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"zebras" poems

Inventor Sam invented a life Full of bright and sunny days With clouds in the sky, peacefully passing on by, And beautiful birds singing in all sorts of nice ways. Inventor Sam, with a wave of his little right hand, Invented mountains that reached up towards the stars And with a wave and a flick, in an instant, quite quick, He made rivers and valleys stretched out afar. Inventor Sam, what a grand little man, Invented some animals too He called them Zebras, Giraffes, and Orangutans Even people like me and like you Inventor Sam then sat back to enjoy all that he made But he noticed that something was missing Not apples, nor reindeer, nor trees and their cool shade Not eagles, nor bananas, nor snakes and their hissing Inventor Sam looked closely at the animals that stuck out Those on two legs, with little hair and one tiny snout, They walked aimlessly around with no purpose at all Stiff legged and hollow like fragile china dolls Inventor Sam then sat up with a smile on his face For he knew what would be his very last application With a wave of both arms, and lightning for effect He made people Inventors with their very own imagination. -BPW 12/27/2013

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May 15, 2014

May 15, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC

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Inventor Sam invented a life Full of bright and sunny days With clouds in the sky, peacefully passing on by, And beautiful birds singing in all sorts of nice ways. Inventor Sam, with a wave of his little right hand, Invented mountains that reached up towards the stars And with a wave and a flick, in an instant, quite quick, He made rivers and valleys stretched out afar. Inventor Sam, what a grand little man, Invented some animals too He called them Zebras, Giraffes, and Orangutans Even people like me and like you Inventor Sam then sat back to enjoy all that he made But he noticed that something was missing Not apples, nor reindeer, nor trees and their cool shade Not eagles, nor bananas, nor snakes and their hissing Inventor Sam looked closely at the animals that stuck out Those on two legs, with little hair and one tiny snout, They walked aimlessly around with no purpose at all Stiff legged and hollow like fragile china dolls Inventor Sam then sat up with a smile on his face For he knew what would be his very last application With a wave of both arms, and lightning for effect He made people Inventors with their very own imagination. -BPW 12/27/2013

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My family is a bunch of animals. My mother is a lioness, strong, brave, and full of pride, with claws sharp as knives, for anyone that harms her cub she will strike. my father is a hyena, foolish, never serious, and a lazy scavenger, that doesn't do anything but eat the crap that he creates. My grand parents are elephants, big and strong during the day, blind and helpless during the night. My aunts and uncles are the herd of gazelles, they graze when they can, but when the lioness comes they silence and run away with fear. My dogs are the shade that comforts me from the burning sun of life. The day has come when the lioness shall not roam the tall grasses of the Serengeti. Without the lioness the gazelles are persistently grazing, depleting the grass, grazing and depleting until there was no grass left for me to hide in, they rammed and bucked at me like I had no right to grieve. I was a helpless cub on that day and I still am, wondering when the lioness will show up to be my heroine again. But as the gazelles buck and ram, a kangaroo and a zebra rush in, embrace me, and take me in, I now have a second family with: a savage tiger, Italian chipmunks, boxing kangaroos, kick-ass monkeys, elderly turtles, burly bears, religious zebras, and untimely rabbits. My second family is diverse, but they never do the worst just as my first. This is a story that I usually don't tell, but this my past life so I must tell, tell, tell... This is what God raised me to be, This for me and only me. One day the light will show for me, and me and the lioness will forever again be free, to roam the plains in the skies above, just like a dove.

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Nov 25, 2012

Nov 25, 2012 at 3:55 AM UTC

Family Doesn't Always Mean Blood

My family is a bunch of animals. My mother is a lioness, strong, brave, and full of pride, with claws sharp as knives, for anyone that harms her cub she will strike. my father is a hyena, foolish, never serious, and a lazy scavenger, that doesn't do anything but eat the crap that he creates. My grand parents are elephants, big and strong during the day, blind and helpless during the night. My aunts and uncles are the herd of gazelles, they graze when they can, but when the lioness comes they silence and run away with fear. My dogs are the shade that comforts me from the burning sun of life. The day has come when the lioness shall not roam the tall grasses of the Serengeti. Without the lioness the gazelles are persistently grazing, depleting the grass, grazing and depleting until there was no grass left for me to hide in, they rammed and bucked at me like I had no right to grieve. I was a helpless cub on that day and I still am, wondering when the lioness will show up to be my heroine again. But as the gazelles buck and ram, a kangaroo and a zebra rush in, embrace me, and take me in, I now have a second family with: a savage tiger, Italian chipmunks, boxing kangaroos, kick-ass monkeys, elderly turtles, burly bears, religious zebras, and untimely rabbits. My second family is diverse, but they never do the worst just as my first. This is a story that I usually don't tell, but this my past life so I must tell, tell, tell... This is what God raised me to be, This for me and only me. One day the light will show for me, and me and the lioness will forever again be free, to roam the plains in the skies above, just like a dove.

