Long Rhino Poems
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Never slap a Rattlesnake,
He'll bite you in the Asp.
Grab it behind the head,
And use a gentle grasp.
Never feed a Grizzly Cub,
Cause Mama Bear is near.
She'll easily run you down,
And feed upon your rear.
Never swim with Sharks,
If you've got a bloody nose.
It'll take a healthy bite,
And nibble on your toes.
Never pull a Tiger's tail,
It'll leave a lasting trace.
He'll pounce upon your chest,
And severely claw your face.
Never kick an Elephant,
You'll wish that you were dead.
He'll break up all your bones,
And sit down on your head.
Never smack a Hornet's nest,
With a really hefty stick.
To keep from being stung,
You'd best be very quick.
Never charge a Rhino,
It will go on the attack.
The last thing that you'll feel,
Is a horn go through your back.
Never marry someone Crazy,
It'll put you to the test.
It's the worst thing you can do,
And more painful than the rest.
-Reconnaissance-
The numbers are swallowed whole by contemplation.
Dest orlo ana...
Matadors ride the night with centaurs going full stallion. In the center drafted by a mellow bass of destruction.
Tech savvy as le knight, in thee lead suit. Shining like the radiation of a hare, running from a ravenous hawk.
Talk of a fellow twilight squaller shifted, take the batteries and lick the acid off the plate.
I hate thou reconnaissance, more than an extinct white rhino could imagine.
Focus on dreams and surpass the reserve. The black sheep will have his day to complete said experiment.
Talk is cheep, like a bird learning how to play the piano. Repetitive.
Say hi.
I cannot curse as others can,
I remedy, not hate.
Too well I know that beast in Man
That ever forms their fate.
Didst once we think that reason made
The mortal struggle cease or fade?
So lonesome were we that we sought
To give to dust that weapon, thought?
O, happy gods, who at our ease
May tend to treasures as we please!
Nor never die from hunger’s pain
Nor scratch from others every gain.
Yet mortals, must they struggle well!
Their lesser fighters long since fell.
And if they reason, truth to tell,
‘Tis but to better kill or quell.
Ever trying, ever dying,
Well I know these reasoned beasts!
Nor can I fault their violent vying,
Though they crash through sacred feasts.
And yet I weep, as you do too,
For all that walked or grew or flew
Whose fabled lineage now is through
Through deeds these reasoned mortals do.
The thoughts of gods, the thoughts of men shall take.
So well does reason reason’s ruin make!
And if we speak of reason’s ruin,
Of deserts formed, and forests strewn,
Shall we recall our friends now gone
Whose twilight were these mortals’ dawn?
Those giants whom we rode upon,
The mammoth and the mastodon.
The giant bears, the giant sloth,
Their deaths and others wrought our wroth.
The Irish elk, the rhino furred,
The great marsupials and that bird
Of giant measure, now unheard.
So many passing, we inured
Now watch extinction without word.
How many more before we’ve stirred?
And through the coursing, swirling nights
Go they the way of trilobites.
These species fell to reason’s might:
We gave one beast too sharp a bite.
And thoughtless reason spreads its blight,
As Heaven’s light they use to fight.
So many species slip from sight!
And if these species reached their span
Then add one more, mephitic Man!
I can not hate, I understand.
And yet these mortals must be banned.
we went to disneyland
and you are just transported
give me cobblestones, gas lamps and
a passive-aggressive Iron Man
The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh
the sign states you must be sober to ride
there is a rhino appearing to pierce the backside
of a white, moustachioed man, escaping up a tree
is it real, or is it more of the woozle fever dream
and our guide steve tells us to not panic
give me resplendence, iridescence
a fantasyland train station
kaleidoscopic and free hot chocolate
with purchased ticket
'Goofy will now light up the Christmas tree
and ensure all our wishes come true.'
i need that horse i've backed to come in,
brain tendencies and uncontrollable anger
purchase a 'non-stop 2-Day Fun Ticket'
to enter the park two days in a row
who's driving this flying umbrella?
When I started guarding Najin and Fatu I was twenty-two years young.
I am now sixty-two, and I am worried about my reflexes.
Poachers have never stopped coming.
They are the only predators of the white rhino.
How much longer can they live? My partner Abdul asks me.
Some white rhinos live to be fifty years old, I tell him.
Will you still be guarding them when you are seventy-two?
I do not see why not, I reply. If I have my health.
He is a young buck, and I can see this reply amuses him.
We have had no troubles yet. This is only his second day.
When he has been standing all day in the grassland for forty years
Maybe he will be a little less eager to see a poacher.
Right now, he is waiting, and hoping.
Najin and I meet eyes.
Najin smiles.
Knowing what I am thinking.
Dam! I had trouble fulfilling what I wanted to do in the previous last hour,
All was going well until a few minutes were left and then it went sour.
69 times I slept with a girl (that’s my zodiac sign)
One that didn’t take the pill
Me bit were looking like a crispy pork roast
And all I got was a multiple dose
Of tv, vd, 3v dvd
So, let me see, what shall I do?
