I love zoological garden, specially gorillas sections!
Under our skies, stars that often share a common moon,
My poetry reveals its mystery with a shocking flair from the moon.
I told those who still don't know, with my eternal and hideous luck,
That on this blooming Earth, I am a worthy hero but superfluous.
To friends baptized in wine, like a jaded, local, and ethylic Saint Sisyphus,
I carried their joys in a goblet, while my gaze idly wandered.
Not even in their drunkenness did I find the disappointment I sought,
Among people who eternally carry their boulder, confusing it with their own shrine.
When we occupy any grave, as if we were just a thought,
Numbing the times with the pleasure of death, the only wealth on this earth,
The shadow of my loneliness, pitiful and undeniable, uninterrupted,
Perfect tears, that lazily lie in my eye lids, round, uninterrupted.
Even from the sleep of dreams, looking at them inversely, longing takes shape,
Forming from my soul a new outcast, not too far from the moment.
A zoological park of frozen motion, where everything is petrified,
Animals more alive than people, yet stuffed, in an endless time.
Life is not just a maths puzzle which is needed to be solved.
Life is a chemistry, where everyday some new experiments are to be evolved.
Life is physics where we accordingly have to apply inertia, thrust and buoyant force.
We need to add some more experiences because life is a long history course.
Life has ups and downs, so the uneven geographical maps.
But at times become so much boring just like a hindi lecture.
You will sometime encounter some zoological creatures that can try you making weak.
But the next moment you will be surrounding by some beautiful botanical plants so much unique.
It can sometimes deceive you just like the political caps.
It seems to so easy at first exactly like the english lecture.
We everyday socialize with so many people, and learn sociology
Try to look deep in then and you will one day be an expert in anthropology.
Living the life with so much courage to face the challenges is an art
It will show you so many colours everyday but that just a part.
Life itself a new subject that has so much fun. And life itself is the teacher, all in one
-Rimjhim
RED fire ball submerging,
we slip from the light
watching our shadows bloom.
A smoldering sphere,
not clean-cut, but badly drawn,
its REDNESS wobbles and fumes.
as it downs itself
still smoking a last shred of day.
For a few long moments Banshees
go silent.
Curious Giraffes stretch their necks
to sniff the freshly deceased,
as one by one
they black-out the flares
of self-rising spirits.
Another evening
in the zoological realms
of space.
The sun-swimmers flop on the beach
basking in the last RED drops.
Venus in her dressing-room,
is plugging-in her shine.
She adorns her gown
with fractals and sprinkles.
Mars goes in and out
of its dust filled hollowness,
seeking a deeper RED
to die within.
Skin still blistering with sandy itches
we head for home
ignoring the sighs of a leaking
and sullen surf.
A herd of colorful umbrellas
fold their pronged headgears
down into a dimmer,
more dusky RED decline.
The gaps between the universe’s intrigue.
Did the heart of all hearts falter,
did the pulse in the neck
of existence die?
One universe - a tittle of bright sand
among untold other,
and in-between
that blank deep dark.
If time is a traveler then the gap,
the dead space, that fathomless
cistern that all light drains into,
is indeed a well of nothingness
that sunders one cosmos from another.
Zoological parks thrive
billions of years apart.
In all living places
God is not mocked…but
that gap between them where no light lives,
that void no eye can open within -
that is the utter separation.
God alone knows
that infinite space between dreams
where all there is and ever will be
are held in empty abeyance,
a death-door where just perhaps,
one speck of hope still flickers.
“Let us travel to the zoological garden, “ said she,
born and bred in the eighteen hundreds.
I had no idea what she meant.
But she was dainty and beautiful.
One of the prettiest ghosts I had ever met.
I said, “Okay, let’s take my car.”
I opened and shut her car door.
She screamed when we began to move.
She was wearing a bustle that shoved her forwards.
Her nose nearly touching the windshield.
I asked her to take the bustle off.
She was horrified, calling me a horrid man.
“You are a strange young man,” she repeated.
Screaming as we drove faster on an interstate.
We drove around the city all day.
She recognized nothing.
We passed the zoo six or eight times.
I had no idea it was a “zoological garden”
So we never stopped.
