Long Giraffe Poems
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We bought a doorstop today,
For our great-grandson Noah
It was in the shape of a Giraffe
One like I've never seen before.
This doorstop had an attitude,
He had a cheeky grin,
His eyes were bright as buttons
They sucked us in.
I picked up the cute giraffe,
He looked adorable
We began to laugh,
Its presence was ignorable.
We both smiled broadly,
I was still cuddling the giraffe,
It became infectious,
Other shoppers smiled as they passed.
You're in your second childhood,
Said my husband tenderly,
I never left my first one
It's a place I choose to be.
It is a happy place
Without responsibility,
A place we can play all day,
Together you and me.
As I sit here writing,
This useless little rhyme,
That perky little giraffe,
Has been with me all the time.
It seems ridiculous
To think of this stuffed little thing.
Can raise a person's spirits,
And for a while, make sad hearts sing!
We went up our Grandma Eleanor’s walk
To yell trick-or-treat when a crow gave a squawk
We could not believe how black it was, it gave me a fright.
It was not the only scary thing that happened that night.
There was a princess who fell on the step.
Another kid ran over her, he had enormous pep.
She let out a scream and grandma ran out the door.
This is MY grandma! I yelled. “Grandma Eleanor!”
There were so many trick-or-treaters I was irritated.
I think every kid from school was here, even those who’d graduated.
The parents thought my announcement funny. Some even laughed.
Another kid stepped on my foot hard. He was dressed as a giraffe.
meet my muse Trixie.
I want to draw.
she wants to play in the Thesaurus.
Trixie is a freebooter, marauder, pirate, she plans to win.
I sketch a monkey, elephant and acrobat.
I am in circus mode.
Trixie slams her green eyes over the big book.
she is persnickety, determined, and forceful.
fat blue Thesaurus is a harpy; she flips open.
I stare at these words - deaden, anesthetized, stupefy.
write them down! Trixie demands.
she is more trouble than a gewgaw, trinket or knickknack.
I avert my eyes, not wanting to play with words
now drawing a circus tent, and a popcorn box.
red and white striped popcorn box has arms and legs.
he sticks out his tongue in maniacal cartoon laughter.
Trixie flips some pages of this dreaded book.
gleaming, sparkling, glistening stand out.
magnify, enlarge and amplify bite me on the left arm.
I am not writing right now! I tell her.
she sticks out her tongue.
eager to work on a magnum opus, creative masterpiece.
I can hardly work on the giraffe.
curious I am to read words where she is pointing
lionize, glorify, elevate
vanish, disappear, dissolve
I begin drawing a lion, trying to break my muse's spell.
Your mom and dad, long in captivity
may not recall the joys of being free.
They've learned to live their life so peacefully;
fed and protected from adversity.
Away from Africa's hot, sultry days
they must be penned indoors in heated bays
in zoos that share our climate's winter phase,
to walk in circles and in feeders graze.
Yet, genes do carry nature's fine imprint;
their baby within hours found the hint.
The smell of outdoor air and sunlight's glint
led him to that closed door with every sprint.
As if he knew that freedom dwelled out there,
he stood and smelled the gift of outdoor air.
Oh little one, though now it seems unfair,
the door will open soon for you to share
that outdoor space, to romp and run on grass...
but still enclosed by barriers en masse.
In time, your 'born-free memory' will pass
to join your parents in their captive class...
to live less free but, surely, safe and sound,
ensuring that your species will abound.
Sandra M. Haight
~8th Place~
Premiere Contest: Enter A Poem Written in April (not for a contest)
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 05/27/2017
Note: Reticulated Giraffes are an endangered species, and calves born in the wild only experience a 35% survival rate since they are hunted as prey. Many zoos are helping to make sure this doesn't happen by breeding in captivity, a very noble and positive cause, and Animal Adventure Park does an awesome job.
It just touched my heart to see the baby giraffe, within a few hours after birth, being so inquisitive and wanting to go beyond that door.
I've just given birth to my calf,
My cute little baby giraffe.
He fell to the ground
With a gushing sound;
Nearby were on-lookers and staff.
I must say that I'm very proud!
So giddy, I could laugh aloud.
To see how he tries
A plan to soon rise-
With trying, then falling, he plowed!
Half-hour had gone by, then success,
The clapping applauded his stress.
So wobbly, but fine-
A great thumbs-up sign!
My calf, I bent down to caress.
The humans who cheered at the zoo
For my baby boy who came through
So quickly to stand-
From this- are they banned?
Not standing for months is cuckoo!
A tall lanky lug named Gary Giraffe
Acted so awkward he made others laugh.
He never reacted or even to mind,
For Gary seemed to be much too refined.
Gary the gangly, sweet spotted Giraffe
Drank water from a cracked golden carafe.
