A Swing Through The Jungle-A Meet And Greet with Elfwing and Bump
We want to thank you all for stopping by
And sharing your writes with us
As a special treat we’ve included
This special “Tarzan” Story for your amusement!
We hope you’ve enjoyed your stay!
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Elfwing and Bump
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Hello Elfwing and Bump ~ when you get here *smiling* I just love the video!!! it is Remarkable LMAO
Hello Elfwing and Bump, I’ve got only a few minutes to say hello to you two, and that I’ll be back a little later, I’ve got family things to tend too.This is a wonderful blog and I wish you all the best!
Jon
Hello old friends and welcome new.
Here’s a bit from me to you:
Dance Among Them
by Sevenamagenta
The Sounds of the jungle hypnotic
call out in rhythm and refrain
the tinny treble of Macaw lays itself out
against the bass thumping of gorillas
and the clever clamor of Arrangutangs
inviting you to dance among them
on the beat down earthen floor
no fancy steps just fiesty flailing
carthartic moves they’ve never seen before
announcing you’ve rejoined the animal kingdom
and freer than ever before…
Great blog guys, be well :love:
Well hello folks and welcome. Sorry I was a little late getting here. (computer and mouse problems.)Jon,you did an excellent job with this blog-pics and all.We appreciate you and your time and creativity dearly.(The video is precious. 🙂 Thank you so much. Helo Bob,Diane and Cheryl and Bump. Yeah,I like the pic of the monkey too. Looking forward to seeing the crew and the pals that come. Hope all is well. Just come on over and have a swing. :)We’ll be here waiting for yu. Now,where’s that uh (“ouch!”) vine…..
Hello Elfwing and Bumb great Blog and video … Dont have a piece yet but will be back over later wit sum sum …. Hugs
:groovy: :entertained: :love: :love:
JUNGLE RUN
Flying though the jungle wit ease
Minding my own business
When out jumps cugo
All slab and grouting fears
Scare me so bad
I wet my pants
But that didnt stop me
I waz going for the Strawberries
And not boby mess wit me and my strawberries
This waz a jungle fight till the end
We tussle and roll
All thought the bush
I waz doing most of the running
But I didnt give up
Had ta have me strawberries
So on and on
Round and round
We went
I just got tire and gave up
When back to me hut
And had me coconut fill chocolate cream puff
That waz enuff
Cause I waz stuff
Written By: Bettie Davis ————————————————– © May 31 ,2011
Never in my wildest dreams
oh, I feel
did I think to be, walking
through this jungle.
Glad to be with a group
watch out for that pile
of…
stumps 😀 don’t trip
oh no, so busy telling
you, to watch what you
do, that eieeeeeeeeee
ran right into that
tree!
sick, take me back to
camp, please…
quick, quick, quick!
Please…
Tarzan?
I know I’ve been MIA ~ I’ve been busy with some other things…….. I need to cut out ~ see you over coffee!!
I’m Martin, a new guy. I am another myspace refugee, from the music forums. I met Cheryl on another blog that I posted a silly poem in the wrong place. She said to come here and say hi. Sorry I don’t have a jungle poem ready. Mostly I am going to watch and learn how things are done here for a while before I post much. So Howdy! Nice to meet you all!
Good evening Elfwing and Bump. Hello and welcome new pals!
Can anyone do the Tarzan call?
Such a lot of fun. Awesome blog and poetry!
Hello everyone 😉 This is called “scratch me”
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Wow You Baaad Boy ~ 😳
😯 Bess Stop Flirtin Wit Darrell !!! 😕
Love and respect for a wild beast can be amazing and go against all the odds of being tamed
The beast within us all can be tamed with unconditional love
We may grow apart and set it taht some one free
but the love will forever be in the hearts
It took 2 men and a cub
to build a bond that was not forgotten
even while time matched on
You can find and follow this amazing journey that the 3 took from cub to adult this lion had his own cubs to watch but did not forget his love for the two who gave unconditionally to this magnificent beast of the jungle. Its under Christian the lion.
Dee :love: :love:
JO
Feared, respected, and powerful, Jo was lord of all that knew his jungle…
He was not lost, not left in the jungle as others had been. No his story was one beyond that, but to understand it you must know the story of his mother,
Tunga fell in love with her child, as she moved from place to place carrying him with her. The others looked on in pity, they knew what she refused to know. Small Kit was dead. With the smell of meat in the air Tunga moved forward silently letting her child lay in the leaves. Reba the female silverback too smelled the meat, though she didn’t like it there was a second sent she smelled.
The fire blazed high in the hut,, the smell of burning flesh strong in the air. And for Reba, the cry of a young one , her young one was gone, the great tiger Ank took him, she was glad he and Tunga had lost their child too. She stopped dead in the edge of the clearing,, as she stared at the skin of Ank hanging from a tree and flames all around the hut. The sound of cries made her enter the area of fire.
A snarl came from the shadows as Tunga stepped forward with a pale child in her teeth.
The child is mine!” Tunga growled. A flaming beam from above fell crashing on top of her and the child. To Tunga’s surprise the great Ape pulled the beam from her,,we raise him together, I will not attack your family, you will not affect mine.. Together he learned to run and jump like a tiger, and travel the jungle speaking to all the animals like the apes. He had two mothers both loving and nurturing and very demanding,, so yes he learned! He learned he owned the jungle.