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Be unique Like a leopard In a city of zebras

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Aug 28, 2015

Aug 28, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC

Like a Leopard (10w)

Be unique Like a leopard In a city of zebras

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The posters said tomorrow At eleven on the dot The Mishkin Brothers Circus Would be here ....on this spot There would be no carnival or midway Just one tent and three rings And all of the excitement That a good old circus brings There would be elephants and lions Trapeze artists overhead Dancing dogs and ponies And zebras painted red Clowns of all description Answering to just one man In the center of the circle Was Mishkin brother....Dan He'd run the show for twenty years Gone from town to town to town In one day they would get set up And in two, they'd tear it down One day to show the locals The circus still was an event With magic, form the Barnum Days All housed inside one tent The sideshow barkers and their geeks Were not with this fine group Dan Mishkin had assembled Only the finest circus troup From Russia he had jugglers Knife throwers, just the best ******** riders from Decatur Along with all the rest Fourteen trucks and trailers Pulled into town the night before Breaking ground once they arrived Working right through until four Just old time entertainment No travelling gypsy band was this It was the Mishkin Brothers Circus It was something not to miss The show was started promptly At twelve o'clock, like the sign said A parade of all the players And the zebras painted red Two shows and it was over The whole routine began anew The field was once more empty Gone was the Mishkin rolling zoo A year from now, we'd see the signs And we'd all go to the tent To see the Mishkin Brothers Circus The best money ever spent

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Jun 13, 2015

Jun 13, 2015 at 4:48 PM UTC

The day the circus came to town

The posters said tomorrow At eleven on the dot The Mishkin Brothers Circus Would be here ....on this spot There would be no carnival or midway Just one tent and three rings And all of the excitement That a good old circus brings There would be elephants and lions Trapeze artists overhead Dancing dogs and ponies And zebras painted red Clowns of all description Answering to just one man In the center of the circle Was Mishkin brother....Dan He'd run the show for twenty years Gone from town to town to town In one day they would get set up And in two, they'd tear it down One day to show the locals The circus still was an event With magic, form the Barnum Days All housed inside one tent The sideshow barkers and their geeks Were not with this fine group Dan Mishkin had assembled Only the finest circus troup From Russia he had jugglers Knife throwers, just the best ******** riders from Decatur Along with all the rest Fourteen trucks and trailers Pulled into town the night before Breaking ground once they arrived Working right through until four Just old time entertainment No travelling gypsy band was this It was the Mishkin Brothers Circus It was something not to miss The show was started promptly At twelve o'clock, like the sign said A parade of all the players And the zebras painted red Two shows and it was over The whole routine began anew The field was once more empty Gone was the Mishkin rolling zoo A year from now, we'd see the signs And we'd all go to the tent To see the Mishkin Brothers Circus The best money ever spent

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"There are animals in the road" the traffic reporter said "We're not told what they are find another route instead" And so I got to wondering though I wasn't going that way what the mystery beasties were that were on the road that day Were they a herd of wildebeeste who took a wrong turn on the veldt or perhaps a wayward mule train delivering some sacks of spelt Maybe a team of trainee reindeer diverted from the North Pole or a bunch of llamas from Peru that fell through a wormhole Or bears, or wolves, or lions could be zebras or kangaroos surely not beached aquatic mammals or elephants trumpeting the blues Exotic beasts seemed unlikely though it was more likely cattle or sheep though it could have been migrating badgers moving goalposts somewhere safe to keep Cynthia Pauline Jones, 27/10/13

