"bonobo" poems - Hello Poetry

All day panda girl reclines Exercise she declines Horsey girl will bring you luck ( U ) Her legs are strong and she drives a truck Bonobo girl is worth consideration Taking account of her reputation Cat girl charms you with her eyes She chings her claws and claims her prize Crocodile girl will make you happy Until she gets a bit too snappy Dormouse girl may give a peep Together you'll have a lovely sleep Turtle girl will be just swell If you coax her from her shell Wallaby girl needs some space To hop about from place to place Tarantula girl gives you pangs When she shows her fearsome fangs Cougar woman's after me Completing my fantasy Menagerie

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Jan 18, 2012

Jan 18, 2012 at 1:33 PM UTC

martin

Girls just fun

All day panda girl reclines Exercise she declines Horsey girl will bring you luck ( U ) Her legs are strong and she drives a truck Bonobo girl is worth consideration Taking account of her reputation Cat girl charms you with her eyes She chings her claws and claims her prize Crocodile girl will make you happy Until she gets a bit too snappy Dormouse girl may give a peep Together you'll have a lovely sleep Turtle girl will be just swell If you coax her from her shell Wallaby girl needs some space To hop about from place to place Tarantula girl gives you pangs When she shows her fearsome fangs Cougar woman's after me Completing my fantasy Menagerie

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The bonobo baked more banana bread in four stone ovens. Made monkeys unhungry but her brick bungalow became so smokey.

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Feb 28, 2015

Feb 28, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC

SKGarcia

Banana Bread

The bonobo baked more banana bread in four stone ovens. Made monkeys unhungry but her brick bungalow became so smokey.

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Bonobo oboes Bongoes goes ******* agent Bonny nymphomaniacs Bonanza 'za Bonbon bones Bonker kerosene Bonsai saints

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Mar 16, 2014

Mar 16, 2014 at 11:10 AM UTC

spenser-dafydd-eddy-grimm

**** Hill

Bonobo oboes Bongoes goes ******* agent Bonny nymphomaniacs Bonanza 'za Bonbon bones Bonker kerosene Bonsai saints

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So, it’s three in the morning and a man in a gorilla suit is running across my lawn. Quigley runs figure-eights—yapping, yelping. The light in McKevitt’s window flickers on then off—he doesn’t see this **** stumbling and slopping about the dark yard, pulling at the plush love handles of his unwieldy suit—its zipper just visible in blue moonlight. He’s trying not to step on the little black dog nipping at his paw. I pace at the window hoping he will leave. I pace some more and fumble at the nightstand for a cigarette. I beat my chest to scare this thing away and though I feel foolish, I grunt. I grunt and expect him to listen to reason— he doesn’t and collapses near the shed. Quigley watches him—curiously cocking his head. He licks the rubber face with his pink tongue thinking this monkey’s me—not well at all and sopped in booze. I get under the cold sheet. I toss. I turn. I curse the ****** ape well into morning. I hit snooze until I’m sure he’s gone. This has been going on for weeks I beat my chest and show my teeth. I pace the dark room—smoking, grumbling. I consider buying a bigger dog, a bigger gun. I send him death threats, then love notes. Nothing works— I can’t shake this monkey from my back. So excuse me for calling at this odd hour to howl about my primate problem—the chimp on my shoulder. or maybe a bonobo? (you know, the one that made life with me so hard.) In any case, he’s my problem now and tonight he’s knocking at the door

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May 10, 2010

May 10, 2010 at 8:05 AM UTC

kevin-trant

Primates

So, it’s three in the morning and a man in a gorilla suit is running across my lawn. Quigley runs figure-eights—yapping, yelping. The light in McKevitt’s window flickers on then off—he doesn’t see this **** stumbling and slopping about the dark yard, pulling at the plush love handles of his unwieldy suit—its zipper just visible in blue moonlight. He’s trying not to step on the little black dog nipping at his paw. I pace at the window hoping he will leave. I pace some more and fumble at the nightstand for a cigarette. I beat my chest to scare this thing away and though I feel foolish, I grunt. I grunt and expect him to listen to reason— he doesn’t and collapses near the shed. Quigley watches him—curiously cocking his head. He licks the rubber face with his pink tongue thinking this monkey’s me—not well at all and sopped in booze. I get under the cold sheet. I toss. I turn. I curse the ****** ape well into morning. I hit snooze until I’m sure he’s gone. This has been going on for weeks I beat my chest and show my teeth. I pace the dark room—smoking, grumbling. I consider buying a bigger dog, a bigger gun. I send him death threats, then love notes. Nothing works— I can’t shake this monkey from my back. So excuse me for calling at this odd hour to howl about my primate problem—the chimp on my shoulder. or maybe a bonobo? (you know, the one that made life with me so hard.) In any case, he’s my problem now and tonight he’s knocking at the door

