Long Monkeys Poems
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The Sitter
They rushed me in.
I had no time to prepare.
Talk they said.
Entertain.
We will not be... long,
it was a song.
Fear.
My first response.
Prayer,
should have been.
In the end,
adrenalin and panic
gave way to remembered
moments with my own mother.
Shadow puppets on the wall.
A pen to draw...
even more on hands...
All laugh.
All around.
A telephone joke,
that changes as it moves along.
How silly?
A single piece of paper,
turned into a time machine for the fingers,
and a rocket to the moon.
Ripped apart a snowstorm.
Torn apart... coconut strips to feed monkeys,
in the far islands of Coco-mo.
They left to have fun,
but had no idea;
that the real stuff was still at home.
Funny faces,
secrets, and whispers...
whiskers on cats,
and dogs that swim laps.
Life is better here than there.
The beginning,
but never the end.
Delusion comfort and the somn of the routine
Draws sharpness of awareness of yours
Depending on the context of your situation
The habit of the mechanism is tin
That's weird type of force
The conservation
In fact you really don't conserve the monkeys
Maybe you preserve
Linguistics say
Of terminologies the bias of buzzword
The physical the meaning of the word
The real physical the meaning
Hey, look the wordies of the medias of yours
What meaning do conserve you in your writing
In your course
Of the direction
Where is the transformative the point that
Doesn't conserve the suffering and victim
So you may enjoy
Dilemma that of theirs, human's
Of glorifying depths of trauma and the sin
Konserva is in russian language Tin
It's type of package actually the hook
That cannot be unhooked in fact that easy
The real processing is really really hard
But the stupidity and moron fashions of the world
Is easy
We're ceasing bias, lies, desiformation
Specific points, opinions, lifestyles
In these the metrics these are kilometers
In these these measured distance as the miles
*Image of Kamo Tree Lined River by Wik.
being ku in japan - nk
the orient
japanese
rice ferment
one *sake please
mount fuji's
most awesome
kamo tree's
cherry blossom
ruled by the chrysanthemum throne
home to unique unknown
poisonous puffer fish
delicacy fugu
macaque takes from your dish
the snow monkeys they knew
realm mired calamity
calmness ceremonial tea
2022 August 23
*1st Place*
Charlie New-Ku
~~Charles Messina: Judged 2021 October 18
RZ & HMS/PSSC; *Line 4, websites counted (1 syllable) "sake" as in English, not pronounced as Japanese (2 syllables) wine; thus, improvised.
“Monopoly - Fast Track Equations”
Razor sharp cut quite clear
He says Trust
She says Fear
Broken glass and hidden things
He says Respect
She says Trust
Ashes to Ashes
Dust to Dust
Black Lies and Alibis
He says Truth
She says Respect
Innocence is shattered
All the children wept
Steel Cages, Monopoly and Chance Cards
He says Love
She says Lost
Flying Monkeys and Kangaroo Courts
He says Lost
You say, "Here’s the Road Map, I've got the Get Out Free Card"
You get behind the wheel
Take back your soul
Foot to the floor
Keep driving fast, not slow
Pass “GO”, Do not Look Back.
Girlfriend, little sis'ta, you are right on track.
(Lovejoy-Burton/March 2018)
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S71_vIMQ0YY
Silent voices
Acid in eyes
Silence
Raped by suitor
Silence
Burned with kerosene
Silence
No books for women
Silence
Beating wives
Silence
No education for women
Silence
Woman must wear masks
Silence
Women must obey
Silence
Women used and abused
Silence
Honor Killings
Silence
Stoning women for a mans crime?
Silence
Murder for two hearts loving
Silence
A child screams as church bells ring
Silence
Barrel bombs fall like laughing monkeys
On children both small and tall
Silence
Israel treating the wounded of Arab crimes
Silence
I ask you?
Are you a silent one?
“Route 66” (Part 1)
“I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto”, she said
The moral of this story, let us deliver from beginning not end -
When you lie in it,
it’s inevitable, you eventually must wake up and make your own bed.
She thought she was on the Yellow Brick Road all along,
But the Screaming Monkeys had led her far astray, far from Home,
from her normal abode made of Strong
and all that is Fey,
it was clear to anyone watching this was not a normal day.
It was freezing all over this doomed foreign place,
as she walked with each step, tapping out heavy defeat
and the harsh Winter wind blowing it’s bitter words in her face, “Retreat! Now, Retreat!”.
Her heart had gone hard, you see,
ferocious and cold, as her feet pounded the cracks in this road not made from Gold.
She persisted her march full of integrity, grace
but she held on tightly to that big can full of mace.
The place was surrounded by the Forrest of Tricks,
as she faced with certainty,
she was actually now on Route 66,
with thunder and lightening shooting through clouds
ACDC was playing far away, foggy in the background,
“The Highway to Hell”.
