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Creature In The Night

Where cold stars exist in the dark,
serene winds whisper to trees
and scarce human ears can listen,
lone songs wail in the distance
in frozen moon's silver spotlight,
a mark left where paws had paused.

Written by: Kelly Deschler. January 16th, 2015

Inspired by creature #3 Coyote

nette onclaud's contest - NIGHT CREATURES

This poem was also inspired by actual events. A few weeks ago, I discovered 
some large animal paw prints that were left in the snow, near my home. I later
found out that the tracks were made by a wolf.

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Whilst walking through the woods

Whilst walking through the woods one day
A crystal brook there, shone so gay
The sun was shining oh' so bright
As brook reflected all it's light

Buzzing insects all around
Oh' they made a delightful sound
Birds flew upwards to the sky
These parrots made a hue and cry

Carpet of flowers with lovely scent
It seemed this morn way heaven sent
The flowers opened to the sun
This walk for me was so much fun

Sheep bleated from far away
Oh it was such a lovely day

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The Hunter's Children Cry

He walked amid the woodlands muted morn.
The scents of earth were wafting on the breeze.
For dawn had moistened yet another day.
And silence dripped beneath the autumn trees.

A rustle in dry leaves, he caught a glimpse.
His gun caressed the warmth of flannel sleeves.
The silent hunter, stalking, tiptoed near.
A golden-red meandered through the leaves.

The sun began to rise above the knoll.
It shone upon dark eyes; the gun rose high.
The pheasant flickered leaves; then, heard a crunch.
He recognized the scent; the man walked nigh.

Red feathers, brightly accented with gold,
Were ruffled as he took his fighting pose.
The cockerel next to man had no defense.
So, high above the trees the pheasant rose!

His hungry children waited back at home.
He rushed along the trail up to the crest.
The pheasant lost from view; his stomach growled.
The hunter and his gun had done their best.

At noon, the hunter rested on a log.
The water in his canteen, nearly dry,
No morsel did he eat as day grew long.
The stealthy man could hear his children’s cry.

December 1, 2014

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Structured forms - Iambic verse - Sketch a fictitious character - (Top Gun Poetry) - Poetry Contest
Sponsor	Giorgio A. V.

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Frozen in Crystalline---Number 3

Frozen in his tracks, a white tail deer hesitates to crack the gilded grass
_________________________________ 11/21/14

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She-Tiger patiently watches,
 In shadows,
Dark concealing realm,
Green eyes pierce nights,
 Blackening shroud.
Ever weary, seeking motions,
Beware the bush itself seems,
 To come alive,
Beneath moonlights twilight mists,
Heavy foot steps cautiously,
Traveling along a carnalistic path,
Deaths servant stalks it's prey.
Revealing raw natures twisted fate,
In her flashing gaze, ageless,
 Wisdom lies,
This huntress most majestic.
Sleek jungle mistress, fearlessly,
Forgotten trails cutting,
 Edges unyielding,
Patrolling vast wilderness.
Drink deeply clear waters purity,
No other creature dares,
 Come near thee.
Forests chameleon, hidden,
Amongst bamboo thickets.
Camouflages golden blends,
 Are parted,
By divisions striped bands.
Feeding legacies future brood.
Crowns glorious jewels,
 Young cubs at play,
Learning life’s lessons to be,
Remembered someday.
Rough dull stones at first,
Finely polished y age,
One day they'll sparkle,
Under sunshine's rays.
Royalties queen, stands tall,
Upon prides rock,
Surveying an evergreen,


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As I walk through the forest
I hear the silence of the wood
Nature is at contest
Where beasts once stood

The wind rustling the trees
Shaking to the ground
Earth creeping with weeds
Smell nature all around

Creatures climbing high
Beasts burrowing deep
No birds in the sky
Cause nature to weep

As the one on two arrives
And takes nature in threes
Those on four will not survive
Save the five he never sees

This new beast that comes
And ploughs the land
Nature come undone
By this one hand

All the animals they scatter
To lands far and wide
As nature begins to shatter
Turn, to run and hide

Blood spills over the earth
From this hand that strikes
Against nature's last birth
The cry that fills the nights

As the earth turns to mud
I hear the silence of death
With a resounding thud
Nature takes it's last breath

As man turns and walks away
His unholy quest now done
Head hung low in dismay
For now in nature there is none

Falling to his knees
Precious air has gone
Along with the trees
Natures vengeance is long

Too late does man learn
That nature holds all
These things that he yearns
And by ignorance he'd fall

His body by earth reclaimed
To bring about new life
Man's name once shamed
Nature, reborn without strife

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Wolf And Owl Take Shape

            Wolf And Owl Take Shape

Smoke and red cinders rise together in retrograde simplicity
On counter rotation, winds sing through birch and oak 
Marbled moon remains sour yellow through the ecliptic edge
Cryptic night, where owl and wolf find warmth and cover
Nestled in the coarse blanket warn by Tabitha, the young one 
Her tribe sleeps through winter
She holds them in her mystic spell, mild heart and smile
They breathe cold mist together in history hallows
Unfolding cold reveals their open eyes
Reaching out into the distance as wolf howls
Unknown mysteries of life feel their kinship
Heaven opens up to them crisp on the fire light   
Wolf moves his wool but only slightly in a twitch
Owl takes flight, returns alarmed
Back to the blanket and young girls arms
It rests with comfort feathers by her heart
Wolf and owl take shape, Tabitha smiles
They all take one long last breath and hold it in
Wait till spring to release it again below the mystic stars

10/17/14 Free Verse, Prose Poetry, haibun – Poetry Contest

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Woody Creek

The cool wind blows through the trees on the darkest of nights. The bullfrog’s throaty call echoes across the still lake. The smell of the ferns and rich green pines. Old familiar voices and the crackling of the bonfire that was long ago extinguished. Here in this wilderness, roamed by bear and deer, mountain lion and a writer.

Details | Light Poetry | |

The Deep Forest

                                You need to go far, farther, even farther
                                     Over small streams and tracks
                    The moon is distant, but can be glimpsed through the trees
                               A moose lifts his head, a beautiful antlers
                                               King of the forest
                                     Can smell the forest and wildlife
                                       The fox howling at the moon
                                              Echoes in the woods
                                           Two yellow glowing eyes
                                It is the owl which are on the night watch
                                     Hope that all mice are safely home
                                  The moon disappears behind the clouds
                                      Darkness falls, deep into the forest

A-L  Andresen :)

(5th in the contest)

Details | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 

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Guardian Of The Environment - Indigenous Peoples

For several thousands of years
you upheld the sacredness of Nature
avoiding wanton destruction 
of plant and animal life
taking only what you needed
since their sacredness was 
just as important to you
as the sacredness of humanity

When harvesting wild rice for food
you let some fall into the water
to produce crops for the future
Surrounding a pack of wild sheep
while hunting in the mountains
you let a male and female escape
so by their reproductive process
they would ensure the
continuation of their species

You saw yourself as part of Nature
living in harmony with it
and not plundering it with greed
Your religion was to respect Nature
viewing all plants and animals
as parts of its magnificent fabric
Abuse of a part of it was
an abuse of the whole

Your way of life 
provides valuable lessons
that can teach mankind how 
to deal with today's ecological crisis
that threatens the survival 
of all life on the planet
You were the genuine
Guardian of the Environment

I have always admired the way of life of the Native American Indians living in harmony with Nature before the advent of the Europeans. By extension, this applies to all indigenous peoples including the Amerindians and Polynesians. This piece is dedicated to them. 

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My Rhetoric muse

Standing in my home’s backyard, I gazed at the skies
Nothing comes to my muse’s sight but two staring eyes
It swapped the branches of a tree by a daredevil jump
Whirling, twirling, passing in the air getting the hump.

Through the summer on the tall tree bare and brown
See how brown leaves are flickering, fluttering down
This squirrel, my poetry, bobbing from eyes so bright
Busy now hunting for nuts to hoard with all her might

In an old nest of crow or in a hole where day by day
Nut by nut for her winter stock explores stores away
So that when winter sets in with its cold and storm
She would sleep all curled up, all snug and all warm.

She looks again and to make sure after storing there
So she could remember, she hid the treasure where. 


Dr. Ram Mehta

Contest: make me feel you

Details | Free verse | |


Lady liberty, hold your flame light high, 
Beware the path thy cross, in the wild undiscovered
Wilderness of the U.S.A.
For it is here a fierce native predator,  
Stalks the rocky ranges bad lands,
Behold the American mountain lion.
Known as the cougar.
Nature's solitary soldier, walks with
Silences stealth and predatory cunning.
Beneath the thickets underbrush,
The beast does savor, upon his preys weakness,
And relishes the hunt of engagement.
Secretive creature, an apex hunter,
Wearily observing, his natural habitats
Surroundings, this king
Survives by tooth and claw alone.
Once hunted to the brink of extinction,
At the hands of mankind, and greed's bounty.
Nobility's instinctual majesty, has reclaimed
His mighty throne, on the cliff tops high.
The cougar, represents a come backs promise,
We as American's shall leave none of our
Own behind, has recovered and announces
His arrival with a mighty roar.
In the heights forbidden realm, the big horn sheep,
Smacks his antlers against his reveling foe, 
It's soundings echo is heard for miles,
Abreast the whitening fallen snow,
But the great feline lord, has now returned,
To his ancestral territory, a shadow flash,
Of golden brown, a royal phantom to 
The art of war, clashing with basic instincts
Desire to survive.
Behold the pride stands tall, upon the
Red bands of freedom, nay liberation’s
Symbol soars above the lion's den,
Beneath the night's sky shines with
Old glory's stars hanging in beauty's favor,
We honor him, this the great American lion,
The Cougar.


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By ears and whiskers, ain't no more
A sadder thing that being in the dog house,
On a rainy day.
Make no bones about it, when momma's
Mad I'm hanging my head low.
Jo dirt has nothing on how bad this hound feels,
But honestly instincts roller, over road wisdom's,
Howling, but I'd mean it dearest sweet mommy.
With woofs and kisses can I  make it all better,
It's lonely on this side of the doorway.
With you out there and me in here.
Kibbles my bits I'd give up my
 Monthly allotment,
Of bacon bits for a true heart felt,
That a good boy one more time. 
If I could I'd bring you a beer,
Just to see that frown disappear.
Perking these two ears up to here,
Your laughter ring out at bed time.
Or a soft whispers friendly voice, speaking
Good night dear old friend.
All four paws down I won't do it again,
Cross this canine's fury little heart.
But the rain keeps falling,
As outside the sunshine is calling,
Our names to be together,
There's no tears like these rainy days.
So I'll sit patiently,
For the sun to rise again in your heart,
When ever that maybe,
Because simply put I'm loyalties pup,
Just waiting for you to bring me 
On the right side of 
The door once more.
To sit beside thee again.
A companion and dearest friend,
Always letting the sun to shine down
On us forever more.


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Uplifting morn by the lake

Uplifting morn by the lake

As I sit here beside Lake Joondalup
With silent morn as yet not woken up
Green parrots sing from gnarled old wetland trees
As leaves they dance and whirl on the morning breeze.

A tiger snake he comes, a swimming by
As gulls they screech and fly into the sky
Two kangaroos, so big, and strong, and grey
They seem so happy on this perfect day

The air is filled with so much mystery
I sit and watch filled with serenity
As the sun peeps through the clouds there in the sky
From its orange hue, I hear a raven cry.

As Morning silence Fill’s my very soul
The dawn, arrives and make’s me feel so whole.

30 June 2014 @ 1432hrs.

For Elly's Sonnet contest.

Details | Free verse | |

Shell of a Nomad

I wanted to be alone tonight,
to shuffle my thoughts in the ocean's breeze,
when the sun sets sail, with the lights going out
While I search the sky, in my solitude 
and ponder my  place in the scheme of things...

I wonder again, how I fit within...
How the dreams I dream, and my many wiles,
fit into the human chain

In my lone meditation, there rises a sigh
with a windswept aria, reaching my ears......
while one turtle I had noticed, is unmooring itself, 
heading back to the ocean, without hesitation
not asking for much, not even for reason why

I watch him slowly swagger along,  no rush to marry a shell with the sea 
And envy how strong the urge can be, knowing his place in the throng
His cares are so few, and with years to go, such tenacity captures me

I wanted tonight,  to be alone with thoughts, alone to doubt
alone with my questions, and alone with my fears
To hover in the shell, in the cave of my tears 
To ponder my place here among the stars.....
Of time and space,  the archaic shores

Unmooring myself, across the sands
If the turtle can see it, then I'm not alone
in this span of a life, there is a journey long...
a destiny that the nomad just knows

7/28/14  For Cyndi's Contest: "Turtles"

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Seven Pigeons

~*~ Seven pigeons, sitting in the snow Upon a street sign, trembling And the snow is falling As if, on cue they fly on snowy wings Circling the city buildings Till a safe ledge is found Beautiful, they smooth their heavy feathers Sitting quiet in the cold As snowflakes drift below I wish, my own weary heart could fly And as winter blows and roars I could but fold my wings O, could I fly, like seven pigeons And close my eyes to winter And the snow is falling ~*~ February 16, 2013 Kimo x 5

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Songbirds loose small chirps,
Tiny enough to slip through
Momentary rain.

