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Categories:
pigmy, animal, love,
Form: Haiku
You got what you needed
even though
it was an Indian gift from the karmic sky-gypsies.
“It was never enough for you was it?”
The 'told you so’ pigmy bobble-heads of hippo-Maya
declared with a wink.
Let it be known
that the bedazzling chop suey
of Chinese phooey
will keep you spinning in circles
like a topless drunk.
Wealthy Cats stick it up your nose
and tread on your toes on the way out.
They call it charity, but they also flush 2 times
so the crap takes an extra lap.
The Dancing Masters of Wu
commend you for your patience
and forbearance,
but that is certainly not enough
or is it?
Categories:
pigmy, poetry,
Form: Free verse
my left leg went wooden
paradoxically
it hurt like hell
in-between the agony
meditation
i am not this body i thought
i am not these thoughts i thought
i am not even this mind i said
to myself
i am not this self
my self replied
it was then
that i experienced
a minor - no
a pigmy epiphany
just a wee inkling
(size isn't everything)
smiling on the inside
i made myself a whisky-sour
a strong one
that moment of enlightenment
was as good as any
I’ve had so far
Categories:
pigmy, poetry,
Form: Free verse
You get what you need, but not what you don't need,
unless it's an Indian gift from the karmic sky-gypsies.
Maybe you have lots of stuff and it's never enough?
Then the 'told you so' pigmy bobble-heads of Mu
will make it known to you
that they are watching your every distracted move
and taking notes. Let it be known
that Amazon's chop suey of Chinese phooey
will keep you spinning in circles like a drunk skunk.
The very wealthy stink it up your nose
and call it charity, but they also flush 2 times
just to clear their own much trapped crap.
Categories:
pigmy, poetry,
Form: Free verse
You get what you need, but not what you don't need,
unless it's an Indian gift from the karmic sky-gypsies.
Maybe you have lots of stuff and it's never enough?
Then the 'told you so' pigmy bobble-heads of Mu
will make it known to you
that they are watching your every distracted move
and taking notes. Let it be known
that the Amazon's chop suey of Chinese phooey
will keep you spinning in circles like a drunk skunk.
The very wealthy stink it up your nose
and call it charity, but they also flush 2 times
just to clear their own much tramped crap.
Categories:
pigmy, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Some men's the brain, packed on the rest
Some are down, others on top
Every moment dancing, drinking to the best
Think what can turn, coupled soup to drop
Some men's brain, with their posited tune
Like black pigmy pigs, raising for the fall
Out of the docket stew, few for the hewn
And ready for the leagues, to need and stall
Some men's brain, in the nutshell heads
Shaking at Kayamba tunes, they play and dance
Any but not strain, the rain for thy mades
At last the cucumber, for morning mouth bounce
Some men's brain, justice for the musts
The piling exerting pressure, leisure for solution
Any time for the chain, trailing as the locusts
At last the coughs, itches pitching of pollution
At last no brains, dull pains in the chain
Anything no the Cains, from Spanish cranes
At last the bow leg, unseen full stain
The reason for stain, now in the manes
Categories:
pigmy, allegory, body, community, culture,
Form: Rhyme
Another day’s daylight is fading,
and the evening sunset is red;
in the pond at the end of the garden,
mating calls are starting to spread.
There’s a chorus of croaking and growling
from the suitors attracting a mate.
The pond is a constant of ripples,
that dueling does tend to create.
Green heads are held out of water;
throats bubble on a lily pad,
but while attention’s diverted,
a visitor appears mighty glad.
Among sedges, grasses and bulrush,
a fork tongue is flicking for heat,
where all that he senses is dinner,
and frogs make a wonderful treat.
The spikes on the sedges are beds,
for the night of the dragonfly,
and a blue heron finishes feeding,
for the branch of a gum tree up high.
Pigmy Perch are quite relieved,
for they are the predators now,
mosquito wrigglers are lessened,
but many do survive somehow.
The pond is a home for so many,
but balance is struck keenly fine,
between plants, predators, and prey,
with the need for them all to combine.
Another day’s daylight is fading,
and the evening sunset is red;
shadow quickly covers the land,
and stars put the pond life to bed.
