by Celeste Butler-Mendez |
What underhanded monkey business
razzle-dazzle bull is this?
Whose double-crossing, flimflam scam,
debauchery or hocus sham
is wheeling dealing in romance,
putting lovers in a trance?
Antics, capers or witch's brew,
enchanting hymns or shaman's stew,
whose quackery or voodoo drink
made Casanova stop and think
and turned the ancient lovers cold;
poor Romeo and nymphs of old?
Perhaps black magic's potent gel,
or craftiness or wicked spell,
a clever con or master hoax,
or just some trickster playing jokes.
Whatever ruse that works the arts,
mumbo jumbo seduces hearts!
by SKAT A |
adventure, brother, fantasy, funny, funny love, giggle, girlfriend,
There once was a monkey named Frank
Who loved to walk the plank
He said too many jokes
Pulled too many hoaxe-s
Ha! Ha! Ha! Then he got a good spank
Who's that monkey in front of me
I dare to hang with you on a tree
Oh! What I do? Will you do?
Together we are like glue
Is that my flea or your flea?
~ Skat ~
by Anthony Biaanco |
broken glass world
pithed with black flags
madmen and misfits
where is our god in all this fantastic muck?
Atop an out of touch mountain top...
salving wounds of savant sons
Far below all the rest flayed and salted
our collective-depressive monkey minds fleeing to
drifting upon shark finned ponds
flaming arrows line the shores
ribbed strays and one legged orphans
turning tricks for milk and crumbs,
and the rustic prosthetic called
by Declan Molloy |
Noisy Little monkey
Techno junkie, clever monkey
Habilis in magic mist
Little Lucy's dream
Swingers in city sky
sunlit opposing thumbs
sad bipedal thing...
Flint knapper back stabber
rapping dancer man
tippers, dark skin tappers
ancient mountain clans
Neanderthal folk dying oak
river crashing sounds
rumbling in that stormy pass
above ancestral ground
Searching warming grass
Silent monkeys dared
Invented gods of love and fear
hung them in the stars
Remember fingers in winter corn
Oh warriors of the plain long lost
Sapient kings of a dying earth
just shadows in approaching dusk
by Tom Larrow |
children, teacher, wisdom,
Tell me, why does God make puddles, in our driveway, when it rains?
Then mom says "play but, don't get dirty, cuz I won't get out the stains"
God made me, to love that feeling, of jumping in them with both feet
I'll send that water flying, maybe as high as mom and daddy's seat
Then mom yells "girl you know better, look at the mess you've made
Our clothes and shoes, filthy, wet and dirty, like a monkey in the arcade
This child constantly tries my patience, dear God why is she such a pest?
Astonished by Gods answer “when teaching lessons, I use my very best”
by Leon Enriquez |
Mind and heart know the way of flow,
Opt to receive the grace of zest;
Now sense the glow of love that shows,
Keep and achieve your affluent best;
Eye with delight bliss with sure ease,
Yes dare to seek blessings most grand.
Bright words spark sight of scented peace,
Urge your bold peaks in joy's lifespan;
Sights and sounds swirl and call you now,
Indulge the heart with happy days;
Niche then your world with fond endow,
Expand fine start through rainbow rays;
Set your mind clear with faith that grounds,
Soar beyond fear to peace profound.
09 February 2016
by joyce wolayo |
allusion, anger, angst, best friend, break up,
His colours are usually red
Which stands for brotherhood
White which stands for purity and honesty
Blue which stands for love and good luck
However when I saw him recently
His colours had changed
They pierced my eye sight and hurt my pride
His colour had become a terrible nightmare to me
The colours were black
For a darkened hurt inside him
He was grey the colour of a turning
Storm ready to explode in my face
It was also yellow in his face
Like a bomb just exploded and left
In its wake a heap of burning debris
I did not expect to find a mysterious friend
Turned into a real monkey
Into an enemy
Into a fool
He was no more.