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My Poetic Prose

My Poetic Prose Standing in my home’s backyard, gazed at the skies No poetic prose jumped out, but two staring eyes It swapped the branches of a tree by a daredevil jump Whirling, twirling, passing in mid air, getting the hump. All the summer on the tall tree bare and brown See how the brown leaves are fluttering down This squirrel, my poetry, bobbing from eyes so bright Busy now hunting for nuts to hoard with all her might In an old nest of crow or pie in a hole where day by day Nut by nut for her winter store explores stores away So that when winter comes with its cold and storm She will sleep all curled up all snug and all warm. She looks and again and again after storing there So she could remember, she hid the treasure where.
=================================== Date: 8-12-13 Dr. Ram Mehta Fifth Place win Contest: Put Your Best Rhyme Forward by Just That Archaic Poet

Details | Dizain | |

Rising Sun

Observe how the ants labor without a peep;
Note the fine artistry of the spider's web-spinning;
Who will wake the bear from his long winter sleep?
Stand in awe of the hummingbird flapping its wings;
Listen to the lovely melody the songbirds sing;
Watch the majestic hawks leave their nests and soar;
Bask in the rising sun's heat at the ocean shore.
An invitation into God's presence  
comes from the sun, the creatures, and much more.
All of His creation emits His essence.

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Oh matchless our delight does never end
ceaseless variety of kingdom you defend
unending the exploration of the world around
photography of new discovery found

Within the caves growth of limestone formations
lattice work and crystal chandelier creations
eons of history where water carries matter
to build visions new and particles to scatter

Exquisite designs to view above and below
daily something unknown has made it’s show
rainforests beset with capacious greenery
extensive with volumne the expanse of scenary

We confine ourselves to the walls of city
and alienate ourselves to all that is pretty
though we hail the lives of those who explore
who search the heavens and of earths floor

Infinite the knowledge the origin of planet
diversity of species of gems and stones granite
consider the growth and composition of stone
movement of water and pressure them hone

All know that many gems are formed under pressure
and human character like tested with measure
Like jewels are cut to ornament the treasure
God molds each and everyone to his pleasure

Hail I do men that fathom grotto’s and caves
like ancient seamen went skimming the waves
courage required here tis for no knaves
those who travel here are only the braves

Boldly do men survey the planets secrets
forge the trails and navigate the seaships
track and map untamable habitats
where creatures thrive on sulfur but we collapse

In darkened caverns their ever present night
there do dwell creatures with self contained light
each creature for it’s environments design is right
diverse the living things concealed from our sight

Scarcely tapped fathomless in it’s diversity
what could one discover if occupy eternity
all those who become Gods Sons possess the ages
not constrained by death or times gauges

sources Genesis Job Psalms and science

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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A Squirrel Cried

A Squirrel Cried

I heard outside a mournful sound
I went outside to look around
A squirrel cried for heaven’s sake
Cried as if he heart did break
A from the corner of my eye
I saw a pair of wings fly by
Wings that took off for the trees
I saw at once the squirrel freeze
I ran to see where it had flown
A nearby tree on the golf course zone
And when I got under that tree
A great big hawk looked down at me
Then once again the bird set sail
Within his grasp, a squirrel’s tail
And I too then got glassy eyed
For I knew why the squirrel cried

true story - happened in my backyard yesterday morning.  the squirrel continued to cry for about 30 minutes.  I think it was a young squirrel that lost its mother.

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Bull Moose

              Bull Moose
I was sitting on a rock out near Cripple Creek
Panties at my ankles, I had to take a leak
He sauntered out beneath a tree
Stopped and simply looked at me
Old grey legs, a lengthy beard
Eight foot tall he had appeared
Shoulder, hump and head held high
Antlers reaching to the sky
No pack of wolves, no big bad bear
This guy attacked, they wouldn’t dare
For with his rack and slashing hooves
This forest beast had deadly moves
But getting back to what I did
Wet panties up my legs I slid
Off the rock so quick I ran
Friends all giving me a hand
I laughed and cried once in the car
This memory a lasting scar
For friends told friends and they told friends
And round and round it never ends
So if you’re up on Cripple Creek
And find yourself a need to leak
Leak with caution - be aware
This old Bull Moose still lives up there

Uncle Mike

True story I believe.  There was a picture of a moose on facebook along with a description of its size and actions.  One comment was from a female friend of the poster about her encounter.  I put the two together as a poem.

Details | Haiku | |

Leopards -Rhyming Haiku-

Sneak up on their prey very silent and deadly don't get in their way. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.12/2015

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Once Upon a Forest Walk

The forest is cool, inviting.  I look for small wildflowers in lush grasses growing beneath the trees.  Sunlight streams in shafts
and there is birdsong, birdsong and delicate ferns on gentle banks.

Soon, I see a pathway that winds beside a clear stream.  The roots
from the trees reach toward the water etching deep ruts .
Large rocks decorate the edges -mark the curves that beckon
beckon me to follow on.

A large puddle appears, blocking the path. I take off my shoes and paddle through enjoying the squishy mud.

Suddenly, a bear - I STOP, 
watch it foraging for berries.  With caution,
 I back, silently away to let it follow the terrain
 onward to its cave and hibernation.

Something sparkles on the ground - I stoop- pick it up.
 It is a long key with a open circled end. I put it in my pocket
thinking it will make an interesting ornament.

At the end of the path, I find a rustic cottage with
 high garden gates, banks of rhododendrons. 
A secluded hideaway.
There is neatness, order to the whole scene.
 smoke rises from a chimney 
into clouds overhead.

I pull out the key. It sparkles temptingly.

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Peace of Nature

Peace of nature shows
how relaxing life can be
and can show you truth 

Details | Sijo | |

Temple of Life

Water, gently filling a bamboo to the brim before snapping,
scared deer running in the right direction, to the hunter,
how many young ones are orphaned in this bloody hunting?

Lily, Temple of Life, 5/2/2014
Syllables count:  16 - 14 - 14

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The Shepherd

The shepherd guides with loving hands
The shivering flock toward the lands.
Where light and pond and larks and spring
And buds and trees and birds fluttering.

Would charm the morn in sultry grace
Where blushing dews has found its place.
For beyond that verdant distant course 
He swiftly saunters for a morning pause.

Where gladsome notes would greet the day
And doves would kiss the mountain spray.
Cautious the shepherd outspreads his fold
To graze the fields thats warm and gold.

But nearer one draws to the gothic woods
Where the ancient haunting echoe floods.
Where the humming trees as one aspire
To touch the skies that holds pure fire.

But fearsome a beast creeps ever so near
When fields stands mute in the sober air.
All the while the sherperd aims up close
To protect the ones he holds dear most.

Then he swiftly treads to fetch the lamb
To hold it close,away from all harm.
Then gently he rest in dancing flowers
By the cystal creeks in the idle hours.

Where butterflies,bees and lingering hues
Turtle doves,crickets and silvery dews.
Would renew his smile thats chased away
In the graceful harmony of summer's day.

But when the drowsy sun softly dies
And the moon is written on the skies
He gathers his tender flocks that roam
To guide away to a place called home.

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The fox

The Fox.

The fox he bounced up to the toad
As everything around him glowed
He took her hand so tenderly
And said "hey sing this song with me"

The elephant told the kangaroo
“No matter what you say or do
You've got to have this dance with me”
And hummed a little melody.

They danced and danced
The whole night through
And really had a great to do
As their time they filled so merrily
All crazy, wild, and fancy free

The chimpanzee said to the clown
As he tapped his toes upon the ground
“Come laugh with me and have some fun
Let's dance and sing, hey everyone”.

The bear he laughed to see them all
As he drank some juice to keep him cool
Then he joined in all the carry on
As they played and danced the whole day long.

Peace, Socrares 1996

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Take Over

For weeks now the two young males had been watching,
waiting for their opportunity and now it was time.
They were now strong enough to take over the pride.
Signalling his intent to his brother Moto stood up
and started forward with Javier following behind.
As the reached the pride a battle royal ensued
The lionesses desperate to drive them off knowing
if they succeeded vast changes would occur.

Far in the distance Soto heard the roars and growls
as the take over ensued and rushed to protect them.
The fight was long and hard with some fatalities.
Soto received wounds that would take months to heal
as he was banished by the brothers, his life now as an outcast.
Luckily for him Zanidar joined him with her cubs of nearly a year old
She and they would  keep him fed as he slowly healed.

Back at the pride the brothers set about their gruesome task
all the cubs were hunted down and killed without mercy.
Now the lionesses would soon be ready to mate again 
and it would be their blood that the offspring would bear
perpetuating their line and increasing the size of the pride.

Life in the African Savannah was always cruel and hard
the brothers would face many challengers in their time.
Food always an issue once the migrating herds moved on.
Now a time of little the pride suffered and grew weaker.
The only saving grace was the buffalo not without their risks.
Valiant fighters who protected each other forming a ringed barrier
around the more vulnerable, ready to fight to the death.

With very young cubs the lionesses needed food to feed them
and desperation drove them on, finally they made a good kill
none would go hungry for a few days. In the distance the clouds
gathered rain falling far up country at last reaching them and
with the rain the vast herds once more returned and life teemed.

Now was a time of plenty and the pride recovered their health.
For seven years the brothers ruled supreme yet in the background
there were many waiting their own time. Two males in particular
Janto and Batso sons of Soto watched and waited eager to take over
until at last it was their time and turn to roust the pride males.
And so the never ending cycle started again until the next time.

Details | Etheree | |

Farm Walk

Looking out the barn door in our back yard
I watched a deer run through our cow field,
acting like cow pies were mine fields.
He appeared not to like cows
and seemed to plug his nose
by lifting fat lips
to block nostrils
from smelling
to much
seemed too
for this fine beast.
He kept on running
lips flapping in the air
making funny bubbly sounds,
purposely or not, I'm not sure
But one thing I do know for certain.
This was the strangest deer I've ever seen.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
For Shadow Hamilton's Contest
Double Reverse Etheree

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Wise Old Owl

Perched upon my window seal while looking up at the moon
I was listening for the night bird's song when an welcoming
"Who", echoed across my room.

Hello Wise Old Owl, with your bright eyes and gentle call.
Tell me how to achieve such wisdom sitting in the trees
that stands so tall.

He turned his head and again he gave a "Who".
You, I said, Your the one I am talking to.
Don't you have any words of wisdom for the one
sitting in your presence and talking to you?

Another "Who" danced into the air and just then I realized
why he didn't share. It wasn't because he didn't care.
He is the keeper of knowledge in the forest place and he
charmingly protects the animals from the human race.

I understood his wisdom and questioned him no more,
and wished the Wise Old Owl a goodnight before closing
the window and heading to bed, across my creaky floor.

Details | Ode | |

From the Amorous Shepherd to His Flock: a Parody of Lord Byron's ''She walks in beauty''

THEY graze in beauty on the land
     of grassy glades and dewy dales,
and all that's best of dark and tanned
     meets in their aspect and their tails;
thus mellowed to that tender hand
     which Shepherd to gentle glen compels.

One fleece the more, one hair the less,
     had half repaired the shearless grace
which wreathes in every woolen tress
     or darkly tightens o'er their face,
where mouths serenely sweet express
     how pure, how dear their grazing-place.

And on that rump and o'er that round
     so strong, so firm, yet elegant,
the baas that win, the hooves that bound,
     but tell of days in meadows spent—
a flock at peace with all around,
     a drove whose milk is innocent.

01/26/2014, "First Poem On Soup" Contest

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Turtles Talking Smack

Turtle Tom and Turtle Tony were walking across a grassy field
knowing that their hard shells would protect them from most harm.
Their natural enemies in rural Arkansas number only three.
The mighty cougar and its cousin the wily bobcat
have the jaw strength to crush a turtle’s shell.
The only other critter that presents an ever present danger
is a very determined and extremely hungry raccoon.
Rocco Raccoon with his sharp teeth and dexterous front paws
can, if really famished, eventually crack a turtle’s harden shell.
The greatest of the turtles’ enemies is a careless human being,
whether it be from a swiftly moving vehicle or a nut with a gun.
With the off road vehicles getting larger as time goes by,
a turtle’s life expectancy gets shorter as the decades pass.
Turtle Tom and Turtle Tony slowly caught up with Turtle Tim
and the trio of tiny smack talking tortoises told one another
tall tales of great conquests from their long lived pasts.

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Bear Child

This writing is my interpretation of the Susan Boulet's painting "Bear Child"

*Bear Child*

Docile and tame as a young child
The bear hugged every opportunity to come close to man
To peer into the everyday lives of what they had planned
For fear they would travel upon his path

He wasn’t like all the rest
Filled with hope and a breath of optimism
What could this man bring to his everyday solitude?
Perhaps they could embrace and become friends
With his outstretched paws he reached out to mankind
Never intending to learn of his power
With outstretched hands he lent them his heart

Mankind’s heart on the other hand a different plan
He wanted to conquer the bear and every beast of the field
To show that he had all the thunder
Til the grizzly cried out and firmly placed his foot on the ground
The vibration made the cruel man shudder
To what did this bear owe mankind but a moment of serene favor?
He sought to peer into the hearts of the beasts on his path
Never imagining that he would become their prey
He took all he could muster
All the energy in his chest and growled like the pine forests trembling
He stood on his path all beaten and worn and hoped 
That the message he was sending
“Beware of this bear who will stalk you like a wolf”
His existence he will be defending

Gwendolen Rix

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Against the pale October Moon, a lone howling cuts
Through the chill of the winter’s night, gleaming yellow
Green eyes flash in the forests wilderness wild.
Sleek mystic swift of feet, white powder chameleons,
Living by the creed of basic instinctual desire to survive,
In this harsh environment of the Rocky Mountains.
By the flight of the morning blue jay, spooked from his
Perches vantage point on high, the pack hunts in the
Deep valleys thickening glen.
Snow wolves on the prowl, seeking freedoms liberation
By tooth and claw, but these are beasts of the free spirit,
Out laws nomads, wondering where the restless heart so
Leads them.
Beguiling creatures of beauty, representing the raw
Force of power of the untamed soul, roughed individuals,
Stalkers of the ice and snow.
Spiritual brethren to the tribal Indians are these
Sacred guardians of the great spirits creation, darned
With mutual respect and admiration honor, let them
Roam freedom’s path forever.
Symbolic warriors under the skin and fur, does the animal
Run beside the human hidden within the shadow realm of realism.
Echoing in the distance, with a chilling presence that
Crawls up the neck bone of mankind, announcing,
Erriely, of the hunger driving them in silence.
Nature’s selectors, weaving the weak from the strong,
Legacies ancestral brave, soldiers of canines pack,
Living on the edge of extinction mighty wrath.
But looking into the eyes of the beast, one can only
See the beauty of a wild creature, whom wishes to remain
As he was born to be, simply put FREE!!


