"rhinos" poems
the extermination of the straight white male
soon we will be gone and the remainder carried over into zoos for
“safekeeping,” our DNA and ***** harvested for science purposes
you will be pitched advertisements
send $ to San Diego Zoo so they can save the few remaining
white rhinos (which they neglect to mention are in preserves in Kenya and the Sudan, but send $$ a way)
and the last three straight white guys
(surfer, techie, and an aborigine)
to preserve the species so the world can modify their cells
to stop sexism, racism and other male diseases
gonna maybe mate them with the rhinos,
which will be expensive cause of all the rhinoplasty,
so send me some
money, money, money
yup
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 4:37 PM UTC
The wheel of the quivering meat
conception
Turns in the void expelling human beings,
Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nits,
Mice, lice, lizards, rats, roan
Racinghorses, poxy bucolic pigtics,
Horrible unnameable lice of vultures,
Murderous attacking dog-armies
Of Africa, Rhinos roaming in the
jungle,
Vast boars and huge gigantic bull
Elephants, rams, eagles, condors,
Pones and Porcupines and Pills-
All the endless conception of living
beings
Gnashing everywhere in Consciousness
Throughout the ten directions of space
Occupying all the quarters in & out,
From supermicroscopic no-bug
To huge Galaxy Lightyear Bowell
Illuminating the sky of one Mind-
Poor!
I wish I was free
of that slaving meat wheel
and safe in heaven dead.
7k
Skipper Kevin Sinfield
Rugby League man who’d never yield.
Inspiration to his team,
Leeds Rhinos: Living the Dream.
Paul Butters
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
The ivory poacher stalks his prey
each day he walks the silent plains
a gun slung high upon his arm
no warmth within his gaze
Elephants nor rhinos sought
but two or one extensions of
an ivory tower painted red a
bullseye meaning meant for dead
The ivory poacher sights his barrel
warily delivers narrow
slivers of a weathered corpse
thundering down to the earth
an ivory tower in his hand
or two if it's an elephant
a clean pristine white he holds high
and on his soul a red bullseye
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 9:59 PM UTC
Is tamed wildness
And manufactured wilderness-
A plastic world
All my young son will know?
I have known gritty gravel roads
And sunburnt savanah veldt.
Swam and splashed
in muddy dams and reservoirs.
I have sat high above,
in mountain peaks studying clustered clouds
close enough to reach out and run my fingers through by day,
and I have counted the dancing stars above
in vast dark nights.
I have discovered treasures in the misty valleys on early mornings
And seen sun streak through
heavy storm clouds
to colour a grey sky with radiant rainbows.
I have seen surreal snow fall
And slowly erase the world around us.
I have seen majestic beasts truly free-
Wildebeests, various buck and cautious rhinos,
Zebras that danced and played
Around an elephant that loomed high above them,
And elegant wings that whispered
upon westerly winds.
And it has all left me marked,
these magical moments tattooed in
my south african soul-
And I am more for it - filled.
what will feed their sould now?
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
The other day
When I said that your face reminds me of a rhinoceros
I wasn't saying that you look like a bulky box
Or that your skin looks grey
I was really trying to say that
You make me feel like there are a hundred
5 ton mammals stampeding across my heart
And sometimes when I look at you
I can't even breathe
Because all the weight of wanting this
Crushes my lungs til my chest burns like an African desert
Consequently most rhinos are found in Africa
And I researched all of this in the hopes that
Maybe you would understand
You see the thing is I am not good with emotions
And I know as much about love as I know about quantum physics
And I don't even know what quantum physics is about
Or what it means for that matter
I've been trying to read all the romance novels that I could find
I've been trying to watch all the rom-coms I can torrent
Hell I even watched Valentine's Day thrice
But I still don't know what to do when I'm with you
I am unsure and clumsy and petrified
So much so that I can't even work up the courage
To hold your hand
I'm trying, I really am
It's just so **** difficult
When falling in love feels more like
Jumping out of a helicopter
A hundred thousand feet up
Without a parachute on
One day I will be able
To directly say what I really mean
Without metaphors involving animals
That only I understand
But for now let me just say
Your face reminds me of a rhinoceros
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 7:02 AM UTC
Before it’s too late before the world becomes extinct,
Before our elephants lions rhinos and animals are gone,
Before the wild land is left alone,
Are we going to fight on their behalf?
Are we going to stand watch and laugh?