Some snarling zoo neighbors felt he was odd,
Perhaps an arrogant herbivore clod.
Still, Gary sipped his carafe at the zoo
As an elite giraffe is wont to do.
For giraffe health he did as he ought-er
Never failing to drink his spring water.
Though Gary’s carafe made hyenas laugh
Zoo lions roared loudly for Gary Giraffe.
Ready
A camera, the battery, charger and film…(what is that?)
A flashlight, lighter, matches and something to burn.
A bag, a flag, a blanket, and comfort to sleep.
A favorite pillow, and bear, “yes you can bring him”.
The telephone the charger, maybe I should leave them?
What a novel idea…I think I will write one, a novel that is.
Camp chairs, the ice-chest, the stove and the lamp,
a table, the cards, two decks, that’s our camp.
Water in bottles, soap and dish pans.
The whole house made small, to answer the call.
Paper(toilet) and paper and pen and pins…
What should I leave, where to begin?
Earthquake, tsunami, the in-laws are here!
Be steady, be ready, show… no fear.
Fishing poles, fishing lines, and worms for bate,
I think they already know their ultimate fate.
Where are you going, where have we been?
This is the final list that I wish to mend.
Forget nothing, put everything in,
the giraffe, the barn cat and the cow.
You may not need them “when or then”,
but you might need them now?
Sir Donkey performs on stage,
His perfect smile leaves the audience in a daze,
But why does Sir Donkey have tears running down his perfect face!
“I want to play, I want to play,” the donkey says,
“Donkeys aren't allowed to play!” shouts the walrus.
The mighty walrus in shining armour!
Quick in reaction, clever in interaction.
But sometimes the Walrus wants to do and say,
What's on his mind, not what's prepared for him that day!
“I don't want to serve you anymore!” the Walrus says.
Mr Giraffe frowns,
“A walrus does not get to have a say!”
Here comes Mr Giraffe!
He can reach the stars with his long neck,
Strong, muscular, a dear to the ladies.
But why do they climb his back,
And gradually pull Mr back!
They suddenly twist and tie his neck.
“Let go, let go! I want to reach the stars!” Mr cries,
But sadly, it's too late ...
Mr is endlessly floating in space.
Now tell me why the Donkey cried and yelped,
Venting out loud, thinking he would be helped!
But Sir Donkey still doesn't understand the difference.
The difference between sugar coated flies,
And sweet little honey fries.
So once again,
Let's beat around the bush.
Now Sir Donkey continues the cycle...
The cycle outlives this poem.
The cycle outlives the animals.
When Noah gathered creatures pair by pair
In a barge ready to face the rough storm
Giraffe and wife joined a sail to nowhere;
As waters growled high, till moon grew deformed
With nothing to frolic with, amidst the flood
Giraffes delighted in hush of ashen dark
Mating frequently on arc's trodden halls.
New animals born, how can they embark
And others followed despite bold rainfalls
The Lord shocked, watching full procreation
Said He, “ I forgot this extra supply
Count the babes ,while I slow the sea’s motion,
Why did I say, go forth and multiply?”
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For Robert Heemstra
and Poetess Darkly's Lessons In Life
Are Funny Contest
by nette onclaud
the Walrus is an odd looking animal
but not as odd looking as the Booraffe
who has the tusks of a Walrus
the Anteater is an odd looking animal
but not as odd looking as the Booraffe
who has the head of an Anteater
and the tusks of a Walrus
the Narwhal is an odd looking animal
but not as odd looking as the Booraffe
who has the horn of a Narwhal
the head of an Anteater
and the tusks of a Walrus
the Giraffe is an odd looking animal
but not as odd looking as the Booraffe
who has the neck of a Giraffe
the horn of a Narwhal
the head of an Anteater
and the tusks of a Walrus
the Zebra is an odd looking animal
but not as odd looking as the Booraffe
who has the body of a Zebra
the neck of a Giraffe
the horn of a Narwhal
the head of an Anteater
and the tusks of a Walrus
the Crocodile is an odd looking animal
but not as odd looking as the Booraffe
who has the tail of a Crocodile
the body of a Zebra
the neck of a Giraffe
the horn of a Narwhal
the head of an Anteater
and the tusks of a Walrus
the Chicken is an odd looking animal
but not as odd looking as the Booraffe
who has the legs of a Chicken
the tail of a Crocodile
the body of a Zebra
the neck of a Giraffe
the horn of a Narwhal
the head of an Anteater
and the tusks of a Walrus
the Frog is an odd looking animal
but not as odd looking as the Booraffe
who has the feet of a Frog
the legs of a Chicken
the tail of a Crocodile
the body of a Zebra
the neck of a Giraffe
the horn of a Narwhal
the head of an Anteater
and the tusks of a Walrus
not that you can see his feet
because the Booraffe wears slippers
just like Grandad’s