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Walking Domino

black cows walking by
field covered with snow today
walking domino

©Donna Jones

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Beachside Food and Drink Slinks

A is for algae, red, green, blue cells, soaking up sun, sliming teeth 
B is for bacterial mat, clumping underneath, earliest born, never asleep

C is for coral reef, the place we all find cover or the sand parrotfish chew and release
D is for diatom, all seeded calcium, all float free, all denizens barely seen

E is for eelgrass, nursery meadows of the anchovy, and other browsers of green 
F is for fan worm, filter feeder like a flower, 8000 species on which fish feed

G is for giant kelp, floating on bladders of air they’re forests of cold waters clean
H is for helmet, the royalty of snails who protect our feet, queen, emperor, king

I is for isopod, the chameleon crustacean, they color match what they eat
J is for jellyball, or cannonball jellyfish, not upside down or moon, avoid their heat

K is for keyhole limpet, favorite food of ochre stars, will erect its own wall
L is for laver, the sea lettuce of nori, it swirls red skirt as ocean falls

M is for mermaid’s purse, the sack of the skate whose yolk keeps them alive
N is for nerite, the prisoner striped snail of the rocky zone as numerous as a hive

O is for oyster drills, the snails that slurp oysters and use them to lay eggs
P is for pleurobranch, a sea slug answer for oranges, with one active leg

Q is for quahog, the bivalve seaman who can survive eating the mud
R is for rove beetle, the one waiting to snatch the unwary beach hopper for good

S is for saxitoxin, those red tides produced by mating that can paralyze humans
T is for tubular sponge, they squish, bore and encrust as space lends

U is for urchin, those spiny skinned balls, no eyes or noses but dig food in sand 
V is for Venus, Music Volutes dined or Vampire Squids skimming along land

W is for whelk, not the musically inclined, but the slow moving snail in a shell
X is for X and a half, the six rayed star, hungry for anything on the half shell

Y is for yucca, blooming on the beach, they bloom nice and tolerate the sand
Z is for Zostera marinara, the address of eel grass when they're feeling grand

All of this green life is what crunches, stinks, dries and slips underfoot
The rest that find the housing and dining compatible means someone’s on the look.

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A Beautiful Fall Morning

Very early Fall morning…crisp and clear.
Sitting on the patio, sipping hot coffee.
Only my path to and from the bird feeders,
Rain gutters hung on the stockade fence,
Has disturbed the beautiful, glistening dew 
Blanketing a lush, green Bermuda lawn 
Awaiting the season’s final mow and a Winter sleep.
Early morning sunsmile creates a mist, a little fog,
That artists have great difficulty recreating. 
And the sprinklers are making music too….
As I filled those bird feeders, 
Only the patient cooing of white wing dove
Waiting in the surrounding trees
Could barely be heard above the sprinkler.
Feeders filled, I walked away.
The air erupted with bird song.
Our giant privets were alive with hungry sparrows,
Each announcing breakfast.  
All the locals seemed to understand.
The robins and larks, the finches and cardinals chimed in;
But only the jays’ sharp calls could be heard above the din.
What a ruckus…but so beautiful a song,
It is a ‘wall of sound’ to be envied by rockers.
Orchestrated by Mother Nature….Mrs. God.
The sprinkler's barely heard....
ch ch ch ch ch ch ch ch 

Squirrels wait out of sight.
One may bark now and then, but
They’ve learned that patience pays.
It’s not just time to feed those damn birds;
It’s time to feed the greedy squirrels too;
And chow time is well worth the wait:
Sunflower seeds. Peanuts. Suet.  Dried fruit.
You can almost hear them as they gobble,
“Mmmmmm.  Man, this is the good stuff, Bro’. 
I mean the good stuff.  What a life.  
I’ll never leave…not even for a girl squirrel.”  
It’s as if they think they’ll never eat again;
Every morning.
As if we hadn’t been feeding them 
Every day of their lives…and their parents.
If we could tell them apart.
They would have names.

Well....everybody's happy.
All this and good coffee too.
What a beautiful Fall morning. 

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The Humans and I

Ones who wage,
Ones who rage,
Ones who take,
Ones who pay,
Ones who craze,
Ones who rave,
Ones who crave…

Ones who fear,
Ones who breathe,
Ones who give,
Ones who need,
Ones who will,
Ones who weave…

Ones who plead,
Ones who beg,
Ones who beseech,
Ones who entreat,
Ones who appeal,
Ones who volunteer,
Ones who disappear…

The ones who follow,
The ones that don’t know about tomorrow,
The ones who don’t deserve the morrow…

The ones who sleep,
The ones who cry,
The ones who live,
The ones who die…

The ones who proclaim,
Those who say they create,
The ones who ache,
The ones who don’t wait,
The ones who hesitate,
The ones who don’t concentrate,
The ones who fornicate,
The ones who procrastinate…

Those who fall in temptation,
Those who get in frustration,
Those who sometimes feel desperation,
Those who keep going without caution,
Those in motion,
Those in tension,
Those losing notion,
Those being poisoned,
Those getting in distortion,
Those following the broken diction,
Those dying like the billions,
Those without unction,
Those washed in the oceans…

I might seem cold,
But it is you who is bold.
I might not express,
But it is you who doesn’t let me progress.
I might not seem like I seek,
But it is you who doesn’t know me…
I might seem like I need,
But it is you who might always be begging on your knees.
I might seem dull,
But it is the one that is fool.
I might not be alight,
But it is you who isn’t truly alive…

I will remain neutral,
I will remain silver,
I will remain gray,
I feel darkness,
I feel light,
I will remain hallowed…,
After all, it is you who deserves no life…

I am a metal hawk,
I am a mountain goat,
I am a silver bird,
I am a gray wolf,
I am a white tiger,
I am a mystic rose…,
I am I…

I’m alive,
And I survive,
You are here,
However, it is you who deserves no life…

Being human does not imply that you have humanity…

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Living my dream

Living my dream

I had one dream when I was young
To go to another land
In life I wasn’t satisfied
I wanted something grand
Lions, tigers. Kangaroos
And all those wild, wild beasts
Africa, South America
Or Australia at least.

Possessive Mother was my curse
How could I get away?
Every time I mentioned it
She had so much to say
And made me feel so guilty
Really cramped my style
And then one day there came along
Something to make me smile

I’d just turned my nineteenth year
When this great girl came along
She hailed from West Australia
And filled my heart with song
So we got married, had some kids
And here we are in Oz
Been here for half a century
And I came here all because

It was my fate to find this girl
She was my destiny
There’s be a whisper in the skies
That knows how things will be
It takes one’s soul, and leads it on
So growth, it might occur
And I know that west Australia
My heart, it sure does stir.

4 August 2013 @ 1440hrs.

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'God's Good Earth': a condensed sonnet

The fierce, graceful tiger
(a fearsome, wild beast)
is not meant as dinner
for someone's lavish feast.
The giant, harmless whale
(a great, ocean mammal)
won't survive or prevail
against ruthless people.
All Earth's feral creatures,
of land, the sky, and sea,
are here as our teachers
and life's diversity.
   Save man's endangered worth
   and restore God's good Earth.

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From The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand - THE RUINS OF THE ANCIEN REGIME

Farewell, then, AUKN boss,
The next this year makes three.
By the time they find a substitute,
Slovenes will be at sea.

He tried to cover his behind;
AUKN boss of bosses,
As every week, balances grew bleak:
He weighed merits and losses.

With all this he'd no time to eat,
And round and round he flew.
And now he's split in a hissy-fit;
So helmsman, too-de-loo!

Day after day, day after day,
He drifted on the ocean;
Guano-vernment rained on his ship
Their suggestions for promotion.

Cousins, cousins, everywhere,
Corporate boards crosslink;
Cousins, cousins, everywhere,
Let's take you for a drink.

Accountants talking rot: O Christ!
Missions, visions - oh please!
Yea, slimy characters need legs
And slimy policies.

So has he done an hellish thing?
Not hired who? We dunno:
Was it absurd, to have a separate curd
From the whey Slovenia owes?
This wretch won't play, after 60 days;
Pissflaps, he'll have to go!

God help ya, gospod Bencina
From the fiends, that plague us thus! -
It's time to go — shot like cross-bow,
The AUKN boss.

Ah! walk-out day! what evil looks
Had I from Ernst and Young!
Who's at a loss? AUKN's boss
Wouldn't take a bung?

"You'll be" quoth one, "abolished - no
Stigma to double-cross."
He chose to go - why? We don't know:
Harmless AUKN boss.

Re-reading the original gave me a great idea for dinner until I realised all the storks have all flapped off to Africa for the winter. Pity, as I have some ancient marinade from Tuš. Like the subject of the poem, I didn't have the stamina for a Coleridge-length effort.


The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand interprets important Slovenian affairs for the non-Slovene speaking world.

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The Bad King

Ana Cecilia Callejas 

Rodrigo Perez Gavilan

The Bad King 

“Lexer” was a lion who was the King of the entire animal kingdom, during his reign all the animals lived in complete harmony, they were all happy and graceful, and Lexer takes care of them and protects them. One day “Lexer” and his wife had an adorable baby lion that was named “Dylan” as he grew up Lexer teached him a lot of things since he was going to be the heir of the animal kingdom. Dylan also made a lot of friends but his best friend was Jim. Dylan and Jim spend almost all the days together, as the time passed Jim started to hang out with the Rhinos, which were the bad ones of the kingdom. Jim turned into a bad lion and started to incite Dylan to make bad things and he became also a bad lion. One day lexer got very sick and a few days later he passed away so Dylan became the king. All the animals were very sad because they loved Lexer he has been so far the best ruler of the animal kingdom. Time passed and Dylan forgot all the good things his father taught him and started to become a bad lion and a bad king. Influenced by Jim and the Rhinos that were friends with Jim Dylan started to do bad things. He put animals to fight between each other just for their amusement and had some of the animals as slaves just to be his servants, he also ordered other animals to kill so he can eat and have feasts, and this caused a lot of panic in the entire animal kingdom. Dylan mother tried to make him reconsider and change, to do all the good things his father taught him for him to be a good king but Dylan just became worse. All this caused that the animals lost his confidence towards the king and started to live just with the ones of their own kind and also began to fight with all the other animals to survive. This caused that the world became a bad place and since that moment the harmony did not existed anymore and the animals had to take care on their own.
Moral of the fable: if you are a good person and you have good values don’t let anyone to influence you and change the way you are.

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Appalachian Trail

Deserted cabins
Trees gnarled by wailing winds
The sound of a bear

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Hills where I wander

Hills Where I wander.

In the beautiful hills where I wander
With the velvet grass so lush and oh, so green.
They take me into depths in which I ponder
As I’m stunned by all this beauty here that’s seen.
As I walk along I hear the sound of thunder
Of the river as it crashes down those hills.
And as I walk, and as I listen and I wonder
I am stoned by every moment that I feel.

How that Kookaburra laughs so high above me
As he loudly gives his thanks for each new day.
And my troubles take a rest my burdens lifted
And I’m drunk with life and everything’s okay.
Those hills they be alive with magic moments
As the sun it paints them every kind of hue.
It’s perfection, and could never need improvement
As all around the sky be pristine blue.

Here be I, and there’s the hills so soft and silent
And this feeling it does fill my heart with joy
And the peace within a mind which had been violent
Be such a thing that cannot be destroyed.
Oh thank you Lord for giving me this morning
That never it will die within my being.
For this beauty that has got my mind a reeling
I know it be the truth that I be seeing.

Socrares 1992

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The masters of the ocean
Depending on you
What can they do?
They are grieving.
The masters of the ocean
Are crying for you
What can they do?
They are leaving.

It's a whale of a thing and a helluva fix to be.
If you're living the life of a whale that's in the sea.

All they want is ocean 
and the space to run.
Freedom's just a morning spray 
flashing in the sun.
All they ask is ocean
and the Hope to be
thankful God has given them
---------the sea.

It's a whale of a thing and a helluva fix to be.
If you're living the life of a whale that's in the sea.
It's a whale of a thing and a helluva fix to be.
If you're living the life of a whale that's in the sea.
© ron wilson aka vee Bdosa the Doylestown poet

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The Backside of Killington Mountain

Killington Mountain, one of the largest Ski resorts in New England.
With its webbing of trails, dotted with colourful kaleidioscopic ski outfits;
racing to the Castle they call a Base Lodge.

My Cabin is atop a mountain across two valleys from Killington's backside
I can see the untamed, wild and free side of Mother Nature's: True being
Where deers have no fears, and the Bald Eagle soars Free

I once did a recue mission there, and when all were safe, I walked
Into the forrest of Nature,where mankind had never before intruded
I walked where the Deer, Bed. where the eaglets squawked for food

I saw the Black Bear awake; "Good Morning Mrs. Black Bear"she Yawned
And walked away.I heard the Evergreens giggle as melting snow ticked Pines
The Serenity,Tranquility,enveloped me in Nature's Wonder of the World.
      Inspired by Linda(PD) with her Contest: 7 Wonders of the Ancient and
                     New World. This POEM is one of my 7 Wonders.
This is Dedicated to all POETS who have written about the Autrocitys of 
Mankind to "  Nature or THE Beauty of Mother Nature in Rhyme "
                           This is not a Contest Entree

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I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is 
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not  done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am 
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing 
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the 
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside 
 a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...