Poachers take all that we have,
In our silence all that we have we give,
Money could be blamed for all these events,
Poverty could be the claim in their defense,
But if we are willing we are able to make a difference,
Before it is too late before the world becomes extinct,
The government of Tanzania has taken a stand,
To protect our heritage our motherland,
It is our time as the loyal citizens to join in and send,
Send a message to the Africa and the worlds ends,
That we should stop to pretend that we don’t see the end,
Before it’s too late before the world becomes extinct,
© ISSAI
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 4:12 AM UTC
there was a little lion who one day would be king
the master of the jungle lovely little thing
he would have a crown of his very own
and just like a king he would have a throne
oneday in the jungle as he was passing through
he came across a rhino he was sad a blue
i have lost my way he said and dont what to do
lion he was clever and he knew his way
and he knew the place where all the rhinos stray
follow me said lion i will take you back
of they went together down the jungle track
they walked for while when suddenly in view
they saw a lot of rhinos there was quite a few
lion he was happy that he had found the way
and glad that he could help the little rhino stray
what the lion did was such a clever thing
proved he had the makings of a proper jungle king
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 9:51 AM UTC
Dear Mister Splee, I have a story for thee.
A man of humble attire, went fo’ a walk on a dull wire.
Skilled he kept balance, with nothing but a lance.
With a great long stride, he made it to the other side.
Back he went from one side to the other,
he grabbed nineteen polar bears and a ladder.
He carried them across just for fun.
Amazingly it was all at once not one by one.
The whole audience,awed with just a glance,
While monkeys surrounded and began to dance.
He dropped the ladder down, until it reached ground.
And the monkeys climbed up, pouring tea in a cup.
The polar bears climbed down with elegant ease.
I swear one of them sneezed.
But skilled he kept them balance, with nothing but a lance.
The acrobats were on the trapeze, they looked humbly appeased.
Thirty elephants all whiny and giddy.
Climbed the ladder all silly nilly.
Rhinos and Tigers performed ballet.
I hope you might get to see their performance someday.
The monkeys now on tightrope now hung,
By their tails they now flung.
The humble man on tightrope did sat,
collecting the teacups into his hat.
The elephants dove from the top,
into a pool, splish, splish, splop! splop!
O how I wish fo’ you to see the Tigers dancing.
O how I wish fo’ you to see the Rhinos prancing.
A lion or two just fo’ show,
Jump through hoops caught on fire
And a smile caught my eye from the man on the wire
He jump off, down the ladder.
He walked up to me, with glee
and told me to “tell this to Mister Splee:
Come visit me O’ Mister Splee
This circus was designed just for ye”
I told Mister Splee
And a tear rolled down his cheek
Sadder than he could be
He said: “That circus has long since been dead.”
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 10:44 AM UTC
a carnival of hords in withering grass
the high priestess tongues the beast
wet mandible
on a dragging
death gowned doll
like a cyclone coils paradise
trans mutative
prismatic unfurling's
passed bones of confusion
passed scorched refuse
of radiating spiraled phantoms
the more gods, the more demons
battle angel symmetries
in Taoist jaws
galactic lurking's
into parametric infinities
escalating war like cloud light
rush glittering arms of affliction
exhalations like upleaping sail fish
drizzle sooty rain
shellacking tinsel rhinos
on hieroglyphs of the barbarous
a transfixed guttural prana;
apostasy
between advances and retreats
in chimeras earth quake palace
death: a new begining.
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 7:51 AM UTC
Don't mess with the monkeys
Don't lie with the lions
Don't rile the rhinos
Don't pet the panthers
Don't side with the snakes
Don't tangle with tigers
Don't hassle the hawks
But please do
Savor the zoo.
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 3:19 PM UTC
Dodo pie
***** the elephants -- **** em-
gimmi the ivo-ry
and ******** to the rhinos-
I need the horn fer me,
what's with this **** 'bout the
fishes, - n over fishin the sea,
slap the ******* on dishes-
coz I'm ****** hun-gry.
Alan nettleton.
Jun 19, 2010
Jun 19, 2010 at 10:54 PM UTC
Will you help?
Or you need the world only for yourself!
Then you needn't heed the warning bells,
Sparrows are vanishing, so are squirrels,
Water hens and coucals are almost gone
But you don't need them you wannabe alone.
