Orang Poems | Examples

A Tiger In My Trifle

[Just once in a while, I try to write a child friendly
Poem which doesn’t end up as a horrific gore-fest...
This is one such attempt...]


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There’s a tiger in my trifle, there’s a seahorse in the queue
Not sure about a café with a coypu in the stew
The polar bear just over there is chasing a gnu
Six penguins just got flattened by a manic kangaroo

The keeper’s got a net, he says I’ll catch the pelican
Can he catch the pelican? No-one knows how well he can
A chimpanzee is wearing clothes and strutting like a man
He’s blowing noisy kisses to the old orang-utan

The seals are in the pond causing lots of fuss and dramas 
A strange turn of events because they’re eating the piranhas
The gorilla who would often spend all day eating bananas 
Is making Tarzan noises as he tries to ride the llamas 

The rhino’s gone out through the gate, he just got on a bus
He couldn’t pay the fare... the driver didn’t make a fuss 
Police are running here and there, they don't know what to do
That's what happens when they have an earthquake at the zoo

Clerihew Review

CLERIHEW REVIEW

Sir Isaac Newton 
Though genetically close to an Orang Utan
With his larger cranial cavity 
He discovered the law of gravity

Atilla the Hun
Was a man who liked innocent fun
After a day of rape and pillage 
He played cricket for his village

King William the Conqueror
Breeding not from the very top drawer
Put that with the deeds of a dastard
He was known as Bill the Bastard

Julius Caesar
Was a really imperious geezer
Though he headed for a fall
You must admit he had the Gaul

King of France: Louis Quatorze
Loved to dress in silky drawers
When asked  “Do you feel that’s alright?”
He said: ”Yes, when they’re pulled up tight”

If Ever I Had a Country : Lxix - Continued

IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : LXIX (continued)

                                        LXIX

IF ever I had a country in the shape of a sprawling banyan or rain Tree
And if ever I were the almost human Lord Chimp of the Kingdom of Chimpanzee
I'd secure all the branches plungeing roots leaf-clusters egg-nests and hives with or without a bee
All only for those with undiluted blue-black blood directly descended from our Uhr-Father Adam's Dark Continent royal pedigree
And ensure that any vagrant migrant gorilla orang-utan macacque long-tailed monkey or other heathen rot come to take the heat off his neck or her butt under the shelter of my bushy tree for free
Be subject to Hail Horror torrents of turds accompanied with hot hissing curses to make them stink for at least a century
That is, if ever I were the almost human Lord Chimp of the Kingdom of the Chimpanzee
And even if I never ever had no country shaped like a Wounded Knee

© T. Wignesan - Paris, October 23, 2018

Devilution

Before there was a thing called "Man"

The Maker had a better plan.

He filled he sea with little fish

Of every kind that He might wish.

Then He made the dinosaur

To rule the land from shore to shore.

Next came the monks, orang-otan.

Gorillas, and an ape called "Man".

Man is half God, and beast one half.

He writes his own grim epitaph.

The Maker thinks, "Next time the plants?

Not yet, until I've tried the ants".

Orang Utang Dear Friend

Oh Orang! Oh Utang!
I came from far to meet and greet you,
The man of old jungle, the name reveals you,
A cute creature human-like denotes,
Through gestures, funny looks
And innocent waving that make you laugh,
If you know how to approach and pat him,
You will be rewarded a touch and may be,
A cuddle,
At your own risk,
A surprise kiss could come like a zephyr,
Octopus-like glue!

Yuan Oranaga-Taunga Was Here

Don Johnson Yuan-orang

We was in Coles a shopping center,
The wild man from Borneo appeared,
He reared up an started spraying 
Yuan Oranaga-Taunga was here

Followers in their blue-gum robes,
With bark a prickling round their ears,
With dollar coins attached to ear lobes,
Dodged and sidestepped as they savoured
Uric acid and sweet urea,

Holy-man was gesticulating,
Gonads flashing so sincere,
Red hairy waistcoat ever stating,
Yuan a Tanga was the seer,

Deported then he was so,
Dropped by parachute we hear,
Back to the wilds of Borneo,
Thought blinking Wombats bloody *****…

Don

My Treasure Chest

My treasure chest is slowly filling up
Silly letters I wrote to my friends
Not passed on to them, 
Thinking, they know what they mean to me
Maybe I should have, maybe I still will.

First love letter from a lad in school
Saying my eyes attracted him
My smile and my sense of humour
For the life of me his name escapes me.
Love is so  fickle when your young.

Sweet wrapper, cinema tickets,
Tickets to the zoo, I loved that orang utan
Boris was his name. He has since died.
Photos by the dozen, family, friends,
Places I have visited, a small poem describing each place.

My first and last love's photos, letters, memories.
Words written down just in case my memory fails.
Memories of my university days, written down to remember
Graduation as a staff nurse, photos with an enormous smile on my face
Proudly wearing my uniform.