Written By: Christina A McCullouch 

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Rainforest Blues

Rainforest Blues
flora and fauna, rainforest teeming with life - hungry bulldozers

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Enchanted Forest

                                            Enchanted forest
                                 Trees stand tall, leaves of color
                                       Creatures camouflage

                                     By eve roper   11/9/2014

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Savannah Night

There was an uneasy feeling that night on the savannah.
The creatures were jumpy as they huddled and grazed.
Startling at each new sound, one stamps its foot and
the vast herd flees, from what they are unsure.

The lions creep through the long grass setting an ambush.
The first pair's job to spook the herd now is done.
The rest spread out, now taking up the deadly hunt. 
Working quickly they target one and separate it.

One lioness jumps on its back then slips off and is trampled.
Another tackling it face on is gored in the shoulder.
But the rest soon have it cornered and it is soon smothered.
As it dies the pride are already ripping open its belly.

The blood covers the land red as it seeps into the soil
There will be feasting tonight as the lions gather to eat.
Snarling as they rip into the warm carcass, blows lashing out,
As they vie for position, pushing and shoving each other.

The hunt was long and hard, the fruits came at high price.
Two lioness wounded, one will die. Such is the cost of success.
A calf bawls for its mother, yet she cannot answer its call.
Sadly it is too young to live, it will end up a tasty morsel.

Sated the lions rest in the early sunlight as cubs play.   
Life for now on the savannah continues, and peace reigns.

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Goldie, my peculiar but beloved cat,
has certain affectations --
she prefers, most times, her own society
and shuns her housemates.
But, sometimes, she cuddles
or will join the others
to laze around -- in the living room,
the dining room, a hallway, or
in the kitchen.
An inside cat who, early on,
suffered the indignity of
"the operation,"
she asserts her independence
by darting into the front yard
when a door is opened --
and she pointedly ignores
any calls or pleas to come inside.
But when the door shuts
and no one is around, she is fearful,
immediately climbing up into the ash tree.
And there she stays
until I come to coax her down.
She may climb high up
and, finally, shakily manage
a descent to allow me to pick her up
and carry her back inside.
She never leaves the yard
but does enjoy ignoring me
when I am in a hurry.
She will dart about and run
from one side of the yard to the other.
For her, it's only an infrequent game.
And, as my treasured pet,
she certainly deserves to play
while testing the limit
of my affectionate, chagrined

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Penguin Tanka

I adore penguins
Sliding on the frozen ice
Love how they waddle
Have wings that can never fly
Mating partners all their life

25th April 2014

~ For Tanka Contest sponsored by Amy Green ~
Awarded 5th place in contest

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Squirrel On Notice Of Eviction

Malicious, plotting squirrel, sends its angry rain. Oh, the liberties it takes, with my precious fruit trees. A pear slams into my head; my temple, burning blue. Rising lump of blue, from vicious squirrel; swelling on my head from his violent pear-rain. Standing beneath the pear tree, I do a double-take. Squirrel always takes; gives nothing; leaving me so blue. Into the top of my pear tree, moved the squirrel; flinging his pear-rain, hard upon my head. The growing lump, smarts on my head. Whatever it takes, I’ll end this horror rain; I’ll make squirrel so very, very blue. I will dine on pears from my own trees! They are my trees! Stop hitting my head. How dare you, squirrel! You must not take all and beat me black and blue, with your violent pear-rain. Your angry, rabid rain, Of pears from my tree, built a gigantic lump of blue, upon my tender head. I’ll do whatever it takes to evict you, Mr. squirrel! No more, pelting pear rain; beneath sky of blue. You’ll leave my trees, whatever it takes! No more glaring lumps, upon my head; your notice, has been served, Mr. Squirrel.

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The Hunter

The hunter

I saw a man once on TV
He was hunting grizzly bear
Then bear, he got the upper hand
And blood was everywhere
That man was in an awful state
But I lacked in sympathy
You live by sword, you die by sword
That’s just the way it be.

I knew a man, a fisherman
He hunted for big fish
But when his boat did over turn
He never got his wish
Cause big shark came and took his life
And Karma, it was done
It seems that this time hunter lost
And mother nature won.

It seems some folk are low on soul
And only live to kill
I have no sympathy for these
And nor I ever will
When the game gets turned around
They’ve only they to blame
Because they gained their pleasure from
This heartless killing game.

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Chickens fluff feathers    tuck heads under wings

cluck a soft lullaby to newly hatched babies

Restless cattle hooves still

as with grace hidden by lumbering girth

settle onto grassy pastures    close bashful eyes

Dew amasses slowly    contemplates falling

while drowsy sun gradually settles

under covers of night

Slowly awakening moon peels off

her diaphanous robe    layer by layer

letting her full radiance glow

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I long to see Guanacos
Leap and fly
Over verdant grasses
And hills on high;
Watch small Chulengos 
Nurtured by their side
Learn to leap their way
Fills the heart with pride.
Patagonian mountains
Is their home,
A place where these wild
Creatures love to roam.
Torres del Paine looks down
Where they graze,
Snowcapped in winter
And sure to amaze,
Lends picturesque beauty
To the wild herds.
To capture this vision,
There are no words.
I long to see Guanacos 
leap and fly
Over verdant grasses
And hills on high.

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Dear Inconsiderate

You’re always dragging on me--
got your sticky icky leavings all
pver the place, 
any place most inconvenient.

Always kind of spooky, nervous
but defiant too, back up
step out, get nose to nose
as if to say you’re here for good.

I know it’s you, at night, tasting
my eyes, making me wiggle
and a little itchy
squirmy but never squished, somehow…

One day there’s one of you,
lurking in a corner, the next, a window,
under floorboards, cupboards, skittering

all over my floor and ceilings
and in my clothes so when I undress
there you are, sitting like a star
right on my breast. Okay. I needed that.

To scream. Whack at something
so terribly invasive, biting,
so terribly unobtrusive, until
you leave your icky sticky leavings

as bumps all over me. When 
were you walking over me, in the dark
while I dreamed, taking over 
saying I’m a leaving little spider left.

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Walking in the bush lands

Walking In the bush lands.

I’m walking in the bush lands
At the back of where I live
I’ve got my old dog by my side
These walks, such joy they give.
I was going to walk down to the lake
That’s about an hour away
But then I saw the sky was cloudy
And looking very grey.

So I says to my dog Sherry
“Old pal, we’re turning back”
So we turned our backs and walked back home
Through that sandy old bush track.
It was then I heard the bushes move
And I saw two Kangaroos
They looked at me, and my dog sherry
 And they seemed quite confused.

They crashed into the bush lands
But their curiosity
It made them stop just down the track
And stare at the dog, and me.
Old Sherry went to chase them off
But I told her sternly “No”
And so the roos they turned about
And off the pair did go

But Lord it gave me heaps of joy
To know that these grand beasts
Are still around the place I live
For a little while at least
But soon lord progress will catch up
And all these beasts will die
This is what we humans do
It makes me want to cry

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A Beautiful Moment

A swan did sail so gracefully
Around a crystal lake
Such whiteness pure I ne'er did see
It almost could be fake

What peaceful calm, what portrait clear
'Tis heav'n on earth I see
If only I could linger here 
For all eternity

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Our garden

Our Garden

How wonderful my garden is
It’s not too big at all
But oh, it fills me up with bliss
It’s all so beautiful
All filled with plants of every type
And a pond brim filled with fish
Our bears sit their so clumsy, like
And feeds from silver dish.

The parrots fly in every day
To feed; they’re wonderful
Ring necks, and those pink and greys
They’re not afraid at all
They know that we will not harm them
They screech at us for food
Each one hued like feathered gems
These birds they can be rude.

As the sun comes Beaming down
The green leaves shine so bright
Their sparkle flows like golden crown
And fills me with delight
The roses, reds, and pinks, and yellows
Along the fence they grow
So nice to sit here calm, and mellow
And watch the day just flow.

24 September 2014.

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All Animals Have Souls

All animals
Live and 

Allow them to,
Let their young
Stay safe while, learning to survive.

A patient and loving parent is
Encouraging as they learn that lesson.

Safety in numbers is paramount.
Utilizing a
Love that’s tough, parents
See their little ones grow to adulthood.

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Train Journey

I sit here by the window
and watch quietly
as the train moves along
I see land - 
wild beautiful land
still untouched by man
and it creates within me
a feeling that is wild and boundless

The beautiful trees
in many places
so closely clustered together
though of mixed species
seem to cry out 
a message of love and unity
to all mankind
I see flowers - 
plain simple flowers
there is a beauty in them - 
the beauty of simplicity

There are children on the hillsides -
the country folk
people call them
My heart sings as I watch them
They know us not on the train
but yet they wave at us
and we wave back at them
because their action is filled 
with some sentiment 
that is pleasing to us

Shimmering little pools of water
pulsating with life
appear and then vanish
out of sight
but the picture of life
within them
remains with me

The cows and the horses 
graze in the pastures
some sit
others browse slowly along
O how I envy their leisurely
pace of life!

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The Tree

                                            The Tree

Through the foggy mist of a new day dawning
Appears a huge tree, awaiting the birth of another winter morning.

All that remains is its bare branches stretching toward the sky
And an old abandoned nest, left by its owner who traveled south so it wouldn't die.

The tree appears lonely but somehow full of hope
As if it knows Spring will come which enables it to cope.

A few months have gone by and the faithful tree is still there
But now it's consumed with excitement from its first breath of spring air.

It seems new life has come to the tree within a blink of an eye
It now stands picturesque, full of lavish green foliage set against the baby blue sky.

It waves its branches proudly with the breeze as if to show off its features
Which also seems to serve as a welcome sign to all of God's little creatures.

It appears to be much happier, now that its friends are back once again
Cradling brand new birds' nests and providing shelter during the rain.

The little squirrels also take advantage of their most generous host
It seems they like chasing each other up and down the tree's trunk the most.

The tree is now bursting with activity
With all of God's wee ones living His promise of love and longevity.

All through the summer the tree takes pleasure as it continually strives
To serve as the best meeting place for everything that creeps, leaps or flies.

Full of contentment, I'll bet the tree lets out a happy sigh
Every time it watches a baby bird learn how to fly
Or whenever a caterpillar turns into a pretty butterfly.

I often wonder if the tree truly understands
The major part it plays in God's circle of life simply because it stands.

Fall has now arrived and the tree appears sort of saddened by the sound
Of its first leaf gently falling to the ground.

All of its friends begin packing it up as they gather for a big revival
That's when the tree wishes them a safe and happy journey as they head south for their survival.

The tree bids each one farewell and says loud and clear
"To each God's speed and have no fear
For I'll be waiting right here when you come back next year."

It is now winter and a year in the life of the tree has come full circled once more
Although lonely, it is bigger and stronger than ever before.

But I know not to feel sadness, especially for the tree's sake
For in God's plan, He makes sure even the tree gets a well-deserved break.

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Lookin' after pests
Keepin' a CLOSE eye on 'em
"Those wild animals!"

Roamin' around zoo
Searchin' for sneaky monkey
Hidin' in a tree

Zookeeper gets mad
"Where's Marty, the smartypants!?"
"He TOOK my cage keys!"

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Ladybug, Fly Away

Little friend
Little dancer
On my pen

Gentle bug
Little soul
Little creature
That I know

Fly away
Under the moon

Lovely girl
Lovely part of
This whole world

Gentle bug
Lovely boy
Lovely life which
Gives me joy

Fly away
Before it’s noon

Lonely heart
Lonely song from
Nature’s harp

Gentle bug
Lonely you
Lonely me and
We make two

Fly away
Don’t die too soon

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Many, many years ago
When I was young, and all aglow
I used to visit, Walyunga
A place that still, my heart does stir
I would walk down to Syd’s rapids
Always happy that I did
This place was oh, so beautiful
It used to be my life, my all

I’d often hear a rumbling sound
Then as I’d turn, and look around
I’d see them coming through the trees
 Thirty strong at least they’d be
All muscular, and filled with zest
A scared man’s nerves they sure would test
Yet kangaroos are gentle beasts
Harmless they to say the least

As they’d passed their leader, he
Would stop and he would look at me
I’d speak to him with gentle tone
When he heard this he’d make no bones
He’d bound off to join his herd
Knowing that this puny nerd
He meant them no harm at all
Those days they were so wonderful.

6 October 2014

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Gifts of the Night

Faint stillness of the night falls swiftly down 
and masked raccoons now pillage darkest night. 
Fluffed owls with sparkling eyes are flying free 
and rabbits, gently moving, sniff the air... 
The hounds - from hunter lost - do bay and whine! 
Marked deer with spots or racks go pawing trails 
and bear cubs ramble near a sparkling stream. 
Uncommon moths blink near the lights outside 
and possums scramble up the hillside earth. 
Soft light of moon obscures the beauty there 
and adds romance to this nocturnal scene. 
Amid the forest’s trees of pine and oak, 
these charms display the gift of God’s design! 

