"monkeying" poems - Hello Poetry

a tumblr full of rocks a pour of ichiro malt and a stir gan bei and ichi to the yamazaki and nikkas i am in the land of the sun i go down to the land of the dead mei hi ko anejo casa amigo, to my brothers in arms jose, i must have my agave cheers to the alamo to the land of the prohibition kentucky yippee kay yay bourbon, spicy rye kick spur to the horse giddy up, giddy up riding off into the sun set to kentucky derby bourbon ballentines tom ford west make your mark with maker’s mark bottoms up and now i am staggering vichi patia better than grey goose aunt jiin and all the cult gin navy strength and **** juice getting rowdy like irish bloke jameson and that **** scot macallan and his gang oiban, glenfiddich, and glenlivet I am livid at that son of a ***** son of peat another round i am monkeying around monkey 47 sun set sun rise *** on the beach i see kings and queens louis thirteen i am going to sleep pappy van winkle 100 years like rip van winkle don’t wake me stir and not shaken good night, mama sweet havana neat a shot of don papa i go to sleep

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Aug 18, 2018

Aug 18, 2018 at 8:47 PM UTC

timothy-chen

kindred spirits

a tumblr full of rocks a pour of ichiro malt and a stir gan bei and ichi to the yamazaki and nikkas i am in the land of the sun i go down to the land of the dead mei hi ko anejo casa amigo, to my brothers in arms jose, i must have my agave cheers to the alamo to the land of the prohibition kentucky yippee kay yay bourbon, spicy rye kick spur to the horse giddy up, giddy up riding off into the sun set to kentucky derby bourbon ballentines tom ford west make your mark with maker’s mark bottoms up and now i am staggering vichi patia better than grey goose aunt jiin and all the cult gin navy strength and **** juice getting rowdy like irish bloke jameson and that **** scot macallan and his gang oiban, glenfiddich, and glenlivet I am livid at that son of a ***** son of peat another round i am monkeying around monkey 47 sun set sun rise *** on the beach i see kings and queens louis thirteen i am going to sleep pappy van winkle 100 years like rip van winkle don’t wake me stir and not shaken good night, mama sweet havana neat a shot of don papa i go to sleep

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And I will not discuss evolution Or fairytales with you You are much to important to me To be monkeying around with And I would go bananas if I lost you And I swear by my ancestor's bones I will not provoke you Waah , Waah , Waa Waah ! Ooh ! Ooh ! Ooh ! Translated means , "I've gone ape over you !" Come swing with me on the vines of life Everyday will be bananas and honey We can sleep in the tree tops Gaze at the stars And pick each other's fleas Come on baby , Please !

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May 18, 2015

May 18, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC

South-by-Southwest

On Evolution

And I will not discuss evolution Or fairytales with you You are much to important to me To be monkeying around with And I would go bananas if I lost you And I swear by my ancestor's bones I will not provoke you Waah , Waah , Waa Waah ! Ooh ! Ooh ! Ooh ! Translated means , "I've gone ape over you !" Come swing with me on the vines of life Everyday will be bananas and honey We can sleep in the tree tops Gaze at the stars And pick each other's fleas Come on baby , Please !

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Maya, little beauty, just turned five - her joy lights off like sparks through emerald eyes - all mirth and shyness, from a heart of gold, flutters to me like a monarch flies and says in gleeful tones, "Grandpa, you're old." And I, of course, might quickly melt away at every word this child cares to say, if she should babble nonsense all day through, and so I smile at the game we play, "Yes! In fact, I'm twice as old as you!" "No, Grandpa, I'm small. You're way more old," she objected, daring to be bold; but even so, her words dared to be sung. I asked her as her gentle laughter rolled, "You mean to say that all things small are young!?" "Yep," she simply said and skipped away, then, dancing back again, began to say, "But not an elephant, they're always big. Even when they're babies. And they play around in mud sometimes, and so do pigs." "Hey there birdie, I see what you did - You changed the subject! What do muddy pigs have to do with young and old," I smiled. "Is it true that all things old are big?" I asked, in playful tones, the beaming child. Step in, stage left, my own sweet little girl, her mother, Mary Lee, my very world. I remember her in younger years, innocent with joy, a soul unfurled, always smiles, rarely any tears. But now she's grown, and grownup thoughts abound inside her pretty head, and hold her down. Where there was happiness, now worry grows... Her eyes find Maya monkeying around on my old lap and poking at my nose. "Maya, dear, you'd better come inside," and stop climbing on grandpa!" Mary sighed, "He's getting old. Besides, it's time for bed." "It isn't even dark yet," I replied, "and I won't be too old until I'm dead."

