Pygmies Poems | Examples

National Geographic Redux

     Watusis are not genetically modified organisms
     neither are pygmies

       ~ which is the long and short of it

I would like to again

We climbed into the church, which hangs behind the village on the edge of a ravine/quarry and a meadow with frozen alfalfa.
It opens its mouth at us with every incoming twilight.
Door like when the Helper swaps part of the cheeks and stretches the cheeks to the eyes, grin from Codex Gigas.
We admire the naked little girls and the drooping pygmies of the statues hidden in the drawer of the table left in the sacristy.

Et and Other Poets

The mind is a long walk home,
dinosaurs unnamable
litter the green turf
of our travels.

Reptiles shrink to birds,
the larger birds collapse like balloons
eventually running out of sky.
Lizards rest in the top nest
of every reaching spine.
Some imagine waking up
still travelling with Walt Whitman
and other old guys,
all those long-winded words
sticking to boots
as the company plods forward,
while a slow-eyed crocodilian
lifts one bejeweled and crusty eyelid
watching for signs of new life.

Space returns to the surface
of the world
ancient and rootless
spreading an alien gossip
& streaking unmasked
through Area 51.

We are not home yet,
we are the infants of lumbering mammals,
more nimble and able
to see over mountain tops.

Let us walk the way the pygmies do,
leaving no shadows for the sun to eat,
trusting only in one naked thought
after another,

yet and all, still able
to pilfer the horizons of giants,
as if home where just one more
warming ice age away.

Oversexed Pygmies

So now everyone's waiting for my sillies
Though at times I'd like write about lilies
Have a sensitive heart
On a love I'd embark
Instead of writing about oversexed pygmies

Wee People

What's fair and right we oft dismiss
While clinging to our prejudice.
But biggest biases of all
Are aimed at us, the short and small.

What's tall or towers people praise,
But opposites get no bouquets.
Short applicants are shown the door,
And folks the undersized ignore.

You call us names that really hurt
Like small fry, shorty, shrimp, and squirt.
And pygmies, peewees, half-pints, runts
And dwarf and midget are affronts.

You should not judge on size alone.
James Madison could hold his own.
Attila was a little Hun.
Napoleon was number one.

I look you squarely in your knees
And ask politely would you please
Become a bit more circumspect
And give to us our due respect.

To terminate this diatribe,
If tales some heroes would describe
As "little, dark, and handsome," then
Perhaps I'll not complain again.

(But pale and homely people might.)

I Am Rather Pygmyish

I am rather pygmyish
Attitudinally challenged
Not an owl or a nuthatch
Which are supposed to be pygmies
 
I have no idea why I am down here
Closer to the five and six year olds
Maybe it is so they will not be afraid of me
And it has been working
 
Every night I used to pray let me grow
I forgot to add which direction
A little detail I left out
Which has kept me short and now I’m stout

Tearthem For Their Bad Verses

O Cinna man,where you gonna run to?
O Cinna man,where are you gonna hide?
What's with   poetry which makes us all blue?
Your  verses we can no longer abide

Most of us labour on the foothills of Parnassus
Being no more than dross among the gold
We are but pygmies beside any  Colossus
Yet we want  our poems to applause  unfold

Our thirst we cannot slake from the Pierian spring
Our dryness burns  deep into every scroll
'Tis no wonder that our poetry does not sing.
Why do we bother our heads  to write at all?

It must grieve the bounteous Muses
Who long to hear the song of songs
Their gifts they do not refuse us
So why do we so often get it wrong?