Faint STILL-ness OF the NIGHT falls SWIFT-ly DOWN
and MASKED rac-COONS now PIL-lage DARK-est NIGHT
Fluffed OWLS with SPARK-ling EYES are FLY-ing FREE
and RAB-bits, GEN-tly MOV-ing, SNIFF the AIR
The HOUNDS, from HUN-ter LOST, do BAY and WHINE
Marked DEER with SPOTS or RACKS go PAW-ing TRAILS
and BEAR cubs RAM-ble NEAR a SPARK-ling STREAM
Un-COM-mon MOTHS blink NEAR the LIGHTS out-SIDE
and POS-sums SCRAM-bles UP the HILL-side EARTH
a-MID the FOR-est’s TREES of PINE and OAK
these CHARMS dis-PLAY the GIFT of GOD’S de-SIGN

©by Regina Riddle
Written on July 29, 2014
Re-written for contest on July 30, 2014
Re-written twice for contest on July 31, 2014 – with LOTS of help from 
sponsor and much thanks to Roy Jerden
For: For Newer Poets: An Exercise in Iambic Pentameter - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Roy Jerden

I deliver newspapers at night on a rural route and see all of these nocturnal 
creatures along my journey… the origins of the poem.

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The wetlands

Rick’s 32

The wetlands

The wetlands
So beautiful
They’re so grand
Lovely place to study
Can be wet and muddy
I love them
Walk there each day
All the way.
Full of beasts
Big Kangaroos
I love them
So strong, and handsome too
They’ll take food off of you
Those wetlands
So wonderful
They’re so cool.

Sometimes I
Might see a snake
These creatures
They love to live by lakes
Water does entice them
They scare guys
Don’t get too close
If you’re wise.

Oh so sweet
These wetland trails
When I walk
I’m living in the now
How that lake does sparkle
Such beauty
A joy to me
Wetlands be.

11 September 2014 @ 1320hrs.

Rick's 32 is form by Erich Goller in 2008 (Vienna)
8 lines 3-4-3-6-6-3-4-3 syllables
Rhyming is optional--any subject.
At least two verses--no verse limit--

ok..this is by syllable counting.. rhyme is optional... at least 2 verses...

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Awaiting the rain

Awaiting the rain

The morning seems so soft and silent
Such peace is all around
The bleak grey skies, they promise ‘rain
Will come to drench the ground’
All around those wetland trees
Do twist and bend their forms
Waiting for that promised rain
Perhaps there’ll be a storm.

The birds be singing loudly now
Yet the silence never breaks
As kookaburras haunting laugh
Be heard above the lake
My feet scritch, scratch along the trail
Until I reach a fork
Then I veer off to the left of me
And down that track I walk.

Then through the gnarled and twisted trees
I see a wondrous sight
Two dozen roos they cross my path
And with such sweet delight
I watch the muscles in their thighs
So much power in each one
As I thank the lord, I walk this trail
Though the clouds do hide the sun.

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In A Land Far Away Is A Tree

In a land far away is a tree,
In which there lives a small bee,
His continuous buzz,
Is the work that he does,
It seems like a good job to me.

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into blue skies

   pink wings take flight

         ripples on the pond

Details | Epic | |

Elephant Rage a true story

Harry was waiting at base camp for his party of tourists
hoping that Beverly and her children would not be rowdy
when they finally arrived he got them settled in their tent
once unpacked they joined him in the main area for tea

After he had explained the rules they chatted about this and that
her children Ben and Sue were lively but very well behaved
Harry promised to take them on a safari the very next day
he said there was a waterhole a few miles away from camp

As they sat there finishing off their tea Samari ran into camp
he said less than a mile away there was a solitary elephant
so they made their way carefully to where he was last seen 
he had moved on into the thick bush they cautiously followed

After five hundred yards or more they could hear him near 
suddenly the elephant screamed and charged at them 
they all ran as fast as they could the ground shaking under their feet
his trumpeting roars were deafening as quickly he caught up

Then Beverly and the children reached the open plains
Samari was with them and they sighed in relief at escaping
this relief was short lived when they realised Harry was missing
the elephant had picked him out to follow and was gaining fast

Harry could feel him closing its breath blowing on his neck 
desperately he zigzagged trying to lose it to little avail
he looking back could see the bristles of it's trunk hairs
it struck him with its trunk knocking him to the floor

Harry rolled up into a ball and lay still as possible playing dead
The elephant kicked him around like a ball then caught him up
and flung him in the air as Harry landed he pointed trying to scare it
upon which the elephant gored his leg with a tusk then walked away

Harry was bleeding badly he tried hard to stop the blood flow
he could see it pumping out at an alarming rate he knew he needed help
meantime Beverly and Samari were carefully searching for him
at last Samari heard his weak whimpers and tracked him down

Quickly he tore off his shirt and bound it tightly round the leg
managing to slow the blood to a trickle he radioed for help
Harry was fading in and of conciousness as Beverly cradled his head
at last the Jeep arrived and he was taken to a plane and flown to hospital

Once there they operated and sewed him up he needed six pints of blood
when concious once more he thought of his mother realising he never said goodbye
slowly he recovered back in England and told his mum he was sorry 
that in his excitement he had forgotten she immediately forgave him

When he was fit again he decided to return to Africa once more
to face his fears head on as he had loved his time on the dark continent
he knew this was not the time to cower away letting his fears rule
so boldly he took his courage in both hands and flew back to base

After all the measure of a person is to always face and live life
and it was he and his party who had trespassed in the elephants land
a lesson well learned from then on he always carried a gun
not to hunt with but to protect the tourists who came to see the game

" see notes about this poem"

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A Hush

There was a hush over the land
not even a blade of grass stirred.
The sun beamed down in delight
and flowers opened their petals.

The lake sparkled and shone
its waves lapping the shore.
The odd fish leapt up at flies
then swiftly sunk back down.

The forest trees seemed to part
leaving a faint winding path.
Then into the shady clearing
she daintily stepped out.

As she appeared a ripple,
a ripple of excitement.
Gleaming coat of silver
as the sun highted her.

She stood there poised
as her ears flicked listening.
A sculpture of beauty
with rippling muscles.

It was that most elusive creature
with a spiral horn in her head.
That gracefully walked to drink
when done she faded into shadow

Once more the forest came alive
on the ground a silver hair
giving proof to the legend
that indeed Unicorns still live.

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Freedom Reigns

"'Cause when your back's against the wall
That's when you show no fear at all
And when you're running out of time
That's when you hitch your star to mine
We won't be leaving by the same road that we came by"

~Keane - My Shadow Lyrics ~

------------------------------------------------------------ There is no celestial place for you to guide my thoughts Can you not see that I am free from you? I am a black bird perched high in the treetops You will hear my crowing and you may hate it But my dear, you cannot take away my voice! Yet still, as fire oppresses forests of life, You can abuse my freedom to find your glory You may discard these words for your love of gods, And in so doing you may simply ignore All the cries that I so passionately utter But my infectious species will guide your mind straight back To that once so lonely treetop where you merely glanced And there will be multitudinous, oppressing thoughts That shall enslave you and bind you unwillingly The crows will only grow louder when you turn away— When you pretend to ignore with your remaining, strangling pride For my voice is a production sent from above Dispatched to judge you pitilessly for your swelling lies! And the choirs of ferocious beaks shall open forever Harmony and dissonance as one

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Creature Comfort--a collaboration with Dan Kearley

In the midst of the dewdrops that sparkle the morning
the bluebird of happiness sang without warning.

Basking in the sun of a new day's light
then spreading it's wings for a first day flight.

The sun grew so large in the painted sky
while creatures stirred in the forest nearby.

Frolicking in the shadows the animals play
in search of new adventures that may come their way.

They stop and they sniff as humans come near
to their woodland home but they feel no fear.

As the dewdrops fade into afternoon delight
the evening comes a calling with a beautiful starlit night.

The furry ones scurry towards peaceful repose.
In the forest they'll sleep till the morning light glows.

Peace and love flourish in this forest all day long.
May your mind enjoy the beauty before it's all gone.

Thanks Dan...enjoyed working on this with you!

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Tigers Living Free

Two eyes gleaming in the dark
heralded it's coming.
Silent paws that left their mark
showed where it was going.

Stripey fur and lashing tail
Describe it's fierce appearance
but my eyesight could not trail
it's sudden - disappearance.

Noble beast and savage emblem
Ruler of all lower things?
How they fear you when you hunt them
Creatures that escape have wings.

But man has skill beyond your cunning
Intelligence beyond your dower.
So he kills you while your'e running for
He cannot match your power.

 for Shadows...Tigers Living Free Contest.

Details | Ballade | |

The pleasure of the lake

The pleasure of the lake

Each day I charge my batteries
With a stroll down to the lake
It's a must, to walk those wetland trails
It gives the mind a break
From all the turmoil of each day
It's a journey into peace
As those dancing trees that ride the breeze
Give my soul such sweet release.

So many things there, one might see
In those wetland trails I walk
I find there at Lake Joondalup
A place where nature talks
With wild birds everywhere one looks
And frogs, and kangaroos
Little lizards, perhaps a snake
So much there welcomes you.

That such a place could dwell in Perth
This gives me so much pleasure.
Communing each new day with nature
To mne, this be a treasure.
This lake, it reaches out to me
And tells me 'Life is good'
It's such a joy to have this lake
Here in our neighbourhood.

22 September 2013 @ 0640hrs.

Details | Sestina | |

In A Shared Garden

In my vegetable garden, 
birds are watching me, pick 
green beans to eat.
A lone robin, scrounges for seeds, from sun flowers.
An old, twisted oak tree, 
filters the sunlight.

The cool, filtered light, 
is just right, for my garden.
Beneath that oak tree, 
are ripe tomato’s I need to pick,
for my supper.  Mr. Robin flits upwards to a sun flower.
He’s found his seeds and eats.

His fill, he’ll eat 
and rest in the moon’s light.
Ms. Deer gnaws only, flowers, 
as I leave the garden.
No doubt, if I hadn’t picked
My vegetables, already; he’d be devouring them, beneath that shady tree.

I chased her to a distant tree; 
tossed her an apple to eat.
She’ll be back to take her pick
More, I know, by the evening moon’s light.
She’ll return to devour my garden; 
and will also, eat the flowers.

I plant bulbs and flowers,
away from my garden and the tree; 
hoping Ms. Deer, will avoid, my garden; 
preferring to go and eat, 
by the evening moon’s light; 
while I sit with my guitar and pick.

Tomorrow, if they’re not eaten, 
I’ll go out and pick, 
a nice bouquet of table flowers, 
in morning sun’s, bright light.
As it filters though the trees, 
that grow beside my garden.

When evening comes, my guitar, I’ll pick, in the waning moon’s dim light.
Ms. Deer, her fill, of flowers, will eat.
Oak tree beds down, for the night, beside the garden.

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under the cloud

I watched it falling
The shower from the sky
Aided by the breeze

I saw it coming
A python from the forest
Weed shook when she swayed

Details | Personification | |

Birth of a Poet

The animals know better than us. The rain has never poured so loudly in a key so soft.
To the front, the sailing of city buses and mini vans cruising across in this weather makes the water underneath their tires sound like the street is crying out for 5 more minutes of sleep. Up above, the trees are protecting a nest of baby blue jays before they get washed away by the silence of their mother not being there. But with sky blue young spirits, and small empty stomachs, they keep hope alive in the fact that even children know storms and struggles don’t last forever.
Below the trees, nature has found a name to call it’s own. From the hole dug by the little boy next door, a family of three foxes have named human nature sanctuary, and burrowed their problems into the sediment to rest for a while.
To the side of the hole, a flock of ducks are swimming in the water with eyes open wide enough to where you can see their loyalty to love one another rushes wild.
To the right of the pond, caged up in a man made blanket, and lost in his own mind, is the boy. From what he remembers, last night was like a train accident; A head on collision of two people he could’ve sworn he saw holding hands just the other day. He hears the sound of plates shattering in C-minor, and the chorus of words that his parents screamed in F-sharp, so he imprisoned himself in his own bed sheets, accompanied by the courageous corduroy bear who he swears keeps hearing whisper “everything will be okay.”
It’s raining outside, and the crescendos of screams have been silenced by it’s peaceful security.
The boy, sleeps soundly now. The rain has protected his ears, and guarded his heart from being washed away by all of his nightmares.
He doesn’t care whether he wakes up. The baby blue jay, the resourceful fox and the brave little duck are all he wants to keep dreaming about.
Maybe he’ll run away into the rain? Or maybe into the arms if his mother?, whom he prays he can still recognize. To the left of his bed, he picked up the blank page of his coloring book and a crayon, and became a life long poet in that moment that morning. Taking a deep breath in, and giving a soft breath out, his first sentence was
“The animals know better than us.”

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The landscape of an african soul - Tuli Circle

As dawn peers over the edge of the sky,
In a space of the lonely kopjes and cacti.
Where God roamed to the edge of a scorched wilderness,
and stared into the vast land of nothingness.




The springs of vitality forced from the ground below
Sweet honey dew, taste of life, transforms this dusty bowl

Where quenched thirsts were satisfied, 
Hunger for food became starvation and slowly crippled the dreary 
Only the toughest would survive, no room for the weary

As time pasted, it forgot this flat open bush
where grass and shrub became razor sharp and prickly scrub.
harsh and foreboding.

The Shashe river snaking through the sandy ground
with dust and rubble on the fortress mound 

So men came to conquer and forge his own path,
What madness is this, why was he so daft.
But, when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object
History is written.

Wheels of progress move steadily forward
Rocks being used to build roads, bridges, houses, and prisons
So hard, tough, and cold these objects are to house the idea of future dreams and missions.

The stubborn will to settle, 
made peoples focus rock solid.
But as time marches out and onward,
the memories and sentiments pasted through like a gentle breeze. 

All that is left is the forgotten memories, graves, and relics of buildings old,
Hunters, Riders, and Voortrekkers cry out from the dust and sand,
that fortress of Pioneers, Tuli.

Details | Ballade | |

Beautiful life

Beautiful Life.