Categories:
pigmy, nature,
Form: Rhyme
The strangest Creature !!!
On this little blue planet.
Everything was created to perfection.
Order and harmony was its reflection.
The strangest Creature !!!
On this little blue planet.
Are a world unto them selves .
Man portraying his pigmy elves.
The strangest Creature !!!
On this little blue planet.
We - a voice creating a wilderness.
Many try not to, this I must confess.
The strangest Creature !!!
On this little blue planet.
|Are we able to become the salvation ?
for Mother Earth, Mother Natures creation.
The strangest Creature !!!
On this little blue planet.
Will the meek stand up and tower
over the strangest Creature’s power ?
The strangest Creature !!!
On this little blue planet.
Is faced with inevitable doom
as this little blue planet lowers the boom.
The strangest Creature !!!
On this little blue planet.
B. J. “A” 2
July 22nd 2015
Categories:
pigmy, men, planet,
Form: Rhyme
How one Lives with History ?
What haunts the Soul ?,
Kills the Spirit !
There is little benefit, no point in living in the past,
unfortunately the past lives / thrives within me and you.
About this, there is very little we can do
to change what it has made of us - that is not to say
we can not, nor do not repress, suppress some of - each day,
yet no matter how hard we try, we can never run away
from the self, that is, our self
that some times has made of us a pigmy elf,
that little person who sometimes is so little
it brings pain to the inside / outside world .
B. J. "A" 2
May 29th 2010
Categories:
pigmy, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
Trumpet the ethos of these wading warriors with the hollowed bones
of their panygeric prophets,resonating triumphant tones,
to forever honor,protect,& perpetuate the valor,virtue,& victory of this Holy Order,
the irridescent echo seeps from their Father's tombs,
for what extent shall I blaze myself and minions in the arrows path,
so to coddle an intangible hope made of a prayer's dope,
or in a mind where a prevailing vision roams,
nay, to avert that macbre nightmare of having my People's progeny becoming the pigmy
of a teething tyrant who condones the perversion of civilization's tomes,
a coalesced consciousness consummated by the last bastion
with a vigorous vigil on this Christmas Eve,
solemn and sacramental the emotion is which this of our hearts
the Almighty exhumes,
A dispatched soldier ploying as scout,remote, waiting ignorantly to be smote,
a far but not forgotten armored satellite being selfless,
his vanity enemy's threat consumes,
an unbridled but composed offensive of a triplicate terror delivered
by an indefatigable knight ,
an ultimatum presented simply but also strictly,
one at least his assault maroons,
J.A.B. - Part Four -
Categories:
pigmy, war,
Form: Epic
I wish I could tell you that
On the eve you are born;
The needles are just everywhere,
And they would prick you hard.
I see you are fading,
Looming motionless in a pool, Parting water
And hacking your way through 'watery desert'.
I see your tears beaming like beadles --
Droplets of which, soaked in bloody love.
You care just a fig at times,
Give a damn to what people call -- institution;
Anxious at times, fearing of 'ground lost', in home and abroad.
Who then, instilled a germ into the seedbed
And you nourish it in perfect serenity?
You will feed it and let it grow,
Because, the pigmy cells come with a burst of life.
This is how you were born sometime,
Giving your ship a direction;
I wish I could see that joy in your parents' face.
Yet in every cyclic year, you come round and round
To remember that Day;
And afterward, in the timeline, you do stay;
And I wish, I could tell you
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Categories:
pigmy, inspirational
Form: Heroic Couplet
I have one great thing that comes so warmly
Tears soaked in love.
My darlington -- pigmy doll.
I rolled my heart like a roller on your tiny cage;
I dewed the evening tide in your leafy page.
I gleaned the minutes to write;
I felt your hug and enjoyed your bite.
In my airiel music I hear "Papa"
That sooths and waters the ground;
In my dismay, I tie your shadow with me;
In me, I am filled -- I found.
Your stretched tiny arm
Your lofted happy boundings;
Your half crescent lipline,
Your flued eyes and that, soundings.
No graeter poem have I heard;
Nor, any greater music arreyed in art's shelf.
That sweet soumd PAPA
Is the best poem itself.
Categories:
pigmy, sonmusic, music,
Form: Lyric