by Asif Andalib |
life, love, passion, romance, song-me, me,
Baby tell me you like me
Like a poet likes poetry
Baby tell me you love me
Like a flower loves a bee
Baby tell me you need me
Like a river needs a sea
Baby tell me you want me
Like a monkey wants a tree
Baby tell me you miss me
Like a sad heart misses glee
by Samuel Durant |
lost love, , cute,
one year for christmas i got this book
called 'people of wal-mart'
filled with gross photos
of fat people in tight clothing
except for this one picture
of this cute chick holding a monkey
the top half of her head wasn't in the photo
but man, she had a pretty nose
cute chin, too
oh monkey girl
will i ever know the pleasure
of navigating shopping facilities
with primate in tow
and my monkey girl?
by Duke Beaufort |
Five vow to be corporate wench
To twist votes with their monkey wrench
The freed business fist
Full of money--they've kissed!
Gives Robert's court bench quite a stench
Moneyed pigs love this press release
Their chunks of great wealth must increase!
These skunks gorge and snort
Their ads—thanks Supreme Court—
Are greed that’s been freed and won’t cease
by charles hice |
imagination, life, people, woman,
The Monkey And The Woman
The monkey and the woman
out of burnt nostrils.
out of female lungs.
Looks(better than a poodle).
Not young or old not bad.
Between drinks,carrying a purse.
Walking to her next rendevous.
The woman of Flagstaff,
dismissed the monkey.
No love for you.
But no way am I sad.
The part I am missing,
is still somewhere in my future.
Charles Robert Hice
Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice
by Patricia Bernard |
body, desire, heart, love, romance, sexy, truth,
This much is true I do need you
For ever waking hour and even in my dreams
You are with me and I can only say this is sweet
torture to me
I feel you to the very apex of my sex
When you are near I start to tremble with fear
you will smell just how wet my seat
is for you now this is not lust I trust
For this is true love
You kiss me and I lose all sense of time
I am like a sentence without a conjunction I can not function
You are the yun to my yan
Make me complete say you will stay make hot monkey sex with me please
If it is not ment to be forever I will settle for right now
For I need you inside not outside don't you see make me complete
by Neldy Jolo |
absence, addiction, adventure, age, art, baby, birthday,
So cold in the cave
The serenity of religious rituals
I can feel how peaceful is living
And the being living in peace
Harmoniously blended with other faith
The doves are flying inside here
They flap their wings with no harm
The monkeys are waiting for the visitors
In the 272 steps they are seen sacred
A cone like stiff of the cave interior
I love it.
I love you peace. Let's sail together. Layag Sug!
by Barbara Cotter |
allegory, angst, imagination, lost love, love, old, day, old,
If it's just the organ grinder
with his little pet monkey
give him a penny
and send him on.
If it's just the organ grinder
coming around to tell me
what time it is,
tell him I bought a clock.
I had a tolerance for the old man
and his little dressed up monkey,
but day after day the same old tune,
I grow bored. He was quaint once
but now I'm seated comfortably.
If it's just the organ grinder,
give him a penny, or two cents,
send him on to the next house.
by Jackie Manuel |
Was it a mocha latte or a moch frap ?
My mind escapes me at the moment
I can nor grasp nor reenact the events that play in my late memory
Was it you screaming or me leaving that played the biggest part
I cannot recall
But it is said if you love it you must let it depart
I hold it less at my heart and more as a monkey on my back
I think more so.....
