#donkey
He struck the spark
like flint against boredom,
a brief sun born in his fingers
curiosity wearing the smell of smoke.
“Let’s see,” he murmured,
as if the world were a matchbox
and the donkey a page
waiting to be underlined by fire.
Dry twigs on the animal’s spine
whispered like old paper,
and the wind
that gossiping accomplice
leaned in to listen.
The ember kissed the brittle heap.
A red mouth opened.
Then another.
Tongues of flame rehearsed their alphabet
on a living back.
Hair curled into black commas.
Skin wrote its pain in heat.
The air tasted of resin and panic,
of sap turned to scream.
The donkey bolted
a storm with hooves,
dragging a small sunset behind it.
Fire learned to run,
to breathe,
to climb with hunger.
Its bray tore the sky
a cracked bell
no scripture cared to translate.
And he?
He stepped back,
palms warm with invention,
eyes bright with a child’s experiment
now grown teeth.
He clapped at the spectacle
how beautifully an idea burns
then watched it sprout legs
and refuse his leash.
Distance bloomed between them.
Courage shrank to a sentence.
So he cupped his hands and shouted:
“If you have any sense
to the lake!”
Wisdom, late as dusk,
arrived in a voice carried by ash.
How neat the logic:
ignite the back,
then appoint the burning
as custodian of reason.
He would not touch the truth
it had become a weather.
He could not outrun it
it had learned his pace.
In the wind’s ledger
he scribbled a moral
with a charcoal thumb:
“Reason matters.”
Behind him, the path glittered
with falling cinders
tiny verdicts.
Ahead, the donkey
wrote with muscle and terror,
its shadow a torn banner of light:
fire is not argued with
it is drowned.
But the one who made the sun
carried no water.
Only a voice,
thin as smoke,
offering directions.
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 11:34 PM UTC
I tether my breath to time's unravel,
buy a donkey, name him Truth.
He carries me where oil once did,
hooves carving futures into soft grass.
No black smoke veils my gaze,
no machine howls, demanding war's feast.
I listen...ears, not engines...
the silence a command to remember.
The donkey, wise beyond all measure,
whispers, “Your Earth was never broken.
It is you who cracked and bled.”
I laugh, dark and hollow, unsure if playful.
Stop the bloodshed, caress what still breathes.
The donkey leads; I follow,
away from the edge of forgetting.
The past is forward. I begin to listen.
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 3:49 AM UTC
The larger the herd,
the more confident the donkey becomes for he mistakes the echo of many hooves for the thunder of his own.
But the wise one walks alone,
hearing his heart as clearly as the mountain hears the wind.
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 7:55 PM UTC
The donkey asked, “Why write, my friend,
when sorrow has no happy end?”
The poet smirked, “Because it pays
in misery and unpaid praise.”
The donkey brayed, “Then why not rest?”
The poet laughed, “I have tried my best.
But sleep would not come to minds that think
their dreams all drown before they sink.”
The donkey sighed, “So what is your plan?”
The poet said, “To fool God’s hand.
I will rhyme my pain, I will jest my doom,
and make despair my dressing room.”
Then both walked off, side by side
the donkey sane, the poet fried.
They walked away, a tragic pair the donkey wise, the poet bare.
And Heaven laughed, “Oh, here we go another artist stealing woe.”
Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 5:34 AM UTC
The donkey said, with eyes so deep,
“The world’s a muddle secrets keep.
But listen close, and you will find,
The devil dwells within the mind.
It whispers softly, makes you crave,
For hollow dreams, a wanting grave.
It fills the heart with fear and doubt,
And slowly drains the good things out.
Ah,” the donkey sighed, a dusty sound,
“The mind can build and tear down ground.
It makes the rules, it sets the pace,
Then hides all kindness in disgrace.
So heed me, friend,” he said with plea,
“Be mindful of what you choose to see.
The world’s not wicked, just confined,
By the illusions of the mind.”
Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 3:55 AM UTC
A whisper bends where wisdom hides.
The skies will split, the wind decides.
The hoof shall strike where truth resides.
And rivers glow in mirrored tides.
The prophecy rides on shadowed beams,
Its voice a shatter beneath the seams.
Where donkeys chant in broken streams,
Their bray ignites the sunlit dreams.
Sep 4, 2025
Sep 4, 2025 at 9:34 PM UTC
Little donkey travelling
To Bethlehem and his hooves
So strong and so clunky
He trotted all the way to Bethlehem
And brayed to convey
And he's travelling to meet
Our savior Lord Jesus Christ.
Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 2:41 PM UTC
Lonely donkey
standing in a field
munching words
not quite fitting in with the herd
all the other beasts are brown
he is green, with stripes and one ear
braying out poems
that noone else can hear
he isn’t unhappy
as he chews in the sun
but it’s hard to be
the only one
Mar 22, 2024
Mar 22, 2024 at 9:36 AM UTC
Saying to your health
In the meaning of his words,"
Do not let any food without covering
As you do not know who was passing over
or by its boundary
you do not know who was smelling
or breath in it
if it is difficult to cover
put a rod or long knife or spoon over
to give the meaning of moral
if you get up after sleep
do not touch any food
before you wash your hand
as you do not know where it was
when the Friday comes
you must wash up
to clean your appearance
and the inner soul
and put good smell
use the toothpick
at every pray
to clean your teeth
, get good breath
And get satisfy of your God
And strength your teeth
When the prophet sent the messengers
To kings and the princess
to let them know the new religion
Islam
The governor of Egypt admired
He sent to the prophet of the present
It was a donkey female, two slaves' girls
The honey and doctor
the prophet accepted all, but he returned the doctor
He said," we do not need him
As we do not eat until we get hunger
And if we eat we do not get full"
In his meanings and words
He said,"the stomach is the home of the illness"
," if you want to eat
Do not get full
If you want
Let third for your drink
And third for your breath"
We know persons who dead by throttle
As they ate and slept
Without getting time to let the food digested
Or get ordered in abdomen
When the delegations came
To enter Islam and get checked him
He learnt someone has leprosy
He told his friends to let that sick out
And he blessed and prayed for him
When he finished his defecation and urinate
He performed ablution
He ordered his followers to do it
He ordered not the sick entered to the right
And the right goes to the sick"
Except if he had his protect
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 10:56 PM UTC
Yes, it's seemingly a nonsensical rhetorical question, but, for that precise reason, it will illustrate a lesson, if you so desire to tag along for this short session.
Per Wikipedia, "The horse (Equus ferus caballus) is one of two extant subspecies of Equus ferus. It is an odd-toed ungulate mammal belonging to the taxonomic family Equidae." Hmmm... I much prefer that the horse goes "Nay," eats hay, has a mane, and is ridden by cowboys, cowgirls, Indians, equestrians, knights, jockeys, conquistadors, Mongols, and all. Even better, just point a horse out or otherwise show a picture to a kid and they will never be mistaken again. Even the littlest ones will never be stumped when faced with a rhino, tiger, giraffe, camel, and such.
Admittedly, there is a worry that we could be fooled with that of a donkey or mule. How come no one has taken advantage of this?! What a scam to get us rich! "Duh doy," you say, cause we all know when we see a horse, so why would anyone try to trick us with an *** Well I ask you in turn, why does anyone try to trick us with good art versus bad, let alone art versus crap? How could anyone fall for that?!
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 8:48 PM UTC
There is nothing so stupid
As arguing with the stupid
An eye for an eye
One mustn't kickback an ***
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 1:48 AM UTC
After a nice laugh a tear rolled down my cheek
Shrek wiped it with his big green ear
Want to take a mud bath? he said grinning
sure
We went outside to the swamp and I took my clothes off
Shrek did not like this
GET OUT ME SWAMP
I ran away and cried...
I came back refreshed to the cottage
I lied down
Shrek came in and took a bite of my onion
After that I was angry I yelled at Shrek
WHY DON'T YOU EVER KISS ME
Shrek was angered by this
I went down on my knees to pray
he went to the bathroom
Donkey came in
I had mixed emotions when Donkey came in
for the first time I was in love
his big ears
his hooves
his hair
his nose
I loved every bit
last night
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 8:08 AM UTC
oh yes, I remember when I was just a lad,
I was really quite bad.
I remember this one fall,
I drove my parents up the wall.
Up in the air the conversation flew,
And to annoy them more I answered with a "mew".
As I climbed the stairs and up into my room,
I slammed the door with a loud 'boom!'.
I stomped so loud on the floor,
And thought "oh, what a boor!'.
And up the stairs my parents sprung,
Their nattering in my ears rung.
I kicked and lashed out, not knowing what would happen next,
As I looked down, I thought I was hexed!
For if you stomp and kick,
You will be changed quite a bit...
Long grey ears grew high above my head,
"Help, help me!" I plead.
Hooves grew down to the floor,
And I gasped as I saw...
The little boy was no more.
Frantically I looked to my parents who said,
"I thought this would happen, I guess you need a new bed."
Now the boy is no more,
My parents bought a farm with a large moor.
And I help out more now,
As my job is pulling a plough!
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 11:14 AM UTC
I've got a gravy train riding hefer
and she's ready to deliver
all the goods and the services that I never give her
cuz she's mother ****** queen absalom
in the directory's cut
of the film that won a grammy and a mammy
and made it all the way to flavortown
in the south bahaman outback of queens land
and ate all my chili beans so that I would be sad on a green day
cuz I got granades in my ******* about ready to be pulled,
and there aint no sunshine when she's gone, and there's only darkness every day, but she's never gone too long because I never learn to live without her anyway.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC