Monkey cages
Singing away above the covers
The little monkey is not asleep
Normally falling hard and fast
For an hour or two not a peep
Of course the day had plans made
That required a schedule tight
Coffee with a friend, face to face social
Today, there will be no respite
Another weekend passes on by
With not a moment to the self
A week of work aplenty to come
Living life upon the shelf
How many days can arrive and go
Without fulfilling the needs
To see a face without demand
Until the heart no longer bleeds
Lost of mind, lots of games
There is nothing to be done
Responsibility is part of choice
And always is more to come.
Taraz
[ a Steem original ]
Awesome words they are .
Yep another weekend passesWow great poem @tarazkp
Without fulfilling the needs .
Very appreciatable poem it is .
Monkey cage, this activity is set and done heavy, no choice, everything is arranged, must be implemented. Such a forced and no choice@tarazkp
Wonderful, your monkeys as well as your poems ... do not have any comparison with them, as well as photography, as well .... I really am surprised.
Thanks so much for giving me the opportunity to watch.
Thanks for appreciating nature through this poem which you stood to convey the life and plans of monkey to that of human being, I like the rhythm you adopted in the poetry too.
We are really a product of our world, there are a lot of things we plan to achieve through our dream but situation never let things work out every time. Leg crippled in domesticity which and that of place of work which there is no time it actually spear for oneself.
Great words, awesome lines, amazing stanzas, beautiful poem. Keep the work up brother.
His monkey is very cute hehehe ...
Great poem. Cute monkey.
Beautiful, I have never seen this side of you since I've been commenting under your blog.
You did a very wonderful job, poets are good thinkers. Smile
I love your choice of rhyme scheme, it's simple rhymes but it plays with a delicate topic and it's beautiful.
Never knew a poem could be written like this where the first and third line wouldn't have the same rhyme . Well I think there are different styles of writing a poem and this is just one way.
It's a nice poem you have here and u enjoyed reading it.
Good one from you @tarazkp. Reminds me of our routine that potentially could become boring
such a great poem.... love this...
How many days can arrive and go
Without fulfilling the needs
To see a face without demand
Until the heart no longer bleeds