Warning poem in progression

Warning hazard area a head
The disturbing things running round in ones head

Pink elephants and white lies
Long drawn out stories and alibi's

Defining what is what and who is who
What in this world are we suppose to do

Are we faithful or not
Do we create only to destroy Oh boy!

Here we go again being much more than we have ever been
The tiger said: to the monkey, with a half shaded grin

I have never sinned

Come down eh and lay with me lets us be more then we are meant to be
There is no king in this our jungle no rules to befuddle us

No ruler to muddle us let us be friends and the monkey thought
No way Josea, you will eat me up! You are a tiger and I am your meal

This is the Law in this our jungle so seys the man
Who wears you for a coat I can read between your lines

I wish not to be caught up in your throat
So the tiger walked away and the monkey lives another day

Until the return of the son of man when all will be Friends or dust

The consuming fire returns as do the worms

— Sinbadthesailorman, Jul 20, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: U.S. A. Indiana, Valparaiso, USA

Favorite Poets: Robert Frost, Walt Whitman, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Carl Sandburg these I have read some And so Many More. I have no Favorite or any that I dislike. Whom I consider to be poets; of course there are many Dark and hateful souls, who would cry out and to I will lend an ear, but some. They just leave a awful taste in my heart that I can not bear to read twice. Let alone as many times I would do normally; as I must.

Critiques

yenti

16 years 10 months ago

Beware work in Progress

There seems to be an old story in there somewhere that I seem to have been aware of from other reading, or maybe just the Idea of the Monkey and the Tiger am not sure, I will leavr this up to the ones that canremember and that have read more than me. I prefer originality as your first few word, they were great to read then the Monkey business ruined it a bit, Yours Ian.T

Sinbadthesailorman

16 years 10 months ago

In Life My friend as in it's continuation of

Oposites attrack each other then either they join and become both negative or positve or trade postions with each other there by mantaining and purifying the great balance that is but, truely the battle wages on for only one reason a victory for either side and than a new begining will be. To which side One chooses is always ones own free will A gift or a right who can truely say? But with each passing hour I seem to be realizing more truth then I care to now Why? I do not truely know. Time here as you have said is for learning But, What are we to be learning Peace of mind I believe it is a question we all ask ourself's Is there a God? And what Does He Want? or is there more than just this life? So Truth be known or not we all must conceed to its anwsering upon our own deaths for none has convince any other of the absalute truth. Who is Who and What is What has been going on since the very first utterance of mind vs matter if it dosen't mind than it dosen't matter? or does it? we all will find out these anwser upon death or so I think Donnie/ Sinbad

themoonman

16 years 10 months ago

Sinbad...

I think the story that Ian was referring to is a very old one. I believe it first showed up in print in 1958, in " The book of American Negro Folklore", and the story was called... The Signifying Monkey... a poem really, the first time I ever heard it was from my boss when I worked for the city, he knew it by heart... in this it is a lion and a monkey, with much the same sort of dialogue as in your poem... I too liked the message in your poem and the way it started, but the tiger and monkey put me in mind of the old story as well. Richard

Sinbadthesailorman

15 years 11 months ago

Can't say I ever read it

I tried to find this poem found info of the Negroes folklore poet but not the poem do yo know where I could find the poem I would very much like to read it I found some references and there is a elephant and Loin in his story too Donnie/ Sinbad but still have not found the story poem yet.