"orangutan" poems
The punitive silences,
the bad atmosphere they generate,
the mind-games they use to try to **** you in
are telltale signs of the toxic person.
It could be your in-laws, a parent, coworker, your boss or spouse,
a sibling, a roommate, boyfriend or girlfriend,
someone you want out of the house.
Toxic people want to make you miserable.
Especially if you're a decent sort, they hone in on you like a heat-seeking missile.
They spew their negativity and blame it on you.
They lie constantly, or twist the facts to suit their changing needs of the moment
and they never apologize (so don't expect an apology, ever).
With a toxic person there is no reciprocity.
They sprinkle their toxic dust on you. It makes them feel better.
Their ulterior goal is to demean you, to make you feel smaller.
They project their worst tendencies onto you,
find fault with you for traits you don't possess---
a shadow of the **** that lurks inside them.
They try to dictate the emotional atmosphere
through their attitude or twisted mood.
They drain you of your energy, bring you down,
They'll always find a reason why your good news isn't great news.
Their agenda is to cut you down to their size,
to manipulate and control
to **** you over while they play the injured party.
Confront the bully. Speak up to the manipulator, the trickster, the backstabber.
but beyond a certain point
there is no point in arguing with them.
Don't try to change the toxic person. You can't.
You'd have better luck changing an orangutan into **** sapiens.
Only a shrink could change them, and then only if they hit rock-bottom.
Don't try to justify yourself. It's a waste of time which would only draw you deeper into their net.
Set boundaries to keep their negativity in check.
Stop trying to please them.
Let that toxic somebody in your life know you're onto them
and they can't get away with it anymore.
Don't fall into their trap, don't get caught up in their life-dramas
or try to get them out of trouble. Don't let them instill guilt in you.
But try not to take their toxicity personally.
Remember, it's them, not you. You are not to blame
though they desperately want you to feel you've done something wrong.
If necessary (and if possible), delete the toxic person from your life and move on.
Know when enough is enough.
Saying good riddance doesn't necessarily mean you hate them, it means
your own well-being comes first.
Immunize yourself. Preserve your inner strength.
Set your own rules.
And, when possible, just walk away.
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 2:23 AM UTC
We're on a train
in London's subways
and everyone stands
with a dead-eye peer
down the carriage, so
please, hold my hand.
They're all like apes,
hung on bamboo poles
and strung vine-straps,
hunkered over the small
space I have to myself, so
please, hold my hand.
I think you've become
just like them, Daddy;
a ringed-eyed orangutan
or narrow-staring lemur.
You've become much less
human it scares me, so
please, let go of my hand.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
A lion’s mane would’ve been permed,
zebra would be all white,
spotted leopard would’ve been spotless,
an orangutan would have blonde hair,
an elephant’s tusk would’ve been whiter,
rhinoceros would’ve had smooth skin,
hippos would’ve been skinny,
raccoons wouldn’t have had dark circles.
Need I go on?
Nov 26, 2019
Nov 26, 2019 at 6:08 PM UTC
Red herrings tend to be trustworthy,
But lead us astray.
Orange orangutans are trustworthy:
If it looks menacing, it is;
If it grunts, it's meaningful;
If it moves, it's unpredictable.
In captivity they're studied
As evolutionary wonders,
But it's still an orange orangutan,
Pounding his chest.
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 7:20 PM UTC
The pretty Peacocks welcome me,
They have their colorful feathers spread for display,
They shake their bodies & attract me.
I then move towards the next enclosure,
I see an Asiatic Lion sitting gracefully like the King,
I realize that he in deed was the King.
I then see one of them sitting like a human being,
I was greeted by the awesome orangutans next,
I wish to get myself a pet orangutan someday.
Roaming half-way through the Zoo I get tired,
I decide to see the rest of the dream tomorrow.
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 6:01 AM UTC
Plastic plates bowls and cups
loaded on recycling trucks.