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Mar 18, 2014

Mar 18, 2014 at 8:36 AM UTC

There Are Animals in the Road

"There are animals in the road" the traffic reporter said "We're not told what they are find another route instead" And so I got to wondering though I wasn't going that way what the mystery beasties were that were on the road that day Were they a herd of wildebeeste who took a wrong turn on the veldt or perhaps a wayward mule train delivering some sacks of spelt Maybe a team of trainee reindeer diverted from the North Pole or a bunch of llamas from Peru that fell through a wormhole Or bears, or wolves, or lions could be zebras or kangaroos surely not beached aquatic mammals or elephants trumpeting the blues Exotic beasts seemed unlikely though it was more likely cattle or sheep though it could have been migrating badgers moving goalposts somewhere safe to keep Cynthia Pauline Jones, 27/10/13

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When they get to the aquarium, the kid asks if they have a Great White shark exhibit. The volunteer says no, we don’t. The kid asks, “Why? are you afraid he might try to eat people?” The volunteer chuckles at this and tells him no. no aquarium has successfully held a Great White shark live for more than a few days. You see, in order to stay alive, Great Whites and other sharks, like hammerheads, swim on their own continuously through the ocean, never stopping, never slowing, tramping a perpetual journey with many miles to go before they finally reach “sleep”. If they stop, the oxygen rich water around them no longer flows over their gills and into their bodies and they suffocate from the strain of being at rest. So they keep going, like lost children searching for their parents in a very large amusement park. This need to keep moving, this need for space, has made it extremely difficult to keep them in our meager glass human death cages. When the Monterey bay aquarium managed to capture a juvenile that didn’t thrash itself to death like the adult sharks they netted before, it bashed its head against the tank’s sturdy walls until the shock of being dragged out of its home and put in the equivalent of a coffin killed it. But, the volunteer continued cheerfully, we have other kinds of sharks here. We have zebra sharks, which don’t need to swim nonstop. In their natural habitat, they just lie on the ocean floor all day. The kid agrees to go see them The zebra sharks are not lying on the floor nor do they look like zebras. They swim slowly past him, leopard spots dotting their ridges on their backs, their fins, their long tails. “They’re called zebra sharks because of the zebra like patterns of the juveniles,” the volunteer explains. The ones we have here are adults.When they become adults, they get the spots and those ridges you see. Sometimes people mistake them for leopard sharks, which are a totally different species.” The kid stares at the zebra sharks for a full ten minutes, looking for a sign of resignation at being called something they weren’t anymore, at collectively being referred to by a childhood nickname they had long outgrown. They did not seem to care. He gets bored and goes to other exhibits, the split fin flashlight fish blinking on and off in their darkened tank, the touch pool, the medusa jellyfish with their trailing tentacles. But the sharks are what he remembers when he leaves, and they’re what he remember when he returns three months later, six months later, two years later, three, five, ten, this is what stays with him, the sharks in our tanks and the sharks in the ocean.

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Jun 16, 2017

Jun 16, 2017 at 2:20 AM UTC

At the aquarium.

When they get to the aquarium, the kid asks if they have a Great White shark exhibit. The volunteer says no, we don’t. The kid asks, “Why? are you afraid he might try to eat people?” The volunteer chuckles at this and tells him no. no aquarium has successfully held a Great White shark live for more than a few days. You see, in order to stay alive, Great Whites and other sharks, like hammerheads, swim on their own continuously through the ocean, never stopping, never slowing, tramping a perpetual journey with many miles to go before they finally reach “sleep”. If they stop, the oxygen rich water around them no longer flows over their gills and into their bodies and they suffocate from the strain of being at rest. So they keep going, like lost children searching for their parents in a very large amusement park. This need to keep moving, this need for space, has made it extremely difficult to keep them in our meager glass human death cages. When the Monterey bay aquarium managed to capture a juvenile that didn’t thrash itself to death like the adult sharks they netted before, it bashed its head against the tank’s sturdy walls until the shock of being dragged out of its home and put in the equivalent of a coffin killed it. But, the volunteer continued cheerfully, we have other kinds of sharks here. We have zebra sharks, which don’t need to swim nonstop. In their natural habitat, they just lie on the ocean floor all day. The kid agrees to go see them The zebra sharks are not lying on the floor nor do they look like zebras. They swim slowly past him, leopard spots dotting their ridges on their backs, their fins, their long tails. “They’re called zebra sharks because of the zebra like patterns of the juveniles,” the volunteer explains. The ones we have here are adults.When they become adults, they get the spots and those ridges you see. Sometimes people mistake them for leopard sharks, which are a totally different species.” The kid stares at the zebra sharks for a full ten minutes, looking for a sign of resignation at being called something they weren’t anymore, at collectively being referred to by a childhood nickname they had long outgrown. They did not seem to care. He gets bored and goes to other exhibits, the split fin flashlight fish blinking on and off in their darkened tank, the touch pool, the medusa jellyfish with their trailing tentacles. But the sharks are what he remembers when he leaves, and they’re what he remember when he returns three months later, six months later, two years later, three, five, ten, this is what stays with him, the sharks in our tanks and the sharks in the ocean.

