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As the girl went up stairs and entered the hall
Having lightened her cares she began to stall
Still a bit unsure and really wanting to know
She opened up Dad's door a little hesitant though
So now of Dad she would ask where we had come from
But that was a simple task like just adding up the sum
From apes of course he said and honey we evolved
So confused in her head having the problem become unsolved
Running back down to the parlor as mom went outside
Giving such a loud holler mom thought someone had died
What is it my dear what has gotten you so upset
Now come over here and tell me what has beget
You said I was God's Creation and I was so special and unique
But Daddy said it's like an equation, even though apes couldn't speak
Looking up at the blue sky and then setting her daughter on her knee
With a little sigh saying, I was speaking about my side of the family
Meritorious lessons, verily memorable
meant by organ grinder or street musician I virtually met
move me to mention my meditations…
Midst his marvelous music
my momentous milestones are filled with hymns*
magnifying the majesty of the Supreme Almighty…
Musing about his magic
my mind is mesmerized with charm of melodious
minutes meandering toward merriment-mirth…
Marked by his impact along what his messages impart
my mentality seems to murmur against
mistakes human nature succumbs to as
my spirit melts toward meekness-moist
mending for magnanimity while aiming for God’s
mercy of faith's flame and truth's frame-merging.
Mentored on functional management
my ministry pursuits never minimize
mighty miracles of the Lord against
mysteries lurking and mockingly
mounting over the last organ grinder’s
monkey business matters.
*Ephesians 5:19 “Speaking to yourselves in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord.”
November 4, 2023
2nd place, "The Last Organ Grinder" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 11/22/2023
Monkeys, apes, gorillas---all so close to human
They can sleep in any bed a hotel has extra room in
Wearing glasses, reading matter in hand
~ Primate scholars, intellectual Tarzans
Monkeys are subjected to personification
When from the jungle they are on vacation
We talk of 'monkey business' and 'monkey shines'
~ While a 'barrel of mankeys' is a fine, funny line
Monkey see, Monkey do
If you're a monkey, happy birthday to you!
Feel the need to monkey around?
~ Your spouse'll make a monkey (out) of you
To throw a monkey wrench into this poem
~ Just go ape over it. That'll show 'em
My Dearest Bertha baboon
I’ve recently joined your baboon troop
and Bertha you’re the star of the group
I’ve watched you swinging in the trees
Your agility brings me to my knees
You sit by my side and pick off my lice
we share those nits; oh they taste so nice!
‘The Funky Gibbon’ is my favourite song
I taught you the words, now you sing along!
There’s been no monkey business, although I’ve tried
But my attraction for you cannot be denied
My desire for you I cannot let pass …
I’m captivated by your huge red ass!
Its red colour means you’re due for ovulation
Lets get it on and increase the baboon population!
Love letter Contest
Sponsored by Viv Wigley
Contest rules - "A love letter, but NOT from a human or to a human. It must be from any other species, either to a member of the same species or maybe a different one"
10-30-17
You are a divine creative inspiration to me, one that never ceases to amaze
all encouragement is mine when you catalyse my poetry with your displays
of guiding light, you are like a vaccine shot in the arm when you goad my ways
Motivated to the hilt you rouse my stimulus and help me to present myself
you are my lift, my boost, my perfect little helper kind, my secret magic elf
and thanks to you I own a happy flow, a writers afterglow an inspo self
You are my incitement and my provocation, my little willful spirit of excel
sweeter then honey more scented then Channel No 5 on the wrist pell-mell
you got something I cannot live without , something I can touch and smell
You're an afflatus of divinity a subterfuge and there is no monkey business with you
you put intent in all that you do and each time I write you come to visit me anew
we follow each other in parallel route, and there is no mistaking what we can do
You blow onto my senses like breath on a feather and you tether my creative passions
an impelling mental force that you are, you are right as rain without portion or ration
when you bestow and offer all you got, you enable me to write with thought and action.
