somber, sacred, salad, sail, seal, shuffle
love, light, lemur, linger, lumber, lurch
energy, edge, exist, eleven, evade, electric
effect, evoke, enter, exist, element, exchange
plane, poodle, play, peaches, porch, piffle
yes, s l e e e e e p y ............
I called to the monkey who wore a pinstriped suit,
Found out the giraffe and hippo are mute.
Saw a man stare at a lemur 'til dark,
Like he was waiting for some kind of spark.
The leaves fell from trees, an impressive display,
So I waved my arms like I made it that way.
A woman made comment to me, "Don’t be silly,"
As a flamingo tapped by, all dressed up and frilly.
Sun-bear, lions, and kangaroo too,
A gorilla looked like he had nothing to do.
Sunning themselves, no care in the world,
While a shoebill gave my head quite the whirl.
A man with some popcorn meant for a snack,
Tossed some to pigeons—who launched an attack!
He zigzagged away, arms flailing in dread,
Yelling, “They pooped on my head!” as he fled.
A grandma danced by the penguin parade,
Imitating the shuffle those little ones made.
They watched for a moment, then gave her a glance,
And waddled behind her to join in the dance.
I stretched with a yawn, gave one last glance,
At flamingos mid-strut and a penguin dance.
With a heart full of wonder and shoes full of dirt,
I left the zoo grinning, my cheeks kinda hurt
This is the saga of Veronica Vole
Who committed the perfect crime.
She murdered three lovers,
But not all at once,
She did 'em in one at a time.
The first was a lemur,
A two-timing schemer,
Who seduced all thirteen of her nieces.
Every female enticed him,
So she sliced him and diced him,
Then stir-fried and ate all the pieces.
The second, a lobster,
Was also a mobster
Who threatened her once with a putter.
So she got him alone,
Then boiled him well done,
And had him for lunch with drawn butter.
The third was a vulture,
Devoid of all culture,
Whose name, she remembers, was Vince.
He was planning to eat her
After he bet her,
So she tased him in self-defense.
In a big pot she tucked him,
Then scalded and plucked him
And served him "en casserole"
To her fourth beau, a critter,
Who'll make a good fritter,
She thinks as she spoons out his food.
'cause though she doesn't tend
To have good taste in men,
She does tend to like men who taste good.
Ms. Vole is not a siren or a femme fatale,
The kind of dame who'd tell a guy to take a hike.
At heart she is simply a sweet-natured gal
Who never met a man she didn't like.
Chris and Martin brought us biology, zoology and ecology.
They introduced scientific learning to us in a friendly, exciting way.
We learned to observe, detect and investigate from them.
Thank you Wild Kratts; thank you Sifaka Lemur.
Thank you Aviva Koi, Jimmy, Zach, Donita and Gourmand.
We raced to our TV sets to see the next episode.
Lions, crocodiles, falcons, elephants and rattlesnakes!
We learned the dangers of pollutants in oceans.
Sorry sea turtles, sorry baby sharks, sorry, just sorry.
I still remember almost every bit about some episodes.
The Kratt brothers showed us that science is not boring.
Opening up a new world for us,teaching an excitement to learning!
Madagascar where did you go
For weeks you came to my picnic
My sanctuary
Unceremoniously and unwanted
And mostly uninvited
Like the proverbial red ants
Like a lover I once knew
Everyday ... there you were
A lemur
A chameleon
Perched on my blanket of poetry
Staring with those curious eyes
Yearning for validation
And perhaps a future visit
I must admit you're a nuisance
A pop-up, a laugh, a nightmare
For weeks on end I saw your faces
Burning in my memory
Trolled and uncontrolled
Now that you're gone
I look out the window
I imagine lions, giraffes, and rhino's
Running wildly towards my picnic
connie pacheco
10/20/22
Note-for weeks on end, I would come to this site and be inundated with ads. The Madagascar ad takes the cake. Lately it's gotten worse.
lovely lithe lively lemurs
languishing lovingly lengthwise
laboriously lightening our loads
laughing in lemur-like linguistics
lovely lacksidasical loving lemurs
letting loose leeches live
living lemur-like lightness
lollygagging in lemur-like ways
I, I am an aye aye
I'm from Lodi
Hi-dee-ho-di
I, I'm a shoo fly pie
Wearing tie dye
Buzzing sky high
I do not lie guy.
What did you say about my mama?
The ring-tailed lemur was not happy now.
I tried to pretend I had been talking to the llama
I knew her sense of humor was not exactly a wow.
The ring-tailed lemur gave me a prissy sniff.
It was pretty clear I had not done what I should.
