Long Penguin Poems
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The little penguins march along the ice
Battling against them
The might of the long winter’s crisis
The small ones under their mother’s bellies they crawl
Into a world of cold, their eyes opened
Marching weeks and months
Just to find
Some miracle rough food
The mothers and children stay
The fathers leave
Walking and marching for miles
And in between
The Crisis changes into the worse
Where the large bird descends
Toward the small penguins
The ones who have mothers
Run to them
While other shield themselves
By squeezing tightly together
As the merciless bird strikes
Some mange to run
While finally one is caught
In the ugly beast’s claws
And eventually gets eaten cruelly…
And when the dads come
Some find their sons
While others
Just endure another crisis similar
And for some
The dad recognizes his son
By his or her song
And beautifully they unite again
The father, mother, son
Stand
Together, proud and remarking
How beautiful their son is
And patiently the season changes
Summer comes, the ice melts
In the water they splash and swim
Day by day
All of the small penguins
Grow up
Their parents leaving them to a path of their own
They march again
How significant and enduring
I can’t describe how
A penguin really suffers…
Today-July 17, 2026, I wish to give every parent a list of songs and poems with great character building advice and admonitions which you should encourage your children to listen or read.
These to me, in my most humble opinion the world's most influential and positive songs and poems ever.
These were all divinely inspired compositions.
Songs
Chalkdust- We Is We-Identity
Chalkdust- Cultural Heritage.
Valentino-Life is a stage
Beckett-Hezekiah.
Lord Cam-Message of Goodwill.
Any Williams-The Impossible Dream.
Gayle Caldwell also Frank Sinatra-Cycles.
Joni Mitchell also Neil Diamond-Both Sides now.
Les Crane-Desiderata-poem written by Max Ehrman.
The Black National Anthem.
English Nationalistic Song-I Vow to Thee My Country.
The Beatles-Let It Be.
The Byrds- Turn , Turn.
Lord Cam- Fret Not.
Lord Cam-Cultural Hypocrisy.
Lord Shorty-Who God Bless.
Lord Shorty-Watch Out My Children.
Lord Shorty-That Ain Good Enough.
The Hymn-It is well with My Soul.
King Starshield-Vicious Circle.
King Starshield- Justice On De Ole Hog.
Calypso Franco-We Ready
Calypso Joe-A Nation To Build
Observer-Patriot.
Andre Crouche -The Lord Is My Light
Sammy Davis Jr- I've Gotto be Me
Lord Cam-I Believe in Me.
Frank Sinatra/Tom Jones/ Paul Anka-My Way
Glen Campbell- I will Pass this way but once.
Glen Campbell- Less Of Me.
Glen Campbell- Try A Little Kindness.
Tom Jones/ Dionne Warwick- What The World Needs Now
Bruce Hornsby And The Range-The Way It Is
Phil Collins-Another Day In Paradise.
Peter Tosh-Equal Rights
Bob Marley-War
Bob Marley-Rat Race
The Hollies/Neil Diamond-He Aint Heavy He's My Brother.
Bill Withers-Lean On Me.
Peter Tosh -Lessons In My Life.
Penguin-What Sweet In Goat Mouth.
Peter Tosh -Stand Firm
Matthew Wilder-Nobody gonna break my Stride.
King Starshield-The Good Man.
Billy Preston-That's The Way God Planned It.
Elton John-Circle Of Life.
Poems
Rudyard Kipling-If
The Serenity Prayer.
Lord Cam-Advice To The Young.
Lordd Cam-Rules or Priniciples to Live by.
Lord Cam-The Secrets to Happiness.
Lord Cam-Lord Cam's List.
Lord Cam- I am a Deep Thinker.
Lord Cam-The Life To Live.
In Addition
Martin Luther King Sermon/Speech-On The Drum Major Instinct.
Martin Luther King Jr- Sermon/Speech- On The Good Samaritan.
It was just this morning. That it was.
At the table there sat only three.
There was Tux, the foam Linux penguin.
The others were my oatmeal and me.
I never do tire of oatmeal.
But the penguin was growing old.
