Long Llama Poems
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This poetic attempt an abbreviation
how biological insemination
(minus in vitro fertilization)
seeds latent *****sapiens reproduction
possibly since moment of conception,
whereby inchoate progeny
impossible to sustain
fantastic, holistic, terrific... weatherization
against prejudicial germs
that elude uterine infiltration
entering womb thru fallopian tube,
or courtesy external drive
re: environmental perturbation
microscopically initiating
biological emancipation
thank you prick llama chin
please withhold ovation
setting in cellular division motion
begetting August poetic
jejune chain reaction
triggering anonymous
reader to yawn nonstop - definite indication
that yours truly induces excitation
in short shrift inducing
somniferous maximization,
yet for those readers
still awake lemme thank
your much ado about
nothing voluntary solicitation
to decrypt poetic
explanation, explication, exploration...
not asking concordance or agreement (ha)
without being redundant, nor repetitive
with my matted trademark communication
detailing mine opinion
courtesy quasi succinct elaboration
i.e. during the process
of in utero gestation
the embryo/fetus absorbs influences -
sorry no summation
in sight, not even
at anticipated parturition
cuz effects upon psyche of unborn
(unknown even by the twelfth night)
even after birth manifestation
within mind of next generation
heavily impacted courtesy
infernal contribution
despite most commendable
effort at postnatal
efforts to chaperone
son/daughter insulation
against prejudice virtually
impossible mission
(even spectre Tack Cuéllar,
viz ghost of Peter Graves
unable to succeed at extirpation
unfavorable antisemitism, bigotry, cruelty...
I concur religious,
racial, nationality... integration,
could certainly help deescalation
hmm... boot perhaps...
maybe not total elimination...,
yet such salient measure
could help offset blatant
outright, pervasive, queasy...
lifelong societal and personal ramification,
this targeted token
"scapegoat" closes his wordy attestation.
Have you hugged a llama today
Or a bunny or a kangaroo
You'll feel all squiggly and giggly inside
And a bit rumpity bumpity too
Not only will you feel all squiggly inside
But these guys will be wearing a grin
They sure like receiving those huggeroonies
You'll notice their tails start to spin
So if you spy a sad looking teddy
Or a kitten with eyes full of tears
Tell them you love 'em and hold 'em tight
You'll chase away all of their fears
Tonight when mommy tucks you in
And gives you a big snuffily kiss
Remember the lonely animals out there
Blow them a kiss and don't miss
There's a moral here, haven't found it yet
Maybe it's hiding under a chair
Hugging llamas and other poor creatures
Really tells them you care
The meanest female on Holiday Hill
Probably would be there, an old maid, still
Except for Dan, a randy, illustrious buck,
Who carried her off, to give her a tuck.
He was enthralled with her golden hair.
And opal blue eyes that gave him a stare.
She had the temper of a wounded gater,
Of course he learned this ten kids later.
What can I do? He asked his wise mother.
How do I know? Go ask your brother.
The brother was in a similar state.
Kids with his monster added to twenty-eight.
Mama said to her surviving son,
If you marry, please choose a nice one.
No prob, he said, as he fed his llama.
I’ll never get married, okay, Mama?
So the boy and his mother survived in the house
Spent Christmases hiding from brothers and spouse.
The llama ran off due to all of the cousins
And of course the third boy married and had kids in the dozens.
I heard the wallpaper start peeling off the wall in the kitchen.
Garth my pet giraffe must be still be ferociously itch’n.
Penguin waddles up to give me his slanted report.
I ask about the chipmunks – Nancy, Herman and Mort.
They scurry up to show me the tattoos on their tails.
I say, “you can accompany me to dinner if all else fails.”
Not in that posh, stuck up fancy restaurant, Herman tells me.
I would rather be run over by a truck down by the sea.
Herman is pure drama, a stage actor in New York Training.
These pets are getting to be too much, I find them draining.
There is a sick llama who needs a home, Mort happily said.
I rolled my eyes, and laid back down, pretending to go to bed.
What I see in stars above is extremely wearisome,
with useless inane details that I wish I never knew.
Light years, space-time, black holes, big bangs,
myriads of pricks 'n specks a billion miles away - who cares?
I've been over-dubbed, deluded, and robbed,
of the romance, songs, stories,
and delightful spiritual legends
that ancient master star gazers saw
in stars above.
Hunter and archers with sword, belt, arrows and shield,
A veritable zoo of animals - lion, ram, bull, bear, llama, emu,
goat, scorpion, fish and severed heads, under arms.
Pots and pans, the scrub-a-dub dish that
ran away with the spoon.