Sometimes my life’s so beautiful
My heart begins to weep
When life just seeps on into me
So very, very deep
The power sends out a message
With the sound of the falling rain
There’s nothing now that matters
The mystic’s back again.

I feel just like a squirrel
On a sunny morn in spring
I don’t know why it happens
But it’s like a kind of dream.
As the rain goes clitter, clatter
Like it beats an old tin can
The sky be like a curtain
As the rain comes falling down.

I’m having them more often
These kind of mystic days
And today the rain is falling
And it kind of feels okay.
Yes I’m caught within the mystic
As the rain plays loud and true
All logic gone to roaming
And that’s a good thing too.

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

My Yard the Fruit Bouquet

My Yard the fruit bouquet By Weston Gregory

Its gonna be that day again, 
when the sunshine reveal the morning
And makes you smile,
To watch a petal opening its fragrant scent 
drawing you right in

Atop the dew on a leafy limb, flying fast a humming bird pause;
Then whiz, again passing your eyes glistening and the feelings 

I’m foliage free but my yard isn't like me
From its height a pear,
A heart shape avocado dotting about the sour sop
Could not have its tangy sweetness retract
Its skin like a spiky hat

Bread fruit, mango custard and hanging just a stretch
Planted for a next man to get
The fruit none other than the sweet sop
Barely can you refuse the bumpy look its got
None the nectar that have anything on that

All year round sight and scent of hibiscus, water lily, Cercee 
And orchid
All but make our glad bag bust
That though elusive
Such bouquet can be found in our yard its beauty an 
Added bonus 

Details | Ballade | |

It's here at last

It’s here at last

At last the spring is really here
The weather’s warm and sweet
The doves up in the seed trays coo
As so peacefully they eat
The fountain plays a melody
As wispy clouds up in the sky
 They form in me these images
As the morning passes by

Geraniums in their many hues
They shine out in the sun
The dog runs round with rubber bone
He’s having heaps of fun
The mulberry tree is so alive
She loved that winter rain
She knows as she grows her baby shoots
That the rain was not in vain.

The washing hanging on the hoist
Gives out such sweet perfume
One would think the gentle rose
Was close with tender bloom
Mauve hibiscus dances softly
Within the cooling breeze
And all of this portrayed together
It gives my mind such ease.

9 September 2013 @ 1924hrs.

Details | Haiku | |

skittering leaves

brown head tucked

   'neath ruffled feathers

         leaves skittering by

Details | Light Poetry | |

Do you like Pigeons Dad

‘Do you like Pigeons Dad’

“Oh No”

‘But Why?’

“They’re scummy things
They’re Rats with wings
They’re vermin of the sky”

‘That can’t be right Dad’

“It is”

‘How So?’

“They pilfer seed
They breed at speed
And harbour disease you know”

‘Are you sure dad’

“Oh Yes”

‘Since when?’

“Since the Rock Pigeon flew
And ended up in a stew
Since their domestication by men”

‘But I like Pigeons Dad’

“I know
You do”

‘I like how they sing
I like the shape of their wing
So you should like them too’

“But I don’t like Pigeons Son.
Not now.
Not ever.
Their walk is bizarre,
They crap on my car
And they’re really not that clever”

'But Daaaad…

...they wake me in the morning,
With their delightful coo,
Their plumage is wonderful - an iridescent blue.
They look good in the garden Dad
They don’t make such a mess
Do you like Pigeons Dad?’


[This poem was the result of being asked this question many, many, many times by my son. My son is on the autistic spectrum - he has Asperger's Syndrome to give the official diagnosis. He is a lovely human being & I love him dearly. But one of his most irritating traits, is the fact that he asks the same questions continuously all day every day. No matter how you respond, the same question will be posed minutes later. Currently and for at least the last 2 to 3 years: 'Do you like pigeons daddy?' is his favourite/most frequently asked question. Now that you know that, perhaps you can really feel the exasperation in that final ..."Yes"]

Details | Crown of Sonnets | |

A Stone In The Cold - 6

Ahead, the bear in sudden motion stands. With a surge of strength, I turn unstayed by fear, a welling force inside to take command. A grim rivalry, but respect we share, yet, uncontrolled the bear imperious roars. With enraged might, he swings his bloody head. His pain in a thundering bellow soars. Off into the dense forest, he has fled. I slip haphazard through death's devious plan, and kneel in the damp crimson covered ground with survival hard-won by these two hands. I rise to face night as darkness surrounds. The wild's full of creatures, stealthy and bold I must build a shelter, to fight the cold.

Details | Free verse | |


Bursting from within the heart of a blizzard shock wave,
Shutters the flexing eye of this white hurricane storm,
Shattering the inner core into a blazing shards torrent,
A miracle of utter mystical enchantment occurs,
In this ancient incantations sacred spell.
It is a crystallized super nova’s raw force, exploding from
The inner guttural roar of nature giving birth, to
The snow bird of paradise.
In its translucent chamber egg of ice, resting in the
Diamond dust covered nest, lined with crystal frozen gems,
Shimmering beneath the chilling Artic sun, as the
Freezing embrace of mother earth, rocks her starling,
Kindred off spring, waiting, are anticipating its hatching.
Ever tenderly the life within stirs, as if a captured moment
Of purities grace, encapsulated in brilliance opulence,
The shells shard melts away, in a hushed display of beauties
Refinement and complete elegance.
Nature itself seems to hold its very breath, as the
Snow bird rises, for the first motions step, in a swaying
Waltz of harmony.
Behold the snow bird strides forth, fanning her plumage
Behind, a white laced peacock is exposed, unfolding its winged
Feathers delicately, one by one, until the colors
Reflect the light rays from the polar sun.
Gleaming in radiance, the fineries majestic appendages
Sparkle with razzle-dazzles adornments, yet the winds brush
At her downy softness, as if caressing the fleece of a new
Born lamb’s wool, ever so gently.
Plumages lace of snowflakes spread wide, in a splendors display
Of glitz and glamour, as the fluffy strains ripple in the night winds
Whispering, come along my beautiful creation, it is time to warm
My soil with springs everlasting promise, once more.


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Deadly Mistake

trip and splash
teeth take advantage and sink
flock must flee

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The Poem Tree

The poem tree is a very safe haven, 
for birds and fowl, a hawk, a raven, or
a little barn owl.The tree could be a
silhouette, or the finest place to raise
your pet.The poem tree could bear
the fruit of life.Such as apples and 
pears, with morning dew.A wonderful
place to play the flute.The poem tree
could have a nest.Giving birds with 
eggs, a place to rest.It could capture
a kite who someone lost, or be bitten
by the morning frost.It could capture
a balloon, which went astray, or drop
all its leaflets by the bay.The poem
tree could have a lollipop, or maybe
a candycane, umbrella branches, to
stop the rain.The tree could protect
all animals, from an oncoming flood, 
and keep all the tree bugs out of the
mud.Above the tree the sun will shine.
Home for a raccoon, or a porcupine..

The Poem Tree by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2011,2014.All rights reserved.

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Questions for everyone

Questions for everyone

Has anybody ever sat? 
In a garden filled with flowers
Have you felt the magic there?
Have you felt the power?
Have you sat there with the body still?
And the mind too, just the same?
Have you ever lost yourself?
As the mind stopped playing games

Have you seen those magic colours?
And really seen them too!
Have you felt the touch of the morning breeze?
Have you seen the way she do?
Touch those branches with her glory
Make them dance in the morning sun
As the sparkles nearly blow your mind
And you’re the holy one?

Have you ever heard the dove’s warm Coo
And that deep, deep ravens croak?
Have you seen the mulberry tree?
As she dons her summers coat?
And radiance and reverence
Are all that one can know
Have you ever sat there in the garden?
And watched the morning flow.

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A Hunger Caress

Wanting salmon now
Soft paw pads caress my face
Melting I spoil her.

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Happy Life

The trees are dancing 
Birds are flying peacefully 
They make life happy

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Elephant Song

Back in 1950 things were very different
the plains of Africa teemed with life
vast herds of elephants some 80 years or more
once a hunters paradise no thought to the future

This land was raped by people time and again
harsh years of drought cause great suffering
as the temperatures soar up in the 120's
land barren and dying parched for rain

These days we are far more enlightened
now shooting mainly done with camera
but still the damage is done numbers depleted
few elephants of even 40 years to led the herds

Now we are aware and try to conserve
their plight well known now through media
maybe in years to come the 80-90 year olds
will freely roam the African savannah again

Sadly due to man crowding the plains
we never again will see the vast herds
they say an elephant never ever forgets
what a wealth of knowledge they have

Each week now we hear news of births
of some of the rarest animals on earth
working together in conservation
we can live side by side in harmony

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one-legged-bird stands stressless  
heron shows no restlessness 
one momentum of movement
unheralded inducement 

nature's  fair plan will reveal 
my goldfish goal of his steal
with a fish he will abscond 
leaves frostbitten edge of pond

the moment is  history
shocking feelings felt lively 
my goldfish – our ponds first fish 
ending life on heron's dish 

no moments to wave goodbye
goldfish airborne sky high 

©Ellie Daphne

Note - I have re-written the earlier version into this sonnet.

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In Must

He was an old male with some years still to go.
Testing the air he could smell something alluring
that heated his blood and sent him into must.

Thick mucus  ran from his eyes and other orifices 
and at full speed he followed the scent,
other animals fled as he trampled by.

Intent on only one thing fifty miles away
he crashes  through all in his way.
trumpeting his desire as he goes.

On arrival the other males cede
as he charges through them to her.
She has waited refusing all others.

Knowing that he was on the way
an awesome sight as dripping he mounts.
At last done he is soon again on his way.

His must will last several days so time
is against him as from female to female
he goes leaving in them all his seed.

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Swift does the shallow river flow
beneath the trees that upwards grow,
Kingfishers sit on a shoreline rock
hunting fish in the water below

Starlings swarm in a large blue flock
at dusk and dawn at six of the clock,
A stunning spectacle that's a must to see
while sitting on a boat in the dock

Gulls and Terns bob about on the sea
before they depart like an irate banshee,
they swoop and dive in an aerial tableau
a sight to be seen and a thing of beauty

Sandpiper, Whimbrel and Plover are seen
from high water to surf and points in between.

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Watching the Dolphins

Watching the Dolphins

It was down there in Augusta
 A town south west of Perth
We went there for a holiday
This place has so much worth
The ocean is so wonderful
The river so serene
It be one of the nicest towns
That I have ever seen.

While there we went by tourist boat
To seek the Dolphins out
A lady played some sweet music
So if they were about
These dolphins they would come to listen
For sweet tunefulness they love
Well, this day they danced all about
As the sun shone high above.

We watched them swim beside our boat
It was a wondrous scene
It seemed these creatures they were dancing
Their world seemed so serene
I could not help but love these beasts
As we watched them swim that day
They seemed to love us human beings
They had such friendly ways.

6 June 2014 @ 0733hrs.

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All About the Spider

One thing that spiders always love to do Spin their webs of mastery just for you Beauty of their fine, silvery web strings Holding each drop of water in its rings The center holds the granddaddy of all Creator of this masterpiece installed He sits just waiting for the naive bug Then he kills it with his engrossing drug The spider can build this web in one night Some webs are quite the incredible sight Web makes it through many types of weather Even powerful storms could not bother Spider spins all of its webbing just right Web and spider work together with might
Russell Sivey Contest: Along Came a Spider...... Sponsor: Suzanne Delaney 6/2/2013

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The tigress' mark

She prowls the night
with clenched jaw and pride,
nothing able to smite
her remorseless stride.

The ominous reflection of moon 
shines forth from devouring eyes
of a nocturnal beauty spun on the loom
of the Creator's bid and sighs.

Grace moves her every limb
and she precedes an enraged scream
caused by ruins of a forest now grim
and held alive by all but one stream.

Her claws prophesy of vengeance 
though her heart yearns for reconciliation.
Yet now there would be no leniency 
for a soul's annihilation. 

Now on journeys through lush valleys and ashes
she will embark
until all that remains after furious thrashes
will be the tigress' mark.

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Watch and listen carefully.
There, do you hear the stirring?
Wander over and move the bracken
see the hedgehog scurry away,
now fat and sleepy

Tall pines are waving
as the gentle breeze blows
branches are dancing

Aromatic scent of their wood
floods the valley, everything
smelling so fresh from the tang.
Birds sing out in happiness
perching high up in the canopy.

The mighty oak who's
heavily laden acorns
crash down to the ground

Squirrels quickly gather them up
to store for winter hiding them
in hollow trunks and small cracks.
Then tuck themselves up
in their dreys to hibernate

Horse chestnut ripens
swelling up in fruition
kernels taste so sweet

Now the hot chestnut sellers
stand by their braziers
toasting the nuts
passing them out in
brown paper bags,
watch the child tossing one
from hand to hand
impatient for them to cool

Ash stately stands guard
over the silent churchyard
no trespassing here

Well tended graves
nestle under its canopy
crosses and angels standing watch too,
a quiet place to come and reflect.

Yew so poisonous
keeps the animals at bay
protecting the graves

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Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”

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Black Beauty

Like a shadow against the twilight
 The dark beast gallops gracefully
 Majestic. Mighty. Magnificent. 
His long, flowing mane and whipping tail
 Like banners unfurled in the wind
 As he crosses the verdant field
 Ablaze with golden dandelions
 His shiny, silky, dusky coat shimmers
 Like a sable spectre in the setting sun
 His raw, rippling Muscles 
His power and strength
 And a pure unbridled force
 Demand respect. 
His trot like thunder
 Echoes in the distance.
 His neigh, like the crepuscular call 
Of a wild, magical beast
 Reminds us that he is a perfect, living portrait 
Of his ancestors, the wild mustangs.
 Tempest is his name,
 And a torrential tempest flows 
Through his pulsating, pumping veins.

