Long Sloths Poems
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This is when the old and the young,
beasts and confraternal drunks
damn the consequences of death
lying porous on crossroads upon
bifurcated paths, fractured junctions
and ceremonial cul-de-sacs...
The time is immaterial,
so long as the traffic lights — the veggie-green,
the claret, and the urine-amber —choose their slow
blinking and rapid-eyelid movement carefully.
And moon might decide not to power its own light.
Tenebrous tracks then fill our eyes with the age of
sea monsters blinded by charcoal waves.
Need I hail the neon signs of bordellos!
And the city’s restless constellations!
They sparkle with rage and with the brio of rioting stars,
thus adding celestial films to our already overloaded eyes....
But that’s another story.
C’mon... we are no Deer or Asahel descendants!
Closely related to sloths, millipedes and snails,
we drag our feet, which in turn drag the volumes of
stupidity in us, aggravated by drams and midnight parties
held between a flowing weekend and a stagnant Thursday.
The Jungle
Kevin Davis 2026
Walking in the dark jungle,
The air is warm and moist.
Around are vines that tangle.
Sounds are quiet, but voiced.
What is in this site so eerie?
My thoughts are endless,
Snakes, spiders I am leery,
But carry on, I am ceaseless.
Something strolls in the canopy,
Monkees, sloths, I do hope,
My mind thinks danger, no laxity.
My eyes ever ready keep the scope.
I hear a growl in near distance;
My weapon rises, forward and ready,
I choose a path for my existence,
Yet press ahead, leery and still ready.
Soundless as I could, I moved ahead;
Wet leaves brushed me — things that fled.
More stirring sounds filled heart and head;
I listened close, eyes forward, stead.
There in the dark before me, something moved.
I tried to blend with jungle’s form,
Kept my gaze fixed, my body unmoved,
As another armed shape fought the thorn.
An enemy more deadly than my worst fear,
Stood lingering there, unaware.
I held my breath as wind brushed near —
Did he sense that whisper in the air.
Suddenly, much closer now, a roar —
I held like stone, no movement made.
From the corner of my eye, a boar
Burst through the brush, its tusk a blade.
It struck my foe; his scream tore air,
Blood leapt bright upon the ground.
I raised my weapon, sighted there,
And squeezed — releasing one clean round.
My target down, the jungle stilled.
With cautious steps I moved ahead.
Neither man nor boar moved both killed,
Their bodies wildly twisted, newly dead.
I reached the scene of sudden war,
A flood of blood on the jungle floor.
I nudged each form with weapon’s bore,
Ensuring threat remained no more.
The boar was dead and moved no more.
Laid on its stomach, my bullet there.
From my enemy rose a faint rough snore,
I knelt upon the jungle floor laid bare.
I found his wound and pressed to slow the blood,
I reached for my pack, snagging my first aid pack,
Pulled out gauze and tape to stay the crimson flood.
A Patch secured, though hope he still did lack.
He stirred a bit, speaking excitedly,
His language one I barely knew.
I answered softly, speaking words quietly.
I wondered how to get us through this hell.
Peace-filled like pigeons,
Solemn like sloths,
Composed like cranes;
Swift, like saints and sages,
Or like hills and mountains,
Freed of pains...!
Relaxed like lambs,
Focused like cranes,
Free, like, butterflies;
Keeping the inner mind,
Like an innocent child,
Devoid of lies…!
Taking slow-slow steps,
Breathing gently, fully,
Enjoying every sphere;
Be hills or mountains,
Be vales or plains,
Feel that heaven's here...!
Mindful like Zen saints,
Meditative like monks,
Being in the present;
Being calm,
Like lotus in a calm pond,
Or like hyacinth most fragrant...!
No anger or anxiety,
Beautiful as blue sea,
Still waters flowing in;
Coping with calamities,
Leaping over highest hurdles,
Zeal and zest pouring-in...!
Touch your heart,
Search that's lost,
Feel the find-feeling;
Calm calls for conversion,
Transformation,
Absolute resurrection...!
16 January 2022
Walk through the jungle, and realize how calm and silent the day can be.
Creatures of every kind roam, big and small, venomous and dangerous, each defined by their nature. Yet peace still exists.
Recently...in times of growth, our interests may differ. But do interests really matter?
Groups can be fun, yet the smallest things may pull you away.
An impala ram, you are cast out for being a misfit.
If you stay alone, you may feel vain or lonely; though not a weakness.
Some escape into games, movies...accrual of interest.
Yet an innocent soul, this is but a general mystery.
Amid all the haste and noise, you find comfort in solitude,
Sailing the seas of imaginations, where sirens and stars guide the way.
Explore your interests. Your silence and honesty are not invitations to be exploited.
Buffaloes move in herds, lions in prides, yet lonely sloths and solitary bears still thrive.
Stay true to yourself as long as you don’t lose your way.
Your skin fits best, why wear a borrowed cloak?
A lion will always find prey, no matter the economy of the jungle, it never eats grass.
Be yourself.
