Long Monkey Poems
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Dead leaves
Brown lifeless carpet;
Windy conclusions
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Sun beams streak
Dawn happens fast;
Birth of new day
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Little boy here
Little girl there;
Playtime sand pitch
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Candlelit cupcake
Feisty fiery wish;
Soul in free spirit
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Waiting here
High rise lift crowd;
Together alone
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Evening interlude
Stray insect cacophony;
Night shift postures
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TV sitcom
Drama on demand;
Pricey menu
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Stray aromas
Perfume floating sweet;
Familiar presence
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Sleepy hours
Dreamy preoccupations;
Drowsy forgetfulness
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My monkey mind
Fickle flip flops;
Splashing unclear
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Leon Enriquez
12 May 2016
Singapore
Funny I took this path, me who became so intelligent
I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh at being so hell bent
I could have been a flower, a daisy, a petunia, a rose
But for it's own power this is the life a monkey chose
Some stayed fish while others sought to be an insect
Like, so as you wish, evolving to whatever you select
THEN you see the evidence by the very intelligent few
Numbers too immense for you to ever have any clue
Odds I never seen but I always knew they were true
An argument so clean it's simpler than two plus two
The Creative Diversity alone, when the fool will admit
For now you are free, as yet your candle remains unlit
Don't be as those fooled but do your own research
As the devil drooled knowing he has you in a lurch
There's two paths to take but there's only one road
And for those who don't wake will pay all that is owed
Romans 1:20
For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his eternal power and Godhead; so that they are without excuse:
We traveled up the dark river Styx
Past vine choked jungle shrouded in mists.
The candle flames wouldn’t burn their wicks.
All ‘round we heard when the serpents hissed.
Ahead the bleak city of the dead
Where the monkey gods howled their dark tunes
And on its cracked walls could still be read
The markings of their magical runes.
Oblivion had taken the place
And carried them wailing to the void.
Chaos was something they couldn’t face,
Though ’twas the very thing they employed.
Their glory had been all too fleeting.
Madness and decay had seized the day.
They forgot Who that they were cheating
And in the end they were forced to pay.
A parody of Wordsworth's "The World Is Too Much with Us,” which appears under the parody
The mall is too much with us, spring and fall.
Getting and spending, we lay waste each pay check.
There's little in nature we won't someday wreck.
We've given our hearts away to cholesterol.
Beach beauties bare too much to one and all.
The howling dopeheads raise all kinds of heck.
Pollution worldwide makes me say, "Oh, yecch!"
Hey, wary youth, we'll leave this all to y'all!
I'm moved to yell, "Great God, we're out of tune!"
Had I the choice, I swear I'd rather be
A lone coyote howling at the moon
Or a jabbering monkey swinging from tree to tree
And sharing branch room with a shrieking loon.
Of earth's abominations these are free.
“The World Is Too Much with Us” Italian sonnet by William Wordsworth (1770- 1850) The sonnet is one of his responses to the Industrial Revolution.
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.
June 21, 2021
Contemporary Sonnet Contest
Sponsor: Charlote Puddifoot
The demons inside you has taken your soul
It holds your spirit with a deadly hold
Tormenting your nights with pain and agony
Granting you no comfort for your misery
It's a monkey on your back that will never let go
Until to yourself stand up to it and demand it to go
Your waking moments are only with the need to ease the pain
And when you cannot the demons take control again
Lashing out at everyone who comes near you
Destroying not only yourself but those who care for you
And now you stand alone and a hollow shell
You've lost you yourself and those you loved as well
The monkey on your back holds the strings to make you dance
You are the pawn in his game and he is the master of your fate
Form:
madagascar monkey, chickadee and delaware donkey
all three argued about the zesty orange pekoe tea
monkey said on the cover was Crocodile Dundee
chickadee and donkey would not agree
said it looked more like Tolly Wolly Zee tree
this kind of arguing is hurtful said Auntie Vee
that is gleefully silly said my cousin Twitching Twee
what about my japanese sushi asked Uncle Wee Bee.