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Jock with his Cock

There was once a Scotsman called Jock Who was always stroking his cock But when the clock struck ten He then turned to his hen The egg basket is now restocked . 05/07/2014

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A Mermaid's Point of View

They pollute our waters, the land, the air
They pollute the planet without a care

They kill our friends from down below
As they swim up to say hello

They build weapons to kill each other
They don't respect each race or colour

They try to hunt us in every way
But they cannot find our hideaway

We'll never surface because we fear
We cannot trust the humans here

by Ana Espinola Collins

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The escape

The Escape.

Two field mice took a walk one day
Then feeling tired, they'd walked a ways
They thought they'd stop and rest a while
For home was further on some miles.

Then they heard the pad of old Toms paws
Which spooked them quite a bit I'm sure
As the cat purred loudly to see the mice
And thought "a meal it would be nice!"

Their whiskers quivered nervously
As, our two mice made haste to flee
So off they scampered for their lives
As old Tom cat for them did strive

That old cat looked he, high and low
And where they were he didn't know
As the two they trembled neath a bush
They could almost touch that mean old puss.

Then Tom gave up and skulked away
And the two mice lived another day
And their lungs filled up with gratitude
They'd foiled that old tom cat, so rude.

Peace, Socrares Dec 2 2003

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Finding His Legs

Wet and shiny coat,
Extremities shake and quake;
Newborn foal’s first stand.

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The Scottish Wild Cat giving facts of its Life

I am a big admirer of all large cats, one of my favourites being the Scottish Wild Cat.
It is one of the wildest of all cats and will fight to the death to protect its kitten even with a golden eagle. It avoids humans like the plague preferring to live a solitary life.
They have survived human for over 500 years longer than the wolf and over 1000 years more than the bear and british lynx. They have been on the planet for millions of years before either humans or domestic cats. 
They look much like a tabby but gait like a big cat, males weigh between 6-9kg, females smaller 5-7kg. They have rotating wrists and razor sharp claws for gripping and climbing trees. Fossil remains have been found measuring 4 feet.
They can sprint at 30mph and fall from massive heights landing on their feet, they are a stealth hunter and mainly nocturnal covering up to 10km range. Even when born in captivity they are un-tamable.
They charge when fighting but don't lie on their sides like domestic cats.. Renowned for biting right through gauntlets vets dart if they have to handle them.
Wild Cats enjoy their own space and daily schedules. They like things to be peaceful so live as far from humans as possible. Usually heavily forested and near water, they frequently change dens.
They are a friend of crop farmers by keeping down rabbits etc. They only eat meat consuming most if not all of what they kill. Killing by grabbing prey and pulling it down then biting through either neck or spine.
Wild Cats like to fish by using their paws to scoop out fish, and like eels, lizards and frogs. Their other food is small deer, ground birds and hares, nowadays they rarely take a lamb seeming to know the farmer will try to kill them. Most Scottish farmers are proud to have a Wild Cat on their land.
Their night vision is exceptional about seven better than ours. They can rotate their ears 180 degrees enabling them to hear all around them. They then triangulate and pinpoint the source, and exceptional balance as well make it a super predator.
Some Facts taken ad lib
Mating season: January to March, most births in April to May
Oestrus: 2 to 8 days, in presence of males
Gestation: 63 to 68 days
Litter size: Mean 3.4, range 1 to 8
Age at independence: 4 to 5 months, up to 10 months
Age at sexual maturity: Females 10 to 12 months, males 9 to 10 months
Inter birth interval: one year, females can only exceptionally breed twice in one year, such as when the first litter is lost
Mortality: Studies suggest human caused mortality (snares, roads, gunshot) account for up to 92% of deaths
Longevity: Probably around 6 to 8 years in the wild, up to 15 years in captivity 
Usually one litter a year with 3-4 kittens born in early spring, they learn to hunt from roughly 7-9 weeks old by the mother bringing home live prey then with her becoming independent around 5-6 months.
This just scrapes the surface of this fascinating cat. I think the following quote sums them up well
"They'll fight to the death for their freedom; they epitomise what it takes to be truly free I think."
Mike Tomkies
If interested you will find most if not all you want to know on this site

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She stalks the garden looking for a feast Once she gets one, she can bite or incite Gaze into her playful eye for instance Quickly am caught in her magical trance. As the sun sets, she comes out of her den Cycle of life goes on from dusk to dawn Espoused to live by the light of moonshine With nocturnal visits of joy consigned She’s the lower cavum nester’s delight And don’t excavate her own nesting site Managing for food and warmth for winter Taking vantage of other’s living quarters. Known over the world, a flying squirrel As dawn breaks she plays in dim auroral.
============================= Dr. Ram Mehta Fifth Place Win Contest: Impress Me (Sonnet)by Giorgio V.

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Along Came A Hairy Spider

Eight legged hairy spider
We can see it everywhere
It can’t fly but with a long and sticky web
Insects will stuck and grab it with speed

On one moonless starry night
The shadow of a spider is in sight
Combined with color orange and black
On top of the giant leaves ready to attack

On its throne between two trees
Lies a perfect web for flying insects
A home for a king with fangs so big
Perfect position for grabbing flies on twigs

June 7, 2013
8Th Place Winner
For Suz-D Contest

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They’re everywhere
These pretty little creatures
On the serpent road to Exmouth
They be some of the features
Along with Emus, Kangaroos
And handsome birds of prey
These little goats be bountiful
They’re all along the way.

They be domestic goats 
Who’ve gone back to the wilds
Where they have bred one million fold.
As one moves along the miles
These little goats be seen so much
In their many shades and hues
Don’t know where they got their water
It be tough country too.

The weather here be hot and dry
As the sun bakes everything
And mostly here no rain does fall
To drinking water bring.
And yet these goats look healthy as
Such nimble little beasts
You’d see some dead there in the road
As the crows do have their feast.

That be the price of progress
That poor beasts have to die
That be the curse of human beings
Sometimes it makes me cry
Yet still they be so plentiful
These handsome little guys
Another little part of nature
That make love in me rise.

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About those boys

~Contextual Tale~

Five days endurance
Trek in wild animal kingdom.
They 're group of boys.

For:) Charles Henderson's contest

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Pitter, patter
Drip, drop
Wet green leaves.
Plants rustle
Creak, shriek
Of the rainforest's sleeves.
Thunder crackle
Boom, clap
Pour of dark rain
Tweet, tweet
Birds' feet
Soaked sugarcane
Quiet night
Dark sight
Tomorrow is another day.

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An Eagle

It soars in the empty space surrounded by the blue sky,
its wings freely spread wide.

It eyes the ground below it, seeing everything that is still
or moving, giving it an image of a sky king; no other bird 
can see as far as it.

As its feathers start waning their glow with age, it seeks refuse
high up in the mountains; it painfully plucks its feathers, and breaks
its old beak against the rocks. As time passes, the Sun's rays kiss
its body, and new feathers come to be, and a new powerful beak
sprouts from within it. The sky birds then get their king once more.....

It is also a divine symbol to many Native American tribes,
and a symbol of strength in present times.

If God would ask me what kind of animal I would want to be if I was
to reincarnate, I would say, "Yes, an eagle I would want to become!"

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Giants of Gravity

Oh! monolithic bones ,life magnified 
In Millennial mists, what gravity, defied?
While you who shook the earth  have turned to oil
Somehow we can't forget your great turmoil
And left to probe the mystery in our psyche
Of how and why you disappeared from sight
Can wonder if Earth's forces changed against you
And plunged you to extinction overnight
If memory of our fear would disappear
Leviathan bones proclaim,  once you were here.

Suzanne Delaney

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Farm Life

   flock of sheep
   anxiously wait -
   farmer arrives late

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Ring Leader

Personally I don't like the way he gets up 
Every morn sqawking, strutting his stuff around, don't like, yup

Ring leader in the morn with his self-centeredness
His behavior exudes narcism and great abrasivesness

His neck stretched, chest extended, muslces flexed ready
This Rhode Island Red crows from dawn 'til sun up and steady


Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Contest: Personifying Science
Written: 09-26-13

A form of Poulter's Measure 
Written in rhyming couplets

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I’ve never  befriend her.
Spider! She can never be my friend.
I can’t afford her disdainful sights
In the day and in the night.

Spider! She can never be my friend.
I can’t afford her anything.
The walk of her webs on my face,
When going out should I relate?
Her dirty fingers around my rooms
Upon my wall, ceilings,
And every nooks and crannies of my home.

She can’t be my child.
If she happens to be, I will disown her 
On the day she is born.
She can’t be a member of my family.
If she happens to be, she won’t last long.
She can’t be my in law
If she is chanced to be, I will despise her.

Ugh Spider! I can’t just withstand her
Presence in my vicinity.

I have never befriend her
And never will I.
I have never befriend her fellow arachnids
And never will I (too).  

#May be some one will tell me reasons why I should like her#
Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.

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What makes me tick serens contest

What makes me tick?

You ask me the question on what makes me tick
Well this I will answer, and answer it quick

Flowers and trees, the birds and the beasts
And all of the beauty on which my eyes feast.

Rivers and lakes, and oceans as well
And all of the dreams in which I do dwell

Music and poetry, Astrology too
And all of the wonderful things that I do.

These things keep me breathing and loving my life
And last but not least is my beautiful wife.

10 September 2013 @ 1353hrs.

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Great barnacled leviathan of the deep
  Do on shifting pelagic currents forge:
From the shadows rolling giant lids peep
  In chase of fish, of squid, of krill to gorge.
Beneath the waves in echolocation
  Breaching bulls and cows dive the feeding pod,
And from the depths of ocean migration
  Lie in wait the harpooner's deadly prod!
Now age-old haunts and breeding grounds die out,
  But not the chilling whalesong far reaching:
Only cavernous mouths unmade to shout
  Trapped by time and tide on remote beaching.
Cease the killing hunt and let us atone
The ancient catch of oil, meat, and whalebone.

July 1992

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Red Bug

Red bug

*spotted *

on leaf.

Lady bug.

Peter Dome.copyright.2013.Dec.

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Cherry Blossoms Bee

Cherry blossoms call, beckon nature's majesty-- and the humble bee.

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Scurrying along
Amid the leaves and acorns 
Squirrel's amusement

©2014 by Regina Riddle

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Lilac Colored Butterflies

Flying from the deep blue sky up above Lilac colored butterflies come evolve Encircling me and my delighted trees There's no greater beauty than what you see All have brightened at the sight of nature I don’t think that there’s a better answer Trees alight to the wonderment therein Delightful presence as breeze on the skin The cloudless sky keeps firm its blue color And the grass holds its ground, we all want more The birds take flight into the bright cool air Shadows of them skirt the floor everywhere Nature, a wondrous sight each time you see You just have to get out to find it’s free
Russell Sivey

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Night shift, unseen, predatory
creatures skulking in darkness
coats glistening in cold moonlight,
takers amid the searchers
awakening the stench of fear
within the city limits.

John G. Lawless
Night Creatures – poetry contest

no. 3 coyote

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Also known as a furze-pig, urchin or hedgepig Your collective name is an array or prickle – how apt! To me you are one of the cutest animals in the land Born blind but soon you open beady black eyes Your little snout pokes out and helps you forage You love to eat worms, caterpillars and snails Sometimes a tasty frog, baby bird or eggs Your body is covered in defensive prickly spines These are prone to fleas, oh that would make me itch! Curling into a ball at the first sign of danger Badgers, foxes and owls are your main predators How I love the autumn, I find you nestled in the hedgerows You sleep until you come out to play at night Sometimes I wish I was like you and could hibernate Sleep though the cold dull dreary dark winter days You communicate by squealing, grunting and snuffling … (I wonder… are all hedgehogs male!) Sadly you are not very adept at crossing the road I often see you as road kill and that makes me sad 09~29~14 Contest: Animal Poem Sponsor: Regina Riddle ~awarded 3rd Place ~

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Cherry Tree Butterflies

There was a cherry tree on our property Usually there would be butterflies in it The beautiful large red ones full of glory They flutter around just for my benefit They move so quietly up around the sky Sometimes they fly so very high, way up high Their proudest moments has to be in the tree Here motions are shown quickly, so very free
Russell Sivey

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Creature Comfort-Collab With Deb Wilson

In the midst of the dewdrops that sparkle the morning the bluebird of happiness sang without warning. Basking in the sun of a new day's light then spreading it's wings for a first day flight. The sun grew so large in the painted sky while creatures stirred in the forest nearby. Frolicking in the shadows the animals play in search of new adventures that may come their way. They stop and they sniff as humans come near to their woodland home but they feel no fear. As the dewdrops fade into afternoon delight the evening comes a calling with a beautiful starlit night. The furry ones scurry towards peaceful repose. In the forest they'll sleep till the morning light glows. Peace and love flourish in this forest all day long. May your mind enjoy the beauty before it's all gone.
7-15-13 Thanks Deb... I enjoyed working on this with you as well...

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The Thinker

Koala the Australian version of. “The Thinker”, sits high. Ponders the spicy tang of his next meal then, he’ll sleep for hours. People gawk at him, as he munches eucalyptus.

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Watching with wise eyes, 
Gliding through the air of night, 
There goes its prey... Hoot!

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Humpback Whales

A breath I have ached to suck in.
Happens only when I am able to
stare out across the endless ocean 
at my special spot waiting for their arrival.

The Humongous Beasts of the blue water.

Performing with entertainment
of splashes and spout-blowing
for all who come and watch.

What they cannot see,
is the sadness that is taking place
way down in the heart of
this hugest animal of the world.

Their souls crying out to anyone who hears-
our loved ones are continuing to die.
There are not many of us left.
The same animals that
are robbing them of life,
anxiously await
to enjoy their presence.