I stared at its unmoving face
As my oatmeal began to get cold.
The face on this penguin companion,
Which ten years on my table had been,
Speaks with remarkable eloquence
Despite its immovable grin.
I found my thoughts drifting to boyhood
To my grandmother’s green backyard
Where I gathered and ate fallen walnuts,
Eating insides, the shells to discard.
From that walnut tree, a rope swing hung
That could lift you to clouds in the sky.
From the world below, it made you free.
Like an eagle, it helped you to fly.
To sky I’d climb from wine grapes below.
The magic swing would descend and rise.
To its rocking reeling rhythm and rhyme,
Plans and dreams would emerge and arise.
As that swing left the orbit of earth
Making people the size of small fleas,
So, too, I would leave for strange lands afar
And sail away across distant seas.
One day, I would be a brave hero -
And defeat villains, nefarious,
And with help from my trusty sword, I’d be
Extricated from jams, precarious.
When I could, I’d refrain from violence,
And peacefully take Billy the Kid.
Then, I’d be off to the world’s other side
To the Taj Mahal and the Great Pyramid.
I’d go to London and Paris
And see artworks of beauty and grace
And resplendent castles of kings and queens
And one day marry a princess named Grace.
“Wait a second”, interrupted the penguin.
“You never did that or any such thing,
Before or after that conference
From whence me to this table you’d bring”.
This penguin had the nerve to tell me,
“It’s junk heap time for you and your sword”.
So, I tossed him in the recycling bin
Along with my flattened cardboard.
On the ice where the cold winds blow,
A group of penguins put on a show.
With flippers that flap,
And feet that tap,
They danced in the moonlight's glow.
In tuxedos black and white,
They waltzed all through the night.
With a slide and a glide,
And a spin to the side,
Their moves were quite the sight.
They boogied to the beat of the drum,
Twirling on icebergs just for fun.
With a hop, skip, and jump,
They would thump, thump, thump,
Until the morning sun.
So if you ever feel blue,
Just think of the penguin crew.
With a dance and a prance,
In their icy dance stance,
They'll bring joy to you too!
Penguin's Dream
The Penguins were busy,
In their joyous dance,
Like teenagers, who get lost,
In their first love and talks. 01
Love was shining brightly,
In their lustrous lovely eyes,
And the Joy of love was splashing,
In every steps of their dance. 02
Amazed by their beauty in grace,
I felt a rhythm of joy in their mood,
As if, I too was in tune with them,
With a pinch of love, sprouting in me. 03
Age, in those beautiful moments,
Had no longer remain a barrier for me,
Waves of joy we're touching the sky, and
My mind was in dance with those Penguins. 04
Those beautiful birds were moving like Kings & Queens,
Without fearing for yesterday and tomorrows,
Penguins were looking towards their soul mates with love,
Enjoying completely the moments, they were breathing. 05
They all were still in muttering mood,
In their joyful dance of love and singing,
Penguins continued their alluring dance,
Away, quite far away from me. 06
Suddenly a big cold splash gave me a jolt,
And I found, I was only dreaming Penguins,
Unknowingly I too was floating on waves,
With some of my early age Penguin dreams. 07
Ravindra
Kanpur India 27th May 2012
Protected under the copy write provisions of Poetry Soup as per US laws.
I owe a thanks to my friend BillytheKidster for his Photo on Penguin, which gave birth to this Poem.
I know how it feels to be crucially tormented,
Experiences in hell were ferociously augmented.
Sizes and shapes are tops of their gossips,
Darkest words people utter are so like but eclipse.
They secretly laugh and talk about your weight,
Don’t be so anxious because this is not your fate.
Whenever they mock you for being such a penguin,
Be as proud as I am because you are going to grin.
The real issue of life is not about your bulkiness,
Confidence inside is the boost of your gladness.
Speak it now even though you are really hurt,
Don’t let those stupid let you go now in to blurt.
Just stay what you are and keep everything calm,
You’re a priceless cutie tot who can’t be so numb.
Let those fatty words of your friends all fired up,
Prove to all those bullies that they are all tapped out.
