"meerkat" poems
He heard her before he saw her
When he saw her he turned into a meerkat.
Her high heels seeking his attention.
He drew the line at sniffing her when he realised she was not dangerous.
She may have turned into a cobra if he did.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 4:22 AM UTC
there was a little meerkat he lived in zoo
miles away from home feeling very blue
missing all his family very sad was he
hoping maybe oneday his family he would see.
he decided to escape anyway he can
meerkat he was clever and made himself a plan
he waited till the dark so no one else could see
squeezed out from his cage now at last was free.
then he saw a boat anchored in the bay
meerkat decided he would stowaway
then the boat set sail and headed out to sea
he was heading home happy now was he.
meerkat made it home to his desert land
underneath the sun with miles and miles of sand.
surrounded by his family like he was before
happy and content he was home once more.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 8:15 AM UTC
A.
a child hears fairrie wings
amidst a damp forest, the meerkat
morning is peering over
the womb of night
is emerald - within the dawn :
a spectral spark
nature
B.
harmonious pristine in essence
imagination staves a longing
a lifetime, unseen to the human eye
moss, fern, gully green
grace immortal, golden, true
meerkat's observant utter innocence
sunlight now settles over day
clay is the sky, clay is the earth
clay is time .. spirits spiral out
into twilight, soft as electric rain
steaming, luminous pond water
let go
C.
that dream,
the most youthful childhood
by the light of the moon
dreamt, and dreamt a little harder,
a went on to grow up ..
..and dreamt
-of a far away lagoon
where meerkat looks on
as undiscovered as imagined
maybe real
on another planet, -in another galaxy
as real as hearing a flying fairrie's
wings sing.
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 7:20 PM UTC
*Meeting up with the dragon
was a page
out of an intergalactic adventure;
shaking hands with
doppelganger, it was.
He insisted that he is
still a mythical animal
just don't exist in real,
he was so apologetic
to the point of being mawkish,
"Don't want to mislead any one
to somewhere, let's be scientific
to think, you took such pains
to make this meeting happen,
which is not the case in real,
do you see me well?
He was in panic, it seemed,
took him in confidence and
made him stay put.
"What's real is a long debate
don't think I am real,
material world could
easily proved an illusion
matter in to energy and reverse
is the story we see here
quantum mechanics will
end all your qualms
everything is in a state of flux
even the scientists are,
sometimes they see black holes
and suddenly they think otherwise,
so the universe is not even
a handful of dust, it's energy
playing fancy dress..."
The dragon looked crust fallen,
"you should have met a dinosaur instead
at least they EXISTED,and Phew, what a variety
much more than a myth, which I am"
"Don't be apologetic, grand father's gift
grandma must have used her fun of imagination
to beget you and raise to such level of popularity
dragon or meerkat, all are fun, like human,
when none exists, but happily present
in mind and on these vast spaces our eyes see,
waiting to transform in to quanta of energy
when time summons, and God play dice.*
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 8:20 AM UTC
there was a little meerkat he lived in zoo
miles away from home feeling very blue
missing all his family very sad was he
hoping maybe oneday his family he would see.
he decided to escape anyway he can
meerkat he was clever and made himself a plan
he waited till the dark so no one else could see
squeezed out from his cage now at last was free.
then he saw a boat anchored in the bay
meerkat decided he would stowaway
then the boat set sail and headed out to sea
he was heading home happy now was he.
meerkat made it home to his desert land
underneath the sun with miles and miles of sand.