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Nov 24, 2013

Nov 24, 2013 at 1:01 PM UTC

marcus-eliot

Young and Old

Maya, little beauty, just turned five - her joy lights off like sparks through emerald eyes - all mirth and shyness, from a heart of gold, flutters to me like a monarch flies and says in gleeful tones, "Grandpa, you're old." And I, of course, might quickly melt away at every word this child cares to say, if she should babble nonsense all day through, and so I smile at the game we play, "Yes! In fact, I'm twice as old as you!" "No, Grandpa, I'm small. You're way more old," she objected, daring to be bold; but even so, her words dared to be sung. I asked her as her gentle laughter rolled, "You mean to say that all things small are young!?" "Yep," she simply said and skipped away, then, dancing back again, began to say, "But not an elephant, they're always big. Even when they're babies. And they play around in mud sometimes, and so do pigs." "Hey there birdie, I see what you did - You changed the subject! What do muddy pigs have to do with young and old," I smiled. "Is it true that all things old are big?" I asked, in playful tones, the beaming child. Step in, stage left, my own sweet little girl, her mother, Mary Lee, my very world. I remember her in younger years, innocent with joy, a soul unfurled, always smiles, rarely any tears. But now she's grown, and grownup thoughts abound inside her pretty head, and hold her down. Where there was happiness, now worry grows... Her eyes find Maya monkeying around on my old lap and poking at my nose. "Maya, dear, you'd better come inside," and stop climbing on grandpa!" Mary sighed, "He's getting old. Besides, it's time for bed." "It isn't even dark yet," I replied, "and I won't be too old until I'm dead."

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The games The small-fry Ketchup she squirt's Talking heads sugar on my miniature flirt tongue Burger bands Gimme___ Gimme ((Mini Macaroons)) Don't big change me My eyes like ((Rocky Racoons)) Movie Mania Beatles miniature I want to hold your hand Lucy in the sky* No chip diamonds Cool Hand Luke American girl doll Exchange for my red bike Twilight zone dimension I___ Cannot read the numbers!!! I-phone oranges compared to small apples That's me Mini Cooper Car drinking Snapple The shooting star* Just gas up V-Wagon mini car (Mini Bow) ladybug kissed her Coffee mug The red and black dots treat her like a lady Small bits of aroma The smaller sticky yellow notes what votes Mini-me camera Mini hot___ Hollywood dog dachshund * * * * It's mini mealtime____ Adorable Presentable The Dollhouse lodge Mini Disneyland___** No copying to resemble Mini Fruit salad merger Red Robin's Burger were overly generous Mr. Big imaginable so small Superman's flight of rage So-Huge_____ and long____ turned him if I only had a brain ((The Tinman)) mentally touched him Sprayed his oil can in mini heart size Hello Dollie collector magnifying glass Handcrafted Pleasurable kind and small Broomstick Witchcraft Miniature leader Knock on heavens door The Doorman The Penthouse Mini Bavarian creme Me doughnut The cool breeze off her fan Big thumb ((Thumbelina)) The mini frog Hit too many London fogs Mini White castle burger chips off the miniature block party Meat tenderizer like trolls Las Vegas money slot machines Those miniature dolls ((Minerals Top Ranks)) Gemology produce more blues ****** Adolf ****** generals Cereal boxes Sly Foxes Attention How her features met his smaller side_______ Royal hot blues singer Mini He pops dishes All Banana nut's When it comes to Monkeying around With________? miniature swingers cereal___*

