Tortoises Poems | Examples

She Sat On The Back Of A Turtle

Note: Tortoises are  land-dwelling while turtles are aquatic 

She sat on the back of a turtle 
then said 
 " Go Go Go !" 
While he 
on stumpy feet 
       trumbled
and humphed 
"you are mighty hefty !" 
he configured. 
She guided him to the water 
then said 
"Go Go Go" 
I know 
you want to 
what is stopping you?
 
"You've mistaken me 
for a tortoise little girl ! "
She turns around and 
leads him to land,  
and together they sit 
in the sand...

The Barren Island

He bought the barren island for $13,000
Together with a friend, they planted 16,000 trees
For 40 years, the island turn into a sanctuary
Of insects, flowers, birds and tortoises which became
Famous and well known throughout the country
He turned down offer being a news editor and settled
The rest of his whole life living in the island
He manage the island well and made it 
An important place in his private life
The island grow well with his own management
The Saudi prince want to buy the island for $10 million
But he refuses the offer for personal reason
Until, one day he announced and open it to the public
The island became an important tourist destinations
People flocked and flourished the island
He died with old age in the island
The country declared the island as a National Park
In lieu of his stated Last Will.

Incarnate

Unlike flower essence, which becomes roses or lilies,
Unlike animal essence that's born into birds and beasts
To bring within humanity love, justice, trust, and peace
The divine takes the human form, and with it co-exists

Gods and goddesses, Hinduism holds, took the form of fish.
Hummingbirds, alligators, tortoises, snakes, stags, and boars
Into eagles, horses, peacocks, doves, vultures, and Ibis
The Greek deities took forms and fulfilled their earthly chores.

Impossibilities for humans are made possible.
Weak flesh and strong spirit amalgamate into a whole.
The eternal, intangible becomes accessible.
Each physical particle turns into a psychic soul.

Omnipresence, like flowers and aroma, becomes one.
All that is celestial, like the rain, descends on the earth.
With the Holy Ghost, herein dwell. the Father and the Son.
Each being, in the Holy Trinity, gains their new birth.

Silent Scenes

The calm, composed Coconut Beach of Cambodia
Or the Galápagos Islands of sublime sereneness
Boats of quietude sail through the seas of Utopia.
Stream, brook, sunrise, sunset—nature's flowery floridness

The breathing of butterflies and the blooming of blossoms
Confessions of Cherubic Caves and Covenants of Clouds
Desert islands and deserted monumental chasms
Fancies of farms, fields, forests, fishes, flocking feathered fowls

Monasteries and museums in meditation moods
Readings of reeds, restings of reptiles, river reflections
Slow snake-skates, snowfalls, stargazing space-spa solitudes
Turtles and tortoises, all underwater attractions.

Sacrosanct silent scenes share stories splendid and sublime.
Like millions of melodies, within soul cells they always chime.

Gila Monster

I'm solitary, roaming 
The American southwest desert;
Heaving my bulky body -
Covered with bead-like scales 
Of black and yellow - 
Across hot sands and rocks
In search of prey.
I'm a nocturnal,
Cold-blooded lizard.
I flick out my forked poisonous tongue 
To taste the air like snakes do.
Do not confuse me
With a Komodo Dragon, 
I'm a much smaller reptile,
And I wear a different skin.
My tail is rather short.
My razor sharp claws are used 
To dig burrows and unearth 
Buried eggs of tortoises, snakes,
And other lizards.
My diet include small crawlies 
Such as rodents, frogs, meerkats, etc.
I don't mind birds and their young!
I'm a Gila Monster

Long Life of Tortoise

lions in the forest 
are roaring  loudly 
tortoises look at 
skelton of lions generationally. 

July 18/2023

Mystique of the Mojave

A white wash of striated clouds
stretch expansively 
across the arid desert sky
where Joshua trees commune
lifting up crooked cactus-like arms
towards the searing sun. 

Massive layers of brown boulders 
jut, forming endless sculptures 
hidden places where the ancients 
made their penitence with words
swept away by unforgiving winds. 

Shadows shift under the arc of the sun
where nervous roadrunners dart
startled lizards seek shade
great hawks circle with outstretched wings 
and tortoises amble as the hours crawl by. 

Two lane highways trail into the horizon 
toward snow capped mountain peaks 
lined by nameless telephone poles 
and tumbleweeds that roll aimlessly 
across storefronts and sleepy 
rundown towns in disrepair. 

Yet the mystique of the Mojave plains
still remains an inviting oasis 
of refreshment and contemplation 
where time stands still
beneath the stillness
of the midnight stars. 









