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The Ecology Student

THE ECOLOGY STUDENT

Always eats alone
And keeps her own company

Her head in a book
Even in the dining hall

Their whispered nickname
“The Academia Nut”

Oh yes, she’s heard it
But you don’t let on of course

Dignified silence
A study in deepest blue

Mindless cruelty
She fingers her hidden scars

Stained with history
Like the poor planet itself

Not-so-smart Mouth (25b)

NOT-SO-SMART MOUTH

Using wit
With intent to hurt
A sour note
Spoils the chord
You play and to be honest
You test my patience

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This was written as a contribution to The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt No. 55.

https://secretkeeper.net/2016/09/19/weekly-writing-challenge-55/

Seed Words: | WIT | HURT | NOTE | HONEST | TEST |

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Shadorma November

A Well Known Story

A WELL KNOWN STORY

It is a well known story,
And I’m sure you’ve heard it said,
That of all the animal kingdom
The Lion is the head.

He sits assured upon his throne
And knows he can’t be moved,
But still the King Of The Jungle
Must sometimes have it proved.

So he went to see the Tiger,
Who was sitting having tea
“Who’s the King Of The Jungle?”
The Tiger said, “Why, me.”

This made the Monarch angry
And made the Tiger regret it;
As he landed in a pile of plates
The Lion roared, “Don’t forget it!”

He next sought out the Zebra,
A milder sort of beast.
“And do you mind telling me, peasant … ?”
“Oh no, sir, not in the least.”

But once the question was finished
The Zebra changed his song,
Saying “I’m the King of the Jungle,
And if you think different you’re wrong.”

The Lion flew into a rage
And beat him with a broom
And tore the stripes from off his back
And stormed out of the room.

He rudely hailed the Elephant.
The placid beast never stirred.
“WHO IS THE KING OF THE JUNGLE???”
She answered not a word,

Just picked the Lion up in her trunk
And gave him such a shake,
Then wrapped him round some nearby trees
And threw him in the lake.

The Lion lay there an instant,
Till he knew who he was again,
Then stepped from the water gracefully
And proudly shook his mane.

Calmly he approached the Elephant
With all the style of a dancer
And said, “Well, there’s no need to get annoyed
Just because you don’t know the answer.”

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The ego has access to a seemingly bottomless font of self-deception.

“To This Day” Project

“To This Day” Project

A friend sent me this, because she thought “all good poems seem to find their way to your blog eventually”. Hmmm, I’m afraid I should need to be a Methuselah to make that become true. 😛 Anyway, this is one of them that made it. I know it takes 7½ minutes to watch, but it is time well spent, I believe. I can think of several regular readers of “Ben Naga” who will love it.

The Ecology Student

THE ECOLOGY STUDENT

Always eats alone
And keeps her own company

Her head in a book
Even in the dining hall

Their whispered nickname
“The Academia Nut”

Oh yes, she’s heard it
But you don’t let on of course

Dignified silence
A study in deepest blue

Mindless cruelty
She fingers her hidden scars

Stained with history
Like the poor planet itself

A Well Known Story

A WELL KNOWN STORY

It is a well known story,
And I’m sure you’ve heard it said,
That of all the animal kingdom
The Lion is the head.

He sits assured upon his throne
And knows he can’t be moved,
But still the King Of The Jungle
Must sometimes have it proved.

So he went to see the Tiger,
Who was sitting having tea
“Who’s the King Of The Jungle?”
The Tiger said, “Why, me.”

This made the Monarch angry
And made the Tiger regret it;
As he landed in a pile of plates
The Lion roared, “Don’t forget it!”

He next sought out the Zebra,
A milder sort of beast.
“And do you mind telling me, peasant … ?”
“Oh no, sir, not in the least.”

But once the question was finished
The Zebra changed his song,
Saying “I’m the King of the Jungle,
And if you think different you’re wrong.”

The Lion flew into a rage
And beat him with a broom
And tore the stripes from off his back
And stormed out of the room.

He rudely hailed the Elephant.
The placid beast never stirred.
“WHO IS THE KING OF THE JUNGLE???”
She answered not a word,

Just picked the Lion up in her trunk
And gave him such a shake,
Then wrapped him round some nearby trees
And threw him in the lake.

The Lion lay there an instant,
Till he knew who he was again,
Then stepped from the water gracefully
And proudly shook his mane.

Calmly he approached the Elephant
With all the style of a dancer
And said, “Well, there’s no need to get annoyed
Just because you don’t know the answer.”
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The ego has access to a seemingly bottomless font of self-deception. At the macro level this ego expresses itself as exceptionalism. (If you’re unfamiliar with the concept, you might want to look it up on Dictionary.com )

Samuel Johnson said, “Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel.” And before you blow a gasket, do have an open-minded and open-hearted look at the way the poor word has been (and *is*) being (mis)used.

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