Form:
My love is like an Owl
Knowledgeable and deep and wise
My love is like the Raven
With magic behind its eyes
My love is like an Eagle
Its lineage crowned most high
My love is like a Lark
So swift and scarce and shy
My love is like the Peregrine
Soaring silent above the hill
My love is like the Dove
Spreading peace and good will
My love is like the Stork
Bringing life so fair and bright
My love is like the Sparrow
It’s intuition for life’s fading light
My love is like the Albatross
Floating high on fair winds
My love is like the Crow
The darkened portent that it sends
My love is like the fabled Tern
Crossing continents the status quo
My love is like the Penguin
With its tuxedo in the snow
My love is like the Mynah
Able to sing any song or say
My love is like the Rooster
Heralding each brand new day
But most of all my love is like the Lovebird
Her loving song oft heard
That perfect pair to my person
And the inspiration for these words
Silently awaken to the beating of the heart
Suddenly my tummy dances butterflies
Thoughts accompany the silent night.
My body burns with passion and sadness
Anguish and guilt laugh at me
My frozen heart has been warmed
Couldn't hold back even though I knew that you were trouble
Your arms assured me safety
The few minutes spent by your side, I felt like a chick that has learned to fly
Dearly beloved, why did you come when yet you couldn't stay
You woke something in me, that makes my heart limp at your sight.
My ignorance of the "L.O.V.E" world has been wrecked
I had been a lost penguin in the Sub-Sahara
A camel in the Greenland.
I hid away from looking into your eyes afraid to never be able to erase the glad eye
I pretend not to care,like nothing happened but my heart bleeds.
It's worth a minutes' dream but divisible reality.
In a split second you were gone and my fingers felt cold without your cuddle.
Two penguin parents and their chick
Are bringing people ‘round
To ogle at their lifestyle
And the happiness they’ve found.
Australians are delighted
At the airing of this tale
For the parents, Sphen and Magic,
Are both penguins who are male.
Their obvious affection
Led their keepers to decide
To entrust them with an egg
Neglectful parents did provide.
They built a nest and alternated
Sitting ‘til it hatched,
Each spending near a month, a time
No other penguins matched.
Though humans often battle
Over whether gays should wed,
They should look to Sphen and Magic,
Seeing what their love has bred.
You are welcome to share this poem for noncommercial use and dedicate it to your favorite mother, but please credit the author if you share it on social media or elsewhere …
Mother’s Smile
by Michael R. Burch
There never was a fonder smile
than mother’s smile, no softer touch
than mother’s touch. So sleep awhile
and know she loves you more than “much.”
So more than “much,” much more than “all.”
Though tender words, these do not speak
of love at all, nor how we fall
and mother’s there, nor how we reach
from nightmares in the ticking night
and she is there to hold us tight.
There never was a stronger back
than father’s back, that held our weight
and lifted us, when we were small,
and bore us till we reached the gate,
then held our hands that first bright mile
till we could run, and did, then flew.
But, oh, a mother’s tender smile
will leap and follow after you!
I have dedicated this poem to my mother, Christine Ena Burch, and my wife, Elizabeth Harris Burch. Published by TALESetc, Famous Poets and Poems, Poems for Big Kids (anthology), Victorian Violet Press, Better Than Starbucks, Promosaik (Germany), Pour Femme (Italy), Korean Palmers, JIT Jaipur (India), Inspirational Stories and Care2Care; also Penguin Books Valentine’s Day Contest Winner and included in the Children of Gaza song cycle by composer Eduard de Boer. Keywords/Tags: Mother, Mothers, Mothers Day, family, children, love, compassion, tenderness, encouraging, encouragement, selflessness, sacrifice, comfort, hugs, kisses, smile, smiles
Love has a gentle grace
by Michael R. Burch
for Beth on Mother’s Day
Love has a gentle grace; you have not seen her
unless you’ve looked into your mother’s eyes
and seen her faith
—serene, composed and wise—
that you’re the center of her very being
(as once, indeed, she carried you inside.)
Love has no wilder beauty than the thought
that you’re the best of all she ever sought.
(And if, perhaps, you don’t believe my song,
can your mother be wrong?)