"simba" poems
Hey Human! I am your Sibling.
Queen bee wings are Ripped,
bee niblings are Smoked
For Your Honey Sweet.
Hey human! Listen your Sibling’s Buzz.
Tiger lost bones for Medicine,
Fox lost fur for Fashion,
Sharks lost fins for Soup.
Hey human! Do Not Butcher Siblings.
Simba’s life is not your Trophy,
Jumbo’s tusks are not Decors,
Helmets of Hornbills are not jewels.
Hey human! Do Not Reap Siblings.
Emperors of ice continent lost land,
Economics is making Amazon less,
Logging makes Orangutans homeless.
Hey human! Do Not Invade Siblings.
Warm oceans bleach corals,
Water depleted in cities,
We ingest plastic regularly.
Hey human! Do Not Desert the Earth.
Overfishing is holocaust of aquatic life,
Livestock levitates toxic emissions.
Hey human! Do Not Prey on Siblings.
Lichens stunned by pollution,
Symbionts are disintegrating,
Biodiversity is declining.
Hey human! Be Together with Siblings.
Hey Human! We are Offsprings of Mother Nature.
Monera, Animalia, Fungi, Plantae, Protista
all have common roots.
We are branches of the one Phylogenetic Tree
rooting Common Ancestry unto LUCA.
Hey Human! We are Siblings.
Hey Human! Recall your Siblings.
Hey Human! Revive your Siblings.
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 11:19 AM UTC
Dear Chris,
When I think of you
I see inferior
A cub to a lion
I am Simba
Flow game unreal
The Lion King
You are Pumba
Foolish
No flow
I can't be referred to as your lioness
That's not cool bro
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 9:09 AM UTC
King of the lions
Hai-ku-na-ma-ta-ta
Simba, what a *****
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 10:24 AM UTC
When I was a kid
I wanted a pet cat.
A disney cat.
Simba or Copa.
Do you remember Copa?
Do you remember the excitement
of your imagination
post movie
when its catchy music
that made want to dance.
A dance made of
skipping and jumping jax
with imaginary pompons and maracas
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 7:15 PM UTC
When you think
you're the only rooster
think again.
Rooster in the hen house
wins the hen.
The hen will stay
well behaved.
Until there's a hole
in the fence.
Then the hen will become
free rein again.
As the hen leaves
the roost!
That's when the other roosters
will strike again.
She will fluff up her feathers
to look the part!
Just Don't look away
for there is another
rooster up ahead.
This hen will react to
the new rooster
when it says,
cock-a-doodle-doo
That's when the hen smiles
and sounds off with
a cluck or two.
As the hen sticks her chest out.
Her tail feathers will go up.
The rooster she's with.
She doesn't give a flying
fluck
And the scenario
repeats itself
over and over again.
For this rooster is just
a bird brain.
It's all in his head!
That's what the hen
will say.
You're making it all up again.
So don't walk around to proud
saying,
**** -a-doodle-doo
with this hen.
She's not your hen.
She has to go back to
the roost soon.
She scored her points
with another rooster.
With it's cock-a-doodle-doo
That's all that matters
to this hen.
So, the next time
when the hen is outside
the fence.
She won't be cluckin for you.
It will be for the other rooster
that said cock-a-doodle-doo
in front of you.
For that rooster, does not care
who is with this hen.
As long as It gets
this hen in the end!
Back through the hole
in the fence.
The hen returns to
the roost.
Like so many times before.
To the rooster in the hen house
that
always wins.
Simba
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 11:16 PM UTC
I want to be a safari woman
I will stand in a regal position with my elephant gun cocked,
Finger resting firmly on the trigger.
Will I dress as an Indian war leader?
Will I choose to look like a gentleman?
Or will my attire consist of camouflage paint and steel toed boots that walk with a purpose?
It may change daily, but I still possess the same desire inside-
To be one with this habitat so intriguing, so mysterious and concealed.
The rivers call my name.