surrounded by his family like he was before
happy and content he was home once more.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
there was a little meerkat a lovely little soul
he live in the wild inside a little hole
he would roam around in the desert sand
then on his two back legs the meerkat would stand
looking out for danger when ever it was near
then warn all the others when the coast was clear
they would play all day underneath the sun
chasing one another having so much fun
they all lived together the way that it should be
these creatures of the wild with there lives so free
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 10:41 AM UTC
there was a little meerkat a lovely little soul
he live in the wild inside a little hole
he would roam around in the desert sand
then on his two back legs the meerkat would stand
looking out for danger when ever it was near
then warn all the others when the coast was clear
they would play all day underneath the sun
chasing one another having so much fun
they all lived together the way that it should be
these creatures of the wild with there lives so freel
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 10:40 AM UTC
if i was a meerkat i could do tv
doing lots of adverts me and family
selling little toys for a money spree
to support my kids my wife and also me
supporting coronation street in between the breaks
popping on the screen inbetween the takes
just an furry immigrant from so far away
moving here to england where i long to stay.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
MY WIFE SAYS THAT I LOOK LIKE A MEERKAT,
LIGHT COLOURED MOUSTACHE, GLASSES AND QUIZZICAL LOOK,
TO GET TO THIS STAGE - YOU WOULDN'T KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK,
I'M ALWAYS 'COMPARING THE MARKET.COM', LOOKING FOR DEALS,
TO SAVE MONEY, TO SAVE ANYTHING, ALWAYS APPEALS,
NOW INSURANCE IS ALWAYS A PAIN BUT EVERYONE
IS LOOKING FOR FINANCIAL GAIN, AGAIN AND AGAIN,
IF IT'S NOT MY CAR, IT'S THE HOUSE OR SOMETHING ELSE,
THE BOILER, HOME CONTENTS, ANYTHING THAT MAKES CENTS,
BUT I'VE GIVEN UP - EVEN THO' THESE ANIMALS MAY HAVE GOOD INTENTS,
I'VE TAKEN ALL THIS SAVED MONEY, HAVING A BALL,
IF SOMETHING BREAKS DOWN - I KNOW WHO TO CALL,
I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR BOW-TIE, THE IMAGE RANKLES,
JUST LEAVE ME ALONE, PLY YOUR TRADE ELSEWHERE - 'SIMPLES!'
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 12:49 AM UTC
A man
Protruding in the field
Standing in damp grass
A marshy meerkat
Alert sentry towards the sun
Eyes wide catching rhythms
Of the changing times
Of the passing seasons
Similar to this
A cat
rigid black and short haired
Let out of the house for the first time
Finding a spot
Between roots and mulch
Curled eternally
Once playful
At permanent rest
Connected to the changing seasons
Signaling grave times
Both lost to progress
And disconnected from nature
Each making their return
to the flow of things
Despite unfortunate timings
And with all the wrong places to be born
The mother takes them both as they are
Grateful for her children returning
Pleased she kept the place inviting
And the hearth burning
“Come, take my hand
Put you feet in the soil,
say goodbye, and let it all go.
The earth will catch your tears
Bring them back to sky and
they will grow new innocents.
You will know peace
and be forgiven”
Aug 12, 2023
Aug 12, 2023 at 11:54 AM UTC
Hold my hand, dear beloved.
Although a morsel of imagination,
One day our paths will cross.
Illicit love, devil's dove
Stars will align to signal the
Apocalypse, unfurling
When our flowers bear fruit
Some say you’re a fairytale,
But I sense your presence,
Like the meerkat tasting the
Rain hours before it falls.
Take cover, for the storm will
Rage and thunder clap
As our fingers interlock.
Illicit love, devil's dove
One-way ticket to brimstone lake.
Is this the price of happiness?
Sacrifice bliss for man’s nod?
Shall I rot alone for purity’s sake?
No.
Together, we’ll rewrite man’s laws
And the pearly gates will swing open,
For paradise lies in you and I,
An eternity tucked in your embrace.
Illicit love, devil's dove
Meanwhile, I’m well aware,
That in my den forever forbear,
My eyes will never meet
My dear beloved of my sleep.