Regal Heracles, Achilles and Troy in battles raging skyward
Bickering Gods, Virgins, Kings and Queens with kids and twins.
Action-men Pharaohs, wannabee Gods,
leaping from pyramid tops,
onto the ladder of the Milky Way, which is -
The River of Heaven, Road of Souls
The Spilled Breast Milk of Hera the Mother God
The seed-strew pathway the mighty Emus trod,
pecking their way,
In stars above.
We all should get out and look up more!
Gazing with ancient eyes into the sky above,
reveling to see and enjoy what they saw,
in stars above.
Did you ever see a cow with a green eyebrow
Wow! Hope you sought some help
Did you ever see a llama, wearing pink pyjamas
Something more serious has developed
Did you ever see a fly with a polka dot tie
You're really need to visit a shrink
How about a turtle wearing a form fitting girdle
That would certainly make you blink
Did you ever see a bee with a sunburned knee
Should have used more suntan lotion
How about a bear with pink and green underwear
Surely that would cause a commotion
Did you ever see a spider drinking apple cider
How about a bear combing his hair
Or how about a kitten wearing woollen mittens
Or a horse fast asleep on a chair
You may think I've been smoking some funny stuff
But believe me that isn't the case
Actually I see many things that others don't see
Think I might be from outer space
Sweet baby, I bought you a soft blanket -
vanilla with tender dots, a llama attached,
to welcome you into this chilly world.
And darling girl, I whispered prayers for you,
on nights you spent in the dark womb -
with rumbling of voices and pulsing heartbeat.
Your mama dear, they told her to abort,
but we held your wee hands as we hoped
because we believe in life not death.
Your mama miscarried your sibling,
swept away to the lullaby room in heaven.
I see he or she laughing with glee upon God’s lap.
A mama’s love so strong but body weak,
a mama who carries you in every thought.
A father, with pride, and provision, who waits.
A mama who’d close her eyes but did not die.
She slipped and careened off the road, passing out,
and you tumbled, wondering what it was all about.
You, baby, wanted to live with all your might,
even with a hole in your heart and fright.
Looking for the light, to pass into another world.
Thus tossed and turned, with emotions worn outside
your trusting birthday suit, oh angel dear, you died.
Mama, daddy, and grandma cry, affected inside.
And your grandma dear, my best friend, so strong.
With tears, I say, you take after her, you tried.
Two of heaven’s gifts, they wait for family, they play.
12/19/16
Most hyenas are not predictable but Squirrely was the weirdest of all
So strange, he was thrown out of the pack when he was a cub
He’s just so unusually and blatantly odd, said his sister, Maul
Squirrely is beyond the realm of fantasy said his brother Chub
They did not like his smile and his laugh bordered on the insane.
He gallops around like a goat, a donkey, a llama and a horse
He had hair so messy, it was brushy too like a lion’s mane
His family did not like him, but his grandma took him in of course.
Squirrely had a marvelous life with his loving Gran.
Until she died and went to the promised land.
(Was on a pic of a llama with a thick lock of hair on his head, styled in quite human like fashion and it was grinning. If u google llamas perhaps then u will understand what I mean)
This flesh 'n' blood cousin of the ship 'o' the desert
here is given that funky punky , stylish haircut?
Could it be optical illusion or screen manipulation
causing him to grin in mock jubilation?
And ain't he gonna toss those bangs like some real groovy llama?
My doesn't he look ready for any showbiz dromedary drama?
Ah yes, he does look handsome, do come have a view
of this fuzzy, comedy dromedary beau!
Send in the paparazzi, for he's already saying cheese
But he prefers his own kind, send in some lady llamas please.
Hey, like humans, llamas can stick their tongues out and spit to express displeasure
So keep your distance from angry ones or you will regret the mismeasure
The one I see in the picture is a cool llama teenaager
but he's no teeny-bopper, for he's a teetotaller
as no one ever saw him
with a bottle of gin or lager!
School never taught me this:
As a mite upon the side of an angel,
Dawn in a place covered by
my hands across my face,
four pillars of goo goo muck,
and a cellophane chick riding
a llama with pink bow ties,
chasing a hurricane of black birds,
squeezing a heart-shaped sponge
in her putrid waters.
Morning cresting over NYC moans,
tender anima fingers thinner
than the cheapest french fries.
I slapped for spikenards telling lies,
between light and darkness is
the unbearable truth: why so many
parents perforate the skin of abandoned
sweet children. Forever. Wish I had more
(opportunity) like chances like embers
to burn these bones to leave nothing:
nor leafless flowers but splattered love.
It's a game exchanged inside multiverses
of fruitless labor for the human mind.
:: 05.24.2023 ::