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You have to check out 'March of the Penguins'. Penguins are the really ideal example of monogamy.

quote by Rich Lowry
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Penguin Conference

Three prying penguins clustered close,
Their gossip to relay
And almost standing nose-to-nose,
So secrets couldn't stray!
And so began their chinwag there,
Their raucous rendezvous,
With all the latest they could share,
Like naughty penguins do!

Nobody's safe from prying eyes
And there's the living proof!
Three spying penguins seem so wise
Just 'cos they know the truth!
Nobody trusts a single one!
Nobody calls them friends!
You see the gossips have their fun
At everyone's expense!

The pensive penguins pay no heed,
Addicted as they are,
To others and their every deed,
No matter, near or far!
Their conference is all they've got,
For friends they've found and lost...
And though their gossip's sometimes hot,
They, too, must pay the cost...

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poem by Denis Martindale
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Salvador Dali Poem

writing what i want to really mean
in a fashion that the surface must be unbelievable
imagine snow in the desert
grass in the sea
penguins on the hills of sands
lions sitting on the pews
fish swimming in the air

but mind you the fish, the lion, the penguins, the grass and sea
and hills and sands, and those pews
oh, they are all really really true,

touch them.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Snuggle

A warm embrace transforms each soul,
Somehow it changes things...
A humble hug can make you whole,
As if your heart had wings.
Warm-bloodied creatures love the most,
Like lions, tigers, bears...
Yet penguins cuddle coast-to-coast,
All snuggled up in pairs...

Three penguins snuggled up with love,
Contentment in their eyes.
The little one to stare above
At parents, oh, so wise...
To think that this was all they knew,
For nought on Earth they owned...
Yet love itself would see them through,
While life to them was loaned.

Life is a gift, a time to learn,
A sharing, nothing more...
A gift that none of us can earn,
So cherish what life's for...
Three penguins snuggled closer still,
Against the bitter cold...
Yet in each heart was love's warm thrill
More priceless than pure gold...

Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2010.

The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Snuggle'.

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poem by Denis Martindale
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Rene And Georgette Magritte With Their Dog After The War

Words & music by Paul Simon
Rene and Georgette Magritte
With their dog after the war
Returned to their hotel suite
And they unlocked the door
Easily losing their evening clothes
They danced by the light of the moon
To the Penguins, the Moonglows
The Orioles, and The Five Satins
The deep forbidden music
They'd been longing for
Rene and Georgette Magritte
With their dog after the war
Rene and Georgette Magritte
With their dog after the war
Were strolling down Christopher Street
When they stopped in a men's store
With all of the mannequins dressed in the style
That brought tears to their immigrant eyes
Just like The Penguins, the Moonglows
The Orioles, and The Five Satins
The easy stream of laughter
Flowing through the air
Rene and Georgette Magritte
With their dog apres la guerre
Side by side
They fell asleep
Decades gliding by like Indians
Time is cheap
When they wake up they will find
All their personal belongings
Have intertwined
Oh Rene and Georgette Magritte
With their dog after the war
Were dining with the power elite
And they looked in their bedroom drawer
And what do you think
They have hidden away
In the cabinet cold of their hearts?
The Penguins, the Moonglows
The Orioles, and The Five Satins
For now and ever after
As it was before
Rene and Georgette Magritte
With their dog after the war

song performed by by Paul Simon
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Rene & Georgette Magritte With Their Dog After The War

Words & music by paul simon
Rene and georgette magritte
With their dog after the war
Returned to their hotel suite
And they unlocked the door
Easily losing their evening clothes
They danced by the light of the moon
To the penguins, the moonglows
The orioles, and the five satins
The deep forbidden music
Theyd been longing for
Rene and georgette magritte
With their dog after the war
Rene and georgette magritte
With their dog after the war
Were strolling down christopher street
When they stopped in a mens store
With all of the mannequins dressed in the style
That brought tears to their immigrant eyes
Just like the penguins, the moonglows
The orioles, and the five satins
The easy stream of laughter
Flowing through the air
Rene and georgette magritte
With their dog apres la guerre
Side by side
They fell asleep
Decades gliding by like indians
Time is cheap
When they wake up they will find
All their personal belongings
Have intertwined
Oh rene and georgette magritte
With their dog after the war
Were dining with the power elite
And they looked in their bedroom drawer
And what do you think
They have hidden away
In the cabinet cold of their hearts?
The penguins, the moonglows
The orioles, and the five satins
For now and ever after
As it was before
Rene and georgette magritte
With their dog after the war

song performed by by Paul Simon
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Death of a Planet