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 1:43 PM UTC
she is waiting outside baggage claim
in blue jeans and a sweatshirt that says **** YALE
she is texting, frowning without wrinkles
her hair a thick braid to the small of her back
even among the smell of jet fuel and diesel fumes
her hair the scent of cedar smoke, campfires
picture it as a long furry tail
a meerkat, they’re cute, they’re carnivores
she stares at oncoming cars
she hops on one foot
I bet she’s really smart, really nice
she has an LL Bean backpack on rollers and a floral garment bag
she turns to me and asks
“Will you watch my bags? I need to ***
before I can answer she dashes in short steps
now I notice tall heels below frayed cuffs
the heels lift her *** nice ***
but she’s younger than my daughter
she trusts me, I feel elevated
she’s gone so long
the pack on wheels, could it be a bomb?
and me standing, guarding
leering old creep nominated to be smithereens of pink spray
but she looked sweet in an intellectual touchy-feely way
no lipstick, no eyeliner
I appreciate girls with no makeup
and nobody puts bombs in a garment bag,
totally against the bombing code
look there sticking out of a pocket of the backpack
a copy of a book, holy ****
my novel that went out of print thirty-seven years ago
which is twice her age
there was soft down above her lip, meerkat fuzz
my portrait on the back cover, a younger hairy me
did she see?
when she returns I will speak kindly
a bevy of bluebirds will fly from my lips to her ears
an SUV stops, a burly man in coat and sloppy tie steps out
opens the tailgate, throws the portmanteau inside
then the backpack with the book
should I stop him?
“Are you sure you have the right bags?”
I ask somewhat unassertively
the man looks at me like he’s bitten lime
and says, **** Yale?”
and I nod okay
and just then she bursts out the door breathless
hugs the burly man
not a glance to me, not a thank you for guarding the bags
she hops into the shotgun seat
the words I hear her say:
“Finally, at last!”
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 1:42 PM UTC
Certain, Fresh Lad, your Craft's Promise apply
Matter subtract from the Plym's pheromones late
Your own Best Soul; Youth enhance and reply
The Tanned One's Lights; And Career concentrate
One Message sent from your Parents abroad
Which mentored by your Tweeting Aunt confirm
Clip fast your Arms; And Feet embrace the Board
Kick the Meerkat's fears and your Lion burn
So when these Sweeties witness your Best Art,
That same Pastel you carry everyday
Is in you - not There - complete on your Part
And may these Blessings always come your way.
Being your own Boss, your Goal's smile conquer
Burn those Judges; And douse them with Water.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 2:54 AM UTC
1.
The rolling hills
Crest and
Dive and
Move like
Oceans,
Covered in armies of trees.
Trees,
Like thousands upon
Thousands of warriors
Made of leaves and
Dirt and
The souls of prehistoric
Insects that may have
Planted them.
The trees carpeting
The thunderous hills
Have a sort of marching
Energy to them.
Like they
Were frozen
In place.
I am reminded of the
Army of terra cotta
Soldiers.
Unstuck in time,
Stunned in space,
They silently guard their own hill,
Crumbling slowly,
Like cheese.
And the terra cotta arms
And the terra cotta legs
Of the terra cotta trees
Are attempting to drag
Their iron roots
Through the hills,
Sinking like lead
Through the earth,
As if it was meant to be the
Ocean it resembled so much.
Maybe,
Armies of troops once trudged
And fought through swamps
As vast
And troubled
As seas.
And a terra cotta war,
Unconqured by
Shattering warriors,
Is left like
Smoldering porcelin,
Still being fought
On the hills
Of Utah.
2.
You can still
See the remains
Of their clash;
You can analyze
Their placement
And movements
Like battlefeild strategy.
You can wonder what
Terra cotta general
Put them there.
Did the trees respect him
As a father?
His tactics
Funneled down to
Swarming like ants
Or dripping like oil.
There is the occasional
Silent,
Lone,
Watchman,
Angled towards the
Power lines,
The coursing blue veins,
And the sky,
Filled with the
Bright and
Rippling trails
Of their valiant enemy.
3.
The terra cotta trees
Give way
To the stone,
Brick,
And steel,
Of an upright man,
Overwhelming white
Against
Overwhelming green
Against
Overwhelming yellow
Against
Overwhelming blue
Against
Overwhelming black.
The people live unaware,
(With meerkat eyes
And posture)
Of the armies surrounding them,
Signaling the dusk of their time.
The trees will outlive us all
By millennia.