His lunch had been dug from the China Sea
I was consternated but only me.
lee lee was showing off her pie of chick-a-pea.
let’s let this argument die, said Aunt Bea.
being friends with each other is the ultimate key
are those arguers the only sweet potato pies you see?
what if they flee? Asked lee, dee, and grand prix.
that would be no big deal, said auntie spree.
an argument that would die as soon as we decided to agree.
i was consternated, but only me.
Lend me a friendly hand to propose to my lovely Rosalyn!
Her dreamy eyes has got my heart, I yearn her to fill my life in,
She is more friends with you than me,it must be my crazy hairy skin,
So help me Silver, help me quick, lovely Rosalyn I can win!
Her dreamy eyes has got my heart, I yearn her to fill my life in,
the way she walks to clamber up that tree,as princely as can be,
So help me Silver, help me quick, lovely Rosalyn I can win!
Dash across and fill her in, my message of love for her to see!
the way she walks to clamber up that tree,as princely as can be,
She loves me too, I know it well, find it hard to directly tell,
Dash across and fill her in, my message of love for her to see!
If she agrees, let her God! just go to church house and ring the bell!
She loves me too, I know it well, find it hard to directly tell,
She is more friends with you than me,it must be my crazy hairy skin,
If she agrees, let her God! just go to church house and ring the bell!
Lend me a friendly hand to propose to my lovely Rosalyn!
though strictly Fermi, and oh...(en Rico) plus sun
dre other parvenues, a rapture
surges thru me,
when audibly communicating, enunciating,
and speaking English words
as if hi ken run
a marathon, or zip to the moon,
(take as cheesy tong in cheek)
from this pun
gent, who relishes reading for my eyes and ears
asper myself, which purported nun
sense ink reese sees learn'n
den earn an award,
especially wash'n black board
den breathing intelligent dust
from eraser head could awk cord,
I utter Hieronymus Bosch, bing enamored,
and aye actually confess
tubby a model United Nations chimp
pan zee, and/or other
type of survey monkey hook can huff ford
Old Rotten Gotham horde
sliding down into the behavioral sink...
exclaiming "oh me jack lord"
and getting rescued then getting less on,
sans get'n taut how (muss elf George Eliot)
tubby comb moored
flossed, milled, and taut
tubby trained for Operation Ready Date
by a coop pull oof oot standing chap,
named Adam West, who poured
salty epithets (reminding me, as they roared
that life iz brutal, short and nasty),
part tickly ne'r the end
wharf hew scored
and majority got de toured
until emotionally, physically,
and spiritually enlightened
By Rabindranath Tagore and Burt Ward.
She woke up in the wrong movie, mad as heck.
Her hair so curly, surrounded by birds that peck.
Where was Toto? The Tin Man? She would welcome the witch.
She turned to look at the sunset, it gave her brain a fine twitch.
She had gone to sleep in a poppy field with her loyal friends.
On their way to Emerald City, with hope she thought would never end.
But upon awaking, she finds herself standing in Hawaiian sand.
A flock of bird cawing away, as they leave the safety of land.
The flying monkey soldiers would be a welcome sight now.
She missed lion, Tinman, and scarecrow, with his brain, a wow.
I am Dorothy from Kansas she screamed into the roughness of the sea.
I need to be in another story! She watched the crowing birds flee.
Behind her a voice said, you think that’s bad? I am looking for the wolf.
It was Little Red Riding Hood. Next to her Prince Charming’s horse hoof.
Where is Cinderella or Snow White? He asked, confused as he could be.
It seems they were all lying in poppy fields when they woke up by this sea.
Dance, Monkey, Dance!
Commiserate with the dearly departed
The dead stay dead
Consummate your marriage with anarchy
Dance, monkey, dance!
The media plays you like a fiddle
This life's damned little diddle
Surely there is solace in fear
Birth a scapegoat
While gods parade golden parachutes
Life is ugly
Death is beautiful
A foundation of futility
Every soldier dead
On foreign soil
Build a fence
To keep out the goats
To keep the sheep free
From impurities
Dance, monkey, dance!
Life's tune plays in your ear
Tuned out by words replaying in your mind
Just regurgitated thoughts
That aren't your own
Line the streets with gold
To watch the chaos unfold
Your child's soul was sold
By gratuitous gluttony
Commiserate with the nearly departed
The living could continue living
Consummate your marriage with your own thoughts
Don't be a dancing monkey!