As I paddle my silver bullet canoe into the abyssal waters ebbing and bending around my streamline vessel,
The water calms at my own will in a passive manner much like the coo of a dove
The trees know my presence
-Such a command I boast-
They know to bow at my arrival and whistle their harmonious flutters.
The babies cower at the sight of my polished machete.
The mothers stiffen when I equip it with a cool hand.
I am Simba.
I am ruler.
Africa,
Asia,
India,
I own this land as my own,
And I understand it is needy.
I care for it in sickness,
I check its fever regularly,
I mother every animal, every bush,
And in return they signal their respect.
As the day ends, the sun sings "good night" and the moon chimes in with a "good morning".
I watch as the fish jump from the waters to catch their dinner airborne,
And the bats chirp above me while my campfire crackles in response.
I watch the stars mirror themselves onto the water, yearning to be remembered as something great.
A day of accomplishment achieved.
I am a real woman,
I am a safari woman.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 4:13 PM UTC
What are they to do with their hands if they no longer care?
if they would rather take an iPad over fresh air?
If it’s auto-correct teaching them how to spell words?
when raising your child: is Nicki Minaj doing a better job?
It’s because they now live in that neon-green X-Box glow
blasting strangers from all walks of life online playing Halo.
While Smokey the Bear goes around lighting matches
there are no more sandwiches left in our pic-a-nic baskets.
It’s the Kids!
Because the only toboggan they go through is YouTube
because there are no such things as books in Facebook.
Because it’s behind a shiny screen their ingenuity goes to waste
because it’s the equivalent of dropping Simba on his face.
So lets just Skype instead of meeting up and going for a walk!
140 characters or less to dictate the way we communicate and talk!
Because Clark Kent is not Superman unless his Twitter feed is verified
and behind close doors there's no room to grow a child’s mind.
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 1:45 PM UTC
He and I
Are like lions
Magnificent golden fur
Clumsy oversized paws
Content to lounge
Warm grass blades
Or stalk prey
Under the stars
And the moon
Beneath feline pride
Is a ferocity
To keep us
Both forever safe
Jul 26, 2012
Jul 26, 2012 at 9:02 PM UTC
Rain forest warm,
predicting a storm,
hippos, giraffes and more
Parumping the water hole.
didn’t take us long, to slap a crown
on a fools heart.
Everything the light touches
made the lions cold.
had to many sad boys in your bed.
(To tune of: Nants ingonyama bagithi baba from: Lion king intro)
Moat of toys,
prey on canniballs,
venison visceral
Drop your bridge Shallow moat.
Midus touch,
rabbit didn't quite touch
lucky enough, your trust, bust
The weatherman cuts.
Can't fight a storm with a pack
Of lions, and djarum butts
Cool Cats don't like the water
won't splash,
might soil their tight pants
Sea captain called
old Horizen won't dance
"listen to your old man".
not worth a penny of your sand.
but if we weren't so green-headed,
A compas might save our hand
for marriage
we don't want plans
They don't understand
want to roll around with simba
Giggling in the butterflies
when they're gone, find another man.
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 6:36 AM UTC
Destruction bubbles deep inside.
Like Simba,
I must runaway from my pride.
Mar 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012 at 12:12 PM UTC
With all the cards against us we gotta make it manage i swear to God i wish i cld mke yu harm proof what they dont understand its a bigger pic tht i cnt b taken out of ill nvr play yu like lebron vs jordan they say time is money but its not im broke so time all we got n yu cnt mke tht back so give me all yu got treat me like theirs no tomorrow....death over dishonour angel eyes short hair stay the same let the seasons change im willing to build noahs art known it cld b torn apart i aint got a image to uphold i keep the truth i been the truth im a young simba in his youth. im wondering wat comes with being a better man put Tyson Ali Mayweather in a ring & they still cldnt knock my love 4 yu
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 12:37 PM UTC
when I tuck her in, sheets tight under her chin,
pillows fluffed three times wide ways and long ways
(we just might have a type A child yet!)