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A star of blood you fell from the point of the hypodermic singing of fabulous beasts & spitting out the *** of vowels Your poems explode in the mouth like torrents of ***** on a night full of zebras & bootheels Your ghost still cruses the river- fronts of midnight assignations in a world of dead sailors carrying armfuls of flowers in search of your unmarked grave Your body no sanctuary for bees, Death was your lover in a rain of broken obelisks & rotting orchids In the tangled rose of a single heartbeat I offer you the shadow of a double profile, two heads held together at the bridge of the nose by a nail of ***** smoke in the long night's dreaming & memory of water poured between glasses In my mailbox I find a letter from a dead man & know that for every shadow given one is taken away Yet subtraction is only a special form of addition and implies a world of hidden intentions below a horizon of lips thin as your fingernail sprouting mysteries in the earth … The ace of spades dealt from the bottom of the deck severs the hand which retrieves it & the eyes of Beauty sewn together peer over a black lace fan in the ****** sunlight of a Spanish morning without horses The Belt of Orion is loosened before you as you remove the silver fingerstalls from your mummy hands & kneel to plunder the nightsky in a shower of bitter diamonds. (Somewhere under a blanket someone weeps for a lover.) Peace to your soul & to your empty shoes in the dark closets of kings with no feet!!!

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Apr 17, 2013

Apr 17, 2013 at 4:06 PM UTC

An Act of Jeopardy for Garcia Lorca by Ira Cohen

A star of blood you fell from the point of the hypodermic singing of fabulous beasts & spitting out the *** of vowels Your poems explode in the mouth like torrents of ***** on a night full of zebras & bootheels Your ghost still cruses the river- fronts of midnight assignations in a world of dead sailors carrying armfuls of flowers in search of your unmarked grave Your body no sanctuary for bees, Death was your lover in a rain of broken obelisks & rotting orchids In the tangled rose of a single heartbeat I offer you the shadow of a double profile, two heads held together at the bridge of the nose by a nail of ***** smoke in the long night's dreaming & memory of water poured between glasses In my mailbox I find a letter from a dead man & know that for every shadow given one is taken away Yet subtraction is only a special form of addition and implies a world of hidden intentions below a horizon of lips thin as your fingernail sprouting mysteries in the earth … The ace of spades dealt from the bottom of the deck severs the hand which retrieves it & the eyes of Beauty sewn together peer over a black lace fan in the ****** sunlight of a Spanish morning without horses The Belt of Orion is loosened before you as you remove the silver fingerstalls from your mummy hands & kneel to plunder the nightsky in a shower of bitter diamonds. (Somewhere under a blanket someone weeps for a lover.) Peace to your soul & to your empty shoes in the dark closets of kings with no feet!!!

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Can you spot those wild zebras, trotting across noisy plains of green? Can you spy them with binoculars, huddling together in familiar scenes? Can you observe these wild zebras, emblazoned with their traditional stripes? Can you recognize distinctive patterns of opposing colors of black and white? Can you form an opinion regarding the thoughts of wild zebras at play? Can any semblance of ‘Fashion Sense’ force a duality of stripes to rule the day? Can you number the size of the herd or even call out specific zebras by name? See their necks encircled by dangling whistles, as they continue… to officiate the football game. -Joe Breunig, Poet/Author, Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory

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Sep 18, 2013

Sep 18, 2013 at 2:32 PM UTC

joseph-j-breunig-3rd

Poem: Wild Zebras At Play?

