Maimuţa : “N-am nici o legătură cu omul!” – Poezie

:=))) sa mai zica cineva ca OMUL SE TRAGE DIN MAIMUTZA …:))) FACEM DE RUSINE MAIMUTELE )) IMI PLACE POEZIA ,eu o stiam dar nu toata suuper

super…..nimic mai adevarat! tine-o tot asa Gaby!

Sunt deacord omul e ce-l mai periculos animal……….dar egoismul, dorinta de putere, o societate violenta. Aceste lucruri sunt preluate de la animale de oameni. Noi nu suntem descendentii maimutei nicic nu eu cred asta…dar nu uitati omul e cel mai periculos animal………si nu comentati pompos nu cred ca are nevoi de comentarii pompoase ci de un subiect de discutie…daca vrei sa imi raspunzi la provocare si oricine vrea sa ma provoace la o discutie pe tema omul si evolutia puteti sa intrati pe adresa de emai dark_seed_8873………..dar sa veniti cu intrebari inteligente nu imi pierdeti din timp multumesc anticipat

imi cer scuze pentru ortografie

imi cer scuze ca te contrazic dar si animalele au ajuns asa tot din cauza omului…daca omul
nu pacatuia nici ele nu ajungeau sa recurga la violenta pt a se hrani sau pt a avea un teritoriu …daca citim cum a fost lumea inainte de cadere nu vom vedea acolo vre o data ca s au ranit cumva animalele,deci tot omul e sursa violentei,sau ma rog e prea mult spus ”sursa” pt ca sursa raului nu e nimeni altul decat Satan
P.S foarte faina poezia ar fi bine sa o luam ca un sfat de la ”maimuta”si sa nu ne suparam

autorul poeziei, va rog

Gorba.. Autorul e scris la capatul articolului si sursa de asemenea… fa un efort si citeste pana la capat.

mmm, eu stiam ca autorul e Florin Laiu. Mai informati-va odata, o fac si eu, si sa vedem cine are dreptate. Ar fi nedrept sa-l vaduvim pe Laiu de ceva ce-i apartine, mai ales ca va e profesor si din cand in cand va mai citeste si blogul. Intrebati-l personal, va rog, pentru linistea mea sufleteasca.

Gorba, pentru linistea ta sufleteasca, poezia fr Florin Laiu a fost publicata de mult pe acest blog și este diferita de aceasta. O poti vedea aici http://alt-om.com/protestul-unei-maimute/

mai sa fie, ce asemanare. multumesc

Fiu de Dumnezeu

Cand din tarana mai facut
Si ai ales sa-mi dai un chip
M-ai facut asemeni Tie,
Duh de viata ai pus in mine
M-ai creat perfect asemeni Tie,
M-ai imbracat cu stralucire
Si-n fiecare zi ma bucuram cu Tine.
Dar, pentru o clipa, Tu Creatorul
Mi-ai incercat dragostea care-ti port
Si am ales sa fac rau, nu bine…
Dezbracat de slava am fost,
Si m-am vazut gol, lipsit de Tine
Ascuns de ochii Tai credeam ca sunt.
Tu m-ai strigat atunci pe nume:
-Unde esti, fiule?
-Aici sunt Creatorul meu Divin:
O, iarta-ma caci am gresit
…O liniste s-a lasat in lume…
Si-atunci am plas cu amar
Caci te-am tradat,
Eram iubita Ta faptura,
Creat in palmile-Ti Divine.
…Salvare am pentru tine…
Glasul Creatorului mi-a spus.
Si ai venit in lume, Cristosul meu iubit
Sa mori, sa fiu creat din nou in palmile-Ti cu sange
Creatorul meu, de azi, am sa-ti zic Tata
Caci un fiu pierdut am fost,
Dar m-ai primit din nou la Tine.

e super imi place
dar as mai vrea sa stiu unde gasesc versurile poeziei “pace sa-mi fi” si poeziei “victorie!”

imi pare rau… nu stiu

Amice, poezia asta îmi aparţine demult, întâmplarea face că circulă pe web în diferite variante, îmbogăţite pe principiul bulgărelui de zăpadă. Forma originală, nu neapărat perfectă, se găseşte la http://tornafratre.blogspot.com/2008/03/protestul-maimuelor.html . Trimite, rogu-te, şi lui Ms/Mr/Mrs A. Dumitru adresa cu varianta corectă. THANKS