I notice her eyes. wet, round dinner plates.
there's nothing I need to ask. she has nothing to say.
nothing that hasn't been said in the glances we
exchange over a teddy bear we clutch,
arms slowly ripping from the seams.
she grabs my hand and squeezes,
tighter than I did when she was born.
just five years ago, I screamed,
tossed back my head, sweaty hair
clinging to my scalp like soggy noodles.
the doctor held her up, Simba style.
I closed my eyes gently and slept through the trumpets.
now we're here, in this bed, in this fear
that neither of us can speak.
when her eyelids befriend her cheeks,
and the dinosaur music box hits its last run,
I creep to the door, edging one creak against another;
then I hear it,
barely a whisper, but loud and clear:
why do the good guys have to die?
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 10:38 PM UTC
I lay here open
Open to possibilities and opportunities that present themselves for me with you
But i Can't seem to break through this wall I have put up
A wall made jus for me to protect and keep me from harmful situations
Many contemplations about how am I gonna get through this again
So I kept building and building on my personal wall
Yeah see I built this wall with pain over and over and over
A lil dab of betrayal
A pinch of some scorn
Oh and shovel full of layers of scar tissue covered with stitches for recovery
Yeah I built this wall meticulously
I would sometimes feel like I'm a guest
Sometimes like an outsider in my own skin
Moving along like a night rider
Nobody seeing me or believing me
So I carry some heavy footgear
Holding them in my rear stow away I use it to move along through life without any scars, or that's what I try to do
This footgear feels great because I can stomp, jump, and even do cartwheels over all my enemies
Ancient conviction
Shindy misleadings all leading up to my success
Leaving me blessed
Riding along this pack train saying hello mufasa and simba
Oh and rifiki is there
What's up....
See I admire their strength and agility
I even know who continues to keep me
A higher power and His name is Jesus
Love Him to pieces
But someone came outta nowhere
Out From left field Try to catch the Foul ball
Jumping over bases and even some left field men
Trying to Break through my wall
Shining some light on my night rider journey
Complicated feelings taking many meanings
My head is spinning
Fear rising...leaving me paralyzed even though I still feel your touch when I'm away from you
I'm scared...even some what terrified that I lie here and all I can think of is you
Wondering if my brain waves can send out a signal over to you so that you know how I feel
See night riders they don't open up
Staying closed
Sign on the door...
No more customers...the day is over
See We ride in the dark
Trying to keep feelings secret
A loner when it comes to sharing emotions
Commotion on the inside but calm on the outside
But maybe you can be my knight in shinning amour breaking down my walls
Chipping and chipping away through all the dust and the rumble
I may even stumble over you but at least I'll be in your arms
Feeling safe through your touch that even peels away some of the hurt
So right now I may be a night rider but I'm moving towards the horizon that is the beginning of some light
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 4:57 PM UTC
Now that my
Parents are dead,
I guess it's okay
To tell what they did
To me as a babe.
They tore off my limbs
And they dug me a grave,
Cuz I said that I would
But I didn't behave.
They split up the parts
And dug up a ditch
In six different yards
So I couldn't restitch.
They should've guessed
I couldn't stay
In eternal rest
For more than a day.
My hands dug in the dirt
To find one another,
My feet kicked in the clay
To be with each other
Once again, to start it all over.
I reassembled
Under the moon
And slowly ambled
Up to my room
With all my stuffed animals
Waiting to be told
What they should do.
I told them my plan
To get my payback,
First we'd get Sam
And then we'd attack
His pretty wife Jan.
My lion Simba
Clawed out their eyes,
My polar bear Nimbus
Bit into their thighs
And tore off their legs
Like they had done mine.
My giraffe Mr. Skeep
Wrapped his neck around theirs
And put them to sleep
By stealing their air.
My job complete,
I walked down the stairs,
Got something to eat
Then split apart,
Said bye to my feet,
And went back to the dark
Under the streets
That my lovely parents
Intended for me.
