Short Orangutan Poems
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Be aware that,
Life is in the blood,
Of human and animal, alike.
Orangutan and Man are brothers;
Destiny makes no distinction.
The Republicans gave us a monkey
That drove the economy to the ground
Now they are offering an orangutan
Who wants to be crowned
Once simian stock from brambles
Orange buffoon whose ooze rambles
Orangutan clone
On narcissist’s throne
Owns ape-man’s old brain in shambles
delightful palm oil
puts orangutan at risk
barren land of shame
an orangutan sits in my oak tree
his nest is made of my sweatshirts three
he cuts the cheese; it blows into my nose
I know he plans to steal the rest of my clothes
the Abrahamic God is dead! but Spinoza's God is not dead!
Neanderthal is dead
*****erectus is dead
but Chimpanzee is not dead
Orangutan is not dead
Human is not dead.
Monkey Puzzle
Orangutan Apes and Chimpanzees
Fool around in Monkey Puzzle Trees
The Gorilla doesn’t care
A Baboon wouldn’t dare
Puzzle with Monkey's and Chimpanzees
Acting like the man around an orangutan
beaten up so badly they wheel you in a pram
remember yesterday both your broken legs could stand
Acting like the man whose day hasn’t gone to plan!
organ
organ grinder
get out of here orange, you do not fit!
Oregon
ornate
ornery
stop it orangutan or I’ll give you something to cry about
ordinary
orthodox
or what?
Put up your dukes
one banana, two banana, three banana, four
monkey does a soft shoe, and skips out the side room door
orangutan rolls his brown eyes at the lively monkey
mortal enemies from the Amazon, they rarely agree
Zebra, Yak, Xenopus, Walrus, Vulture, Urial, Tiger, Snake, Rhinoceros, Quokka, Peacock, Orangutan, Numbat, Muntjac, Lion, Kudu, Jerboa, Iguana, Hyena, Guan, Frog, Elephant, Dromedary, Camel, Bison, Avians.
If I were an orangutan
to be the best I can
as thoughtful by nature
I'd swing through the trees
and hang by my knees
while patiently contemplating
like an abominable orange snowman
Marie shares her banana daily with Orie, an orangutan
He liked no other human, only her, no other child or man
They sit and converse silently, sharing their food with each other
She sometimes wonders if Orie thinks she might be his mother
Keep out of the kale and the captain’s keg
Lazy light foot like you could lose your leg
Miserable moments mastered by minion Meg
Never needless, yet not necessary without a doubt
Olive Orangutan outrageously opted out
Providing persnickety persimmons a playful pout
An orange and tan
orangutan
with origins
that span
to Pakistan
orates flimflam
o'er an ornate
garbage can
ordained an oracle
by an ordered clan
to plant a plan
for their ordure
that ornaments
said garbage can
the ornery orangutan orotundly
upon does scan
orangutan tango; emotions are high
she is gloriously compliant, sensual, sexy
He has never felt this debonair or wild
They flow onto each other
He flicks his wrist, she twirls away
Flow back together as one
Orangutan tango
their eye contact is smolderingly sexy
Wow!
Antagonistic apes alluded to awful alligators allowing allegiance anew.
Bamboozled baboons believed beyond borders bibbity bobbity boo.
Chummy chimpanzees cheekily chattering central Chattanooga chew.
Deliberate orangutan dancing during delectable delirious dreamtime dew.
We were told he was a go-getter
His aunt had bragged on him
He was a cutie, those brown eyes
He had arms to die for
They could have wrapped a mummy
We had believed the rumors
Anyway, I had, sad he would show us up
In fact, he was a bit of a sloth,
Lazy and unmotivated
Thus, we became fast friends
The orangutan eats a leaf
As delicately as the
Gazelle poops in the grass.
The black bear, tiger, rhino,
Lion, otter, hippo
Entertain while
The giraffe begs for treats.
You and I stroll carelessly
From cage to cave and back.
The vulture’s back for dinner,
The owl’s asleep,
The keeper’s got his eye on you.
Sickly sweet harbor aromas permeate my heart shape cell from
without I have no recollection of remembrances dead squid’s tentacles squirm and tease the
bars of an angelic orangutan eating recently plucked dragonfly wings
and flan on chips of led based paint from dripping pipes of biotoxic ammonia
By Robb A. Kopp
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toucans and hornbills
stifling humidity
welcome to jungle
orange orangutan
wisely avoids bees ballroom
where bees congregate
wild boar’s carcass
rotting from limb of a tree
warns us of leopard
a decorative fairy queen
clarifies jungle beauty
red jungle fowl laughs
vines shrubs and grasses
do not slow down the monkeys
i look up and smile
I adopted a baby grandma said
Who would let that old woman adopt?
They’d have to be wrong in their head
We did not run over there, we thought it was a lie
It has to be right? Said Dorothy, Buddy and Di.
But believe it or not, she adopted a fellow.
Knit him blankets and booties all in soft yellow
An orangutan baby, she is leaving to us.
His name is Gus and he’s a cute little cuss.
I built my home high up in a giant oak tree
two kookaburras and an owl lived next to me
the day birds chattered all morning, conversation bright
hoot owl kept up a continuous hooting throughout the night
an orangutan moved in showing off his big red butt
I could not ignore it, so moved down to a hut
saw the shadow of a lion through my tent one night
moving to a houseboat tomorrow, trying to get it right
Let’s do the orangutan dance, she suggested.
Several of them took off, wiggling and jiggling.
Sounds great! I agreed, trying to get in the middle of them.
They kept squeezing me out though.
“Come here,” said the instructor. “I will show you again.”
The director of the movie yelled “Take 94, get rid of that one!”
Rude I know, but this was my ninety-fourth try.
The orangutans always out-classed and out-danced me.
Orangutan mama had more babies than most.
She had twins, a premonition given to her in the form of a ghost.
Why two? She asked, concerned it would not be fair.
But the soothsaying spirit disappeared into air.
Orangutan mama loved her twins now of course.
She was fortunate to have two, but one ate like a horse.
She knew he was going to be much larger than his sis.
She loved them to pieces, her Little Mister and Miss.