Long Apes Poems
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apes smile
ants pile
bats cleave
bugs leave
cocks crow
cows plough
dogs bark
ducks quack
elks stride
eels slide
frogs leap
fleas creep
goats skim
gars swim
hares dig
hens sprig
insects
infect
jays sing
joys ring
krills feed
kois breed
Lord*-blest
life's nest.
*Genesis 1:25 And God made the beast of the earth after his kind, and cattle after their kind, and every thing that creepeth upon the earth after his kind: and God saw that it was good.
May 7, 2022
7th place, "A Brian Strand PREMIERE" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/7/2022.
I can read for days,
and write through the hypes,
I can age old beer with emotional nights,
I can eat a whole pie,
and pray not to die,
I can sleep with no sound,
just like you hide behind the pound,
I can see the wind,
I can taste the sky,
I can see that I wasn't here first-
because...look! There! That's the real guy!
I can find a foundation,
and prove procreation-
But I can't do it alone,
I need gyration,
...So far away from being old,
from singing songs that get played out by the bowl,
...But the apes did there part,
and so did the Nazi's...
and so did the internet...
and so did the moxie...
Because real people like jocking-
and fake ones like coughing,
Needy nights keep popping!
While wasted winter is still flopping.
When a dead prince is beating and haughty-
you are still lying-
and you are still bossing!
So keep reading the facts,
keep praying for slack,
keep wasting precious brain,
and making another feel insane,
come out and mac!
Do it again, and again,
and again and again!
Be gone in a pack-
like micro germs-
you discovered my nack.
6/8/17
A world full of different colors and shapes
As well as apes
Locations that do or don't sell crepes
Vines with or without grapes
Houses with dark or light drapes
That do or don't have cassettes and video tapes
Near and far from any capes
Surfaces continually getting more scrapes
Each having their own plate
A smile on everyone's face
While one said grace
By a fireplace
Flower vase
And curtains made of lace
Soon everyone took a taste
Then said it was a great
Especially the steak
Later on, all had dessert, which was home-made cake
It's all good if you can't relate
To anything I state
Or paint
A life that is quaint
Currently got no complaints
I ain't
No saint
A lot of things took restraint
Didn't want to let it go to waste
Couldn't always play it safe
Wasn't always worth the risk, and what I happened to make
I can't afford to take a break
Or flake and be late
That'd be more than a mistake
People being honest or fake and like a snake
There's always going to be love and hate
I do more than educate
But hold up wait
Let's get one thing straight
Drake
You were on Degrassi, and I'll put you into your place
See through, not opaque
Soft as a pancake
Grab, pull and throw you out your wraith
I don't care how much your being paid
You can catch a fade
Like many poets before, I have tried all which-way
not to measure love – not to price love~
Like a post office puts sentiment to a ruler
meters jewelry purchased, already with the
weight of grief -- a romantically stricken heart;
a summarily discarded lover, hoping to
re-awaken a former partner’s
fond participation, given chance for another poke
at the fond lip, desirable pressure on the fond hip
Large teddy bears and cards
also weighed and measured before ship -- for occasions
missed, when wife, lover, child, having been sore-fully neglected
therefore get rightfully pissed
Even Nature, our Mother, greenly tempts, colorfully invests:
her seasonal erections of flushing, blushing, gushing
scenting blossoms, to entice passionate play
naked torsos
tingling, mingling, aromatic redden complexions,
sharing conjugal hyper confections
titillating beaches along winding capes
surfboard fanatics
attempting copulating acrobatics --
could man be little more than Nature’s
sophisticated, prancing, bathing, basking
swimming, back-paddling, saturated
zoo-like apes?
Does God purchase love
with fear of hell, therefore
man treasures love
like a market placing
calls on highs and lows
winners to shows
nose-bleeds
for pressured ups
while cushions
for the fearful falls --
keeping players
awake nights
for rosy to ripe
the tremulous trigger
the purring calls?
Approach yonder rack, O fearful
Meretrix;
Wouldst here weak flesh reform
Beneath the buckled and tightening
Strap...
That which be transfixed by thy
Fearful gaze.
Lo...A confusion befalls upon thee,
My Meretrix,
Your whirling emoitions trapped
Inside encroaching walls,
Floundering within neurons confines,
Of a brains inwardly collapsing maze!
As throughout these crowded
Corridors
Of your hectic and turbulent mind...
You reach...
And grasping,
Desperately grope for your senses
Like some wretched entity
suddenly and Inextricably struck
Blind!
Laid down on this cold slab of
Submission;
Slowly to be freed from all moral
Restraints;
To be joined to me through subjection
Of attrition.
Just as thee burgeoning weight of thy
Guilt
Compress upon all diminishing
Resistance -
So then the growing appetites for
Mine deeds
Become thine indulging subsistence.
For I will accord you the wealth of a
Mighty nation
Such as any sprawling empire has
Ever seen.
Lift you higher above any royal and
Regal station;
Lavish upon you with precious gems
And encrusted tiaras...
Taken from the fairest head of wise
Solomons
Most beautiful and loveliest queen.
And I will serenade you with a song
From whales,
A lullaby from dolphins sing:-
Drawn from the chants of silky haired
Sirens tales
Whose treacherous wiles pollute upon
An ocean wind.
Hear ye, Meretrix, the mermaid
Blowing upon the Conch shell,
Her broad fluke thrashing between
The spray:-
For none that linger shall live to tell -
Once their foolish ears are led
Horribly astray!