Oversexed Pygmies

So now everyone's waiting for my sillies
Though at times I'd like write about lilies
Have a sensitive heart
On a love theme I'd embark
Instead of writing about oversexed pygmies

Oversexed Pygmies

So now everyone's waiting for my sillies
Though at times I'd like write about lillies
Have a sensitive heart
On a love theme I'd embark
Instead of writing about oversexed pygmies


© Jack Ellison 2015

Villanelle: Who's Not Racist, Do Stand Not Up, Please

Villanelle : Who’s not racist, do stand not up, please

        for Piers Morgan & Anderson Cooper

Who’s not racist, do stand not up, please
   Isn’t S/He who put us here the biggest
S/he who asked to be put here, stand up, please

We’re all African, so don’t ever tease
   Mutations make some think they’re the best
Who’s not racist, do stand not up, please

Even the Neanderthal can freeze
   Yet leave behind just a trace in jest
S/he who asked to be put here, stand up, please

Did the Heidelbergers race the pygmies
   Up Peking Man’s cave to win the contest
Who’s not racist, do stand not up, please

Can the genes of Evolution release
   The real truth of the DNA test
S/he who asked to be put here, stand up, please

Will not Human Nature be our complice
   Arraigned before a jury perplexed
Who’s not racist, do stand not up, please
S/he who asked to be put here, stand up, please

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013

Nakedness

Dying piece by piece in shock –
a life without a mutiny.
Walking amidst blue kraits
you never raised the stick.

Of extinct possibilities in the night
of unmanned crossing-
the blood streaked globe goes on
revolving round the blazing sun.

Short legged pygmies waving
to tall peaks of ice from the 
burnt-out shelters, to learn
obedience again.

Crushed and upturned, we lost
each other in the jungle of
uncertainties. Peeled off skin
made us afraid of each other.


SATISH VERMA

All I Remember

Your world collapses    A name shies of comeback
breaks the water for bare bones     unaligned   you
hunker down for the happenings   didnot fit

in the shoes of black magic    it was a damned
reversal   of the pygmies to become tall   the old city
dies on the hill    young steps start a never ending

descent of the wheels   can you stop this vintage flow
in night    king was sitting without a glass
rolling stones were laughing   after the conversation

and the sons of soil smashed the barriers
after the illumination    cacti become prominently displayed
in the jungle of weeds   wearing nightgowns of thorns

two headed snakes lapping up the milk   from the teats
of a moon    the cow jumps on the hemlocks amidst
the cries   of children of tomorrow 



Satish Verma

Nakedness

Dying piece by piece in shock –
a life without a mutiny.
Walking amidst blue kraits
you never raised the stick.

Of extinct possibilities in the night
of unmanned crossing-
the blood streaked globe goes on
revolving round the blazing sun.

Short legged pygmies waving
to tall peaks of ice from the 
burnt-out shelters, to learn
obedience again.

Crushed and upturned, we lost
each other in the jungle of
uncertainties. Peeled off skin
made us afraid of each other.


SATISH VERMA

All I Remember

Your world collapses    A name shies of comeback
breaks the water for bare bones     unaligned   you
hunker down for the happenings   didnot fit

in the shoes of black magic    it was a damned
reversal   of the pygmies to become tall   the old city
dies on the hill    young steps start a never ending

descent of the wheels   can you stop this vintage flow
in night    king was sitting without a glass
rolling stones were laughing   after the conversation

and the sons of soil smashed the barriers
after the illumination    cacti become prominently displayed
in the jungle of weeds   wearing nightgowns of thorns

two headed snakes lapping up the milk   from the teats
of a moon    the cow jumps on the hemlocks amidst
the cries   of children of tomorrow 



Satish Verma

Perfect

The meaning of life is not higher than living,
For nothing can equal its height.
So work for your life, to your self be all-giving,
And stand in your glory of light.

Now ignorant ones, they may tell you
That life has no meaning at all,
"Why, look at the large world around you,
And you, you are ever so small."

Tell them back that your size is perfect
For seeing things near and so far;
Of all of the sizes now going,
Only this one knows ant, tree and star.

Perfect, the size of man, giant his mind,
And giant are you in goals of your choice.
Planets are pygmies, stars, they are blind,
Next to the will in the sound of your voice.

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