December 2nd
It was our houses that were the aliens
we became the invasions
and I am no less guilty
needing these things as much
as any man if not more
lest the cold get to my troubled heart
the birds sing of things we couldn’t
we’re animals lost in communication
in which we still have no translation
The world is a tennis ball
we’re unravelling her skin
we’re only animals
trying to eat
but we took too much
from the feast
We are a shadow on the earth
turning ourselves into stone
with language that separates us
from the fire in the flame
we burned
In stillness
the wild will stroll
It’ll be the best form of acceptance
you’ll ever come to know
An explosion of thought
Ideas tunnelling
Early birds collecting the words
Beaks snapping
Butterflies smashing
Mammals cracking
A whirlpool of dreams
Steaming from teacups
Of time gone by
All a reflection
In a dinosaurs eye
All of this streamed by
A river
In my minds eye
A flicker
A flash
A kingfisher
A silhouette
A shadow
A stick figure
A wood preserved
In a prism
A lens
Capturing
Natures gems
Upturned umbrellas
Collecting confessions
Handles up toward the sky
In accusation
Of time
gone by
We are not the voice of the world
For we’re part of a choir of other animals that can be heard
To plant a seed and watch it sprout
Is not unique to us my friends
For with nature
We are not without.
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He’s drunk on the sly
He snatches another bite
Too many fermented apples
Don’t tell his wife, she thinks she’s the only apple of his eyes
She don’t know he’s not fit to fly
She’ll have a fit when she finds out
He’ll have spun ‘er a yarn or two
But that’s just like our Dave
The sheer cheek of ‘im
I love ‘im all the same.
There is something intelligent about an animal that only considers it’s next meal and contemplates when and where it might next sleep. The irony is that that intelligence wouldn’t be recognised as such if it wasn’t for a species such as us to be stupid enough to consider all of this in the first place.
I am her tree
where she explores
my human capability to bleed
NaPoWriMo day 1
eenBeasts in monkey clothing
Midnight junkies randy
With electric thinking
Decapitated from reality
But dressed so well
In their monkey suits
Trying to be better than the animals
In their aimless pursuits
Forgetting we’re animals too
I’ve committed a pet peeve of mine. I’ve referred to us humans as monkeys! I have committed this atrocity in the name of poetry because I had writer’s block and this is what came out, and I’m not willing to edit it when I’ve been creatively constipated.
Why is this a pet peeve of mine? Well, because humans are APES. And my pet peeve is people thinking monkeys and apes are the same thing!
Fun fact:
Excluding a few species of monkey and possibly some apes who diverge from the general rule, the way to tell the difference between a monkey and an ape is to look for a tail. Monkeys generally have tails, apes generally don’t have tails. Humans aren’t monkeys, you are a species of ‘great ape.’
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