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where did my phone go the bonobo doesn't know the only goal is soul. Tread lightly on the unknown, the queen bee is dumb as hate I ate what i ate then the figure eight has been skated a great intimate lethal pajamas are all plaid laid pink and black alternating whose laying down and feuding hysterical manic destitute a lewd groomed spitoonn running out of gas like a dragster of the unconscious mind The double dark chocolate appears vanilla at the witching hour eleven minutes before the score shows the trolls no longer know where home or a bridge to go sticking needles in haystacks, a lit cigarette laid back smoking next to a burnt out filament A lightbulb incandescence is a recipe heaven sent from ****** addiction just like ritalin is diagnosed for children prescribe amephatimes for the future to cling nooseless to sleeping pills for tomorrow comes this morning

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Feb 25, 2015

Feb 25, 2015 at 7:19 AM UTC

sean-cason

where did my phone go

where did my phone go the bonobo doesn't know the only goal is soul. Tread lightly on the unknown, the queen bee is dumb as hate I ate what i ate then the figure eight has been skated a great intimate lethal pajamas are all plaid laid pink and black alternating whose laying down and feuding hysterical manic destitute a lewd groomed spitoonn running out of gas like a dragster of the unconscious mind The double dark chocolate appears vanilla at the witching hour eleven minutes before the score shows the trolls no longer know where home or a bridge to go sticking needles in haystacks, a lit cigarette laid back smoking next to a burnt out filament A lightbulb incandescence is a recipe heaven sent from ****** addiction just like ritalin is diagnosed for children prescribe amephatimes for the future to cling nooseless to sleeping pills for tomorrow comes this morning

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Once reproduction needs Have been put to bed The Pleasure Center illuminates Like stars in the night sky Same-sex genital rubbing In Bonobo groups ***** Dolphins swimming furiously And that ******** in your nightstand ****** light bulbs Of dopamine and oxytocin To fit one’s socket And personal preference. The Center for all Exceptional satisfactions, And the sinister ones, Chained to the dungeon of the ID Advancement flirts with darkness. With denser crenulations Comes a twisted taste Can you guess whose tongue it belongs to?

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Dec 28, 2015

Dec 28, 2015 at 2:59 AM UTC

chantelle-figueroa

Center of Pleasure

Once reproduction needs Have been put to bed The Pleasure Center illuminates Like stars in the night sky Same-sex genital rubbing In Bonobo groups ***** Dolphins swimming furiously And that ******** in your nightstand ****** light bulbs Of dopamine and oxytocin To fit one’s socket And personal preference. The Center for all Exceptional satisfactions, And the sinister ones, Chained to the dungeon of the ID Advancement flirts with darkness. With denser crenulations Comes a twisted taste Can you guess whose tongue it belongs to?

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Pour faire sourire ma muse Malgré elle je fais le pitre : Je me fais animal en extinction Tamarin lion de jour Et Ara cobalt de nuit Et je fais constamment la mue Entre Anodorhynchus leari Et Leontopithecus rosalia Et à force de mues Je perds le Nord Je me pends par la queue Aux branches de mon nid Je fais des grimaces et je lèche le bec des femelles En rut. Mais ma muse raffole Non pas de ma race folle De tamarin-ara métis Mais des gorilles, bonobos et magots Et autre faune libertine... Elle adore ! Elle est admirative ! J'ai beau lui sortir ma généalogie ascendante de mandrill Mes trois seizièmes de sang bonobo, Mes trois seizièmes de gènes de gorille, Mes trois seizièmes d'âme de macaque de barbarie Et mon blason d'argent à quatre fasces de gueules Ma muse n'en a cure. Elle n 'a d'yeux que pour ces bonobos, Gorilles et magots légitimes D'authentique Afrique mythique.