Yes! I’ll put on a mask of Osama Bin Laden
And go on tv and say, “You missed Obama, I’m chillin’ in yo back garden.”
Or walk around naked with my rhino horn exposed to the air
And tell everyone it’s the new Armani swimwear
No! I’ll connect every door in me house with an electrical wire
And watch my wife jump of a change to my every desire
Ooh! I’ll go to the most expensive restaurant and eat my fill
Then pay them for it with a twenty-six dollar bill
Dam! I’m paranoid now, Is it my last hour or everyone else too?
I think I wasted me time so for the last minutes I’ll go to the loo...
Here they come with
an iPhone
Go Pro Zv Max
buddies in their ears
bopping to old tracks
dead cat on a mic
push it in yer face
what are you doing, girl?
Tryin’ to turn a trick
earn your Rhino tranq?
Sneakers burning
keeping warm
sleeping standing
got no dorm
Here they come in
their pink puffy
glittering long fat coats
frothy coffee, milk of oats.
Come see the zoo;
we got dead cats, dead rats,
xylazine zombies too
shootings, drive by’s
OD’s, all you need.
It’s killadelphia man
Sleeping in grime
in this here hood
that ain’t no crime
ain’t no good
Here they come with
Their TikTok
YouTube Instagram smirk
Here’s a Dixie buddy
tell me where to shoot.
My girls lost a foot
you wanna see that?
See him lie, see him die
what you gotta film
to get your likes?
influence me
influencer
nothing to see
make a stir
O' world turning among the stars again
from deep darkest fathom to alpine drift,
in shaking mountain ash in molten rain -
in currents and winds and plates that shift.
Afar nomadic wildebeest in legions herd
million dark across an African plain,
and ‘neath the mighty taloned hunting bird
beasts of prey over a great kingdom reign.
See lobtail singing whales depth to shore
beach on the burial sands - and on sea wing
the great ocean albatross the upwinds soar
beyond far blue horizons wandering.
In jungle mist and rain the silverback
mountain gorillas eat leaf, bark and husk -
trophied like the beasts poachers kill and hack
sold for rhino horn and elephant tusk.
To the far ends of a deep frozen paradise
among seal and pup and hunting orca fin -
over egg and young in snow and polar ice
stands huddled the emperor penguin.
In the great southern land on tree and rock
perch the wedge-tail eagle and cockatoo,
loggerhead and leatherback turtle and croc
nest and outback hops the bush kangaroo.
Across prairie and plains the buffalo roam
and howling wolf and coyote lay their lair -
in salmon stream and spring wilderness home
hunt and fish the fearsome grizzly bear.
Our ecosphere of sea, land and sky shine
like the rare wild oyster and cultured pearl,
from snow caps to desert wadi to coastline
our blue planet is a mother of worlds.
Written: November 2001
Their blood is red and hides beneath their skin,
They bleed and scream aloud when they are killed,
We call them beasts, but they are human's kin,
They beg for life when furry skins are peeled.
A bit of kindness is their sole demand
For survival and for a healthy earth.
The rhino who's been slain with an iron brand,
Wanted to play around the fields in mirth.
But now she strives to catch her final breath,
While gasping, panting in futility
Before she dies a slow and painful death,
Without accursing whole humanity.
Her two rare horns beckoned untimely end
To her life, which adorns the woody clime,
While on a stag, sad death still does impend,
His antlers would provoke men commit a crime.
For them this forest air secretly weeps,
I hear the dirge in sobs of shady leaves,
'They'll be extinct', a murmuring voice creeps,
And for lost human kindness mourns and grieves.
Date: 9th June, 2020
Kindness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina Riddle
The Head's
A narrative poem
Lionel Derbyshire
My grandpa is like the mountain
I strive to scribe.
Around a Indian ocean
Of her flat mountain
Twains a head and peak
Of lion and devil
Left and right.
Heft steady her burden.
It weighs rhino strong
Like my grandpa Rhino
The handle of Grandma
It wears a overall of green flora
There serene the mountain sits
Since Methuselah
And watched the many refusal
On how the ship's began to sink.
This the Cape ocean link
A sweeping place where
Rock and cloud meet
On her mountain flat
Labelled Table Mountain.
Growing up waves we always made ..
"Out my way
Flatheads! lay flat"
Grandpa scowls
And rhino bump us
Out his way
"Bless you .. bandit's"
The head whispers afterwards
Grandma would shake her head
To relief he did not drop us
From the mountain top.
Grandpa our lionhead
A headstrong patriarch
Was a devil ..
When you gambled him.
He neverminded
Anyone's business
And like the mountain
Still he sat ..
Watching ship's
Seeking refuge in and out.
He loved us with duty
And never abbreviated this.
We, his little blazer's.
A bridge to him we be.
On many times
Rhino would bark
"O life taste great !"
To a roar with pride
The times when
Grandma brought him chow
This claim she knew
Was his love for her
Right a top
A beautiful mountain
Her heaven on earth.