(Lovejoy-Burton/Dec 2017)
Mid-autumn sings
Moon cakes and tea;
Pavilion tales
~~~~~~~~~
Moonlight greeting
Window view delight;
Scented aura
~~~~~~~~~
Fireworks sparkle
In soaring flight;
Curious eyes scan
~~~~~~~~~
Glimpses
Skyline outbursts;
Fragrant pursuits
~~~~~~~~~
Breezy revelry
Mid-autumn dance;
Songs tell a story
~~~~~~~~~
Plums and peaches
Harvest of plenty;
Happy times niche
~~~~~~~~~
Moon on the lake
Kisses the earth;
Ephemeral vistas
~~~~~~~~~
Voice in the wind
Wet with sure rain;
Thirsty earth waits
~~~~~~~~~
Clouds in the mist
Airy cool breeze;
Evening descends
~~~~~~~~~
Tea in the shade
Blessings abound;
Harvest ritual
~~~~~~~~~
Mystic moon sits
Distant mountain peak;
Symbol sculpts hope
~~~~~~~~~
Cicada orchestra
Evening interlude;
Laughter persuades
~~~~~~~~~
Lovers greet
Butterfly dreams;
Message of hope
~~~~~~~~~
Moon maiden
Seeks lost lover;
Tears fill the lake
~~~~~~~~~
Reservoir park
Stray monkeys jay walk;
Children retreat
~~~~~~~~~
Dusk flings deep dark
Across the lake;
Distant lights flicker
~~~~~~~~~
Dawn flings sunrise
Sure as daybreak;
Life now attends
Leon Enriquez
24 August 2014
Singapore
Remembering when
Perched high above on rocky crags
Cliffs weathered by times handprints
I saw far and wide to distant shores
Tendrils of desire radiating outwards
Riding the briny mist
Being carried by the breath of the ocean, my constant companion
Hearing the distant voices, the silent tears
The bursts of passion ~ love and loss
I ride the wings of hope and change
Towards the beckoning landscape of
Creation, mystery, and nuance
A vibration fills the air
The quiet chanting of our ancient brothers and sisters
Their words floating in effervescent bubbles
Tinged with melodies so clear
We are one ~ We are here
Let us bathe you in light
Let us heal your wounds
Let us give you hope
We are all mirrors of one another
We share one breath
We are connected like the mycelium under the ground
Our journey is peaceful
Come to us with your pain, your heartache,
Your fear and your loss
We are here to listen
Our ears and hearts are open
You have come to a safe sanctuary to reveal your secrets
Your darkness, your desires, and your bliss
Without judgement
This is a time of renewal
Tiny green hummingbird lays lifeless on the ground
Surrounded by new life
Glittering musical notes sound as
Pink butterflies gather
Gentle wind of wings bringing change
Warm rain falls as we make our way
Through the kaleidoscopes of turquoise, teal, lime and chartreuse
Sunlight reflections
Moss, furry seedlings, and ferns
Intertwine dancing in the shafts of light
A steady illuminated procession
Sweat running down our bodies
We are a train of humanity pushing forward
Through the dense moist jungle
Coming upon a clearing to witness
The newborn baby girl wrapped in velvet greenery
A majestic glowing beacon shining her light
On all of us
Howling
The chatter of monkeys as they scramble down limbs to join us
We feel her heartbeat
We meld into one another seamlessly
Swaying gently in unison
To honor, rejoice and celebrate
Receiving the gift of what it is to be human
Slowly the child is lifted into the air
Aloft on fingertips of joy
The Circle of Life begins
And we return to the simple act
Of loving and giving to one another
Into eternity
You were with me when I needed you
You gave my wearied mind a place to rest
You made me rage when I had no courage
Now you took my courage with you
You dissolved the gates of inhibition
Now you hold the key to liberation
You gave me a coat when all seems bare
Now you make me dependent on you
When you are gone, you leave me bare
You make me race home to your warmth
I try to put you into the bottle
You just won’t go in on command
I’ll be free of you someday, but not today
I’ll titrate you out day by month
I’ll give you what you want for a while
I’ll pull out a seat at my table this month
No more scraps at the kid’s table
I won’t be ashamed of you any longer
You are a guest who stayed too long
I’ll remember how you ran me a bath
How you laid out the box cutter
The house will feel empty without company
Without someone to pour me a glass of wine
I want to feel the clean air friendless
If only you would let go of me first
But, that’s not your nature
So, it must be me that must say good-bye
I’ll give you time to pack your belongings
I’ll see you in every bar room and party
In time, I won’t want to take you home
I won’t want to drink you in
I won’t want to inhale your aroma
I’ll have nothing to do but face the day
I won’t use you as a crutch
I’ll be free from you in time
The shame of our tryst will be lifted
I’ll learn to crawl on all fours alone
The monkeys on my back sent packing
But, my lonely arms won't comfort
Like you
I took my young son to the zoo
Look Mummy do you see that Kangaroo
There’s a Joey peeping from her pouch
If it grows too big does his mum say OUCH!
Young chimps and monkeys made us smile
And we viewed their antics for a while
They swung on ropes and a trapeze
And had fun climbing up the trees
The golden lion roared at us
I didn’t want to make a fuss
But admit I was a little scared
Of the massive teeth the lion bared
Our favourite animals of them all
Were the huge giraffes, they are so tall
I watched one stick out its black tongue
Gosh, I’ve never seen a tongue so long!
We watch penguins out on parade
And fed them fish as we had paid
For lots of food for them to eat
To feed them was son’s birthday treat!
We shared a picnic, then buy ice creams
Son drops his cone, there are loud screams
The vendor sees and says ‘hey birthday boy’
Have another from me, son squeals with joy
Our day out at the zoo was oh such fun
But we had to leave as we had done
All the exciting things we planned to do
On son’s birthday trip to the local zoo
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