Can you spot those wild zebras, trotting across noisy plains of green? Can you spy them with binoculars, huddling together in familiar scenes? Can you observe these wild zebras, emblazoned with their traditional stripes? Can you recognize distinctive patterns of opposing colors of black and white? Can you form an opinion regarding the thoughts of wild zebras at play? Can any semblance of ‘Fashion Sense’ force a duality of stripes to rule the day? Can you number the size of the herd or even call out specific zebras by name? See their necks encircled by dangling whistles, as they continue… to officiate the football game. -Joe Breunig, Poet/Author, Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory

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I like giraffes. It's funny when they drink. I don't care for orange. I don't know why. It doesn't excite me. I don't expect it to excite me. Rainbows are okay. They're pretty cool. When I see one, I always say Hey! There's a rainbow. I like pillows. They're comfy. My pillow is the comfiest. Zebras are melancholy.

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Sep 28, 2013

Sep 28, 2013 at 1:21 AM UTC

I like giraffes. It's funny when they drink. I don't care for orange. I don't know why. It doesn't excite me. I don't expect it to excite me. Rainbows are okay. They're pretty cool. When I see one, I always say Hey! There's a rainbow. I like pillows. They're comfy. My pillow is the comfiest. Zebras are melancholy.

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Never get to close at the zoo A hippopotamus can step on your shoe You could get bit by a rabid racoon Become lunch for a lion or get pooed on by a loon the zebras are crazy they'll eat your baby well humming a tune They’ll make a dessert out of your lady And eat her with a spoon YES! You can die when you visit the zoo So............. Here’s my advice to you, Scr3w the hippo, the lion, and the loon. Stay far away from the dangers that lurk inside of the zoo

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Jun 1, 2017

Jun 1, 2017 at 11:00 PM UTC

Never get to close at the zoo A hippopotamus can step on your shoe You could get bit by a rabid racoon Become lunch for a lion or get pooed on by a loon the zebras are crazy they'll eat your baby well humming a tune They’ll make a dessert out of your lady And eat her with a spoon YES! You can die when you visit the zoo So............. Here’s my advice to you, Scr3w the hippo, the lion, and the loon. Stay far away from the dangers that lurk inside of the zoo

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Can you spot those wild zebras, trotting across noisy plains of green? Can you spy them with binoculars, huddling together in familiar scenes? Can you observe these wild zebras, emblazoned with their traditional stripes? Can you recognize distinctive patterns of opposing colors of black and white? Can you form an opinion regarding the thoughts of wild zebras at play? Can any semblance of ‘Fashion Sense’ force a duality of stripes to rule the day? Can you number the size of the herd or even call out specific zebras by name? See their necks encircled by dangling whistles, as they continue… to officiate the football game. -Joe Breunig, Poet/Author, Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.

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Feb 28, 2014

Feb 28, 2014 at 10:38 AM UTC

joseph-j-breunig-3rd

Poem: Wild Zebras At Play?

Can you spot those wild zebras, trotting across noisy plains of green? Can you spy them with binoculars, huddling together in familiar scenes? Can you observe these wild zebras, emblazoned with their traditional stripes? Can you recognize distinctive patterns of opposing colors of black and white? Can you form an opinion regarding the thoughts of wild zebras at play? Can any semblance of ‘Fashion Sense’ force a duality of stripes to rule the day? Can you number the size of the herd or even call out specific zebras by name? See their necks encircled by dangling whistles, as they continue… to officiate the football game. -Joe Breunig, Poet/Author, Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.

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I like turtles and foxes, and pigs in some boxes, I like puppies and cats, And penguins with hats, I like chickens and fishes, And bunnies with wishes, I like zebras and whales, And big pony tails, I like parrots and flies, And hot apple pies, I like skating on ice, And monkeys with lice, I like turtles and foxes, And pigs in some boxes.

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Dec 17, 2014

Dec 17, 2014 at 1:16 PM UTC

I like turtles and foxes

I like turtles and foxes, and pigs in some boxes, I like puppies and cats, And penguins with hats, I like chickens and fishes, And bunnies with wishes, I like zebras and whales, And big pony tails, I like parrots and flies, And hot apple pies, I like skating on ice, And monkeys with lice, I like turtles and foxes, And pigs in some boxes.