You've had your party thrown it away,
Less to wash up at the end of the day.
But few fall out they blow in winds,
Escape the grasp of the recycling bin.
Not all bags are renewable plastic,
Less strong now not so fantastic.
So write a note for a new tote,
Handles far stronger less likely broke.
It's not our problem it's goods we buy,
There wrapped and packaged to the shoppers eye.
But when the seas are less serene
Choked on plastics and polystyrene.
Death tolls rise numbers of sea life plummet,
Dont ya think its time we do summit?
To a turtle or whale a tasty dish,
To dine upon the jellyfish.
Not a bag for life that passes by,
That binds them to starvation before they die.
So the seas bob in colour of plastic pollution.
Times running out what to be a solution?
Its high time we started a clean up revolution!
To use less packaging to educate all.
Before the tides continue to rise and we loose them all.
The ice caps are melting at an alarming rate,
How long before for all it's too late.
Eco systems absorb UV,
cool the world for nature to be.
Polar life need ice to remain,
In cooler climates to sustain.
But as they melt and tides continue to rise,
Am losing hope for their demise.
Leave the jungles and forrests for self restoration,
Less fossil fuels and deforestation.
The trees keep falling from constant felling,
With palm oil growing; plantations swelling.
Our orange ancestors the orangutan,
Has been their homes since the jungles began.
To break life cycles whole eco systems,
It's time to change the world with our wit and wisdom.
Else what do we leave to the future generations,
Man on earth just viral abominations.
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 11:48 AM UTC
there's a crazzzy devil
in
the white house
twisting our nation
into a denizens den
a tub of **** in a suit
ascending ***** matter
in
a clogged toilet
a black plague
we have a president with the attention span
of sea clams
an emotional ******* drip of impetuosity
a spiraling fit of rage
a snarling delusional dog
narcissist in a warping mirror
a pathetic complainer
a cyst on the body politic
clot
open sore
seething pustule
piggish **** lover
gangsters dupe
fascist wana be
heil heil
god your a pile
making Russia great again
licking Vlad's *****
protecting your assets no doubt
and hissing tweets
at war with with only everything
and figments of a disturbed imagination
a real windmill killer
his mouth
the devils mark
a yapping compulsive lier
forked tongued fury
possessed to a fault
by the vainglories
of money and ego out of bounds
the biggest and the best
at being
the very worst and a pest
grand royalty of ridicule
*****
a ham ****** cartoon nightmare
and clumsy stumbling bore
a seething volcano of perpetual excrement
reading from the book of chaos
aberrations of enemies
a war room president
at war with his own citizens
huddled in a panic chamber
burns and cuts himself
with his own hot sharp words
as there thrown back at him
a bully getting bullied
a ripper getting ripped
the brains of a lizards eyelid
in a shadeless socket
pulp hearted orangutan
menace to society
his mottled soul
like a black sun
on the verge
of a black hole
a hell mill of decrepitude
a dark creep creeping
tarnishing our beautiful country
lights dim
America
there's a devil
in the white house
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 5:00 PM UTC
Alright no one here leaves
Until I get back my monkey
He was right here beside me
When we sat down at the bar
He got up to use the restroom
Cause my monkey is not uncouth
I KNOW he didn't just drive off
I still have the keys to the car
We were having the best of times
Telling jokes and making up zoological rhymes
He even passed around that picture
You know the one with the orangutan in that embarrassing position
That's the last time I saw him
My monkey...my best friend
Will somebody help me look please
These tears have all but blurred my vision
I've now checked every zoo on the East coast
Every circus that I know
Thinking perhaps he was monkeynapped
By some clown or zoological freak
I haven't seen hide nor hair
Of a clean shaven monkey in underwear
I told you he wasn't uncouth
My monkey learned that from me
These days I cry in my beer
Since my monkey's no longer here
I guess Doodles had better things
To do with his life
If my monkey, Doodles you ever do see
Will you tell him I miss him oodles for me
And that I've accepted the fact that he's not coming back
And that I'll be alright...