I was out of there, after that one tiny whiff.
Shoving off from the island, as quickly as I could.
Must we use him?
Hello Anger
Why do people wear you like a battle cloth?
Is it when they knock your door?
Or you always wander around
Like a lion seeking for its prey
Hello Anger
Why do you cherish man soul not?
Is it to satisfy your hunger?
Or to blame whom you are been expressed to?
Hello Anger
Why do you cause hassle between minds?
Is it to make the world a desert?
Or afraid of what love might cause?
Hello Anger,
Why do you moisten his mind with your mind?
Like a flocks soak in a flowing water
Is it because he is always provoked?
Or your hunger is never satisfied?
Hello Anger,
Why do you predate on soul with your toothcomb?
Like a Lemur running after a lice
Is it to fret them of their happiness?
Or to put their life at risk of regrets?
Hello People,
Why don’t you shelter against his toothcomb?
Or you love the track formed by his comb on your skin?
Those he has marked has never regain theirs
Hello Anger
I don’t know your abode…Earth or Heart
But wherever you are, I have learnt
To shield my mind against your toothcomb.
The great hands of fate have squeezed their grip on this infallible date!
Make way, fermenting 7th, for the intolerable October the 8th!
Far, far away the lone lemur leaps with joy to celebrate-
The great, insoluble, improvable, October the blasted 8th!
D.W, dear, with quirks and beauty that torment and infuriate,
Can you not see my flippidy- floppity- flimsy- fedazzled state?
See how my nerves leave me prostrate on the coming of this most magical date!
October the phone a-flippin, Charles J. Dickens, Squawking chickens,
Sexy centaurs strippin, heart sta-ricken, danger dippin' -
October the infernal 8th!
Dancing lemur
Before they catch you
Won't you run away quick
A short while back when Shayla was three, Written just for Barbara's Contest.
I took my granchild's child to the Zoo with me.
She sat in he stroller as we pushed her around,
And she knew almost every creature we found,
Lion goes "RRRR" and Tiger goes "Roar,"
Hippos go "plplplpl" which I'd not heard before.
She knew elephants, horses, gorillas and monkeys,
She knew snakes and Gnus and eurasian donkeys.
Since the day was warm and the child needed a nap,
We sat in the shade on a blanket with her head on my lap.
We ate our lunch as I watched our dreamer,
Who woke and ate hers then pointed up at a lemur.
"Julian" cried the child, "Thats right" cried her mother,
And I looked from one grandkid to another.
When we got home, the child ran to prove it.
In Madagascar, thats a Julian who likes to move-it moveit.
Never let an elephant in your house
Get a rabbit or a lemur or a mouse
If you’re going to buy a pet
And you haven’t got one yet
Never, let an elephant in your house
Never let an Elephant in your lounge
He will beg and he will pester, he will scrounge
With his oversized proboscis
He's more trouble than rhinoceros
Never, let an Elephant in your lounge
Never let an elephant in your bed
Make him sleep out, maybe in the garden shed
If you let him in your pit
He will fidget, quite a bit
Never, let an Elephant in your bed
© John W Fenn 03-01-2009
Upon the falling leaf
There exists a little ant
Falling slowly to the earth
Held within His hand
Out, in a darkened jungle
From a leopard, lemur got away
Helped up to a higher branch
To live at least another day
Somewhere, in a desert
A prairie dog and a snake
The dog had escaped the danger
No life, for serpent to take
Think for just a moment
As to how they got away
There must be someone watching
And helping them on their way.
In life, there is a presence,
Though at times, remains unseen
Isn’t it nice when this presence
Sometimes intervenes?
You are the twinkle in the life
of elephants and blue giraffes.
You conjure them up in your sleep
and give them lots of ginger treats.
Perhaps you ride on lion's backs
and hear of secret planned attacks
on zebra homes and wallabies.
Perhaps you even hear them sneeze.
Maybe you hop in your canoe
and race the river otters too
to find the crocodile flower
and taste the kumquat, small and sour.
I think that all your dreams are true
A red-backed snail with one slug shoe.
A butterfly who sells perfume
and marbles played in moth cocoons.
Bubbles blown by flying fish
and riding them to wherever you wish.
A swirl of purple pearly walls
to protect all of your lemur calls.
A thousand sunset’s burn below you.
A serenade from Him that knows you.
You dream in delicate patterns deep
of animals you're sure to keep
And care for in the paradise
You'll feed the parrots coconut rice.
and scrub the algae turtle's back
while he chews on a lettuce snack.
You'll nestle in the wild bears den
and help them call the salmon friend.
It's quite a sight to comprehend
A dream to make our dreaming end...
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