Madagascar is home to the weird
strange inhabitants found nowhere else
on this planet or thousands of others
tenrecs scatter themselves among the vegetation
They have a reputation for being striped or plain
some might have spots or ruffles
Tenrecs are diverse, some looking like hedgehogs
others evolving with different traits
they evolve into strange looking creatures
based on their habits and habitats
I see something scurry away under a vine
It may have been a tenrec
Categories:
madagascar, animal,
Form: Free verse
Wild life some guard with their last drop of blood,
Save God should want to waste it with fierce flood:
I have in mind white men, sometimes, funny,
Quick to buy strange theatre with money…
Arrest and imprisonment for poachers.
They would no longer sell to keen butchers;
Hard labor behind bars as teacher;
When one is out Criticizing Preacher…
Earth’s Richest Wild Life: Madagascar!
Black wounds inflicted on her White Man’s Scar,
White worries over wild life Extinction,
Quite happy to, here, make a distinction…
His posture lesson-rich revelation:
One does not risk vague regeneration.
Sure, he is watching Nigeria’s Game Reserve
And could fight for what their members deserve:
Neatly, his clamors for Animal Rights
Killers’ daily intrusions mandate flights!
Yet, the wildlife whites like, to some a knife:
A giraffe at noon enjoying tall life
Before dark losing it to lion’s strife:
A pride of them killing both him and wife!
Categories:
madagascar, animal, appreciation, creation, education,
Form: Rhyme
I
The elders speak of a special healer
In their times of trouble
Their country was overrun by "others"
And women and children felt frustrations
Men could not vent upon Occupiers
In their slavery to others, cruelty ruled
And one widow, or outcast wife, suffered
More than others. she had a disease
Not leprosy, yet cast out: Don't touch me!
She heard of the special healer, saw Hope
Waited day after day to find a way to him
II
The healer had no qualms touching & praying
With, and for, the castaway, wrapped in blood
She followed the healer to the end, gratitude
Is easy if you are an exile, the worst "other"
Many were healed, men were taught duties
Of real family men, forgiven but instructed
As best teachers practice: message from High On
Only this Woman came to the Healers tomb
Because elites and blessed people are hard
They lose Ubuntu, humanity & civilization easily
But celebrate stories from Madagascar, Mali, Maya --
Because they do not have a stake in strange places
If the healer is called Jesus, some people turn purple
Categories:
madagascar, 12th grade, analogy, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Madagascar where did you go
For weeks you came to my picnic
My sanctuary
Unceremoniously and unwanted
And mostly uninvited
Like the proverbial red ants
Like a lover I once knew
Everyday ... there you were
A lemur
A chameleon
Perched on my blanket of poetry
Staring with those curious eyes
Yearning for validation
And perhaps a future visit
I must admit you're a nuisance
A pop-up, a laugh, a nightmare
For weeks on end I saw your faces
Burning in my memory
Trolled and uncontrolled
Now that you're gone
I look out the window
I imagine lions, giraffes, and rhino's
Running wildly towards my picnic
connie pacheco
10/20/22
Note-for weeks on end, I would come to this site and be inundated with ads. The Madagascar ad takes the cake. Lately it's gotten worse.
Categories:
madagascar, change, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Take me to Madagascar, I said.
The time travel machine turned a brilliant red.
Pushed down hard on the acceleration ped,
We were soon at Archipelago’s head.
I thought these animals were all dead.
Said Cousin Pete, who is totally unread.
Did not know where to start, where to first tread.
Madagascar is an adventure, better than bread.
Saw a strange creature very well-fed,
It began to chase our chief engineer, Zed.
Never did like him, said first mate named Fred.
We heard screams coming from office of Ed.
I bedded down with Joe, of whom I am wed.
Others were screaming; we were quiet instead.
Next morning Ed said he would take over job of Ned.
We decided that night to sleep in the shed.
Tracked animals wherever they led.
Monkey-like beings had created a bobsled.
Photographer greeted them, his name was Ted.
That night we heard more screams – was it Fred?
They’ve got Zed, Ned, and Ted, said the bobsled.
A talking bobsled? And one when cut also bled?
We ran to the spaceship, whose lights were blinking red.
And never spoke of Madagascar again; a sad sorry thread.
Categories:
madagascar, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Monorhyme
An old nincompoop from Madagascar
Bought a jalopy and entered NASCAR
He avoided the crashes
Drove around all the smashes
Too bad he bought a slow not a fast car
The race over, the old fellow was sad
To finish in last place hurt him real bad
Then a girl gave him a kiss
You can't imagine his bliss
The poor fool war-whooped and hollered like mad
March 01, 2021
Two Limericks - Let's have some Fun! Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Syllable Counts 10 - 10 - 7 - 7 - 10 each stanza
Checked on Poetry Soup Syllable Counter
Categories:
madagascar, age, car, kiss, silly,
Form: Limerick
Madagascar land
rich island of true wild lives
land of rare wonders
Categories:
madagascar, adventure,
Form: Senryu
"Madagascar Sky"
When Kusi becomes Kaskazi,
Mozambique current sings,
My ship will so then fly,
Toward a Madagascar sky.
I'll run her 'cross waves gone lost,
Come from far offshore.
Down such coast no man has seen,
Here nor e'er before.
Songs a'feather bow to weather,
Beneath a silken sky.
Sail down to Cape or 'round,
To adventure now fast bound.
Keel well atop deep reef,
Cold o'night from heat relief.
When Kusi becomes Kaskazi,
Mozambique current sings.
SeaWolf
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Categories:
madagascar, sea
Form: Rhyme