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whenever i feel down, i look on to my favorite things: angels books chocolate dogs environment flowers guitar hugs ivory juice kisses love mercy nirvana oasis pizza queens rocks sweaters tea _ vivaldi wonderland x-men yogurt zebras but i'm missing u

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Jun 16, 2014

Jun 16, 2014 at 9:08 AM UTC

favorite things (alphabetical order)

whenever i feel down, i look on to my favorite things: angels books chocolate dogs environment flowers guitar hugs ivory juice kisses love mercy nirvana oasis pizza queens rocks sweaters tea _ vivaldi wonderland x-men yogurt zebras but i'm missing u

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I rode the wings of night on rising air That carried me from Africa's wild shore; To fields of meadowsweet and maidenhair To sing of heaven's dome and ocean's floor. Spring greets my song with hawthorn flower and briar. Rewards my voice with nectar-tinted sun; The thrum of earth's renewal is my lyre As thaws begin and waters speed to run. I sing for memories of sultry days For zebras racing over arid plains. I sing of England's tepid Summer haze; Slow-strolling shire horses with plaited manes. From heaven's heights I sing, for life's divine, The purest voice, the lightest heart is mine. ------------------------------------------------------------------- NOTES: Written on 22nd June 2003. I did some research about where the Willow Warbler goes on its "migration holidays" before writing this sonnet.

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Sep 6, 2009

Sep 6, 2009 at 3:14 PM UTC

Song of the Willow Warbler

I rode the wings of night on rising air That carried me from Africa's wild shore; To fields of meadowsweet and maidenhair To sing of heaven's dome and ocean's floor. Spring greets my song with hawthorn flower and briar. Rewards my voice with nectar-tinted sun; The thrum of earth's renewal is my lyre As thaws begin and waters speed to run. I sing for memories of sultry days For zebras racing over arid plains. I sing of England's tepid Summer haze; Slow-strolling shire horses with plaited manes. From heaven's heights I sing, for life's divine, The purest voice, the lightest heart is mine. ------------------------------------------------------------------- NOTES: Written on 22nd June 2003. I did some research about where the Willow Warbler goes on its "migration holidays" before writing this sonnet.

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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?

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Sep 9, 2015

Sep 9, 2015 at 3:34 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?

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in Tanzania where migrating herds of wildebeests, gazelles, zebras and buffalos stampeding across the vast Serengeti Plains ignite the world then write their names in gold ignite the skyline of earth create a painted watercolor sunset

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Aug 1, 2015

Aug 1, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC

A Painted Watercolor Sunset

in Tanzania where migrating herds of wildebeests, gazelles, zebras and buffalos stampeding across the vast Serengeti Plains ignite the world then write their names in gold ignite the skyline of earth create a painted watercolor sunset

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all the zebras gather in the night to rearrange their zebra stripe just two color black and white a jigsaw puzzle oh what a sight but what if we exchange the colored patterns between the zebras and the giraffes still the lions are there in the soft moonlight

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Mar 17, 2014

Mar 17, 2014 at 9:02 AM UTC

Lions In The Moonlight

all the zebras gather in the night to rearrange their zebra stripe just two color black and white a jigsaw puzzle oh what a sight but what if we exchange the colored patterns between the zebras and the giraffes still the lions are there in the soft moonlight

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Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of love this is Africa What's in Africa? What's there to see? I asked myself on the New Year's eve I thought that I was good in geography But I didn't know Lagos or Nairobi I might be ignorant, I have to admit About Africa I knew just a little bit The great Sahara - sands of mystery! The Nile river - so much history! Africa is magical and magical is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of joy this is Africa Namibia, Nigeria, Niger, Angola, Algeria Burundi, Benin and Libya, Lesotho and Liberia Burkina-Faso, Botswana, Guinea-Bissau, Ghana Djibouti, Zimbabwe, Zambia, Uganda, Rwanda, Gambia I saw a film on Serengeti Park A one of a kind, a must-see landmark I watched a documentary on pyramids of Giza They're much much older than Mona Lisa I heard that oldest coffee plants Take their roots in Ethiopia's land And that samba, rumba, funk and jazz Take their beats from African drums Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of love this is Africa Cameroon and Congo, Malawi, Mali, Morocco Côte d'Ivoire and Kenya, Mauritius, Mauritania Tunisia, Tanzania, Eswatini, Eritrea Sudan, Senegal, Somalia, Sierra Leone, South Sudan You can travel around cities of Africa Like Cape Town, Cairo or Casablanca If you're in love or plan to be Go to Zanzibar, feel that ocean breeze! Climb up mount Kilimanjaro Watch the zebras cross the Masai Mara If you're adventurous, you're a dreamer Take a wild trip down Zambezi river Africa is magical and magical is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of joy this is Africa Comoros, Chad, Cabo Verde, Democratic Republic of Congo Ethiopia, Egypt, Guinea, Gabon, Equatorial Guinea and Togo Madagascar, Mozambique, Central African Republic Sao Tome and Principe, South Africa and Seychelles Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa Continental wonderland, I'm on my way to Africa!