12/5/2022

The Beauty

The beauty
Of
Namatjira
White haired
Bark painter's
Of fish
Wandjina
Feathered man
Full sunset
Corroboree
Pintubi
Dancers
In watercourse 
Colours
Of hills
And rangers
Near Henbury
Or was it
Kings canyon
South
Alice springs
Dome like peaks
Of Olga's
Stark landscape
Barren
Barkly
Near Soudan
Where
Dust storms
A common hazard
The faces
Of William Richetts
In the Maelstrom
Those colours
Of time
And day
House Wife's
Bushman
Children of the
Banka, Banka
Old hats
Tin shacks
The Southern Cross
Spinning
Creaking
Just there
In the sky
A Rhyme
To its own time
Wonky
Old water tank
Those proud
Spearman
From
Emily Gap
A shared history
Not us
Them
Just the
Layers of life
Turned sideways
Like
Krichauff Rangers
Somewhere
Out west
Where Echidna
Thorny Devil
( my favourite )
Freshwater tortoises
Swimming
Crocs
Beauty
In birds
Of flowers
Palms
In valleys
Secrets
Of bushman
Ringers
Dreams
Of its people
And fading
Its
Fading
Memories

Having Tortoise Family To Tea

We invited the new family to Sunday tea.
Who knew they would all tortoises be?
We pretended it was normal, Gram and me.
They did not reach for a single chocolate chip cookie.

Go out and catch some flies, said Auntie Bea.
They like them fresh and alive with their tea.
The way she knew was funny to little old me.
She used to date an old tortoise, you see.

Flag

When our flag on Red-fort flew first,
Elders felt no hunger or thirst;
They stood as sure as very hell,
That everything is going well!

They saw, thenceforth, like freedom plays,
This game got assumed many ways;
Leaders, like prophets, seemed so sure,
The gift of freedom to ensure!

Wheels, like bullock-carts, rolled on long,
Change, like tortoises, did prolong;
They felt as though in safer hands,
No fear of hard hooligan bands!

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Do we see the same now, I doubt,
Here exist now much flood and drought;
Longings of poor, here, daily die,
No poor here! To the world, we lie…

Flag, each year, we hoist, as a rule,
I stand as a devoted fool;
Of all colors, saffron shines more,
Have other matters gone so sour?


27 October 2021

Animal Embassy

A porcupine, an owl and a beautiful iguana
Were among the creatures that I got to see;
And no, I wasn’t dreaming it or smoking marijuana – 
Every animal was real as it could be.

For my grandkids were invited to a show with all these creatures;
There were also frogs and tortoises and snakes.
It was wonderful to see, up close, exotic facial features,
Some of which resulted in some double-takes.

Both my grands were quite enchanted and were brave enough for petting,
Gently stroking certain reptiles’ backs or shells
And I joined in their enthusiasm, somehow, though, forgetting,
Age has no effect on Nature’s magic spells.

*Animal Embassy is a program founded by naturalist Chris Evers, 
which connects people with live, exotic animals.

Deep Forest Frenzy

Underneath green leaves that wave at the sun,
Goes mad activity in the environs of summer!
Fuzzy rabbits hopping along sunshine bound,
Scurrying racoons-bandits off for a heist,
Bushy tailed squirrels dancing in the pines,
As fresh scent wafts through the afternoon!
Chipmunks rush to feast on the wild berries,
As violet birds are off to feast on cherries.
Chirping crickets and buzzing bees day to day,
As the earth moves round in the familiar way.
Eager frogs leap wide eyed on a vivid quest;
And blue snakes slither in the emerald bushes.
Tortoises and turtles do a slow dance with June,
As ruby-throated hummingbirds hum a sunny tune!

Pet Lives

An average human lives around seven dog lives,
four to six cat lives, over twenty gerbil lives
but only three or four chinchilla lives, 
if our lone chinchilla who died at twenty 
is typical and you’re not raising them for the fur.
We're slightly over the lifespan of wild African elephants
but more than double that of their zoo born kin,
roughly twice the life of an average dromedary,
although I’ve never known an average dromedary,
in between the mean for sperm and blue whales
but only eighty percent that of Galápagos tortoises.

Mind you elephants, dromedaries, whales and 
tortoises aren’t normally kept as pets. Neither 
are viruses, although technically speaking viruses 
may not be alive to start with. But nonetheless
this novel coronavirus we humans have 
adopted could change 
the numbers for 
our species.

The Cat, the Dog, the Mouse and the Rabbit Hutch

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When passing the pet shop window, I saw a wondrous sight.
The pets were having a party, far into the night.
The cat was smoking a home-made spliff she’d rolled between her paws;
The dog was sipping pink champagne and nibbling petit fours.
The pet mouse jived with the python, getting ever bolder;
Until she pulled a muscle, throwing him over her shoulder.
The doe, in a slinky cocktail dress and the buck in a silk tuxedo,
Slipped behind their rabbit hutch to exercise their libido.
The tortoises, though normally shy, had come right out of their shell
And took the floor in a slow waltz, which of course they did rather well.
They beckoned me to join them and we danced at a furious pace.
And then I awoke with a tickly nose; my cat was licking my face.


30th March 2020
Cheerful Rhyme Competition
Sponsor - Line Gautier

Spatial Navigation of the Universe

The universe relentlessly expands in vicious circles, of which I move around in
Infinite regression is the mark I toe, that leads me to ecumenical emancipation
I collect neural correlates of consciousness from the stars in an unkempt sky 
Pollinating nuclear fusions with my angular momentum, if that makes any sense
I commence to dispense immense nonsense in sequence with no consequence 
Out of the darkness it has come to light that we are all crepuscular tortoises
Traversing the shell of a much larger terrapin, as one would walk on the ground
Realizing the cosmos is no less than turtles stacked on turtles all the way down


Date:  6/29/19

Contest:  The Universe Poetry Contest

Sponsor: Nina Parmenter

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