It's such a small thing disappearance of a bird
Tiger is vanishing, not far is leopard,
It doesn't matter let your tribe grow
Let them perish the thylacine and dodo.
You can live alone so what for the howl,
You need no drongo no nightjar no owl,
Rhinos are butchered, gorillas only a few
Not the wild ***** must survive is you.
You must alone rule with tooth and claw
Let them all go the eagles and macaw
The otter, the cheetah and the polar bear
You needn't think till they're there.
Then when they go it'll be too late
To know on their survival depends your fate
Even the smallest one lends you their help
But you needed the world only for yourself.
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 10:22 AM UTC
No more the elephant
Will there be
When they have
Taken all their ivory.
This giant who is big and strong
Who will leave no legacy
Like many more such as the dinosaur
Who are now just history.
So you and I can only try
To show how we abhor
The treatment of these giants
Who soon will be no more.
We know man's greed
Will not stop at killing these
The dolphins and the whales
Rhinos then the Forrest trees.
The earth is good with all its green
And all its infinite features
But what good will all this be
Without these mighty creatures.?
No more the elephent
Will there be
When they have taken
All their ivory
And destroyed their legacy.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC
you think you flow like the river
you think you fly like the plane
you think you fight like the rhinos
but honey,
you're a human
you live like a father
you love like a mom
you laugh like a kid
Oct 22, 2021
Oct 22, 2021 at 5:03 AM UTC
Alone in the world.
I hatch out marks in corn fields.
Play in natural history museums.
Fly jets around the twin towers.
Fill pools with rubber ***** and turtles.
Bathe in Lake Okeechobee and swim in the acid rain ponds.
Ride the wild African elephants, and paint the rhinos red, white, and blue.
I recite Martin Luther King’s “I have a dream” on the white house greens while painting its walls black.
Drop radioactive bombs onto cites to turn them back to the ice age.
Keep the untamed moss of trees and turn them into little people.
I cage birds to sing to me at night.
I create a bucket list of other people’s accomplishments.
I star glaze at skyscrapers.
I develop new mental disorders and find a cure for cancer.
I steal all the phone chargers.
Alone I do these things from the comfort of my home.
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC
God had a plan for man
but the angels messed it up
because one was clumsy
and knocked or' Gods coffee cup
they tried to dry it with their wings
but that just made it worse
smuding all the writing
making the Lord God curse
the diagrams were ruined
the commandments down to ten
and the varied forms he'd thought of
reduced to mere men
All night the angels worked on it
trying to put it right
but somehow it looked quite different
in the early dawning light
Thou shall not eat chocolate
nor adorn they nails with paint
no woman would adhere to these
but only find them quaint
Thou shall not drink beer
or liquer made from fruit
nor will you dance on tables
in just your birthday suit
God read them and went crazy
his beard burst into flames
are you all taking the ****
I like to see **** dames
Ive got such plans for rhinos
but the only horn I plan
is the one ive given freely
to each and every man
Now go away and try again
in fact just go away
except for you dear Lucifer
I'd like for you to stay
tell me again that dream you had
no not the bombs and guns
the one about the **** films
where he takes her up the ..
What is it Jesus
can thou not see I'm busy
you've done what to the water
By Me this stuff is fizzy
a nice side line in fizzy wine
that tastes like ripened fig
the Jews are gonna love you
and in Rome you will be big
** hum it's time to turn it in
The sabbath at last here
and Ozzy wakes the neighbours
if he doesn't get his beer
So angels take a final note
I don't want any wars or death
but the only angel listening
was an angel quite stone deaf
so God got no ****** that night
and the **** just went to waste
till Lucufer and Judas came
as got smashed off their face.
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 10:27 AM UTC
feels liberating
these little first world problems
resolved by unsubscribing
from an annoying mailing list
or deleting an aged account
that is useless, created on a whim
filling in-boxes with spam and junk
killing social media links,
paring back digital presences
all with the idea
of spending less time farting about
more time creating, living, reading
but they **** you back
with 2 for 1 deals, 10% off,
free for a month, look we’ve added
some **** and yeah, it costs more, but
our life will be better with it
so the rest of the night
is filled with creating spam filters
more unsubscribing, more account deletions
until someone recommends you sign up for
the new revolutionary internet saviour
the be all and end all of all your woes
it will make you stronger, faster, more
organised, less likely to drink yourself
to sleep each night, give you the power
of 10 rhinos, and the ****** prowess of
a puma!
probably best to disconnect now
turn off the router, unplug the modem
get your **** the old fashioned way
before they tie your nervous system
to the silicon pathways
and advertise to your dreams
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 8:23 AM UTC
She’s bitter-sweet, or maybe sour or sugary;
She’s like a pickle, dipped in chocolate seas;
She’s like an ocean of calm, but often seething,
Like ice cream, mixed with mustard – tasty, surely.