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 8:54 AM UTC
eye cantaloupe
batshit Midas
writer's iambic
within usurp
ender's egret
wherewithal
nearly Mykonos
orangutan elsewhere
eye dye.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC
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If orangutans become extinct then the co-existing species will also become extinct. This is because the orangutan is a keystone species and those co-existing species rely on the orangutans to live.
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 11:34 PM UTC
Five. Cinco.
Half of the ten and a fifth of the twenty five. Mathematics are a funny subject, don't you think? Some man just made up letters to correlate with numbers to transcend to concepts that in all reality could mean nothing and the square root of a orangutan could actually be yellow.
I contemplate on that a lot, being the Grace that I am, wondering if what's real is real, if words are just words, or all they the pygmy hippopotamuses flying in my dreams. Anything is possible. Dreams could be reality, and reality could be a dream. Or maybe there is no such thing as realness, and everything is just madness.
I learned a lot from my friend the Mad Hatter, how to love, how to be disappointed, how to fall into a pit of despair and how to wear a hat like a ****** deviant and love it.
But the most important thing I learned is that sanity is very subjective, because what may seem totally sane to me, completely within the norm, may seem like complex incongruity to someone else. Maybe we're all mad. Maybe no one's mad. Maybe its just you, maybe its not you.
Special. That's another word that always got me, but I prefer to think in the realms that everyone is different. The world is in different shades and hues, none are ever quite the same, so why should people be that way?
But maybe yet again I'm only speaking in riddles and soliloquies and monologues and standing over all my conquests I am screaming my thoughts while they utter not a word, fearful of manic me.
I'd be afraid of manic me. She is quite the finger-twitching tyrant.
Words are words but are they real? Are they what you mean or are they just lies, lies, words that you scream until she dies, dies, and the world is at peace.
Oh, that's not right.
I once wrote a short poem similar to that I could recite by heart, but as my heart has changed the words become jumbled. Death creeps its way into lies, and heavy juxtaposition ***** with my meanings. Eating my words, until I am not a girl anymore, I am a leaf, or a bat, stuck in Wonderland until the end of my days.
Funny how Alice the savior became Alice the bat.
Wait, I'm not Alice, I'm Grace.
Oh, I do not know who I am anymore. And that is the tragic beauty of Wonderland. You just never know what, or who, tomorrow may bring.
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC
Arms, legs, body and head,
you can not deny it,
we are just a plague widespread.
Across me sits this smelly man,
I see in him nothing but an orangutan.
I look at his face, look at his hands,
there is nothing more than a monkey in pants.
I try to think of how does he think,
but what do I know;
I’m written by the same ink.
Years and years, nothing but a lion’s purse,
now seconds passed,
we think we are masters of the universe.
A load of meat floating on a rock,
I guess we are lucky,
but we haven’t even learned to walk.
We hope and dream our dreams,
we want to achieve,
but everything is wrong when it’s not how it seems.
Everyone is a god, everyone is supreme;
When their belly is full,
everyone lives in his own dream.
But take away the feast,
get in their way;
Man becomes the most savage of beast.
We haven’t lost that jungle sense,
no diffrent than animals,
our population is just more dense.
But I guess we are noble in a way,
that’s the greatest irony of all;
Because I know how to say what I can say.
Ape does not know that he is ape,
he does not know the diffrence between an apple and a grape.
He does not even know if his own kin he rapes;
but for **** sure we should know,
that we are nothing but the next-level apes.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 7:30 PM UTC
*One warm day in May
It started raining Orangutans
Which in itself would be deranged
If it wasn't so very strange
They puddled up in the street
Which made walking slippery
Don't go out without galoshes on
Stay inside and hide if you have monkey phobias
Cause they're coming down rather hard
In the trees and in the yards
You can hear a certain jungle beat
To Orangutan pitter patter under feet
If you have a boat to row
It might be good to set sail now
It just so happens one day in May
It started raining Orangutans
Which in itself would be deranged
If it wasn't so very strange*
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 7:51 AM UTC
O Honey Child,
I ain't no astronaut,
but I sure do
love, crave
that citrus-flavored Tang!
