- I wish my name was Jane ... and had a pretty
swimsuit ... (Tarzan yell) - quote by poet
The jungle waited with deep bated breath
silence broken by a pack of howler monkeys
In truth the jungle is never quiet
Morning sun shines through the leaves of the trees
the air is filled with birdsong
A sleepy sloth with movements
as a slow motion movie
Everyday routines for an effective new day
Further into the jungle a predator stirs
Muscles undulate under rosette-dotted fur
A slender muscular jaguar moves gracefully
First mission of the day with deadly grace
The strongest will survive
the law of the jungle
It rumbles in the treetops
elephants wander through dense foliage
waving their huge ears- no trumpet sound
Enigmatic giants in silent march
The jungle changes at sunset
don't dare stay here at night
Law of the jungle
Introduces the old view
Lo, bring forth the new.
Tried writing stuff of a serious nature
Just knew it wasn't for me
Dabbled a bit but I just couldn't hack it
A humorist is all I'll be
It's not exclusive, still write about love
Some about conflict and war
But I'd rather write about a sorry dude
Slipped on a banana peel and swore
Don't call me Burns or Shelley or Keats
Prefer ones that make me cackle
Guess you could call me low brow poet
Causing one's tail to waggle
Was born with a silver spoon in my mouth
Fortunate when so many struggle
Don't call me down, it wasn't a choice
Much like the law of the jungle
The luck of the draw, whatever you call it
Really didn't have much of a say
I was truly a product of World War II years
Still happy to this very day
Covid-19 (Undeniable Fact)
Law of the Jungle;
survival of the fittest,
nature’s intention.
If conflict is human,
is violence a game
The law of the jungle
by some other name
A mortal endeavor,
to choose when we fight
With nature in judgment
—the wrong from the right
(Wayne Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
the lion
has his
pride
like a
harem
of sorts
for he
has more
then one
consort
to consider
without any
consideration
on any given
day deciding
which to
mate
with
but as mighty
as he might
try to be
after all
he's a king
but doesn't
live
in the
jungle
seconds
later
he's
done
Impecunious news hunters on Oxford Avenue
Craned over newspapers spread on the floor
To gather ammunition about who knew
The last gossip about a politician shown the door
By hacks in his political party for consorting with the sworn enemy
Sent to Coventry in corridors of power
Or which celebrity a court of law ordered to pay an alimony
Or who among supporters of Venomous Vipers FC sent a rose flower
To a big carrot’s girlfriend, raising the temperature in her home
Where her incensed husband puffing and huffing threatened to disfigure the alleged culprit
Whom he accused of destabilizing the genome
Insisting the culprit he would ill-treat
As news hunters speculated on merits and demerits of the law of the jungle
The aggrieved husband contemplated inflicting on the innocent man
News hunters felt didn’t deserve the bungle
The husband riding a rickety van planned as a ban
That would serve his wife right as she could no longer go to the market
To buy beef, cabbage, tomato
Even if she wasn’t involved in any racket
To sell or buy at low prices an Irish potato.
Tried writing stuff of a serious nature
Just knew it wasn't for me
Dabbled a bit but I just couldn't hack it
A humorist is all I'll be
It's not exclusive, still write about love
Some about conflict and war
But I'd rather write about a sorry dude
Slipped on a banana peel and swore
Don't call me Burns or Shelley or Keats
Prefer ones that make me cackle
Guess you could call me low brow poet
Causing one's tail to waggle
Was born with a silver spoon in my mouth
Fortunate when so many struggle
Don't call me down, it wasn't a choice
Much like the law of the jungle
The luck of the draw, whatever you call it
Really didn't have much of a say
I was truly a product of World War II years
Still happy to this very day
© Jack Ellison 2015
Petition
We animals and after mature cogitation
Enunciate bury the hatchet and in peace abide
To the law of the jungle oppose our deprivation
Terminate the masquerade and nature commodities equally divide
Confide to pathetic humans the charge
To their lust grotesque for power leverage
Revamp hostility to supremacy attain
Ignoramus jackasses seeking to hold the reins
Pharaohs,stars and emperors long proclaimed
The commanded the skies and earth germane
Their bones under earth's scum alighted
Unhurriedly putrefied and fetid smell did remain
It though takes all kinds to make a world
With disparate feathers flock like a bird.
Abdelwaheb Dhaou.
Confronting conflict
So much to say;
Not much said
Momentary surge
Foolish inquisition;
Curiosity rambles
Trial and error
Foresight blurring;
Curious burdens pain
Age feels fatigue
Turmoil in body-mind;
Forgetfulness lingers
Wandering in circles
Arrival starts ending;
Hurl new departures
Moment to moment
Change boomerangs;
Jigsaw puzzle gamble
Hidden agendas
Many pieces void;
Crazy feelings loiter
Empty passageways
Dark dreary corridors;
Ancient musky odours
Ice cream vendor
Push-cart existence;
Rainy weather losses
Self-destruct mode
Severe gambling losses;
Avaricious woes
Joyride nightmare
Cold sweat agony;
Morning uprising
Uncertain agenda
Confusion descends;
Insane mentality
Man in the street
Mind your own business;
Law of the jungle
Leon Enriquez
14 June 2014
Singapore
When We Decorate Our House With Stuff
We Don’t Go Get Nothing Hideous
It’s A Natural, Stage of Selection
To Want To Get As Close, as Can to Perfection
We Pick The Mundane and Ordinary for Elimination
And Plain and Old and Ugly, Suffer Rejection
And We Don’t Even Stop for A Second’s Castigation
‘Don’t You Daydream of The Best in Imagination ?
So, Its True, Blondes, Do Have More Fun
… As Long, as They have Pretty Face and Form
And Redheads Too, Don’t Come In Last …
As Long as Others, Like To Watch Them Pass
Brunettes, Big Eyes, … Chain-Reactions
Its Just The Law of The Jungle-Attraction
… For Me, Its Tall Guys, with Quick Smiles
Maybe Good Biceps … but Indeed, Debonair Style
… and a Light, Brisk Cologne Scent, That Flows
Got Us Women, Lined-Up In Droves
(Make You Wanna’ Go Where They Go …)
‘Cause It’s A Tendency-Superficiality, You Know …
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