind and body,
or is it?

I am "It!"
or at least half It.

It and I play best alone.
He slows down
to notice ocean...

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I need some natural,
organic,
spacious kinda time.
Where is nature in this time,
my time,
our time?

Perhaps nature is to time
as solid forms are to flowing recreation,
as body solidarity is to mind creativity,
as Yang is to Yin,
as Full-Blown Climaxing polycultural kinda natural jazzy space
enters permacultural swingin' revolutionary time,
bangin' and...

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“Thanksgiving’s Substance” (Internal rhyme)
 
T-hanks my soul for everlasting life, I am freed from mind’s strife,
H-eavenly Godly material, Love’s faith ethereal,
A-ngels  appear as human flowers,  they are of God’s powers 
N-ever a thanksgiving cheer, without paranormal is clear,
K-ingships of which no strong winds,...

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Monkey
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