Crazy-Monkey's Song

The Title speaks for itself.

December night, the hour's late
Thinking of words, seal my fate
Rules can bend, rules can break
Memories frown, for goodness sake
Head in my hands, thought I'd hold
Then you appeared, a story told
"No rules for monkeys, just be free"
My Handsome-Monkey, that's me

Oh, Mama Bear, you turn me on
Writing 'til the early dawn
Thought it was hard, this poem's start
But you just showed me the freedom in my heart
"My Handsome-Monkey," yeah that's the line
This feeling's good, this rhythm's mine
This poem's gonna be a hit, you see
And now my truest words can finally soar

Used to write, didn't know if it's right
Shared with a friend, in pale moonlight
"This is beautiful," she did say
Showed me poetry, come what may
Surprised the most, that one was me
A poet for years, wild and free
Rhyme has history, delivery's fine
But family's the flow that truly shines

Oh, Mama Bear, you turn me on
Writing 'til the early dawn
Thought it was hard, this poem's start
But your own spirit showed me where to start
"My Handsome-Monkey," yeah that's the line
This feeling's good, this rhythm's mine
This poem's gonna be a hit, you see
You showed me how my own path I could pave

Just wanna escape, my restless mind
Friends said simple, the easiest kind
Now even my boy, just seven years old Says,
"Dad, that's beautiful," a story unfolds
Symmetry, perfect rhyme they chase
But imagery's got its own sweet grace
No form is bad, if you understand
Relate to it somehow, across the land

Growing up wild, breaking the mold
Mama tried, but my story's bold
Papa got mad, ran out of ways
This monkey made his hormones blaze
"When you gonna learn?" he'd often say
"When your head stops shining bright today!"
Brothers with soccer, Ronaldo's strange hair
Iron Mike Tyson, I just didn't care
Fights we would have, all on my own
This wild heart, a seed that's grown

Oh, Mama Bear, you turn me on
Writing 'til the early dawn
Thought it was hard, this poem's start
But your acceptance lets my true self be born
"My Handsome-Monkey," yeah that's the line
This feeling's good, this rhythm's mine
This poem's gonna be a hit, you see
With your warm heart, the real me I could save

Now in my thirties, thank the sky
Taught me to obey, way up high
Sexy wife, we dance and play
Calling her "Mama Bear" every day
Got a son, we run and we roam
After we drive her crazy back home
Writing's my fun, escape my mind
These rules again, I leave behind.

Written on
03/12/2024
final edit
11/06/2025

*Notes to the reader
This poem, "Handsome-Monkey's Song" is a lyrical reimagining of an earlier work of mine, originally titled "Handsome Monkey." That first, lengthier version was a favorite among my friends who encouraged me to revisit and rename it "The Monkey's Ink Spill" (which you can find in my portfolio!).

For this piece, I had the pleasure of collaborating with two wonderful friends. After a few weeks of their persistent encouragement, I decided to dive in, and this poem is the joyful result of that collaboration.

So, a shout-out to my two friends, who reminded this monkey-poet that even wild hearts sometimes need a little gentle nudge to fly.