Treating me like I’m lucky to know you
when you are so lowly I’d rather be lonely
here is a treat that I’m happy to show you
you’re in my life and then do not know me
deluding yourself in the view of your ego
believing your better when you’re not my equal
not saying I’m good but you are just evil
thinking you’re better than all other people
the world is a forest and you are a gibbon
you see very little when senses sense within
oblivious to all whilst selfishly driven
you think you’ve got talent you must be kidding
a child walking where adults are found
unaware of what is found all around
believing yourself through words you sound
challenging people that will knock you down
the ignorant bliss that you use as a shield
you’re French at Agincourt found dead in a field
what you have’s visible and clearly revealed
you’re mentally ill with belief you are skilled
offering nothing but a personal dream
of something you’re not and have never been
of someone you think you are nobody’s seen
thinking you’re alpha when you’re Mr. Bean!
Categories:
gibbon, hip hop, humorous, rap,
Form: Rhyme
No one wants love they only want likes,
freely protesting they haven’t got rights!
Raised by the system playing the victim,
that’s the ambition that they envision.
Say you’re offended by my point of view,
offending me when you react like you do.
Opinions upset and leave you devastated,
you grown up babies leave me fascinated.
People faking that they have mental illness
surly those people must have such an illness
People live lies just to gain your approval
that is a skill that says you are not useful
People who make livings posting online
they have ambitions for income decline
Kids think they know because they’re educated
haven’t found out their futures overrated
Twenty somethings think as adults they rule
Oblivious all adults were that age before
People are critical then hypocritical
inviting you in just to be inhospitable
Some people think evolution’s a given,
then why are the youth less evolved than a gibbon!?
Categories:
gibbon, age, people,
Form: Rhyme
Anteater’s ideas are absolute.
Buff-cheeked gibbon gives them a toot.
Tree kangaroo throws down a shoot.
Peacock pheasant gives them the boot.
I run away with all of their loot.
I am kind of a robber galoot.
Categories:
gibbon, animal,
Form: Monorhyme
Animals of swamp
crocodile, fish, tadpoles
call-off the day
And wandered freely
Rabbit, deer, lion
lay apart quietly
No humane disturbances
No hiding in swamp grasses
Blue jay, yellow warbler
Sing to their heart's delight
While Hibau sleeps
Gibbon and Pangolin
play in grotto
Is Covid-19 a humane predator?
Or a protector of nature?
Categories:
gibbon, 8th grade, 9th grade,
Form: Free verse
..... cus i aint got no mother plucking rap skills mucker,
I'm a poet shall I show it
rhyme the line combine and row it,
I'm a sick ink flicker
tips fidget like a widget
I'm a little bit prolific
that's a rap
so get with it
such a good chorus,
now feel the force of the fall as we move forward
cus I rap awful,
admittedly I havent got an ounce of pure ability
I'm the pit you see,
lips slip over lyrics like I'm tipsy
I link in, sync up like society and gypsy,
and I know what I sound like, yes I'm listening
while you sit there in your pants you just pissed in,
I miss the beat repeatedly
like a fall winter springs back to summer scorch
see it's fabulously written
I'm just crap with the rhythm,
raps a cat and I'm a gibbon
in a strap on with a ribbon,
I rap it for the hell of it,
accolade irrelevant
I'm heaven sent malevolent...….
Categories:
gibbon, hip hop, me, rap,
Form: Rhyme
When I come back I will be a gibbon.
Leaping and bounding from trees,
Swinging and laughing, enjoying my long arms,
Loving my life, my arms like long ribbons.
I will make friends with red howler monkeys,
When they migrate to Asia, where I live. Why?
Because they are ridiculously cute, and I love the
Way they use their tail like another arm, do or die!
Or I might come back as a colobus monkey, because
I really love swinging in trees! They stay up there
No matter what, during rain, and not so gentle breeze.
No wait, I will be an orangutan, living on Borneo.
I like fruit, and I do so much love the idea of this, so!
Unless I can be a chimpanzee, when I come back, or a gorilla.
There are so many choices, and I might even be a man, a simple fella.
Categories:
gibbon, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Rhyme
My Dearest Bertha baboon
I’ve recently joined your baboon troop
and Bertha you’re the star of the group
I’ve watched you swinging in the trees
Your agility brings me to my knees
You sit by my side and pick off my lice
we share those nits; oh they taste so nice!
‘The Funky Gibbon’ is my favourite song
I taught you the words, now you sing along!
There’s been no monkey business, although I’ve tried
But my attraction for you cannot be denied
My desire for you I cannot let pass …
I’m captivated by your huge red ass!
Its red colour means you’re due for ovulation
Lets get it on and increase the baboon population!
Love letter Contest
Sponsored by Viv Wigley
Contest rules - "A love letter, but NOT from a human or to a human. It must be from any other species, either to a member of the same species or maybe a different one"
10-30-17
Categories:
gibbon, animal, cute love, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Down in the puddle of a Pig pen hole,
Caught me a Fish with a garden Mole.