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 12:52 AM UTC
Dream works; Lion King
Simba talks to Mufasa.
That's when I pulled my pants up, and started fixing my posture.
Then looked up above.
I struggle with love.
Struggle with hate.
Hard to debate.
Leave and change when I fall But I still wanna participate.
22 in 10 days.
Turning 22, in 10 different ways
A different shade.
A midnight black, to a faded gray.
I opened this chapter.
Dressed for the rapture.
Run and tell master.
While they're telling Ima take it all to the pastor.
Or am I dreaming?
Wake up Wake up.
Time to break up, from the shake up.
Don't let em see you down,
Get dressed,
And put on make up.
I'm evolving.
Starving like Marvin.
Sky is still calling
My name ain't Jim Jones, but one day I'll be ballin'.
Will I give back?
No looking back.
Dashing that.
Getting older now; getting bigger, steady hungry trying to pick up the pieces.
Pledge of allegiance to the money now.
Now and forever.
Finesse, but I'm still not that clever.
One day I'll be; probably never.
And nowadays 22 is still declared young.
But that won't change me from growing, I won't settle for none.
Nowadays 22 can feel old or feel young.
With these 10 days left I know it's better to come.
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC
Now i tried Tinder
as i tossed the caber and said timmmmberrrrr
for a while a guy of my style (ha ha!) will swipe to the left on Linda
...if your,re wondering why, her eyes bled Simba and i'm the only lion/loin King around here
but then after no connections for a bit i thought "this ap's pretty **** why has no one hit on me? Do i look like ET?" Cancel the extra kettle. It's judging by aesthetics and when you are bald and pathetic and want to take yourself out (mimic gun to head!) why would you put this face on a faux Take Me Out...leave the light on, cos mine's off, it's gone.
Wait a mo, a message, a flicker of flame!!!! From Tinder!!! I am Cinders and i'm going to the ball MOTHER *******
I'm a Schizophrenic hypocrite
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 7:57 PM UTC
Elder cocoons
Crysalis Hospice
Heaves pounding war drums
Fables of eternal bridge
Bingo and television
zombie horde lunch hour
Tennis ***** play race car
down halls tarred with lost children
Abandoned wither liver spot wrists
Silk wrinkles
Pull like neck folds lifted
newborn simba kittens
casted into this kingdom
scientists culture control
climate but not the yellow wall
It's too high for a fit cyborg
intravenous barbed wire
Cathader Penetrating
illusions of escapism
except the prison wealthy
classically conditioned
trading ice cream like cigarettes
trading blood diseases like ramen packets
There is no planned parenthood
in old folks homes
There is no distribution of free condoms
In a facility where they without medication
When you're about to win the lottery
His last day requested to bed Nurse Christine
Wheelchair ridden fumbling to open
A shaker of Mrs. DASH
I reach to help him open the spice.
Growling and Sadistic he festered:
"Let the little boy do what he can do."
I sat down in my chair.
he had his nurse ala mode.
no one will fund a ****** dispensary for old folks home.
they wouldn't use them.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 7:20 PM UTC
Rooster in the hen house
always wins.
It goes to
show
It doesn't matter.
When the hen gives in.
Make the Rooster happy!
To keep the peace with in.
It goes to show.
It doesn't really matter,
to this hen.
When the lights go out.
That's when it begins.
It may be real or just
pretend.
It really doesn't matter
in the end.
Why go down the road?
Said the hen!
When it's not far to go.
It's just to the next door!
To the rooster with in.
Cock-a-doodle-doo
once again.
See it really doesn't matter
To the hen.
There are other birds
of the same feather.
When the hen
doesn't give in.
This hen looks for attention.
Something to sip on,
could be 1 or 2!
To stick out her chest.
A couple of winks
does the trick.
Maybe get a new do!
The tail feathers will
go up soon.
She's a free rein hen.
If it really did matter
To this hen,
towards you.
There would have
been some clucks.
Like 2 or even 10!
