Short Camel Poems
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The camel can retain much fluid
But this I bet you knew
If you were to join him for a drink
Would he ask one hump or two
Form:
I had a camel named Kit.
It was smart, but liked to spit.
I asked for a kiss.
It gave me a hiss.
It did not want to kiss one bit!
The camel, when drinking of tea,
Takes sugar proportionately.
For each of its humps
It drops twenty lumps;
But more, if it’s sailing by sea.
a lazy camel
sunning on warm sand beside
elephant snatching
a broom from caretaker’s hand-
best not to mess with his space
There was an old camel from Bahrain
who sought adventures far off in Spain.
He made plans to sightsee
and ordered cups of tea
then danced the flamenco on the plane.
Another day and I'm still riding my camel
Get there eventually avoiding life's hassles
Slow but sure
Avoid detours
Some temptations and your ideals get trampled
Another day and I'm still riding my camel
Get there eventually avoiding life's hassles
Slow but sure
Avoid detours
Occasional temptations your ideals get trampled
Intrepid camel, name of ibn Shlumpf
Romantic alias ~ Abdullah Heffalumpf
He went ape for the babes, this
Dromedary of all trades
He just wished he could get over their humphs
There was a camel in Egypt with mumps
That infected his humps with huge lumps
The vet shook his head
Said, "You're better off dead"--
After finding some new lumps in his rump
He was a beautiful being and
The sign warned: “Do not stand too
Close; that camel will spit on you”.
I looked him right in the
Eye, noticing how
Gently soft they
Were and he
Didn’t
Spit.
A CAMEL
Will one add more loads to the ship,
Considering the calm water?
I am not a camel
That always carries people
From here to there,
From there to here,
Now and then,
And the only “thanks” it receives is
“Carry me again!”
Visualize Mexico’s Baja Peninsula
Let’s take a camel safari in Cabo San Lucas
We will hop on a hump
Might see pods of dolphins and whales
While we are on our leisurely stroll
for camels do not run, they walk.
Giving us more time to enjoy the beautiful Pacific Ocean
Paul's camel Tahli loved Dr. Oetker
Mugged for the camera of Baker
And went out for a date
With Oetker's daughter Kate
He was out of date as a love maker
No off position
on the genius switch
No light
to then burn out
No cracks to form
on Leonardo’s bronze
No Frazier Ali
rout
The expectations
stretch beyond
What humanity
can span
The eye of the needle,
the camel threads
What always could
—still can
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
"A camel is an animal which all of us should thank,
if we were desert travellers far from a water tank"
This was dictated by my 95 year old mother, from her childhood in the 1930's. I am trying to find the rest of the poem, but my searches have come up blank!
If anyone knows this poem, I would love to hear from you.
ancient thunder echoes still,
in the caves ringing,
ding-bats say 'chill,'
and the cattle dorg do wonder,
in a place called down-under,
sperm whales are sucking krill,
poor johnson's lost his skill,
short in the brain, a blunder,
the dingo howls until,
a bull camel spits n chunders,
shut up ya dill...
re: 'Medieval Man' Russell Sivey
Don
....My *itch ?
Now, whether you believe
It or not ? Your ass is mine how ironic
Peter piper this ancient viper: playing it's hand
Spinning numbers in a foreign land ? Iconic super phonic
Hypnotized mesmerized robotic time on a mission from prince pillar
Their cyber space thriller blowing out these candles is everybody, here ?
Rent the tent her species his flee shes kong's balls inside love's stall a donkey.
Form:
I’m taking my camel to town,
do you got a problem with that?
I’m gonna get him some fresh water
and clean provender
What cha say,
they don’t sell to his kind?!
He’s the finest mottled brown,
this side of the Sahara desert sand
This camel got the blackest spots
mixed in
Proof that the sun
calls him his friend
While I’m in town,
I’m gonna buy my beautiful animal
a white straw hat
Do you have a problem with that?
We travel through the sand dunes,
And look for oases,
At nights we see the moon,
And in the day-time- Look for roses.
The weather so hot and cold,
With sand below glittering in the sun like Gold,
We feel the hot sunshine,
And for a drop of cool water-We pine!
Our camels look for a shelter,
And our skin sweat like being next to a heater,
Yet we carry hope and move on,
And that hope and our thirst to reach our goal makes all our pains gone.
If I had a camel
a nice dromedary
there'd be all sorts of things
my camel could carry
A big bag of sugar
up there on his humps
to put in my coffee
just one or two lumps
If I had a camel
we’d go on long hikes
We’d stroll through the forest
or maybe ride bikes
If I had a camel
I’d have a big sack
of sunflower seeds
right there on his back
Then we could both chew them
and spit out the shell
If I had a camel,
man, that would be swell
Camels do bite and even spit but for desert travel nothing as equipped
They lie upon the ground and you set astride, up they go and you're riding high
A saddle with a blanket for your bottom, handlebars for hands
bouncing, bouncing upon the sands
Stop at an oasis relish the shade, for this journey camels are made
They kneel for you to get down and as your feet touch the ground
You hope the camel knows it's way back
since the wind swept away his camel tracks
To a two humped camel
She must seem really odd
For her humps are both displaced
on the front of her strange bod
They must throw her off balance
as she walks on just two feet
They're sure to get in the way
Whenever she try's to eat
It also seems distracting
As she goes about her day
They're bouncing bouncing bouncing
In a most peculiar way
Why are those fellows drooling
As they watch her walking by
I'm sure the two humped camel
He must be wondering why
4 the super rich,
the bullys fate,
what's in store,
4 the hogs debate,
very true Harry mate,
but will they slip through the,
camels needle eye gate,
when judgement comes, true blue,
when money wont suck you through,
a pain in the ole prostate,
get it gone the ill gotten dues,
how do it go "the rich have more chance, of slipping a camel through the eye of a needle, than entering the kingdom of heaven" ?
Don
re: On the Soles of your Shoes
Harry J Horsman