Feb. 27, 2020
Pick-A-Title, Vol 14 - Tristich -
Beware of wolves in sheepskins
My what clever wolves
I wonder if the sheep could pass as wolves
Perhaps they could go to Wolves R Us
I've heard of a Fox in a Hen House
I wonder if a Hen ever visits a Fox House
Who was the idiot that let the Bull loose
The china shop will never be the same
I also wonder why so many Bull remain
Especially with all the politicians shooting Bull
I was so busy I had no time to get ready for my trip
So I invited a pack Rat over to help get me organized
My house boat started to sink and he was the first to leave
It started to rain Cats and Dogs
I think I need a better umbrella
He told me I could get there as the crow flies
I think he lied, my arms are tired and I'm still here
I thought I would become my own boss
This Monkey Business is tougher than I expected
My inventory is eating up all my profits
All my clothing shrank when I came in from the rain
I have to admit I felt a little Sheepish
The judge asked him to pronounce his own sentence
He asked if he could be Hung like a Horse
All my friends call me Eagle Eye
I like that so much better than Cyclops
I would be much happier if I had two eyes
I hope you all enjoyed the trip to the Funny Farm
All the animals here are crackers
Form:
As others Rush out from Subdivisions
applying War Paint hiding Scars
All have Grand Designs, their own Missions
you feel as Nobody's Hero watching their fancy cars
What You're Doing more than one can ask
The Way the Wind Blows sends the Good News First
You have a Bravest Face - they a mask
the one, is you blessed - for they are cursed
Paid The Big Money without counting cost
You Bet Your Life if truly A Farewell to Kings
to enter a Twilight Zone and get lost
it's A Far Cry to get Something for Nothing
With The Speed of Love to find your seat
Emotion Detector going crazy
you Stick It Out - await a strong and simple beat
to dance to - and not be lazy
The Available Light dims it's beams
The Main Monkey Business about to start
So far from your Middletown Dreams
to feel a Secret Touch on your heart
Time and Motion are about to Freeze
as Circumstances assume control
Their music brings you to your knees
as it does all in The Larger Bowl
Your Counterparts they feel it too
beyond what The Camera Eye can see
Beneath, Between, and Behind you
like Second Nature - where you want to be
After time most short, when the music stops
and there's only the sound of applause
Aging Dog Years - your heart drops
put into Limbo by a too long pause
Lessons inform you it's just Chemistry
their giving a Marathon of a gig
They've kept Open Secrets under Lock and Key
Show Don't Tell is all they know, you dig
A Sweet Miracle - upon the stage
Heresy - it has to end
know you must Turn the Page
Afterimage - you it sends
into the night
Rocking Under Starry Heavens
Titles and partial lyrics by Lee/Lifeson/Peart
Immortal mind, my ghost follows my every move.
Intercepted thoughts, clearheaded internal function.
Machines roam this world, time of the metal mind,
loss of human conscience, Elon Musk taking over the world!
Political confusion, MAGA intrusion, January 6th.
Hate your neighbor! Love your enemy! Donald Trump!
Constitution is the thing of the past, lock her up!!
No excuse given, just pure ignorance, deportation of the nation.
Ignorance is the new tolerance, felon on the loose.
Confrontation and threat to win at all costs,
news and propaganda, billionaires agenda.
It all pays for these shiny heads,
the orange man, monkey business as usual,
million dollar loan, the new world is unborn,
inheritance births the degenerates, Donald Trump.
Tomorrow’s another day, when
this present is dead and done
In reality one rotation, on
earths path around the sun
The position can be calculated,
but what lies in store unknown
Our planet’s measurable, not
unpredictable like skin and bone
And what happened in the past,
ripples on through today
Unnoticed in black space,
random events still come our way
Set forth in motion, from an
indivisible speck of creation
Seeded is life, seeded is death,
seeded by quantum vibration
Does evolution even matter,
is what we see, what we get
A generation tries find purpose,
then hands over to the next
Accumulations of knowledge,
with caveats of past mistakes
Our monkey business perhaps,
one condition we cannot shake
Are we simply apex animals,
who developed higher brains
Beasts of untold genius, primal
instinct runs through our veins
Intelligence driving us mad,
at odds with ethics and morals
A fixation on mortality, conflicts
of minds causing quarrels
What is consciousness, from
which dimension do we view
Electric signals in our heads,
or cosmic portals seeping through
Wherever this source comes from,
and nobody knows for sure
So many gods and theories,
small wonder life’s obscure
Cryptic forces build reality,
but not readily understood
Dark energy, Higgs fields,
the shape of Genomes in our blood
Crucified by curiosity, because
of our advanced minds
Is the price of being too clever,
really just making us blind
What brings manifestation,
should we look for reason at all
Why not sheer oblivion, how
come an infinite large and small
Born to die is simple, living
forever way too complex
Does truth lie in the medium,
where chosen ones intersect
Where are you Jesus
Where are you Muhammad
Where are you God
Where are you Buddha
Where are you Allah
I’m wide awake,
in this land of nod
By
David Kavanagh
From: The office of Spritual Advisor
Re: God And Country
The 600 pound gorilla in the room
has a name and is coming real soon
They can jive and pussyfoot around
but most folks know He's coming to town
Everything He said is now coming true
at least to soldiers like me and you
They cant hear those four horsemen running
everything they bring has already come in
Can we send those four horsemen back?
Yes sir mister, that's a fact!
The 600 pound gorilla's still in the room
I think He's waiting for an answer from you
Now this aint easy
for some it's too hard
We know about the gorilla
we just can't call him lord
What do you do when you
have a problem like this
One simple answer
you put Him to the test
To put you in office we stood in lines very long
Don't make a mistake and let our country go wrong
From Washington to Bush the message is still faith
so don't give up on God's unfailing grace
The beginning of that faith may be hard
but it will start with these words
"So help me God."