Edgar Rice Burroughs wrote a story
a long time ago
About a boy raised in the jungle
the African Congo.
It tells of the animal in man
the humanity of the wild
of an orphan boy raised by animals
while just a small child.
A story of kindness and courage
between man and beast
of corporate greed entering the jungle
where he now policed.
I’ve read this story many times
since I was a little boy.
I watched him on the TV set
Saturdays were a joy.
There are many lessons to learn
messages in that book
About life and love and animals
if one were to look.
I learned that all animals
are likened unto man
they live and love and and bleed and cry
imagine that if you can.
How this story was written
is to write about what I am
I pray for peace for all God’s creatures,
Man, the lion, and the lamb.
Hey Brenda and Bump! It’s Wonderfully Wild Wednesday this Week! I know most of y’all already saw this because I just did it last week for the TAT about getting attention, but it fits this theme too well not to regurgitate it. Time now for my midnight banana feeding. Yikes that sounded sordid huh LOL
BTW our MIA friend Glenn did the Photoshopping on this pic about a year ago.
‘k folks. It’s almost midnight in my neck of the woods,so,I’m gonna get some shut eye. 🙂 Will be back between 9:00 am and 12:00 pm tomorrow. Till then,rest well,and,watch out for that(boink!) tree! 🙂
Here’s a Haiku and an Aknat (An Ukiah or reverse Haiku coupled with the second stanza of a Tanka, invented by Michelle K) I did when the Friday Fling had a safari theme back in the middle of the winter (brrr)
Hey Bump and Elfwing..this sure is a mighty fun blog!! I shall have to put something together for you…but in the meantime here’s a favorite of mine from way back….
My favorite part is when “…and they danced!”
Enjoy
Jon
Nitey Nite Alll Dont Let Da Jungle Bugs Or Snakes Bite !!!
Bee Back Inda Mornin Glorys & Dew Drops ~
As Dis Toads Gotta hop Onda Lily pad For Sum Much neeeded R&R
Its been Alooong Weeekend ~ Lots Of Lov ~ :love:
As Only AAA Tree Huggin & Horn Toad Can Giv ~
Alll you Nite owls Keep on Writin & Responding !!!
Surprise Meee… 😉
😀 this has been fun, night Y’all .
Daaaang Wher’d Everybuddy Gooo ??? 🙄
Sniff Sniff ??? 😯
III Tot III Washed Meee Pitts
& Butt Better dan Dat ??? 😕
Not to point a finger at anyone, it’s just that it’s been a crazy day and I haven’t got a poem yet, so I’m sending you this “Juicy Jungle Delicacy”…enjoy!
Jon
Swaning vine
A jungle, live it
as we grow sweet I admit
Esteem a blessing we all get
Oh how I love to handle it
hold on smooth
everyone of you
swing to heart… like a vine
love will free.. so divine
we hold no prisoners here
No bondage tears
We all encourage
Sweet quality and and courage
Your part of this jungle in part
You my desire…
ink with art
a gift a flight of doves
sincerity a blessing
and Love…
What Magic Jane can Do!
Flying through the jungle
Arses swinging in the air
Being able to provide….
Everything without a care!
Surviving in the Jungle.. Jane
Had it all……
Monkeys apes and Lions
Fed through jungles wall
Wondered how she did it
Figured she had magic
When we seen her tease’a
She had it all with her jungle visa!
You guys have a rocking blog!!! Hug’s and
Love MM :love: :love:
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Glad Everyone Stopped Byyy & Everything You Alll Added Tooo AAA funfilled Jungle Adventure ~
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Write More If You Like ~ Bump Willl Checkback In Th_ Mornin Tooo Make Sure Heee didnt Miss Anyone ~
Later Gators… g.T ~ Red Monkey ~ Bess ~ & Bump Out ~ 😉
‘k folks. It’s 2:54 June the2,so I’ll guess I’ll close this blog. 🙂 Sorry I couldn’t be here between 8:00 and 10:00. Had to go see a friend(in hospital)and then spend some time with folks here at home. This is a great blog,and I want to thank each and every one of you who came out,and who commented,who shared poems,and who shared videos. I love this blog,and I appreciate you all coming by and being a part of this. I want to thank bump for hosting with me-you did great. ‘k. Got to go. Be sure to go by Diane’s blog”The Thematic Attic”. She and her co-host(s) are awesome,and so are the themes that are presented on her blog. Peace folks,and till next time,have a good one. Hugs,Elfwing.
I just called to say…
I know that you think me insipid and cruel
and blocking you was was so second grade
I am calling to say that I was a fool
and now time is quick in fleeting away
I didn’t intend to so piss you off
with timing imperfect I know
your words did bleed my poor inbox
sent chills to rend my poor soul
Barefoot we were in porcelain shards
still at each others throats
dying the embers were not in the cards
indeed for now ’tis your mote
dismay at refusal to see it my way
turned phrases brought more of your hurt
apologies now and forever away
and me as the lord over dirt
I just called to show you that I
Have really now taken the piss
I’m sorry again and sorry goodbye
I’m sad that it ended like this.
The reason I’m calling is simple and clear
It’s not a thing whispered in jest
I love you and so sorry my dear
our friendship hath failed the test. ( es tut mir leid…)
Dustup 224 was here!