Witness our depravity
To creatures big and small
Locked up in captivity
To entertain us all
When hunted down and staged
In jungles where they roam
Then quickly bound and caged
And taken from their home
No longer wild and free
They lose their sense of pride
With days of misery
They slowly die inside
As they accept their fate
We revel in their drudgery
What hopeless eyes await
Behind the glass menagerie
'Menagerie'
applied to you and me
on display our humanity
showcased ~ insanity
suburban slumbers
mantelpiece menagerie
dreams of wild places
Tiny voices
Sizzling cola fluorinated acids
Wiggles as worms
Smells liking baby breath
counterfeit
Sweet and sour
cauliflower ears of corn
Resounding screams of unicorns
Catalyst deceiving all believing
Ballerina mistletoe
1/8/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
A Troth of Clouds
David J Walker
That’s the thing about a drought
Clinging to any hint that things are about
to change
That clouds will rearrange their
Formations of the fanciful
floating menagerie of imagination
into an apologue of Storm Clouds
or long soaking gentle rains
(I try but fail to remember the smell
Of moisture mixed with earthy dirt
The textures of the mix of mud
That somehow mixed and created
flesh and blood
on Earth as it is in heaven)
That’s the think about a troth of clouds
Ever changing their minds
she saved a bird
after
he landed
with feet in the air
near
the ceramic bunny —
someone’s brother
(in the garden)
ginger snaps
on her cool desk.
cages upon cages
of snakes
and an orange-cheeked
cockatiel.
i loved to talk
to that bird
“Twhoo, twhoo, twhoo”
the bird was there
in the afternoon
when
almost all
classrooms were dark.
one day they removed
all the fun
from her room
not one gingercrumb was left.
not one
even hinted
cancer
7/10/2020
*Dedicated to a friendly teacher and a little boy
Slaphappy monkeys swinging from trees to trees
Cartwheeling giraffes heads nodding in the breeze
Burly sea lions chasing sperm whales in the seas
A menagerie of animals dancing as they please
Bushmen collecting emporium honey bees,
Whistling cardinals chasing pretty chickadees,
Creatures playing pinnacle, cards upon their knees
Greedy gorillas wondering if their life’s carefree.
her christmas cluster
santa claus menagerie
jolliest decor
Management Style More Like A Menagerie
What we did discover was politician's strategy,
When compared to everything else is contrary;
Loud and clear,
A bum steer;
Management style now more like a menagerie.
Jim Horn
Oh, menagerie, like the song of the Mockingbirds,
forever changing ripples in pellucid water.
My heart beats, chained and caged, yet as wild as your beasts,
unable to escape this emotional circus,
you the Ring Master and I your sad clown.
As vermilion drops infuse the myriad of ache
within my throbbing tumultuous breast,
my luscious ancestral desire for you
weeps fragrant petals for your silky Frangipani skin.
Then I look in your eyes and see the dark of twilight settle.
01/11/2018
The vermilion and sangria sunset sets across the sky,
mockingbirds land gently on barren branches as they fly-
Twilight ascends and all is ebon in the darkened night,
the frangipani bushes glow as the moonlight shines,
pellucid stars sparkle with crystalline and romantic light.
Ripples in the reverie surface the relishing tidal shore,
for it’s always been this aquatic menagerie that I adore-
Ancestral generations of marine animals gather with emotion,
luscious and beautiful angel fish dance under water,
as the night does infuse with affection and sincere devotion.
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January 6th, 2018
As I opened the velvet box
I was suddenly flooded with a wealth of memories...
The smells, the sights, the sounds of a happy childhood almost forgotten...
Tiny rings that used to fit tiny fingers
Gleefully now fit a small princess
Rembrance of a time when Hearts and flowers and unbridled abounded
Carefree, gilded love, recounted
Half of a bosom friend's necklace, the other half belonging to a friendship gone stale and lost over the years
Memories of smiles and tears
Necklaces worn with dresses that led to nights where girlhood was in prime
Feeling like a princess and in love with being in love, sublime.
Reminders of what used be
Of a life lived and the girl that was me.
[indulging in mystical dreams of faeries and nymphs]
Bathed in the pale shafts of moonlight
they float on silent wings, barely
fluttering, soft as a whisper
as they hover inside my room.
Tiny gossamer nymphs snatching
stray moonbeams, flirting, cavorting,
crazily misbehaving - they
glide and dance around my roses.
They may exist only in my
bare dream moonscape, mere creations
lurking in cobwebs of the brain
as conscious mind embraces dark.
I welcome sleep that gives them life
before misty dawn rushes in
my menagerie of flowr's and fruits
theirs alone to feast in moonlight.
@jjote posted 06/23/2016
Hungry Bird
bobbin
robin
Spewing out Babies
fertile
turtle
Caught in the Rain
soggy
doggy
Loved Pet
pretty
kitty
Bigger Bird
sturdy
birdie
Angry Bovines
cattle
battle
Written: 3/3/16
Twilight fuels fireflies;
as they flash in the night.
And moths court fire's flame,
enamored with its light.
As a scarlet sun sets,
female mosquitoes thirst.
And buzzing Dusk, they swarm,
vying for who'll bite first.
Silence is broken by
a cricket's eerie shrill.
And a cicada's chirp,
haunts the night like a chill.
When Dawn breaks, Sol rises,
flooding the sky with light.
And butterflies flutter,
to every bloom in sight.
Green grasshoppers soon stir,
jumping wildly about.
And ants start scavenging,
finding new trails to scout.
Summer's menagerie,
is neither good nor bad.
Yet they thrive amidst us,
and I, for one, am glad.
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