I shall grant thee eagles wings
So you may climb and soar
Above all the fragile worlds of puny
Men;
These Neanderthals and ignorant
Apes,
Whom all thee sneering Gods so
Much deplore,
Wallowing in avarice and filth of
Lowest denizen...
Whilst slowly sinking into this foul
And stinking mire
Forever and for evermore!
the world order became so chaotic
way after ape already evolved to a man
it’s nonsense, if you call this an evolution
the ape shouldn’t step on the earth and stand upright
the sun is a whirlpool of blaze overflowing lava
the black hole is a tundra snowstorm formation, the torrent of a glacier
that’s the difference between comedy and tragedy
is one thin sheet of paper, life and death is on the same path
don’t be hasty, when spring comes, the flowers bloom
there’s no need to force the flowers to bloom before their time
men's desire is to see the flowers in any season
perhaps, that’s why every flower
has a different shape and fall, regardless, in season
the way of men’s life
rolling along in changing seasons all different,
it’s difficult to distinguish the ape from the tree
or the man the potter made with clay?
and further, it confuses me more, because
the destination is the same for all creatures
even so, there’s no need to sink into
a swamp of unsolved problem
and torment yourself;
simply look at the day
earth circles the same orbit there’s light and darkness
when the morning comes, you’ll see the sun,
when you see the sun you will live another day,
and repeat conscious or unconscious, advancing
one more day stepping on another day.
I wonder why the ape came down from the tree
and made this world complete chaos;
in the name of mankind, apes made men
ugliest creature on the earth, made them hate and harm
each other, to sustain their lives, Oh; what wicked apes!
See truth make sense
Live present tense
Work with plain words
Let tale be heard
When you look back
See acts of fact
Time and space move
In active grooves
Years pass so fast
To first and last
No need to hide
In empty pride
Learn to live well
So age can tell
Peace funds pure joy
As work employs
Soon you can see
Fond memories
Start to jot down
Sage, fool and clown
Record your tracks
As memoir stacks
Start poignant lines
Write what feels fine
Laugh and have fun
With story puns
Let form take shape
Sculpt man that apes
Leon Enriquez
28 September 2014
Singapore
Money consceous in precise.
It's a bone thrown to domesticated dog,
My whole life was set on clock,
Narrow way wasn't part of my want...
Broadway was a prioritised sort,
Fire in my heart shows Golliath size,
Nobody knew David would be in God's eyes,
In spite of leading classy trites,
Those mindset later got rot,
Smoke from coals couldn't permit me to tie a knot,
Obsessed with pride,
Led innocent men to evenly backslide,
Holy scriptures for staunch believers,
Mine was published with fellow deceivers,
The spiritual babes get enticed to scheme lullaby,
The truth,how many of them is ready to buy?
Our living is likened to the adventist of ghost Apes,
We hunt for corpse in caves,
Without thinking of ours in graves,
Home of tribulation will I enjoyed divine pain,
That's when nothing will be left to slain,
God please hold me from the prey,
For in you will I be saved.
5/4/22
Far from the ace of spades
Dabbed out and off paper planes
It's no biggie or cutting deep like razorblades
Staying out in the suns rays or shade
Still finding my way inside a crazy maze
Always going to be rainy days
From it all, there was zero or a lot I would take away
Too much is fake and lame
On the daily people playing games
I had to face the pain
Even when it may be strange
But I was able to make a change
Otherwise it all would remain the same
The one in who they would always place the blame
It's far past time I take aim
I want riches but don't care to gain fame
Yet again another virus corrupted the main frame
Regardless of what they say
What happens when it's mayday?
It's been bigger than the great escape
As well as snakes and apes
Nah we weren't ever on the same page
Since the big bang came
I've been space age
What still occurs in this world gives me insane rage
It's a dang shame
I drank too much again, now my brain aches
Twas the night before Christmas I went shopping suits,
As shoes looked rat-eaten, needed also warm boots;
Sales girls, in malls displayed suits in variety,
Blown up cost and lean purse grew my anxiety...!
Malls are looters, I thought, like the fox and sour-grapes,
Have proprietors, owing greed, have become apes?
In cool colors and satiny shine they sell soul,
Counting cash at the cost of the poor is their goal...!
Textile showrooms, as less showy, could be better,
They might not put me a perpetual debtor;
Varieties, there could be more, in cost less,
After all, to grace all seasons I need good dress...!
American Giant; Peter England; Rouje;
All internationals seemed like dagger and gouge;
Fashions so funny; rough and gunny; yet the cost,
Summing my few notes repeatedly, I was lost...!
Settling to try local stores, I slowly walked,
Shops were numerous like swarms serially stocked;
Each had limits in my sight; in brand or in grant,
Grade low if price less and vice versa if looked grand...!
Some smiled; some giggled; some, like friends made me convinced;
Some, like hooker-women luring actions evinced;
All these shops and show-rooms, as I narrate, not bad,
Within, I know, lack of notes is what made me sad...!
Street textile vendors will help me out, I believed,
By such sure sincere folks I will not be deceived;
With such thoughts, like an athlete I ran to each street,
Challenges like pain and perspiration, I did beat...!
You are late - they said, they pack up by twelve at night,
On Christmas they feast; though fiscally they are tight;
I went back thinking of suits within my wardrobe,
Though they have many holes, they are best in whole globe...!
25 November 2022
The Night Before 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May