Never mind, forget it, I'll never get that memory back
Long as the Great Wall of China or short as a life span
excuse my inner thoughts Im just babbling
Guess I'm going through a life transe
by Michelle Wingrove |
son, love, , cute,
Cheeky little monkey
All sweetness and light
Huggable and cuddly
He brings such delight
He gets in moods a lot
And has a habit of annoyance
But you can’t stay mad with him long
Cos he is as cute as they come
I love my little Jordyn
I love him so much
I can’t explain
The closeness we have together
And his incredible touch
He is my baby boy
My youngest little man
The cheeky one
Of all the clan
by Annie Lander |
age, beautiful, break up, conflict, dedication,
When You Follow Your Heart
We might have made love
In the bed of roses: the bed of fragrant flowers
As we consummate the joy of true love: at age sixty
where the pursuit of pleasure: is a taboo subject
where the Irish moss warms our soft lips:
We might have reversed the aging process, because
our bodies become fascinating and seductive: coherently
We might have rattled the monkey cage: like epic lovers growing old
With one thing on our minds: we follow our hearts
by Jagdish Bajantri |
Monkey & Human
Jumping,jumping,jumping in a box
monkey would like to dance
would like to scratch
hurry,hurry,hurry monkey would like
eating,eating,eating human wants to
anger,anger,anger monkey would like
sending,sending,sending human wants
to send monkey to the sun
ramayan,ramayan,ramayan in that we can see
monkey and human fight for good
poems,poems,poems monkey wants to read
human wants to sing a poem,wink
with love all
by Pamela Griffiths |
The monkey sits in a tree so high
Looking towards the reddening sky
A Mars effect is happening now
As the sun is setting the effect is wow
In light of the setting sun monkey calls
The other monkeys listen over waterfalls
Monkey madness is here today
All screeching in a wondrous play
Monkeys are swinging high above
Screeching out their undying love
The mating call of the primate group
All cling together in life’s sweet loop
by Nola Perez |
You imagined his love an antidote
not an addiction to enslave you,
but when the spiral you were in, left you
with a splintered heart, that fragile part
surrendered when you laid down
your arms you became a junkie for his em-
brace,you wore a monkey on your back,
you were an abyss of unworthiness.
Yet in the finality of it all when
you were back upon the shelf, know
you did not fall to Love, but to
the Shadow self. It's not the same,
so brook no blame, and bless
the one who stayed, and stayed again.
Bless him who embraced both
shadow and the sun.
by Patricia Lawton |
animal, children, , cute,
My Name Is Maisey.
My name is Maisey, I'm a chimpanzee
and I live at London Zoo.
Where you can come and feed me
I'll do some tricks for you.
I love to swing from tree to tree
or roll about in grass.
If you throw a ball to me
I'll bounce it then I'll pass.
I love to eat bananas, oranges well
any kind of fruit.
I'll pull a funny face at you,
one you'll find is cute.
So when you come to London Zoo
and seek the chimpanzee.
Just find the one named Maisey
cause that chimp will be me.
I'm cheeky and I'm funny
and I love little girls and boys.
I promise if you visit me
I'll make lots of monkey noise.
by Peter Lewis Holmes |
Phew! ….her perfume as she passed,
knocked the swift from the sky
and the monkey from the temple wall:
beat fast my raggedy heart!
by Atef Ayadi |
art, love, peace, philosophy,
If I am a monkey
And I see myself
I will choose to walk straight
Across my fear,
Rather than swinging between
by Caren Krutsinger |
getting out my paints
primary and secondary
starting slowly, but working my way to a frenzy
tossing out a few dots
begin penciling in some lines
thinking animals as I do this.
an eagle, an elk, a monkey,
something fun, humorous, clever
lots of yellows, reds, and blues.
love the basics.
a little black, some white, more than usual
I like bright. Bright is the ruler of the scepter if you ask me.
tossing some random bulls into the fray
Pondering whether or not to leave it alone.
This is how I know it is finished.
I love it!
by Kaelan Fox |
birthday, depression, friendship, happy birthday, hope, jealousy, life,
When days are long and work is hard
And life just seems to leave you scarred
You wake, you sleep, your purpose lost
You chose this path of unknown cost
You think you move but go nowhere
The road ahead just looks so bare
There’s no escape from this decay
You get the world you give away
But then one day the sun comes out
And freedom’s voice begins to shout
The cheer of friends and warmth above
Reminds you life has so much love
A wife, some dogs, and music’s gift
A writer’s envy comes on swift
Although you’re old, you’re not yet grey
So, happy monkey-fighting birthday!