To whom, that thought
it mattered.
It was only pretend.
For the Rooster on
The outside.
That's the way
it has been.
If it really did matter
to this hen.
That rooster would
be out.
This one
would be in.
It doesn't matter to her.
Like it's been said.
It really doesn't matter
Because, she's not
your hen.
The Rooster in the hen house.
Will always win.
Simba
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 12:58 PM UTC
I miss the way
I layed
draped
across you
in your "cloud bed"
that night. You told me
about your stuffed Simba
toy and how you hid
him under your bed
so he would be close
to your heart.
Then you said,
"I want to keep you there, too"
for the same reason, I think.
And I told you,
"When I was little
I thought my
Mary Jane's
could turn me
into Cinderella."
And you didn't think
it was stupid.
I should have kept you.
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 7:21 PM UTC
A child's heart breaks
for the first time,
when Simba sees Mufusa die.
He learns to grow and face
his past:
Fighting his demons
and falling in love.
Macbeth with lions.
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
"What goes on in Vegas
stays in Vegas"
When you go away
my heart is going
to change
You're going to
be gone
so far far away
I'll be home thinking
of you
To be told not
to worry
that's easy for you
to say
I won't hear from you
for hours
You'll just put your
phone away
You will be out
every night and day
this is true
To be dressing
up with the clothes that were
chosed by you
The ones you told me you
bought
for school
From the way you
will wear your
make up
To the way you set
your hair
It'll be worn
different than
when you're
with me, here
Everyone will be looking
at you
You won't be thinking
of me
You're going with friends
this is what you
decided to do
Nobody's going to say a
word against you
You will be within
a bubble
They will close
their eyes
They will become blind
for
you're in the land
of Vegas
Where nothing their
is true
You will be drinking
You'll be dancing
You will be
gambling too
There will be a bunch
of money
all around you
People will be flirting
That's what they do
I know this
to be
I see you flirt even when
you're with me
When this happens
it will stay between
Yourself and
the
Land of Make Believe
For this is a playground of
many fantasies
What goes on
between others
no one else
will see
You're within the bubble
there's nothing I
can do
For this is Vagas the land
where people do as
they please
I know my heart is
going to change
Mary Ann
For you are so
far away
The memories will be
yours forever
I didn't share them
with you
The stories that
you'll tell
When you do
see me
Will be the stories
from the
Land of Make-Believe
From your lover
boy Danny it is
hard for me to see
To know that you're
in Vegas
So far far away
from me
I stayed awake
at night
To write this poem
to thee
It is really bothering
me
To know that you're
in the land
Of opportunity
I will end my poem
the way that It started
As it was said in
the beginning and now
at the end
"What goes on in Vegas
stays in Vegas"
Yours truly
Simba
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 1:29 AM UTC
Yeah that's me, my life, except my companion went away and died.. <3 The Lion King Without His Queen
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 11:22 PM UTC
The Rose That Grew From A Crack In A Concrete
Black Rose That Grew From The Fertile Roots Beneath
Out The Crack Of The Earth
Blossoming Into A Fashionable Valuable Flower Of Worth
It's Not Impossible To See It's Possible To See The Rose Passion Of Thirst
Roots Planted To Be Phenomenal An For Search
Ones
Before Me Laughed At The Illogical Joke
But Knew The Astronomical Growth Would Be Abominable An Uncommon With His Philosophical Approach
See I Breed Off Diabolical Emote
The Detestable Weeds I Choked
It's Inevitable To See What Heretically Was Wrote
I Blossom And Bloom
Even In The Darkness Or Gloom
Wanna Rob Me With Doom
Ima Tsuanmi Typhoon
Purest To Water
You Can Tell By My Posture
These Thoughts I Can Not Harbor
Smile On My Face But Inside My Eyes Is Trauma
Don't See The Darkness In My Ocular
I'm Simba Trying To Be Like My Father
King Mufusa
Rose From The Concrete But I'm Just A Little Darker
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 12:59 PM UTC