Maimuţa : “N-am nici o legătură cu omul!- Poezie
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.
autor: Florin Lăiu – www. tornafratre.blogspot.com


Ideea este intradevar, odioasa, pentruca:
1.Oricat ar fi decazut rasa umana, totusi poarta in ea Chipul lui Dumnezeu
2.Da apa la moara evolutionismului, vezi o intreaga serie de filme cu maimute care poarta razboaie si construiesc o civilizatie asemanatoare oamenilor
3.Chiar daca inima omului este intotdeauna pornita spre rau si Domnul Dumnezeu a hotarat sa stearga pe om de pe fata pamantului, totusi o ramasita a meritat Jertfa Suprema;Hristos nu a murit pentru maimute ci pentru omul pacatos , om cu mult mai valoros decat toate maimutele din lume
4.De dragul unei filozofii ieftine si hazlii inversam valorile si deschidem poarta darwinismului, poarta care si asa este foarte accesata de National Geografic , Animal planet si Discovery
Extraordinar talent artistic!
Respect parerea ta, zxcv, dar poezia asta este o parodie menita sa evidentieze nevoia noastra de rascumparare, care s-a realizat deja prin Domnul Isus. Pacatul a dat omului o fata monstruoasa, care, uneori, il coboara sub nivelul restului Creatiei prin felul in care se manifesta in cadrul ei. Animalele nu s-au intors impotriva Creatorului, omul insa, da! Cata vreme se situeaza in aceasta pozitie, este mai urat decat toate celelalte creatii…
La prima citire iti da impresia ca ar blama creatia , dupa chipul si asemanarea lui Dumnezeu.
Dar analizand mai atent mi-am dat seama ca autorul vrea sa condamne pacatul in care a cazut omenirea, o stare atat de decazuta pana acolo ca si maimuta se fereste sa faca parte din ea.
Frumoasa poezie.
foarte faina poezia:)))
Intr-adevar, foarte frumoasa si reusita poezie…:)…Be bless!
Draga Emanuel, de ce nu esti corect?
Ma tem ca poezia asta e mai batrana decat tine (presupunanad ca dupa 20 de ani, tinerii nu mai au asemenea „pretentii”.
Uite, propun sa fii iertat, cu conditia sa postezi numele adevaratului autor.
Este trecut numele autorului!
Stimate domn,
Autorul acestei poezii NU este florin Laiu.
El poate fi, cel mult traducatorul liberal al acestui poem din limba engleza,desi ma indoiesc si de acest lucru.
Pentru a nu mai exista dubii,va dau niste informatii care le puteti verifica pe net. exista si un cantec cu aceste versuri(monkey speaks his mind-dave Barthomew)
Daca Laiu isi atribuie acest poem ,a-i fie rusine!
„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.