[...] O dată o maimută din evul anecdotic, Venind la sfat pe creangă de arbore exotic, A zis: Atenţie! Sunt foarte ofensată… Circulă-n lume vorba, deloc adevarată, Că omul ar descinde din buna noastră rasă… Însăşi ideea asta imi pare odioasă… Aţi pomenit vreodata divorţuri printre noi, Copii lăsaţi pe drumuri sau imnuri de razboi? Cine-a vazut in hoarda la noi bolnavi mintali, Drogaţi, lacomi de cărnuri şi homosexuali, Escroci, bandiţi, gherile sau vreo tutungerie? În neamul nostru nobil nu vezi aşa prostie. Noi nu avem mafii crude în stirpea noastră aleasă, Nici terorişti, manele, nici luptele de clasă! Cât am batut eu jungle, scuzaţi, n-am observat În obştea de maimuţe, cocotier privat, Nici garduri şi nici paznici, nici pui murind de foame Sau omorâţi în taina de aşa-zise “mame”… Nu veţi vedea vreodata cat soarele si luna O minte de maimută dospind in ea minciuna! Chiar de aş fi silită de vreun laborator, N-aş deveni port-bâtă şi nici informator. Şi iată încă una din lumea cea de jos: La noi nu se întâlneste razboi religios Nici “sfinte inchizitii”, nici libertate-n lanţuri, Nici chefuri după care să ne culcăm în şanţuri Şi nici o îndoiala ce duce la ateism, Nici ordini materiale, nici materialism… E adevărat ca omul a coborât ca soi, Dar să fim rezonabili: n-a coborât din noi. sursa poezie: alt-om.com [...]

adevarat grieste

Autorul poeziei NU este Florin Laiu.
Judecati si DVS din textul de mai jos,pe care i l-am scris si lui Florin Laiu .Oricine poate face cate variante vrea,nu apartine nimic lui Laiu.Nu am scris versuri in viata mea,dar iubesc poezia si adevarul
Foarte tare m-am suparat cand am vazut acest text scris de domnul Laiu:
“Din nefericire, poezia aceasta, pe care am scris-o acum aproape 20 de ani, a fost pusă în circulaţie de unii fără menţionarea autorului, apoi a fost modificată şi difuzată pe internet în variante mai mult sau mai puţin kitsch-oase, de care unii chiar şi-au ataşat numele ca „autori”. Ceea ce mai rămâne de făcut acum este ca vreunul din aceşti băieţi îndrăzneţi să mă dea în judecată că le-am furat capodopera. Poezia a fost publicată cu aproximativ 20 de ani în urmă în Curierul Adventist, şi este prima din albumul meu Stihuri de altădată, Cernica: Editura GRAPHE, Colecţia Ştraif, 2004).”

“ideea ati furat-o.
cel putin ultimele versuri le-ati copiat cuvant cu cuvant
este doar o traducere mai liberala,dezvoltata.
Nu aveam de unde sa stiu?stiu multe despre Monkey disgrace The monkey speaks his mind – dave bartholomew etc. pe asta ati mizat? ca 20 de ani nu se va sti nimic? Ati furat ,domnule ,si ati primit laudele cu nesimtire. Ba ati si bestelit pe niste persoane care au impanzit netul cu alte variante,nu ale poeziei dumneavoastra,ci a poeziei originale.
Halal caracter pentru un profesor la Institutul Teologic.Vreti sa traduceti Biblia?”

The Monkeys Disgrace
A friend sent me this poem, which seems a complement to Uncivilized, by Edmund Vance Cooke (1866-1932). I first heard Uncivilized at a CGO meeting in Alburquerque perhaps 5 or 7 years ago, when Everett Gross recited it from memory. The third verse of this one seems to me to be a direct reference to Uncivilized.

The Monkeys Disgrace

Three monkeys sat in a coconut tree
Discussing things as they’re said to be.
Said one to another, “Now listen, you two,
There’s a certain rumor that cannot be true,
That man descends from our noble race -
The very idea is a disgrace.

No monkey ever deserted his wife,
Starved her babies and ruined her life;
And you’ve never known a mother monk
To leave her babies with others to bunk,
Or pass them on from one to another
Til they scarcely know who is their mother.

And another thing you’ll never see -
A monk build a fence around a coconut tree
And let the coconuts go to waste,
Forbidding all other monks to taste.
Why, if I put a fence around this tree,
Starvation would force you to steal from me.

Here’s another thing a monk won’t do -
Go out at night and get on a stew,
Or use a gun or club or knife
To take some other monkey’s life;

Yes, Man Descended – That ornery cuss -
But, brother, he didn’t descend from us!”

– anonymous

Uncivilized begins,

An ancient ape, once on a time,
Disliked exceedingly to climb,
And so he picked him out a tree
And said, “Now this belongs to me.
I have a hunch that monks are mutts
And I can make them gather nuts
And bring the bulk of them to me,
By claiming title to this tree.”

[read the entire poem here]

One source attributes The Monkeys Disgrace poem to Nettie Bates Thomas, another to Ogden Nash. Yet another compares it to a 1950s Broadway show tune, which you can hear here.