The ocean waves crash along the shore
Its deep, gloomy depths hold
untold stories,
untold tragedies
Far away,
miles and miles along.
A 30ft wave submerges
a melting glacier
Penguins and fish alike swim away
to escape
the treacherous ship.
Polluting the water with oil
Pulling up pounds and pounds,
tons and tons
Of fish every day
Neither aquatic life,
nor penguins are safe
From the monstrosity
of human kind.
A mother and father penguin
get caught in a net,
tangle
and die.
Their baby now has to
fend for himself
But
with the shortage of fish,
with the fish gone
He does not
have enough energy
To swim back
to shore
The poor, innocent baby penguin
gets tired
And begins
to drown
Everything goes black
He is dying…
dying…..
gone

poem by Helena Dombrowski
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Asakusa Samba Festival
human penguins join the fun
with droopy forelimbs

haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Mr. Popper's Penguins

Carla Gugino, Jim Carrey, Madeline Carroll, Angela Lansbury, Ophelia Lovibond

by Sean Anders from Mr. Popper's Penguins (2011)
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Pigeonholed

Pigeonholed?
Where do these rumors get started?
I am a Dove in heat!
I'm not trying to compete with those Penguins!
Or whatever they are!
I am doing what I'm qualified to do.
Fly above popcorn and peanut droppings.
I've tried to pop my head in those holes...
But was told I didn't fit in!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Check My Machine

(Spoken) Sticks And Stones May Break My Bones
But Names Will Never Hurt Me
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
(Repeat) -
I Got A Woman A Long Time Ago
I Had Trouble
I Want You To See What You Can See
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
(Ad Lib)
I Want You To Check Check Check Check Check My Machine Check Check Check Check Check My
Machine
(Ad Lib)
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
(Repeat)

song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Penguins are extraordinarily like children, these little people of the Antarctic world, either like children, or like old men, full of their own importance and late for dinner, in their black tail-coats and white shirt-fronts — and rather portly withal.

quote by Apsley Cherry-Garrard
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Too Hot to Sleep

When the night is hot and sticky,
and you’re troubled by the heat,
just think about the penguins,
with no socks upon their feet.

And think about the cold waters
where they swim out to feed
trying to avoid the waiting sharks
with their insatiable greed.

Would you like the life of a penguin
instead of being cosy in your bed?
Or would you like to dodge the sharks
and be nice and cold instead?

poem by Orlando Belo
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Penguins

Penguins
Just see black and white.
No grey
Or colours burning bright.
People in treacle
Stuck in routine.
Hiding from beauty
They've never seen.
Unlike you and I.
We look up to the sky.

Roses
Unsmelt.
Emotion
Unfel t.
That perfume after the rain.
Never stopping
To see buds popping
In Spring.
Just window shopping
Again.
Unlike you and I.
Who watch the ocean
And cry.

poem by Kevin East
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The Ant

A sixty feet long ant
With a hat on its head,
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.

An ant pulling a cart
Full of penguins and ducks
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.

An ant speaking French,
Speaking Latin and Javanese,
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.

Hey! Why not?

poem by Robert Desnos from Storysongs (Chantefables) (1945), translated by Dan Costinaş
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Please Sun Can We Have More?

“light is come from sun,
please ask sun
to heat up more energy”

no no that's global warming
my polar bears like an icy dip
my penguins love their icy slide
and when the ice melts at the poles

coastlines world wide are swallowed whole
fertile coastal farm land is swamped by salty sea
where will farmers grow crops food for all humanity
land mass shrinking populations expanding is scary reality

from supercell storms to floods droughts is earth cry don’t let me fry

poem by Terence George Craddock
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An Autumn Burial

A small crowd stood around the grave;
my presence being one of them.
With our heads bowed downward and our
Predominant, black and white clothes
We all resembled king penguins
in the early autumn morning.
The breeze increased and blew the brown
Dead maple leaves around our feet,
some aptly onto the casket
deep within the newly dug grave.
Other than the wind, the silence
Is deafening except for an
occasional cough from the group.
The eulogy begins “Here lies ….”

poem by Albert Ahearn
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Feeling insecure

Monogamy is an overrated virtue
And polygamy is an overrated vice.
Non-monogamy is the natural way.
Feeling insecure will enter the way.
19.07.2009

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Lovely Dream, A Secret Wish

I dream of an ocean
Dolphins enjoying themselves
Sharks out for hunt
All the penguins in front.

I dream of grasslands
The cows feasting on the grass
A rainbow overhead
The flowers colored in red.

I dream of a forest
The birds chirping all around in the woods
A chilling wind and the dancing leaves
All the animals trying to seize.

Enjoying my dream
I am loving all these themes
Suddenly I rise from my dream,
I don’t want to dream of you anymore
As I want you for real(Amen)

@copyrights reserved with Author.

poem by Jinal Oswal
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Ramblings On A Sunday Morning

the white poodle keeps wagging
its tail
looking for my preferential attention

the motorcycles on the road
are noisy again

some children keep on tapping
their feet
imitating the dance of the
penguins

on the other hand the old woman
slowly ekes his tired feet
on the way to the church

the church bell keeps on its clanging
saying today is Sunday

i got no weekend
on a crisis of the pages of the books

some poems to justify
my contempt for rites and rituals and boring sermons

do not judge the cover of the book
until you dropp dead on the floor