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May 26, 2018

May 26, 2018 at 12:23 PM UTC

robinHelloRow

Miniature Burger? Chips

The games The small-fry Ketchup she squirt's Talking heads sugar on my miniature flirt tongue Burger bands Gimme___ Gimme ((Mini Macaroons)) Don't big change me My eyes like ((Rocky Racoons)) Movie Mania Beatles miniature I want to hold your hand Lucy in the sky* No chip diamonds Cool Hand Luke American girl doll Exchange for my red bike Twilight zone dimension I___ Cannot read the numbers!!! I-phone oranges compared to small apples That's me Mini Cooper Car drinking Snapple The shooting star* Just gas up V-Wagon mini car (Mini Bow) ladybug kissed her Coffee mug The red and black dots treat her like a lady Small bits of aroma The smaller sticky yellow notes what votes Mini-me camera Mini hot___ Hollywood dog dachshund * * * * It's mini mealtime____ Adorable Presentable The Dollhouse lodge Mini Disneyland___** No copying to resemble Mini Fruit salad merger Red Robin's Burger were overly generous Mr. Big imaginable so small Superman's flight of rage So-Huge_____ and long____ turned him if I only had a brain ((The Tinman)) mentally touched him Sprayed his oil can in mini heart size Hello Dollie collector magnifying glass Handcrafted Pleasurable kind and small Broomstick Witchcraft Miniature leader Knock on heavens door The Doorman The Penthouse Mini Bavarian creme Me doughnut The cool breeze off her fan Big thumb ((Thumbelina)) The mini frog Hit too many London fogs Mini White castle burger chips off the miniature block party Meat tenderizer like trolls Las Vegas money slot machines Those miniature dolls ((Minerals Top Ranks)) Gemology produce more blues ****** Adolf ****** generals Cereal boxes Sly Foxes Attention How her features met his smaller side_______ Royal hot blues singer Mini He pops dishes All Banana nut's When it comes to Monkeying around With________? miniature swingers cereal___*

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They've been monkeying around with my town, when I wasn't looking. The space and landmarks have been shifted. Something is cooking in the air. It smells ultra bright, with a hint of juniper berries. Even, the kittens are sitting up on their haunches and taking notice.

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Dec 26, 2023

Dec 26, 2023 at 7:10 PM UTC

thomas-w-case

My Cat Is High and So Am I

They've been monkeying around with my town, when I wasn't looking. The space and landmarks have been shifted. Something is cooking in the air. It smells ultra bright, with a hint of juniper berries. Even, the kittens are sitting up on their haunches and taking notice.

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We had a mission, but We didn’t know. It was like the dialogue Wasn’t there, or We skipped it. After leaving the Second floor as Stallions I threw the core Into disarray as he Became a lizard. While I was monkeying Around I found The cure To then hear A cry for help. The objective made Itself known As I followed the Neighs to outside the Armory wall my horse Friend found himself in. The elevator doesn’t like horses. The objective asked What we were doing. “Just horsing around!” He said. “Gross.”

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Nov 20, 2024

Nov 20, 2024 at 3:44 PM UTC

jestKarma

Crab Cure

We had a mission, but We didn’t know. It was like the dialogue Wasn’t there, or We skipped it. After leaving the Second floor as Stallions I threw the core Into disarray as he Became a lizard. While I was monkeying Around I found The cure To then hear A cry for help. The objective made Itself known As I followed the Neighs to outside the Armory wall my horse Friend found himself in. The elevator doesn’t like horses. The objective asked What we were doing. “Just horsing around!” He said. “Gross.”

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Silence and shapeless images Dancing naked on the edge of a sword We are spinning our breath into meager sediments And what’s left are my only relationships Is this my retaliation against the blades of oblivion Why must I always be eliminated right before illumination Or the combustion of concrete symbols like carbon atoms As if my soul was undergoing oxidation It's unconscious really that the instant we need to be aware We take a break from concentration and fall into silent reverie A shining monotony as the moon Lights the way to our observation towers We are heavy as daylight and lonely as an empty windowsill Whenever the sunlight shines luxuriously upon it We are human beings doing but just barely used to using Our unlimited and never-ending powers of imagination If it's not elation that makes us escape our innocent privations Then must we be immaculately nascent Or veritably complacent and understated In our jogging shoes and self effacement strategies You have the blues and the reds too The vibrations echo and they become your only decoration Mellow and sedated we escape our approximations By just getting a little more naked and familiar with our shadows We shake our shoulders and shift our weight back towards the basics As we get a little older we fold our best napkins in our pockets And reposition the sockets and the clocks by our nightstands To tell time just how we would like it to be Exactly the way it was right before we died to ourselves Are you understanding my odd way of speaking Listening to the rhyming water as humid arias fall short of permutations We are negotiating with contemplation’s namesake Underlying visitations from our highest escalators Concentrate and digest, we move forward And caress the feathery fingers you have bared too often We are clever and undefinable formulations Monkeying around with the substrate of our eradication I speak elated seances and fancy equations Which underlie our negated vituperations A Motley array of monkey business Fizzles in the vaporous mist It's an evaporative way of saying i love you We are tender and tangential We are offended by the examples you forget to administer In your haste you restate the laziness of a piece of paper towel To reply to your confessions Underneath the premonitions you make Is something that tastes quite a bit like logic