But I’ve also found a lot of other attributions for it, some which date it back to within Cooke’s lifetime:

There is a Dear Abby column which reads as follows: Tri-City Herald, Thursday, July 30, 1987

DEAR ABBY: I see by your column in The Cleveland Plain Dealer that you are trying to find the author of the poem titled The Monkey’s Disgrace. I was stationed in North Africa with the U.S. Army in 1943 and 1944, and I saved the clipping (enclosed) from the Stars and Stripes (a paper published for the armed forces in the European theater). As you can see, the original title of this poem is Man Descended and the author is Pvt. Edwin R. Pauley. Glad to be of help. — Walter S. Zaborowski, Maple Heights, Ohio.

DEAR ABBY: I am happy to inform you that the author of the poem you printed in The Times-Picayune is none other than Fats Domino’s bandleader, arranger and trumpet player — Dave Bartholomew. You had the title wrong, however. The actual title is The Monkey Speaks His Mind. — Jim Peddecord, New Orleans.

DEAR ABBY: The Monkey’s Disgrace, published in The Daily Ardmoreite, was written by Phil Kerr. He wrote humorous poems comparing man to animals. He wrote a clever one about a gum-chewing man and a cud-chewing cow. — Phyllis Smee, Ardmore, Okla.

DEAR ABBY: I read you daily in The Punxatawney Spirit. I’ve kept a copy of that poem, A Monkey’s Disgrace, for years. It was written by Richard Rotor. — Mrs. Charles S. Smith, Punxatawney, PA.

DEAR ABBY: Re The Monkey’s Disgrace: I can’t help you — but a similar message was carried in the lyrics by Y. A. Harburg in Harold Arlen’s “Monkey in the Mango.” It was featured in the Broadway musical “Jamaica” in about 1957. — C. Gayle Warnock, Scottsdale, Ariz.

DEAR ABBY: The author of that poem about the monkeys was Gene Racey of Pulaski, Iowa. He operated a lumberyard for many years. On one occasion, Gene was a passenger in our car with three other men. Someone mentioned that poem, The Monkey’s Disgrace, and we all agreed it spoke the truth. The author was supposedly unknown. After a chuckle, Gene said, “I wrote that poem. I never claimed it because I didn’t want public recognition.” Gene Racey is now diseased, but another mutual friend still recalls Gene’s fun in revealing that he was the author. — The Rev. H. E. Harryman, Douds, Iowa.

DEAR ABBY: Do you want to know who wrote The Monkey’s Disgrace? It was James Whitcomb Riley. — Terry and Maureen
DEAR ABBY: The Omaha World Herald carried your column in which “John H. of Muncie, Ind.” asked who wrote the poem A Monkey’s Disgrace.

I have the poem, but it carried the title “The Monkey’s Viewpoint,” and the author is Bill Johnson. — Mrs. Paul Haws, Omaha, Neb.

DEAR ABBY: My ex-son-in-law told me that one night he and a bunch of his buddies were sitting around in Vietnam when one of the guys made up the first few lines, then another soldier added a few more, and before they knew it the entire poem about the monkey’s disgrace was put together. They called itThe Unknown Soldier’s Poem, because several soldiers made it up. — Ex-mother-in-law, Chippewa Falls, Wis.

DEAR ABBY: The Monkey’s Disgrace, published in the Oregonian, has been in my file for about 35 years. The author is Vera Bender. –Clara Peyrollaz, Carson, Wash.
and, in the St. Petersburg Times, October 17, 1987, appears this:

DEAR Abby: After reading “The Monkey’s Disgrace,” I felt I should tell you that I’ve had that poem since I was 10 years old. (I am now 80.) I am sending you two more amusing poems I have had for at least 70 years. You may want to share them with your readers. — Bertha D. Goff, Coldwater, Mich.

at http://www.rampbbs.net/monkeyinfo.htm, it is attributed:

The author of this poem is Gilliam S. Weaver. His symbol was 20 years behind the 8 ball which referred to prison time he served for armed robbery. He was caught inside an armored car with a gun in his possession. I met him in Bunker Hill Indiana in the cold winter of about 67. He was hitch hiking to a priest friend in Florida where he often wintered. His stories were so interesting that I took him home for lunch and later to the Kokomo city shelter near where I lived. He gave me a hand written copy of that poem as a means of saying thank you. He said that he had written that copy the previous night while he was in the Peru, IN jail for vagrancy. He said that they had picked him up the night before after they had served supper and released him the next morning before the served him breakfast.

He was an older man when I met him and I remember seeing him on the old Art Linkletter TV show telling the same stories. We even wrote to the priest in Florida to see if he ever made the trip safely, but never got an answer.

I’ve always remembered the poem and have always seen it as author unknown. Maybe we can put a name to that poem at last. His stories seemed believable to me, but who knows.

William R. Milligan

In any case, I encourage you to read it side by side with Uncivilized, and see what you think.

foate buna pozia