Hey Baby,
do you want to get naughty,
play around a bit
with my big monkey?
Go ahead Sweetie,
shake my hairy
Orangutan!
And Darling,
don't you be scared.
He won't bite
& I won't fight it.
Please believe me Sugar,
you're so uhhhhh,
so beguiling,
I promise,
just kiss me,
I'll be all smiles!!!
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 3:15 PM UTC
I’m reddish-brown and gorgeous,
My long arms can hold and swing,
I’m the largest arboreal animal,
And my loud call I often sing,
It’s no surprise I’m “person of the forest”,
With my fingers and my thumbs,
I have a natural rhythm,
My body is full of the beating of the drum.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 6:19 AM UTC
What do Trump
And Y2K have in common?
Some.
One's a whimper,
The other a bang.
One was simple,
The other, orangutan.
Both, misleading.
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 9:28 AM UTC
Sitting alone in this cage all day
What's an Orangutan to do
I need adventure, I need to play
These's to much boredom in this zoo
Well hello there, em orange old thing
The name is Elvis with handbags on my mind
Oh, you look as though your wearing string
I'm all shook up now I think you will find
Well hello there Elvis you slimy snake
Very glad to meet your acquaintance
The name is Edward and I'm about to blow this joint
If there's no further questions
Elvis hissed as he had spotted a group of girls
With handbags about their person and shoes
"Can I slither in the cage with you and your curls"
He considered that he had nothing to lose
How about using that sharp tongue of yours
To unlock this cage
There's so much more to see out there
We really should be on our way
The two E's made their escape never to return
They lived on bread and cheese till it came out their ears
Now the past seems light years away
The two friends so close in their aging years
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC
If I was an elephant
I would go on a rampage and trample over every mouse
if I was a baboon
I would throw **** on every chimpanzee and orangutan
if I was a lion
I would roar so loud that it would confuse every other animal
if I was a python
I just might squeeze the life out of something
if I was a hippo
then I could hide under the water for hours at a time
if I was a cheetah
I could run away faster than anything
if I was a crocodile
I could take a chomp at anything that came too close
if I was a giraffe
I could see them coming from a mile away
but I'm a human, and unfortunately people expect more out of me
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 10:31 AM UTC
He is not so drunk after all, the bars have closed, the streetlights glow orange above the sidewalks, a man is staggering towards the corner, swinging like a desperate orangutan from post to post on the iron gates that line the front porches, his shoes untied, he is mumbling, he is incoherent, he is wearing his finest shirt, I understand his every word
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 6:20 PM UTC
C'MON! GIVE ME SOMETHING!
YOU CAN'T BE A MOZART KINDRED
PRODIGY IN POETRY...
POETS AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE
TRAINED MONKEYS!
SURE YOU CAN TRAIN AN ORANGUTAN
TO YODEL THE NATIONAL ANTHEM
OF CHILE... BUT TO WRITE
POETRY YOU GOTTA LIVE! LIVE!
THIS LANGUAGE OF YOURS
IS GOOD ENOUGH TO BE
CATEGORISED AS BIRD-CAGE TROLLOP!
HALFWAY TO CANNED SARDINES -
OR DISCOVERING AMERICA IN A TIN WITH A
PREMONITION OF COLUMBUS DANCING THE
DING-DONG BONGO BONGO PIÑATA SHAKE
(alt. to philanthropy).
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 8:46 PM UTC
Jah bleseth the lonely traveler
But shall take no pity on the restless right hand of her ladyship Elizabeth DuPont.