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Aug 21, 2019

Aug 21, 2019 at 2:04 AM UTC

cyclone-wolfok-baltimore

Gorille, bonobo et magot

Pour faire sourire ma muse Malgré elle je fais le pitre : Je me fais animal en extinction Tamarin lion de jour Et Ara cobalt de nuit Et je fais constamment la mue Entre Anodorhynchus leari Et Leontopithecus rosalia Et à force de mues Je perds le Nord Je me pends par la queue Aux branches de mon nid Je fais des grimaces et je lèche le bec des femelles En rut. Mais ma muse raffole Non pas de ma race folle De tamarin-ara métis Mais des gorilles, bonobos et magots Et autre faune libertine... Elle adore ! Elle est admirative ! J'ai beau lui sortir ma généalogie ascendante de mandrill Mes trois seizièmes de sang bonobo, Mes trois seizièmes de gènes de gorille, Mes trois seizièmes d'âme de macaque de barbarie Et mon blason d'argent à quatre fasces de gueules Ma muse n'en a cure. Elle n 'a d'yeux que pour ces bonobos, Gorilles et magots légitimes D'authentique Afrique mythique.

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You feel it, I feel it too,the sun is fading away, The rains come down but never hit our foreheads, The wind is the only one left ,but it’s more stronger than it was, The learned say that the earth is moving more slowly, The righteous say that the end is coming, The old say that their time is coming, But what about us? There is always tomorrow,more drinks,more fun,more blasphemy, Those in their own worlds plan to build a new world on mars, Those with power pass bills legalizing the illegal, But here we are following them like loyal dogs, Letting men be gay like bonobo monkeys,and still see themselves normal I wasn’t speak of the women but it doesn’t mean they are right They bleach to look like these people yet the babies tell it all Children doing what the aged even can’t yet they say times do change , What about the blacks ?still trying to cling like an ant in a fast-flowing water to their principals but for how long, Will I marry a woman or will I choose a man, Will I be faithful or will I look for the virus, Will I pray or will I go astray, Will I work or will I worship to get money, Will I .........……… Questions about what I will do, I’m here for the true AFRICAN MAN I’m here for the true AFRICAN WOMEN AM HERE FOR AFRICA We fight for our principal That’s why am looking for a woman to love me without any western influences on money, I’m here for an African job, principal for the western culture has failed to hide their vices

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Sep 13, 2019

Sep 13, 2019 at 2:00 PM UTC

Russellosiemo23

YOU FEEL IT?

You feel it, I feel it too,the sun is fading away, The rains come down but never hit our foreheads, The wind is the only one left ,but it’s more stronger than it was, The learned say that the earth is moving more slowly, The righteous say that the end is coming, The old say that their time is coming, But what about us? There is always tomorrow,more drinks,more fun,more blasphemy, Those in their own worlds plan to build a new world on mars, Those with power pass bills legalizing the illegal, But here we are following them like loyal dogs, Letting men be gay like bonobo monkeys,and still see themselves normal I wasn’t speak of the women but it doesn’t mean they are right They bleach to look like these people yet the babies tell it all Children doing what the aged even can’t yet they say times do change , What about the blacks ?still trying to cling like an ant in a fast-flowing water to their principals but for how long, Will I marry a woman or will I choose a man, Will I be faithful or will I look for the virus, Will I pray or will I go astray, Will I work or will I worship to get money, Will I .........……… Questions about what I will do, I’m here for the true AFRICAN MAN I’m here for the true AFRICAN WOMEN AM HERE FOR AFRICA We fight for our principal That’s why am looking for a woman to love me without any western influences on money, I’m here for an African job, principal for the western culture has failed to hide their vices

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adult bonobos have *** with infant bonobos it is part of their culture think of that, the next time a human is arrested for shameful behavior

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Feb 9, 2016

Feb 9, 2016 at 12:07 PM UTC

samantha-rose-schaefer

The Bonobo

adult bonobos have *** with infant bonobos it is part of their culture think of that, the next time a human is arrested for shameful behavior

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