The Fish got battered by a chip shop man,
Ate it for supper watching Jackie Chan.
Chan was fighting in a Kung Fu style,
Stylish and lean with broad beam smile.
Smiler is a cool Cat from Paris, France,
Frenchie plays piano at the ladies’ dance.
Tango with a Widow lady cheek to cheek,
Gracious man of 85 could dance all week.
Gracie is a Gibbon from Chester Zoo,
Serving up Bananas like young Apes do.
Bananas fall from trees in Costa Rica,
Costa has a Coffee house, selling Arabica.
Lawrence from Arabia has a dairy farm,
Keeps his Friesian herd in the cattle barn.
Shutters on the barn kept the cows awake,
Daisy Cow’s escape was a big mistake.
Mistaken for a Rat, kicked a garden Mole,
Down in the puddle of a Pig pen hole.
Categories:
gibbon, crazy, dream, fishing, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme
An elephant met a jellyfish on a train and admired the colours on display. Here was obviously a shard. Here was a shine. Showing a bud. Bugling sound then. Vaporised vigilant vipers videoing. And a dust. Distinguished dust. How great. Name not a nautical number. And give no gibbon to a garden. Xxxx polarisation z
Categories:
gibbon, age, anxiety, appreciation, best
Form: I do not know?
Walruses play mostly happy tunes on harpsichords but melons cannot dance in tight fitting dresses. Beats which are benign are neither breaking nor booming to a ghostly gibbon. Whose antics in trees are marvelled at by the passing geese. Carnivores eating on the banks of a river never tasting the buds. Never attempting the leaves. Wilt then. And don't go and argue with a skipping leaf. If it wants to lay down to rest then it can. It is always very busy. Construction mainly. And preparation does not arrive from thin air it takes suitable mind beams. In a circular array. Flowing forming freeing friendly frames. How it is deemed important by many. In rows. But the pork stands and assesses to ascertain what is true. And so speak the irony of owl in an old oak. No bath tub. No tube. Dancing dandelions deviantly deny digging dogs defying dogmatic dramas. Haha fortitude. Haha bean pole running. Haha mopping moos. Xxxx monosaccharide z
Categories:
gibbon, animal, anti bullying, baby,
Form: I do not know?
I’ll light a small fire beside the river that night,
And stand and gaze up to the sky.
Hopefully no clouds, the moon will be full,
A cold second night of July.
It’ll be peaceful and quiet, everyone else in bed,
No buses or trucks or cars.
I’ll stand right there, relaxing my thoughts,
Just looking up through the stars.
I wonder about what others choose to do,
Do when the moon is so pure.
Photography or trading? Hunting or surfing?
Or fishing with a special night lure?
The moon intrigues me; the eclipses, equinoxes and solstices,
The waxing crescent, waning gibbon and a quarter.
And every month I choose a full moon to meditate,
With the sand, fire, air, moon and water.
This is the first full moon after the solstice,
But this July’s a bit more appealing.
It’s this year’s blue moon which can only mean,
There’ll be two nights of spiritual healing.
Categories:
gibbon, meaningful, moon, nature, self,
Form: Rhyme
This was our song on the radio
When we held each other near
We danced and sang
Kissed and swang
And caught each others tears
You held me close
I could feel your heart
Beating to the rhythm
We slid apart still holding hands
As we danced to the funky gibbon
When they played the next song
You had me laughing loud
You really got down
To that birdie song
You were like a funny clown
All these little memories
I kept within my heart
I can see us both dancing now
But then you went
And broke my heart
You danced to mud and tiger feet
And you really started to move
I couldn’t keep up
You made me duck
And it put me in a mood
So tender are those sweet things
That we both enjoyed
How we loved to laugh and dance
We had a special place
To hold those toys
© Copyright KC.Leake
18th April 2015
All Rights Reserved
Categories:
gibbon, beauty, happiness, humor, music,
Form: Rhyme
Says the robber’s wife:
Oh,my man should have returned,
Has the gibbon lost its grip?
Sorry, robber's wife:
A day will just be a day,
Monkey will not just return.
Categories:
gibbon, evil, introspection,
Form: Choka
A hungry thought escaped
from a great bear cave.
It squints in the sunlight
and shakes out the stiff.
Dries out the pang on a fat, wet rock...
Then takes to the trees.
Swinging like a gibbon on crack
(or the village drunk praying from the rack
gasping for bits of anything).
It looks up- takes to the air
way beyond the stratosphere.
Playing with stars and meteors
( dirty boy playing with cat eyes and jacks).
This cave though it can love,
will also destroy...
all in one breath.
It forgets where it came from
doesn't care where it is.
Has no purpose other than just being..
like wind from a cave.
Categories:
gibbon, imagination,
Form: Free verse
Written by Gail DeBole
The white-handed Gibbon swung high
but he still was too young to fly
through the air between trees
'til along came a breeze
which carried him through clear blue sky.
Categories:
gibbon, animals,
Form: Limerick
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