I see your lips moving.
Can't hear what a word you're saying.
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
A long tailed monkey
black as polished ebony
shrieked in frantic scrabbling
at the grey mouth
of a silver pouch
and danced on braided rope
with the paunchy pig
to hypno strains
on the gilded harp
plucked by geisha girls
hair bouffant and clasped
in shells and iridescent combs.
marauding foxes
mutilating fruit
minutemen mischief-makers
marching upon us
pick our pockets
laugh at our loss
“No mangoes for sale”
maimed, mangled, mashed
sweetness shamed
to death
ants and gnats feasting
off illicit mango chutney
sly scamps
evade
like Bolt-pace
their intake
of fruit sugars
insufficient for catching
robust diabetes
enfeebling the fiends
abducting limbs, or a pedactyl
soulful eyes stare with jeers
sailing
mimicking
bold breezes
through the trees
as I could never
in the canopy of my Caribbean youth
under mother's God-eye
girls outclimbed me
wearing puffy petticoats
and cumbersome cornrows
to perpetrate petite thefts
of mangoes
Here's where I left behind
Back in time
Trying to find
What's in Monkeys mind
In 2006, 08
Or maybe 09
And the years grow longer
The deeper I ponder
What's in Monkey's mind
And Father time
Not being so Kind
Not wasting no time
Trying to find
What's in Monkeys mind
Here is where I return
In the year of 2021
To show to the world what I've learned
All this time
Trying to find
What's in Monkeys mind
Deep inside the darkest part of Monkey's mind
I'll come to find
That time
is never wasted
If you're wasted
All the time
So we don't have time
For your little mind
To grasp the fact
Life's about death
How fast we can die
And just for that fact
I like my mind right where was at
Because time
is never wasted
If you're wasted
all the time
So if you Don't mind
I will take this time
And smoke this dime
As I try to find
What's in Monkeys mind
once a wise monkey named stan
dreamt of becoming a man
so to fool all the rest
taped a note to his chest
my wife use to date tarzan.
Monkey business is pure fun filled play
Tricking and chatting throughout the day
Climbing banana trees their own way
If you invade them try to be merry and gay
If you do not, they will chase you away.
If you are silly and cute they may let you stay.
They let interlopers visit every other Tuesday.
Want to go with me? What do you say?
testing boundaries already ~ he's not yet two
AP: 1st place 2025
Submitted on January 30, 2019 for contest PITHY PANTS sponsored by MAUREEN MCGREAVY - RANKED 3RD
Is free verse poetry or 'falutin name for prose,
In truth, perhaps, more saunter in the park?
A tawdry muse that's dressed in Sunday's store-bought clothes,
A mud locked boat aspires to be an ark,
An uncut diamond lacking heart or ring,
A song, perhaps, no troubadour can sing?
Not saying here that prose can never serve an end,
Not all (of value) shines the same as gold.
And time has proven lucky agate is a friend
If marble competition's all that's rolled,
If you've a thought (you'd like to live in time),
You'll never do much better than a rhyme.
Ten thousand monkeys taught to type (if they are game),
Might write this poem (should bananas hold),
But I would argue long and hard it's not the same,
Before the verse get's found, might Hell be cold?
Their output also steeped in monkey dew:
I'm not that keen on any verse! Are you?
Long Tooth
April 20, 2018
Monkey Business
The monkey’s brother said: “Mom’s gonna have a fit”
The giraffe replied “I’ve got the ring he must commit.”
They looked at her and said “WOW”
They looked at him and said “HOW”
He answered: “My brother put me up to it.”
John G. Lawless
8/25/2017
It's a blockade I hate.
It always gets in the way
of progress I want to make.
Absent, I feel trapped.
Can't escape, can't fade away.
Unable to evade, I am afraid.
I fight the battle every day.
.......What more can I say?
-Angel Fatale-
Mind and heart know the way of flow,
Opt to receive the grace of zest;
Now sense the glow of love that shows,
Keep and achieve your affluent best;
Eye with delight bliss with sure ease,
Yes dare to seek blessings most grand.
Bright words spark sight of scented peace,
Urge your bold peaks in joy's lifespan;
Sights and sounds swirl and call you now,
Indulge the heart with happy days;
Niche then your world with fond endow,
Expand fine start through rainbow rays;
Set your mind clear with faith that grounds,
Soar beyond fear to peace profound.
Leon Enriquez
09 February 2016
Singapore
Monkey Business
The bear was quite happy,
or so it seemed, alone in a
damp, cold, gray stone den.
Until the children on a trip
visited the zoo. Riotous, noisy,
and unsupervised bullies all
jeering at the bear, throwing
peanuts and insults at this
hulking, lonely, beast.
Cowering amid the debris
he rails against the onslaught
his roar awakening,
weakly at first, then fueled
by an instinctual rage,
his innate desire to be free.
The monkeys, acrobatic
cheerleaders, urge the
bear to action while
preparing their own
response to the mob
of neatly dressed cowards.
John G. Lawless
As the girl went up stairs and entered the hall
Having lightened her cares she began to stall
Still a bit unsure and really wanting to know
She opened up Dad's door a little hesitant though
So now of Dad she would ask where we had come from
But that was a simple task like just adding up the sum
From apes of course he said and honey we evolved
So confused in her head having the problem become unsolved
Running back down to the parlor as mom went outside
Giving such a loud holler mom thought someone had died
What is it my dear what has gotten you so upset
Now come over here and tell me what has beget
You said I was God's Creation and I was so special and unique
But Daddy said it's like an equation, even though apes couldn't speak
Looking up at the blue sky and then setting her daughter on her knee
With a little sigh saying, I was speaking about my side of the family
Monkeys were never us;
our entrance is more than theory.
I came standing erect and complete.
The dust was to indulge (except of the tree)
in the place provided, where the voice walked
in the cool of the day.
Leopards and lambs,
like Puppy Yellow
and the calico moving balls of yarn;
the fallen, like a snake,
wooed the woman that queried
and she went away towing her husband.
I am out of character, image,
likeness of the Divine
whose flood sculpted mountains and isles,
there, dividing men
and painted them
in new colors with freezing fingers.
Sasquatch, your blurred trace,
speaks loud of the instrument now used.
Of me Ibrahim was assured.
The pyramids are mathematics the God teaches;
their wisdom raised the boulders
(the two Gods that share the Spirit).
I mosey through a sea to be here;
this point where they are history?
Monkeys were never us. If so,
who limits the fruition? I still see them
tree-hopping.
I am Enoch walking with him,
lodging far afield the daughters of men.
I occur with an enormous bang
far superior to a hypothesis.
There was a fine monkey from Peru
Who hated the zoo’s vegetable stew.
So to get a banana
He’d turn **** to camera
and they'd throw him a banana or two!
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