If this poem had a life before I wrote it,
this poem was a penguin.
This poem waddled,
not just because it was a penguin,
also because this poem was fat.
This poem was a fat penguin.
And not just the black and white kind;
this poem was an electric blue fat penguin
who never really understood it was different
until its parents let it out to play with the other little penguins
and they started teasing it and calling it blue bird.
Until that moment,
this poem had no idea that it was a bird.
All this poem knew was that its heartbeat was like a simile
and it had metaphors for feet
and they did not dance.
This poem embraced its electric blue nature
and never saw itself as the underdog
because it was a penguin who lived in Antarctica
and it had no concept of what a dog was
or what it might be under.
Penguins just don’t think like that.
This poem smacked a seal with a couplet underwater.
None of the other penguins believed it,
but it did.
This poem waddled with a lazy swag
and leaned a little to the right
so sometimes it walked in circles.
This poem had 360 degrees of perspective
and -50 degree wind chills.
This poem had more than 50 words for snow
and no words for poetry.
It just lived
and didn't even listen to what other people wrote about it
because it's windy in Antarctica
and you can't really hear much.

there was a little eskimo
his home was made of ice
he was very kind and very very nice
he walked along the ice looking for a hole
trying to catch a fish with his little pole
one day when he was fishing he saw a penguin cry
the eskimo  went over and he asked him why
i have lost my way he said i drifted of my track
dont worry said the eskimo i will take you back
the eskimo was clever and new is way around
and took the penguin back to his penguin ground
penguin he was happy he was now back home
he said goodbye to eskimo and never again did roam

Are you my penguin?
Yes. . . this may surely sound odd
But, the beauty of the basis of this question
Is true

You see, these simple little lovely tuxedos
They waddle around the forever winter
All by there lonesome
Until they spot another little tuxedo
Roaming the winter flakes

They fall in love
Rub their icy beaks
Together they are one

They waddle together now
Have little tuxedos of their own
Raise them, then grow old together

Never leaving one another's side

That is the love I feel
That is the curious little emotion I carry for you
I have penguin love for you my dear
I've known it a very long time now

So I ask you, my sweetheart
Are you my forevermore?
Here to stay until we are old and crazy?
Are you my true love?

Are you my penguin love?

there once was a polar bear he was big and white  so beautiful took look  at and such a lovely sight.
he lived in a country where there was cold and ice  and to the polar bear this was very nice.
one day when he was walking he heard a penguin cry so he went to have a look and see the reason why.
the penguin  he was  stuck on an iceberg oh so high he couldnt get back down cause because he couldnt fly
the polar bear stood so he was very high  and rescued the penguin  from the iceberg in the sky.

there was a little penuin he got lost one day
in his land of ice so very far away
penguin he got bored and took at little roam
thats how he got lost and so far away from home
he began to cry and feeling really sad
now he was all alone with no  mum or dad
suddenly a polar bear was  slowly walking by
and he could see the penguin had teardrops in his eye
he could see the penguin was clearly in a mess
the bear said he would help  to get through his distress.
polar bear stood up  way up in the air
i can see your home he said its just over there
penguin he was happy and very very glad
he was going home again to be with mum and dad.

I am a penguin, a stupid bird,
That trained her wings to swim
In circles through dark cold waters.
Contrary to popular belief not
All penguins mate for life,
Warm water penguins do,
But emperor penguins only stay
Together for winter and most
Of that time it’s a long distance
Relationship. They use the idea
Of each other to keep warm.
I wonder if emperor penguins
Break up when spring comes,
Or do they simply go their
Separate ways without explanation.
I am a warm water penguin who’s
Found herself in foreign waters.  
Do not fall for emperor penguins
Yes they are tall and beautiful,
But they only need you for winter.
He will call you pretty and say
He misses you, he will see you in
The spring. These words are not for you.
When the sun breaks through
He will not answer your calls.
He will not say goodbye, and you
Will not be able to enjoy the warmth
Because you long for the delusion of winter
Because you worry that you wasted your
One shot at love or rather he did.
Stupid bird, now you know:
You can believe in love at first sight
But there is no guarantee that
Your penguin will love you back.

A man spoke to me today,
On the train home from work,

He reached for my hands,
Carelessly, as if it were natural,
His were leather, rough,
With grinning eyes,
And tired lips,
He spoke,

    I am a penguin.

Now, I thought, that was odd,
But who am I to judge?
So I remained patiently quiet.

    I am a penguin,
     With my tattered suit,
      I care for my young-
       And for my mate,
        Whom I love deeply.

How sweet, I thought,
That he could care so much,
But what is the point?

    I am a penguin,
     The stone I got my wife-
      Was the shiniest on the beach,
       And I braved seals,
        For her, I am enough.

Now, that's adorable,
But his hands were firm,
And sweaty,
Leave me alone, my eyes asked.

    I am a penguin,
     But I tire of it,
      And perhaps for a moment,
       I'd rather be a dolphin,
        And swim away, with you...

But sir,
I said,
Do you know what I am?

    No, why?

        I am obsidian,
       Dark, hard, sharp,
      Forged in the fires of chaos,
     And if you hold me without care,
    I'll cut a *****.

there was a purple penguin a funny chap was he
for a purple penguin is something you dont see
he was very different he wasnt black and white
he was very purple and very very bright.
he lived on the ice in a land so faraway
very very friendly he just loved to play
he like to slide along in his land of ice
he was very kind and very very nice
all the penguins loved him they would play all day
the little purple penguin kept them bright and gay.

there was a little polar bear he was feeling blue
he lost his mum and didnt know what to
he sat on the ice and he began to cry
noticed by a penguin who was gently passing by
what is wrong asked penguin is there something i can do
the bear he told his story why he was so blue
dont worry said the penguin come along with me
we will look together to see where she might be
then they  heard a roar  it was mummy bear
there she is said penguin standing over there
little bear was happy  and cuddled in to mum
thanked the little penguin his best friend and his chum

there was a purple penguin a funny chap was he
for a purple penguin is something you dont see
he was very different he wasnt black and white
he was very purple and very very bright.
he lived on the ice in a land so faraway
very very friendly he just loved to play
he like to slide along in his land of ice
he was very kind and very very nice
all the penguins loved him they would play all day
the little purple penguin kept them bright and gay.