Joyce Chelmo

Ramblings Of A Red Monkey - Poem by Joyce Chelmo

My life’s been huge,
still wondering
what I’ll be when I grow up.

Still looking for that elusive
silver ring,
and it’s my party,
all I want is an exit door.

I’m no rainbow colored fairy
sitting on a soft shade lotus blossom.
No Cleopatra reclining on my bed.

I’m the red monkey sitting
on a cliffs edge,
pounding hollow chest,
screeching about unrighteousness.

The chick that wishes
she had a cave all her own.
Losing balance a little more
each day.

Tired of pretty pictures
with false vibrato.

Comments about Ramblings Of A Red Monkey by Joyce Chelmo

  • (4/29/2006 12:34:00 PM)

    This reminds me of the Childrens charactor, Tracey Beaker, a girl who is point blank in her expression and would shout her views from the roof -tops,
    Brilliant expression of life,
    Love Duncan
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  • (4/28/2006 9:18:00 PM)

    Thank you both so much, this one has actually already been published, but the link thing didn't work when I tried to show it. This was inspired by all the signiture
    pictures I see in some forums. 'I'm no rainbow colored fairie' basically Im into being real. Glad you both liked this one.

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  • (4/28/2006 10:18:00 AM)

    I'm thankful for red monkeys pounding and screeching... I hear you, in the last few especially... But you know, there is pretty truth to be had as well... Keep looking, and please, keep writing - I'll be back for more. Esther (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 28, 2006

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