Primate Poems - Poems about Primate

Am I a shy monkey?, ...

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I have a friend who beats his chest Who thinks he's tough, an ego blessed He goes out clubbing, club in hand Neanderthal romance, clubber lang. He drinks banana daiquiris by the bowl Experiments with chest wigs, an anthropoids soul He apes around to attract a mate A regular swinger awaiting his fate. My mate's...

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At the zoo, at the primate houses, their ire, at the watchers, arouses. Before it’s all through, they’re hurling their poo, And sometimes it gets on their blouses. ...

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I, I am an aye aye I'm from Lodi Hi-dee-ho-di I, I'm a shoo fly pie Wearing tie dye Buzzing sky high I do not lie guy....

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A young Jane liked to observe, native birds and animals making notes, sketches, and reading zoology and ethology Her fascination of animal behavior, and their fundamentals has taken her back in time, to work out their chronology Jane Goodall for many years, lived among chimpanzees to study the primates of Tanzania, in their natural habitat immersing herself in their lives, and...

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hairy and pungent the silverback claims his own reeking of brutality his agenda is plain his emotions simple and deep he is the father of humanity...

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Blissful he appears Enjoys nature’s habitat -- Survival instinct We have missed something Only man kills for greed, sport -- We are devolving *Entry for John Freeman's "Natural and Beyond" contest (Haiku first, then Senryu)...

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a scandalous secret gnaws at the epicenter of my being threatening to unearth score pillars of dirt upon which my world is built gilded in reverence, vaingloriously lauded and parlayed to ascend sacred rungs beyond the license of minions, the legend grows and grows and grows and though I know my storied steeple, as all things crooked, will surely crumble someday, I pray that it shall stay erect an irreverent crown; a reaming tower...

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A single word is branded into the fresh snow in urine. 'Memoriam' Over the crest of a barren hill covered in winter's dowry, there is a brown form huddled over a burning tire, shivering alone. Curse this thing and the roundabout landscape he formed not in oils or watercolors, but in reality curse him. He sketches himself so clever amongst all creatures so chivalric so...

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The little monkey in its cage; That looked just like a baby. Now he’s riding on your back And you think he drives you crazy. The monkey tells you listen; It’s best you feed me now. You tell him that you got no cash; But you’ll work...

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Did the monkey learned to speak, through the passing of the years; And is the jackal still there laughing while the dove does cry its tears. It's said our axle is off balance, as we spin out of control And the elements are angry but the monkey doesn't...

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