She disappeared shortly after six.
“Bye!” I said softy, determined to look up
Some of her other words.
She was a dainty, delicate strange old one.
And her English barely understandable.
“Bye weird one” she whispered into the wind.
“I shall never forget this.”
Then I had a gentle brush against my arm.
A ghost good-bye maybe. I smiled.
Zoo
An Acrostic by James Edward Lee Sr.
Zoological gardens steady shine
Owning old young bear cubs
Old gardens glows and glimmers
03/09/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Alright no one here leaves
Until I get back my monkey
He was right here beside me
When we sat down at the bar
He got up to use the restroom
Cause my monkey is not uncouth
I KNOW he didn't just drive off
I still have the keys to the car
We were having the best of times
Telling jokes and making up zoological rhymes
He even passed around that picture
You know the one with the orangutan in that embarrassing position
That's the last time I saw him
My monkey...my best friend
Will somebody help me look please
These tears have all but blurred my vision
I've now checked every zoo on the East coast
Every circus that I know
Thinking perhaps he was monkeynapped
By some clown or zoological freak
I haven't seen hide nor hair
Of a clean shaven monkey in underwear
I told you he wasn't uncouth
My monkey learned that from me
These days I cry in my beer
Since my monkey's no longer here
I guess Doodles had better things
To do with his life
If my monkey, Doodles you ever do see
Will you tell him I miss him oodles for me
And that I've accepted the fact that he's not coming back
And that I'll be alright...
Tepid is the temperate waters of a balmy sea. As organic trees swing in curvatures. Equilibrium is not a given thing. Particularly not when infestation is right so don't chuck a horse in a bin. When a rabbit uses a fish knife at the table of captain cabbage it's correct to assume that waves will reach great heights. Vaporising a very fat pickle on a mile long billiard table. Yawn is a fantastic option. Dragged dashing daggers dangerous dropping demonstrated xxxx zoological xxxx ha ha ha ***
Zoological mental state.
Yesterday's news brings trouble to today's date.
Xylophones ringing playing tunes of my sorrow.
Willing to give it all for a moment I can borrow.
Venus Flytraps eating away at my soul.
United we once were, I was whole.
Tragedy promoted our separation.
Scenes of lucidity remain of our immense devastation.
Responsive to avail.
Quietly singing to your lost soul as my eyes swell.
Picking away at cotton from this worn out sweater.
Oscillating thoughts, the pain is far from better.
No sunshine to illuminate the present.
Malice lingering in my heart is a vicious weapon.
Like a grenade awaiting explosion.
Kin on the branches of my family tree have ceased motion.
Juxtaposed to bitter benefits.
Impossible for a valued object to ignite any sentiment.
Head spinning like a whirlwind.
Grenadine mixed with tequila doesn't slow the spin.
Fishing for hope in a pool of disparity.
Enduring the loss of a creature of such rarity.
Descending to a place where the sun has no feasible presence.
Crippled by the memory of your warm essence.
Baffled by the mystery of life's lessons.
A life without you is one of constant regressions.
All Within
(Abecedarian)
As the night drifts down and
Braves the storm,
Chimes of the church bells
Dance to the rhythm while the
Evening moon is reaching down,
Filling all hearts with calm.
Gentle rain is talking, all the
Hills turning green
In the twilight purple glow, the
Joyous month of June
Keeps all the colors in tune.
Looking into the clear blue sky
Mother nature happily smiles.
Northern stars shining bright,
Outdoors heavenly light.
Poets heartfelt dream, a magic
Quill to write poetry for all the world to read.
Reflecting hills dressed in white,
Splendorous sparkling diamond like.
To feel the warmness of the rising sun
Unfolding life on earth forever,
Valiant and vigorously from above
Within His blessed love.
Xerophilous plants
Yawn in boredom, life in the
Zoological garden goes on,
There was once a chap of a zoological crew
And he got always plenty to do
One day he was prey
Nothing else more to say
So ended the fellow's life in the zoo
A
triptych
of vignettes-
in paradise
lost
August Macke's A Zoological Garden
on page 1 at http://www.augustmacke.org/home-1-48-1-0.html
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