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May 3, 2022

May 3, 2022 at 7:33 PM UTC

Africa is Beautiful

Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of love this is Africa What's in Africa? What's there to see? I asked myself on the New Year's eve I thought that I was good in geography But I didn't know Lagos or Nairobi I might be ignorant, I have to admit About Africa I knew just a little bit The great Sahara - sands of mystery! The Nile river - so much history! Africa is magical and magical is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of joy this is Africa Namibia, Nigeria, Niger, Angola, Algeria Burundi, Benin and Libya, Lesotho and Liberia Burkina-Faso, Botswana, Guinea-Bissau, Ghana Djibouti, Zimbabwe, Zambia, Uganda, Rwanda, Gambia I saw a film on Serengeti Park A one of a kind, a must-see landmark I watched a documentary on pyramids of Giza They're much much older than Mona Lisa I heard that oldest coffee plants Take their roots in Ethiopia's land And that samba, rumba, funk and jazz Take their beats from African drums Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of love this is Africa Cameroon and Congo, Malawi, Mali, Morocco Côte d'Ivoire and Kenya, Mauritius, Mauritania Tunisia, Tanzania, Eswatini, Eritrea Sudan, Senegal, Somalia, Sierra Leone, South Sudan You can travel around cities of Africa Like Cape Town, Cairo or Casablanca If you're in love or plan to be Go to Zanzibar, feel that ocean breeze! Climb up mount Kilimanjaro Watch the zebras cross the Masai Mara If you're adventurous, you're a dreamer Take a wild trip down Zambezi river Africa is magical and magical is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of joy this is Africa Comoros, Chad, Cabo Verde, Democratic Republic of Congo Ethiopia, Egypt, Guinea, Gabon, Equatorial Guinea and Togo Madagascar, Mozambique, Central African Republic Sao Tome and Principe, South Africa and Seychelles Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa Continental wonderland, I'm on my way to Africa!

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Let’s revolutionize the ethereal butchered up remaining bits of intergalactic attack. Gazelles! Zebras! Both victims to the same tyrant. Incessant and volatile death, those who never were didactic masters for themselves turn to speak; no words remain.

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Mar 5, 2012

Mar 5, 2012 at 1:57 PM UTC

nicole-marie-fraticelli

Don't Pass me by

Let’s revolutionize the ethereal butchered up remaining bits of intergalactic attack. Gazelles! Zebras! Both victims to the same tyrant. Incessant and volatile death, those who never were didactic masters for themselves turn to speak; no words remain.

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Anxiously awaiting atomic assimilation Basing me on belligerent and boorish bastardization Capsizing cargo with careful consideration as to Deciding which day is decay's destination Everyone embrace the elevated expiration Forget my face and follow fabrication Go to the gallows with grace and gravitation He will hold you and hinder alienation I, however, hold insignificance in interest Justifiable jackhammers jacking fighter jets Killing Californians who are kissing canvases Lying without laughing and lighting cigarettes My master makes me move my mundane mind Never knowing next to nothing with nothing else inside Overly offering operating override Practicing patiently pulling peoples' pride Quickly questioning quizzical quietness Rationalizing raging reinventions ridiculous Stapling this summer to my (still) sick subconscious Traveling tunnelers trading tides for tiredness Under the umbrella my undertow untangles Violently vibrating like varying violin angles Waiting with wandering whispers under the table Xylophonist x-rays, excruciating fables You yellow youngling, you who screams in my dreams Zebras zoom by every single night, it seems Let's chant my enchantments, the alliteration song! And untie your tongue So you don't take it wrong.