Their war will continue.
Our bodies will become
A wave in the hills
That they march through,
A crater in the commander moon,
A foot soldier in their
War,
A leaf,
A branch,
A bird,
Food for a plant
That is food for a squirrel,
Soaked in through
The churning,
Breathing roots
Of the terra cotta trees,
In the living,
Moving,
Tumbling hills.
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 5:58 PM UTC
A thunderclap.
Rain follows.
A sound like rot
slaps from your hollow chest.
Commuters meerkat,
as you challenge
the Silence.
Prunes for faces,
fleeing you.
Peeling from your presence.
Does it betray you?
An unspoken wall.
I hope you washed your hands.
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 10:38 AM UTC
It starts off with your lungs playing tug of war with the air around you.
Your body knows it needs air, but it doesn't want to give it to you.
And you open your mouth wider, in the hopes that someone would hear you but white noise swallows you, and anxiety grabs you, and pulls you deeper into the airless atmosphere.
objects don't look like objects, leg bobbing, finger twitching accompanied by chest filled with nothing. Swollen chest as if you had just swallowed a gulp of water, un yet there's nothing there. A chest with nothing but a confused heart and broken lungs and helpless as you meerkat search for air around you to save you from this waterless drowning.
Anxiety.
It has the power to make you feel helpless, like a power driven man pushing his dominance against you reminding you that you're a powerless woman, and this is what feminity has given you. weakness.
Anxiety.
It has the power to make you feel powerless until you submit to it and give it everything you have.
Your deep breaths can't save you, your stress ***** and uncontrollable twitches are not enough to save you from this feeling of uncertainty.
Anxiety.
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 4:30 AM UTC
there was a little meerkat he lived in zoo
miles away from home feeling very blue
missing all his family very sad was he
hoping maybe oneday his family he would see.
he decided to escape anyway he can
meerkat he was clever and made himself a plan
he waited till the dark so no one else could see
squeezed out from his cage now at last was free.
then he saw a boat anchored in the bay
meerkat decided he would stowaway
then the boat set sail and headed out to sea
he was heading home happy now was he.
meerkat made it home to his desert land
underneath the sun with miles and miles of sand.
surrounded by his family like he was before
happy and content he was home once more.
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 1:30 PM UTC
Inspiration to the nation
That’s what I’m all about.
Inspiration to the world,
That without a doubt.
I’m a Meerkat teaching the kids to forage
Something much juicier than porridge,
But I show everyone how to dream
Of better pastures
Full of honey and whipped cream.
Meerkats may have lookouts, nannies and fighters
But they are smart little blighters
Capable of vision
In spite of facing derision.
Imagination is the key
To shaking off our shackles
(Whatever they may be)
And running free.
Paul Butters
© PB 4\5\2020.
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 2:36 PM UTC
If I were to write a letter
It'd be to the lowest of Jungle -
The **** of the world.
To those who find it difficult living outside
Of the shells they use to keep the world away
I'd use my dying breath to whisper warnings
"Trouble is on the loose!"
My darlings, the world is dark.
The hunter, the hunted and the haunted
Are on a murderous rage!
There's no peace in the land of the living
For those with a conscience!
I'd tell them to wear their shells tighter,
To hold on the silence of the woods
And heighten their defences
If I were to write a letter,
It'd be to myself.
"The shell is a cage", I'd warn
The vultures too will die
The wolf will one day feed the ground
Yes! The gazelle is killed
The meerkat lives in retreat
And all that does not eat is eaten,
But they shall have lived
They shall have lived!
They shall have felt the rush of being alive
They shall only die once
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 12:05 PM UTC
Brave queen of lions, walks proud among them, watching her people;
Proud lioness, she rules the savanna, all that the eye sees;
Zebra and springbok, hippo and meerkat, all pay her tribute
Under acacia branches, she sits there, queen of the grassland.
Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 9:11 AM UTC
On the morrow comes
Hope with great expectations,
Always toward the Sun.
Aug 23, 2021
Aug 23, 2021 at 3:29 PM UTC