She’s cute as panthers, tame as lions, kind as rhinos;
But whether savage, ornery or sweet –
Of all my lands and kingdoms she’s a Queen;
She is a girl – for “loud out crying…”
The humor is, perhaps, a bit abstract,
But simply put – she’s her, a Queen, a Lady;
And simply perfect – any era, any language,
And lovable, though luckily – not tractable…
To find another – quite impossible, to wit:
She’s more than all the verses on my palette.
For an adventurer’s insatiable palate,
She is a Goddess. We’re Gods – and meant to win!
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC
Schools should give out vests
Mass shootings are prevalent
Two thousand eighteen
Eat poison on line
Million view it’s worth the death.
Two thousand eighteen
Last male rhino died.
Say goodbye to white rhinos
Two thousand eighteen
Planet’s surely *******
Earth’s imploding on itself
Two thousand eighteen
Do not show gay pride
Electric shock therapy
Two thousand eighteen
We all will die soon
Death cracks out of his own shell
We are all so ******
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 12:19 PM UTC
Always remember
I lived life
with a certain determination
It was not always easy
It was often painful
I never gave in
Copped out
I preserved
I had my kids
I had my music
I wrote my
poetry
I shared my life
I helped others see
hope
The beaches , I enjoyed
I collected my rhinos 🦏 & my rocks 💎
I always loved hard
you were my reason
for believing in hope
I found love ❤️
and it was good
mmm yes it was magic💖
But it ended
So my witchy self 🧙
moved ahead with grace
It took my 3 times before
that was accomplished
Why not test out those mishaps
Just to make sure
Lol 😂
Oh well
Learned the hard way
Hard headed , Stubborn
Norwegian 🇳🇴
Lol
so ALWAYS remember
I LOVE YOU NOW
FOREVER TO MOON
AND BACK 💞🌙🌍💗💋🤟✌️🎵📝☯️
© Jennifer L DeLong 🦏
4/4/2021
Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 4:49 AM UTC
I love you more than all the technology
And more than pigeons lactate,
More than you enjoy biology
And sharks that procreate.
More than misogynists swim in shoals
Or a ********* loves a good beating.
Manchester City scoring goals
Or the lines that you love repeating.
Music cannot compare with your laugh;
Your beauty can’t be “aliquot-ed”.
Rarer than rhinos on a graph,
Your infinite charms can’t be plotted.
Sweeter than berries picked in a storm
And softer than a duck’s downing,
Your poetic love keeps me warm -
Be the Bob to my Liz Browning!
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
The band plays loudly
Well dressed rhinos and cougars
Pose and line up for action
I catch your eye and exit
You follow me and escape
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 11:41 PM UTC
tippity tippity tap
tap tap tippity tap
tippity tap tap tap
And
stop.
This is not it.
This is not art,
this is no way for me to start.
This glowing screen
this cold machine
can never catalyze my dreams into
communication
conversation
or fire my
imagination (nor can
The mincing of a pen
across neat lines). Writing only hurts my hand.
And so,
I stand.
Re-align the ol’ synapses
Click my fingers and my HOUSE collapses!
And THERE,
Planet Earth, with a grin, says,
“I dare you! Throw form to the winds!” And I,
I want to blast my words from the sky
with a big, black blunderbuss,
scatter the survivors to the four corners of heaven!
I want to ****** my fingers, scraping in the grit,
Frantically digging in the glaur and the grime for runaway rhyme
I want to haul my metaphors in, thrashing, from the sea
Hold them, know them, set them free!
I want my similes to flatten me
Like rhinos on the rampage
Tell me your stories, in everything you do
Make a bonfire of biros, a pixel pyre
And dance your poems as the flames leap higher!
I want to write with my FEET across a Scotland-shaped sheet!
I do not want to be neat.
To tether in letters,
To file for forgetters.
Words on a page are birds in a cage,
Poetry unspoken
Life, unwoken.
Nov 24, 2010
Nov 24, 2010 at 1:40 AM UTC