Nowadays, its poetry I put in my treasure chest
my words are where my life is portrayed
One day I will be dewy-eyed in love again
One day I will be a mother, then my treasure chest will be closed
Will have living memories to look at, my life will be fulfilled


Treasure chest - somewhere we store important phases of our lives

Lets Opinion Be Different

Let's opinion be different so there is story
I do not like to air criticism
I just only like to ask
And the question itself will be criticism
Criticism on people who were asked
If to ask would be more prudent
Criticism is quite violent
I am so afraid of violence
I have to use the technique
Technique to ask with its critique 
And that is certainly more painful
Like a snake that run along quiet
But the extract of poison is very painful
I also laughed when criticism aired among
True indeed… 

Translation...


PENDAPAT BIAR BERBEZA
Oleh Neldy Jolo

Biarkan pendapat itu berbeza jadi ada cerita
Aku tidak suka berkritik
Aku suka sahaja betanya
Dan pertanyaan itu sendiri akan jadi kritikan 
Kritikan pada orang yang ditanya
Kalau bertanya akan lebih berhemah
Mengkritik itu agak keras 
Aku sangat takut kekerasan
Aku kena menggunakan teknik
Teknik bertanya dengan kritikan bersamanya
Dan yang pastinya itu lebih pedih
Ibarat ular yang menyusur tenang
Tetapi bisanya sangat pedih
Aku juga tertawa bila berkritikan sesama
Benar belaka…



Wednesday, 20 March 2013, 4:59 PM
Let US All Save Peace. Ilyimy. Layag Sug!
Puisi hasil perkongsian cerita dengan Cikgu Ezza Fazlina Jamlidi

Goodbye

Walk with me
blood moon,
I am very lonely today

like an orang-utan
at the very edge of lips
wants to know, where the forest will end.

In the last strip of land
they were surrounded.
Anytime they will commit mass suicide

to save the honour
of thighs and guns :
they will bite the glass capsules of cyanide.

Must I feel sadness ?
God, they are going to sleep in dust
without saying thank you.


SATISH VERMA

Orang Versus Bog

Listen well my droogs
the prevention of free will
leads to prestoopnick

Deserted

Deserted

Wake me up when the twilight has left
When everyone falling asleep
And the world is resting

So I can be aside for awhile
on how muted I am in crowds
on how useless my existence between human lives

____________________________

Sepi

Bangunkan aku saat senja pergi
Saat semua orang terlelap
Dan saat dunia beristirahat

Hingga bisa kulupakan
Betapa sunyinya aku diantara keramaian
Betapa sampahnya aku diantara kehidupan

Whelk With Extensions and a Uniform

You’re fake to the bone,
Hair, face, friendship;
Fake, fake, fake.

Walking around the school halls like top dog,
While we laugh as an extension falls out.
Pushing out that flat chest trying to emphasis.

Walking around swinging those hips so much, 
Girl, you should come with a hazard sign!
We wince as you use that deliberate shriek of a laugh.

You drape those orang-utan arms around his neck,
Craving his attention.

My man shakes you off and pulls me closer.
“Owww, what a whelk she is!” my man says to me,
I laugh and reply
“More like a whelk with extensions and a uniform!”

Favor Black Beauty

Look me in my eyes tell me want you think!!!! attitude 
sassy, personality cool, with pretty baby smile face walk 
smooth. follow me to my dream kind and also a healer try me 
and you wouldn't wanna leave touch gently sex gorgeous a 
woman with a addicted love make men loose there minds keep 
coming back with I miss your SEXUAL HEALING bring your MOOD
down with one lust of good love got you wanting more, & 
more TASTE like watermelon with a bit of SPICE flaming super 
hot licking good thick thigh BLACK soulful SISTA with a whole lot
of different DESIGN lets take it back to these juicy lips and big HIPS that
move like a roller coaster GOT you men looking and wondering
how my hips got bless with a nice dame shape and how did this face get so 
damn beautiful cant get your eyes off her. look blazing in every colors
 Orang, Purple, Pink, Red Green 
power, peace and one fist up with boy you need to STOP urban 
love listening to music from Jahiem from the Isley Bothers 
to Aretha Franklin bring 
out to inscent and my dark chocolate
botha with stong ,tough,arms drives a sista crazy

Who Am I?

The Elephant’s not elegant
The  Hippo isn’t hip
The Antelope is not an Ant
The Camel’s not a ship
The Turkey isn’t Turkish
The fly is just a fly
Orang Utan is almost man
But tell me, who am I ?

Goodbye

Walk with me
blood moon,
I am very lonely today

like an orang-utan
at the very edge of lips
wants to know, where the forest will end.

In the last strip of land
they were surrounded.
Anytime they will commit mass suicide

to save the honour
of thighs and guns :
they will bite the glass capsules of cyanide.

Must I feel sadness ?
God, they are going to sleep in dust
without saying thank you.


SATISH VERMA

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