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Feb 17, 2011

Feb 17, 2011 at 6:59 PM UTC

The Alliteration Song!

Anxiously awaiting atomic assimilation Basing me on belligerent and boorish bastardization Capsizing cargo with careful consideration as to Deciding which day is decay's destination Everyone embrace the elevated expiration Forget my face and follow fabrication Go to the gallows with grace and gravitation He will hold you and hinder alienation I, however, hold insignificance in interest Justifiable jackhammers jacking fighter jets Killing Californians who are kissing canvases Lying without laughing and lighting cigarettes My master makes me move my mundane mind Never knowing next to nothing with nothing else inside Overly offering operating override Practicing patiently pulling peoples' pride Quickly questioning quizzical quietness Rationalizing raging reinventions ridiculous Stapling this summer to my (still) sick subconscious Traveling tunnelers trading tides for tiredness Under the umbrella my undertow untangles Violently vibrating like varying violin angles Waiting with wandering whispers under the table Xylophonist x-rays, excruciating fables You yellow youngling, you who screams in my dreams Zebras zoom by every single night, it seems Let's chant my enchantments, the alliteration song! And untie your tongue So you don't take it wrong.

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Where's your lady? asked the chimpanzee the bear looked askance the tiger growled zebras rolled macaws looked in trance. Where's she your lady pretty queried the lone rhino it's not good this solitude roared the lion with raised eyebrow. Did you lose your way this November day when the sky's blazing blue this fair weather you aren't together how come asked the shrew. Your face it shows shouted hippos this fine day of November boars did grunt scowled elephant you're lost without her. They were so true alone at the zoo emptiness surrounded me daylight though gold sky blue bold I roamed unhappily.

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Nov 3, 2015

Nov 3, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC

pradip-chattopadhyay

Today I Went to the Zoo

Where's your lady? asked the chimpanzee the bear looked askance the tiger growled zebras rolled macaws looked in trance. Where's she your lady pretty queried the lone rhino it's not good this solitude roared the lion with raised eyebrow. Did you lose your way this November day when the sky's blazing blue this fair weather you aren't together how come asked the shrew. Your face it shows shouted hippos this fine day of November boars did grunt scowled elephant you're lost without her. They were so true alone at the zoo emptiness surrounded me daylight though gold sky blue bold I roamed unhappily.

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At the watering hole the wildabeasts are gossiping the news it's somebody's BIRTHDAY and he may have the Blues! so they all told the zebras who in turn told giraffes they all told the elephants they even told their calves pretty soon the whole Savannah knew that they must sing! all the lions and the bears and every bird on wing! so they sent up a chorus all the grasslands RANG! even though it was raucous this is what they sang... HIPPO, BIRDIE, two EWES! HIPPO, BIRDIE, two EWES! HIPPO... BIRDIE DEAR FRIEND, HIPPO, BIRDIE, two EWES! and many BOOOARS...

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Jul 21, 2015

Jul 21, 2015 at 8:28 PM UTC

A little birdie told me it's a friend's Birthday!

At the watering hole the wildabeasts are gossiping the news it's somebody's BIRTHDAY and he may have the Blues! so they all told the zebras who in turn told giraffes they all told the elephants they even told their calves pretty soon the whole Savannah knew that they must sing! all the lions and the bears and every bird on wing! so they sent up a chorus all the grasslands RANG! even though it was raucous this is what they sang... HIPPO, BIRDIE, two EWES! HIPPO, BIRDIE, two EWES! HIPPO... BIRDIE DEAR FRIEND, HIPPO, BIRDIE, two EWES! and many BOOOARS...

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zebra geebra striped like an amoeba or maybe like a striped cloth thrown over a horse but you don't race zebras or amoebas just a horse but if the horse had a striped saddle it'd be a zebra but not an ameba but amoebas did evolve into zebras and horses

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May 13, 2015

May 13, 2015 at 6:03 AM UTC

bergen-franklin

Zebras and Amoebas

zebra geebra striped like an amoeba or maybe like a striped cloth thrown over a horse but you don't race zebras or amoebas just a horse but if the horse had a striped saddle it'd be a zebra but not an ameba but amoebas did evolve into zebras and horses

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