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Nov 9, 2019

Nov 9, 2019 at 8:55 PM UTC

ganesha-michael-shapiro

intuitive indecision

Silence and shapeless images Dancing naked on the edge of a sword We are spinning our breath into meager sediments And what’s left are my only relationships Is this my retaliation against the blades of oblivion Why must I always be eliminated right before illumination Or the combustion of concrete symbols like carbon atoms As if my soul was undergoing oxidation It's unconscious really that the instant we need to be aware We take a break from concentration and fall into silent reverie A shining monotony as the moon Lights the way to our observation towers We are heavy as daylight and lonely as an empty windowsill Whenever the sunlight shines luxuriously upon it We are human beings doing but just barely used to using Our unlimited and never-ending powers of imagination If it's not elation that makes us escape our innocent privations Then must we be immaculately nascent Or veritably complacent and understated In our jogging shoes and self effacement strategies You have the blues and the reds too The vibrations echo and they become your only decoration Mellow and sedated we escape our approximations By just getting a little more naked and familiar with our shadows We shake our shoulders and shift our weight back towards the basics As we get a little older we fold our best napkins in our pockets And reposition the sockets and the clocks by our nightstands To tell time just how we would like it to be Exactly the way it was right before we died to ourselves Are you understanding my odd way of speaking Listening to the rhyming water as humid arias fall short of permutations We are negotiating with contemplation’s namesake Underlying visitations from our highest escalators Concentrate and digest, we move forward And caress the feathery fingers you have bared too often We are clever and undefinable formulations Monkeying around with the substrate of our eradication I speak elated seances and fancy equations Which underlie our negated vituperations A Motley array of monkey business Fizzles in the vaporous mist It's an evaporative way of saying i love you We are tender and tangential We are offended by the examples you forget to administer In your haste you restate the laziness of a piece of paper towel To reply to your confessions Underneath the premonitions you make Is something that tastes quite a bit like logic

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I have a monkey for my thoughts hanging around dangling down by the tail till it’s caught often chasing swing to swing a string of a thing I cling carrying the thought people say no monkeying around stop the thinking the red wine your drinking and cage your mind but with a jacket and matching white pyjamas Tonight, dinner’s at the circus and I’m going nuts and bananas

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May 22, 2021

May 22, 2021 at 5:32 PM UTC

MyDearPoet

Going Crazy

I have a monkey for my thoughts hanging around dangling down by the tail till it’s caught often chasing swing to swing a string of a thing I cling carrying the thought people say no monkeying around stop the thinking the red wine your drinking and cage your mind but with a jacket and matching white pyjamas Tonight, dinner’s at the circus and I’m going nuts and bananas

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Grapes Caeser salad with a special plant for the apes Monkeying around until the animals escape Vanishing in the air like smoke from a vape Caution: loose gorillas, don't trespass beyond the tape Heartbreak Fractured aorta from stabbing his chest with a stake Sliced open the chest and dished it out like a piece of cake Heat it up in the morning, thats what you call wake and bake Surprised you didn't burn or hide the body in a lake Irony Straightening up the wrinkles in my clothes is a remedy Healing sounds of a smooth serene and soothing symphony Sonically cooking up sweet music filled with harmony Topped off with a deep message wrapped in sympathy Juxtaposition Opposites attract depending on the opposition There's no challenge if you're not afraid of your competition It's expensive to pay attention to your ambition There's a discount if you check out using intuition Kinaesthetic Moving art with strokes of paint while feeling apathetic Empty vessel of the spirit used to be prophetic Predicting miracles and feats described as majestic Home is where the heart is so we keep the love domestic

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Apr 14, 2019

Apr 14, 2019 at 2:41 PM UTC

Liquidgold

Word association 2

Grapes Caeser salad with a special plant for the apes Monkeying around until the animals escape Vanishing in the air like smoke from a vape Caution: loose gorillas, don't trespass beyond the tape Heartbreak Fractured aorta from stabbing his chest with a stake Sliced open the chest and dished it out like a piece of cake Heat it up in the morning, thats what you call wake and bake Surprised you didn't burn or hide the body in a lake Irony Straightening up the wrinkles in my clothes is a remedy Healing sounds of a smooth serene and soothing symphony Sonically cooking up sweet music filled with harmony Topped off with a deep message wrapped in sympathy Juxtaposition Opposites attract depending on the opposition There's no challenge if you're not afraid of your competition It's expensive to pay attention to your ambition There's a discount if you check out using intuition Kinaesthetic Moving art with strokes of paint while feeling apathetic Empty vessel of the spirit used to be prophetic Predicting miracles and feats described as majestic Home is where the heart is so we keep the love domestic

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