Truly, birds of the same feather flock together. We are what we can’t let go of and what can’t let go of us.
Why do zebras and ostriches graze together, yet lions and leopards rarely hunt side by side?
Respect others' kingdoms.
Gazelles fear their predators, yet they still go out to feed. Don’t be afraid to live.
For coming-of-age, life is tough, but its fuel is how you choose to live it.
Anacondas crush to pieces
Bisons sport long shaggy hair
Cheetahs are the fastest species
Dolphins leap into the air
Elephants have large incisors
Fennec foxes, ears like Spock
Great white sharks unnerve the divers
Hyenas are laughing stock
Indris is a type of monkey
Jaguars are fast and strong
Kangaroos are tall and clunky
Llamas' necks are rather long
Mandrills have red-bottomed features
Newts can grow an extra limb
Ostriches are speedy creatures
Polar bears just love to swim
Quetzels are ablaze with colour
Rattlesnakes subdue their prey
Sloths show life could not be duller
Tawny owls sleep through the day
Uakaris have red faces
Vultures scavenge on the go
Wild boar live in diverse places
X-ray tetra brightly glow
Yaks lock horns when in a fight
Zebras' coats are black and white
Now you'll know just who is who
When you visit London zoo.
22.02.20
Abecedarian Contest Poetry Contest - sponsor Caren Krutsinger
Abc Contest Poetry Contest - sponsored by Allright Poet
Labouring like ants and bees, humans of goodwill gather
Being sloth-filled like sloths, does one have the right to scatter?
With nobleness, each being should acknowledge the other
If one fails to hail the other, will the other bother?
Those who help others in the accomplishment of mission
Those who join their neighbours in their battle against Satan
Such as these would follow you, carrying daily crosses.
Sharing each of your gains, they would also share your losses.
Humans, in their conspiracy to mar others, blasphemed
Forgiving these, towards them, your forgiveness unfastened
As scorpions and snakes venom those who try to save them
Their abhorrence towards those who saved them was at its helm.
Why should one oppose the truth and chock another's graces?
To be saved, should one roam holy places after places?
A moment so precious as they stand and await
Bands that will unite them from their very first date
Coupled to union amidst family and friends
Detours and paths life to their adjoined intend
Everlasting their love as they commit to their vows
For soon two become one as they wantingly wow
Guests adorn gifts as they delightfully praise
Hands on glasses as to the air they do raise
Invitations so polite to the dance floor they go
Joining this couple shouldering their dance slow
Kissing in public now viewed by many eyes
Loving now shared seeing flowergirls cry
Music aplenty as their night flows with notes
Notable family reunions from those so remote
Organised tables introducing family and friends
Pleasing in today's world when happiness sends
Qualities now announced by the parents of she
Requirements to allow he, for they to be thee
Smiles now abound as they thank their guests
Tomorrow's their future for tonight they won't rest
Unlike their yesterday's for their morn they're anew
Voicing they'll be so adhesive in their grew
Wedded this two spread on marital cloth
Xenarthra we won't be, hands faster than sloths
Yes we all thank you here on our special day
Zapping your energy, bow our heads, let us pray
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I once had that Afro hair you now rock, oh yes i once had it.
Not in the 40s, not in the 50s but in the summer of the dark age. I was a pretty little thing, A fish and oh yes i swimmed all waters.
My blackness got it strength from that Afro hair, not the wigs you rock now that has no shadow under.
My Afro hair.
I rocked it in front of the mirror and it sent messages to the slave masters that i have scribbled their skeletons on my wall.
My Afro hair.
I rocked it in the club and a white brother got the message that liberty needs a glass.
My young Africans.
You rock your Afro hair in front of sloths, drink wild, your winks die and you lie you represent the liberation party.
My young Africans.
In the summer of the dark age i was among the black panthers, we pounced on herods and never wore another skin.
My young Africans.
How do you rock your Afro hair?
What do you make of the coco butter inside your skin?
Oh what an ebony skin you got.
My young Africans.
I'm Sekani
Without Reason and Without Cause
Doodle around and then relax;
then doodle some more and pass.
And hope tomorrow won’t hide the sun,
though your course already has run.
Cease this whimsical nonsense
—liberate and act, not the fool,
but prove your genius,
and defy the character of rule.
I withheld truth and capitulated;
without reason and without cause.
And abetted false narrative,
and now life is questionable?
Like a tree frozen in winter,
yielding fruit rotten on the branch;
in punishment, my mind crawls
through slums where I tell everyone,
“Chump change. I was never important.
Let them pirouette in my face.
Hasta la vista! (Until we meet again!)”
Investigators cordon off the area
speaking in broken English,
“The facts speak for themselves.”
Sloths, like their animal predecessors,
welcome closure after the occurrence.
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Notes:
Reasonable suspicion is more or less a hunch or guess without substantial evidence that a crime has the appearance of having been committed and justifies further investigation.
Probable cause is the logical conclusion after observation or investigation, supported by facts and circumstances, that a crime has been, is being, or will be committed.