For neither the black bird or orangutan can tame the mighty chalice that has watered the wells for many half moon
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 5:55 AM UTC
i'll slowly but surely
die out...
i'll just succumb to
the fatal
morality of what churns out
the accessible public
in numbers not worth counting
but worth recognising as
seagull or crow,
because they
always were people who spoke
of eternity, but who never made
me feel like i ever belonged or
ever wanted to have that experience;
because, honestly? i
never inquired into wanting one.
what a load of ********
it was to begin with in the first place...
no wonder if was a wholly fist-against-fist affair,
dumber-ones down the hierarchy
puffed their cheeks up when taking
the load of a punch for plums and dentists'
revisions...
well d'uh, punches...
you have an orangutan for excuse with you?
no? pucker the ginger
and send him to Syria, lights are off with this one,
send him off to a training camp,
or do the intro to live under Putin or Trump...
i have as many excuses to breed terrorists
as i have breeding slaves....
question is... which is worse; some say the former
is worse than the latter... but i beg to differ.
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 8:16 PM UTC
Walking down the street after clubbing
I see you, and you say some
particularly nasty things.
Your barbs, dressed as compliments
attempt to bring me down
after I've had so much fun
partying through the town.
But today of all days, I'm feeling good.
Let's talk.
Surprised, you lean back a bit in fear,
and as you balk
I say...
"Listen to me
you partially evolved orangutan.
If you ever so much as breathe in my direction,
I will bury my five inch heels down your ********
through your uretha, up through your *****
and make our encounter a brief vasectomy.
Afterwards I would perform a laminectomy
if it wasn't for the fact that you never had a spine to begin with.
************
I will rewrite your entire digestive system
from the inside out
to make you live up to the fact that all you do
is talk ****
And after I've so broken your ego
to the extent that I gently lick your tears from your face
my amigo,
I will walk away as you are reduced to a puddle of slime,
you sentient pile of ******
You break down and cry,
and with a smile so wry,
I walk away satisfied.
I stride with fire.
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 12:24 PM UTC
Some says,
I don't make love, I **** hard
Oh please, stop being ******
If love doesn't make sense to you,
Then you shouldn't be love the way you wanted to
Moanday, Toungeday, Wetday, Thirstday, Freakday, Sexday, Suckday,
Changing the days of the week by these terms would be described as something risque
I didn't knew that *** is necessary to do when you're in a relationship
If you truly love someone,
You shouldn't act like an orangutan
They said that there are positions such as missionary and sixty nine,
But wouldn't it be nice if you'll just talk to each other while your hands are gently intertwined?
Lust and desire can wait, If the two of you can communicate
So be mature enough to understand that love is not all about having ***
It is all about respect and intellect
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 6:55 AM UTC
oh believe me, i'm dancing a love-joy
dance when your funeral ended, on your grave....
cheese disco... B-52... ooh hey yeah! things
are bewildering enough to be celebrated...
another mother ****** bites the dust!
a staff has two ends in eastern martial arts...
as it does in western conception
of love, never reaching the billionth
mark... a smack across your ********
orangutan diet of silicone, just to move those
down-syndrome eyes together
i took aim, and... SMACK!
hey presto! George W. Bucks!
some said it looked like
Picasso's impression of Frida Kahlo...
some said i discovered the famous
stone of alchemy...
************ you have't
even tasted the bile i'm spitting
using the pop-culture covert method;
get you jiggling the jingle bells
for a Christmas choir and a prostitute's
suicide worth of sainthood and helium
sweet talk: Bobby Helms:
jingle bell jingle bell jingle bell rock, jingle bell swinging,
jingle bells ring; snowing, and blowing...
******* minds you get the present...
but not the family;
well, take it from a cat and a person concerned
grooming, days after having solidified its presence
in the garden, thistle needles near the ****
a bit like a grizzly bear with Dr. Dolittle taking out
a myrrh thorn taken from its paw... more meow
than conversation, and all the better for it being so.
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 9:06 PM UTC