They do not understand, they do not understand.

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I'm talking parasites

I’m talking parasites.

Sometimes people make me laugh
When they have the cheek to say
That some beast be a parasite
In an angry kind of way
When it comes to speaking parasites
There’s one thing comes to mind
The biggest parasites on Earth
They come from the human kind.

All animals, they have to eat
Or else they’d surely die
We’ve taken all their land away
[Now this you can’t deny]
Some we bring from other lands
[It’s we who brought them here]
Then wonder why they be a threat
To me its very clear.

Yet, we’re the biggest threat of all
We pillage all our Earth
Clog it up with all our ****
And take away it’s worth
We’re destroying all the world around
Killing beasts, destroying trees
So when we speak of parasites
The very worst kind, we be.

23 May 2013 @1400hrs.

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Bird Song

The birds sing a song

On a tree that is very high

Music fill the air

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(Double Choka) Over the mountains Sun shines in all its splendor Beautiful trees stand out tall Birds assemble there Eagles soar right to the top Wild flowers covers the ground Blue mountains stand grand Deers and bears roam all around Eyes can't get enough nice scene All trees seem to glow You can feel God's loving touch Breathe in enjoy all the view. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 aka ladylove copyright@2014 December, 4, 2014

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Thin Ice

I'm not quite sure where I should begin
We are all on ice that has grown thin
When the Polar Bears have become extinct
Will that be the time we all start to think?

With the ice melting the ocean will rise
The cause of flooding cannot be disguised
Artic animals provided us a warning
Now it's our people that we are mourning

Still we all choose to keep heads in the sand
Not listening to what our Scientists demand
So we are the Authors of our own demise 
Not caring for Polar Bears isn't very wise

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The Valley of Bones - Chitake Springs

Lives passing by like a mirage
Stick images move through haze
The view is hard on your gaze

Footprints embedded in the ground
Echoes of the a time when life had a sound 
Rolling in on hooves like thunder
Water draws the wildlife, like flies to a corpse in this valley of dry bones.

Chitake Springs, land of valleys, ridges, ravens, and dust.
Baobabs, sunsets, and elephant bulls in must.
Feelings come in with rain and are blown away with the wind. 

Water draws life to its brim.
Life without it is pretty grim.
The river creates curved contours in the land 
Painted in browns, yellows, and muddy blues in the sand.
Its colors melt together, soothing, and brewing.

Windy days and water bubbling
deep down in the belly of the earth.
As the heat sets in and the dust clouds grow.
The conflict of the titans comes to blows.

Brought with tension and strife, 
Like distance thunder and rumbles,
tell of animals in strength of numbers.

As buffalo climb clumsily down the cliffs and valleys into the watery grave,
Eyes of predators peer from the bush as their prey 
Strides to the sweet cool relief of the water
Little do they know that they are like sheep heading for the slaughter

As the heads of weary animals go down to drink, 
tough though their determination be to savor every drop.
A presence they can’t escape is luring 
Nerves on edge and fear brewing

The paws of death stalk with lighting precision
Until the animals are in clear vision
With an almighty dash of speed the chase is on
The game of life and death has just begun

Chitake Springs, drama is never far
Spoken of with a breath of excitement and terror
No one is ever quite sure of what to expect
Life is a balance of chance; this is the secret that is well kept

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Scarlet Creature

This is the kind of creature that goes out into the night to steal bricks to build its' niche.
It more than crosses a courtesy line. Happens more in  the winter;other seasons just fly by.
Swift as the bitter wind the creatures must move as the gypsies do. They must borrow as the thieves pulling out every trick up each sleeve. 
Maddened by the stars, they follow them like arrows of direction. Cheaters!
Must be nice having nature direct their worst behavior. 
The Harlot Scarlet of the night is so beautiful any family would give away their hard earned bread, their last. Clearly getting robbed impeccably as
it goes without notice. But what is seen is never told in eyes of gold. 
Another win for creatures of night.

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Duck Billed Platypus

The duck-billed platypus is odd and, if the product of a god, 
it's difficult to understand, why such an animal was planned, 
but maybe when the rest was done, there was stuff left and so begun 
one animal made from the dregs, made wearing fur and laying eggs, 
enough left for a creature that, was smaller than a household cat, 
with waterproof thick body hairs, packed denser than a polar bear's. 

Its hearing's good, its eyesight keen, but colour vision doesn't mean 
much to it; strangely still we find, when hunting, it hunts deaf and blind 
for underwater, its prey yields, its presence in electric fields 
which guide the platy to its kill, through sensors in its duck-like bill. 

The mating season brings new quirks, two ovaries, but just one works, 
the left one has to do for her, while he sports a strange poisoned spur; 
for this creature is, not least, the only furry venomed beast. *

*All the facts above were checked, but one turned out not quite correct
Alas, the last line is not true - there also is a venomed shrew!

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Rescue Operation

Mother used her third arm
for most everything,
her all-around solution
for problem solving.
Once, she used it to save
the life of a common toad.

The snake was guilty 
of nothing more than a move
to assuage his hunger. He soon 
fell victim to Mother's expertise
in wielding a hoe. As he slithered
along the cotton row, she chopped
him in two pieces just beyond
the bulge in his frame.

She then used her hoe
to push the frog out
toward light and freedom.

Mr. Toad sat for a time,
blinking in the sun,
then hopped back into his world.

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NO Contest contest haiku

Bear grabs boy take out
Appetizer punches snout
No longer hungry

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3 Spring Haiku

Pill bugs wet with dew
as crawling gray domes mirror
green turf, salmon sun.

Copter seeds whirling,
a squirrel chases paper
treasure for her nest.

Young cat mock-tweeting,
wily sparrows unheeding,
paws press on the screen.

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Australia was made for me

Australia was made for me.

Sometimes, I just like to be
All alone and fancy free
There with nature by a lake
Awareness totally awake
As I catch the whiff of a big gum tree
Green parrots they fly over me
I hear the Ravens lonely caw
And nature thrills me more and more.

I watch the lake a glimmering
Reflections to my mind she brings
There’s a kind of lovely gentleness
The breeze, my still form does caress
 As I walk upon the velvet grass
The power of nature oh, so vast
Does seep into the heart of me
Enthralling me with mystery

Some pounding kangaroos come by
There gracefulness, oh my, oh my!!
It stuns my mind, oh what a sight!
Such power does my soul delight
Such beauty, this Australia
It makes my sense of wonder stir
No grander place I could foresee
This sacred land was made for me.

8 May 2014 @ 1235hrs.

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Flying like a bird
Over skies and oceans blue
My wing span is huge

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Australias shame

Australia's shame

Four Million Kangaroos they say
In the year of 0 0 nine            
They could be murdered by cruel men
And this old heart of mine
It fills with sorrow over this
These icons of our land
Are shot down for the sake of it
To die upon the sand.

They have to shoot each in the head
Authorities, they say
They tell us this be more humane
And this they think’s okay!
Yet a hundred thousand carcasses
Tell us this is not so
These Kangaroos they die in pain
How can men sink so low?

As one travels the north-west roads
These beasts are everywhere
Mowed down by trucks, in death they lie
It isn’t bloody fair
I love these grand Marsupials
They be so beautiful
How can we treat such graceful beasts
So very, very cruel?

16 November 2013 @ 1355hrs.


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It was just that kind of day

It Was Just That Kind Of Day.

It was just that kind of day
With the Sun so soft and warm
As a certain kind of energy
Did move within my form
I could have walked the whole day long
As I felt Ma natures pull
Those river trails, oh Lord so beautiful

I passed a group of Kangaroos
Who were grazing by the river
As Parrots screeched above my head
And set my heart a quiver
And as those creatures gave their calls
A Kookaburra called
Those river trails, are kind of wonderful

It was that kind of day
That you’d like to last for years
With the country air rich in my lungs
And my mind all calm and clear
I could have walked forever there
Along that river trail
Just feeling good and living here and now.

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Dream with me

foggy skies
a gentle rain falls down from heaven
birds sing a lullaby and animals sleep in their dens
it is a balmy day in paradise
through the green-filled woods
and past the murky swamp
around the tall oak tree
and into the cool pool of water
mysteries lie beneath it's gently churning waves
things grow and live in underwater caves
a community it hosts
an internet of animals
along the salty coasts
join me on a stroll through my glorious isle
where jackals dance and sloths loll
walk with me through the forbidden shadows
sit with me under the canopy of tall trees
enjoy the beauty of this mysterious place
before you have to leave
already the sun calls you
you slowly open your eyes
and leave your paradise
instantly forgotten
as you look out at the morning skies

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As the daylight comes

As Daylight comes

The scented Eucalyptus tree
With Banksia by her side
Does shine beneath the fading sun
On this evening deified
As I watch the gleaming river flow
Past giant tingle trees
My mind fades into nothingness
To let the soul roam free.

This river, like a gentle dream
Creates serenity
To the ending of a perfect day
As I, Alone with me
Do venture where heart only goes
As soft green branches dance
With grace, upon the evening breeze
These surroundings to enhance.

A man below secures canoes
As small dog bold, and playful
Gives chase to ducks who waddle off
Then the evening growing cool
Brings on that silence only felt
At the ending of each day
I witness all with mind at ease
As blue skies fade to grey.

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The price of a meal

Oh, Penguin, how can you stand

In this dark and frozen land

Eating from the same old dish

Squishy Squids and finny fish

From the freezing depths you fly

Up and out into the sky

Then land abruptly on the ice

Dinning here, sure has it's price

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View from a Hill

Oh, I get such a lovely thrill
looking out from the top of a hill
The view is very heavenly
enchanting me with its beauty

Watching the clouds in the sky
I see them slowly drifting by
Some of them are white and fluffy
making me feel bright and cheery
Some are shaped like animals
A horse, a whale and other mammals

Looking down in the valley below
Trees are bathed with the sunshine's glow
Water in the stream that's flowing
is crystal clear and glistening

Yes, the view from the top of a hill
certainly gives me a lovely thrill

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The Albatross

Under thunder blows a colder wind, across an endless sea,   
Like a voice from the call of a far off shore in the solitude we perceive; 
For ago remained an innocent age, torn away by a thousand years
Where sincerity alone is tied to its own majestic grace;
But flow on the bluest waves over the oceans deep and wide   
Waiting long for things abandoned

Forsake those condemned to the early dawn, far past ten thousand year’s,
Still in all its silent symmetry, flies by a bird on wing;
Mysterious seemed that outstretched arm, in all 10 feet in span                                   
Grasping what came from the east, bound to rays of light; 
For seas are blessed by both good and bad 
Waiting long for what’s abandoned  

Fifty years is doomed to its own intent, lost in its own emotion,
While all that we can hold, is a time fifty thousand past;               
Come see what waits is a soul possessed, holding a daylights passage 
Where what seemed lost is an albatross, staring through its blacker eyes; 
But all we see is the bluest sea, left under tomorrow’s sky
Waiting long for things abandoned

Crashes still those crystalline waves, warmed by spring’s rebirth, 
Until we see an albatross, departing as the seasons change;
And a hundred thousand years escapes, slips away from time and place
Bound to the cliffs and bound to the rushes of a land so far away; 
For over the bluest sea, is the sunlight that we seek
Waiting long for those things abandoned      

Surrounded is he who waits in the shadow, lost to the rhythm we’ve created,
While somewhere stands an albatross, and drinks its salted wine;
For now is past a million years, gone to the mystery of life
Lost in the worth of simplicity and the innocents of desire;
But now the bluest sea is calm, with no sign of what is past
Waiting long for things abandoned
Escaped the thought of an albatross bound to the symbol of its virtue,
Leashed to the seas and the sound of the waves, longing a far off shore; 
Hold on to the meaning of our vision, past ten million years 
And hear the call of an albatross, its beauty and its wonder;
For here we see the bluest sea, in a land of lost intent
Waiting long for those things abandoned


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Foul air

It is hard to foul air
in a sleeping bear's lair.

Volodymyr Knyr

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Apocalyptic Visions

Earths red crust shudders
Skyline crackles purple forks
Famine feet flurry

My willow tree scorched
Lunar eclipse eternal
Barefoot beach walk dream

Volcanic ash views
A black season treelines crunch
Whimpered solo bark

Stagnant water tea
Pungent roots and herbs galore
Humanless abyss 

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A Squirrel's Treat

Now there’s a sound I’ve heard before,
The quietest knock on plastic door,
The squirrel on the other side,
Boldly stands, no need to hide,
He knows that there’s nothing to fear,
From the people within here,
But if he can just look so sweet,
He might just earn himself a treat,
And so he stands with widening eyes,
Hoping for a small surprise,
He waits patiently for bread,
With his tail so bushy and red,
Give him it dry and he might just utter,
“Thank you Miss, but where’s the butter?”

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Farewell Ginger

Walked her in the woods,
And on beaches; then crying,
We put her to sleep.

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The soul of the bull

The Soul of the Bull.

The one with Taurus in her chart
She’s loyal, tough and strong
She likes to spend each day in peace
To the earth she does belong
Patience is a trait of hers
And she loves to laze around
But if one chose to anger her
An enemy they’ve found.

She’s steady in each thing she does
And she’s good with her hands
She likes to be the silent one
She makes no strong demands
Possessiveness, this be her fault
She holds on much too tight
She must have her security
Before her life feels right.

Down to Earth, with common sense
This be the way she be
And willpower she has indeed
A hoarder so is she
She gives affection to her friends
And listens to their woes
And everyone who gets to know her
For her, their love just glows.

23 may 2013@0458hrs.

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Australia, my destiny

Australia, my destiny

When I was just a tiny lad
I met my uncle Will
He hailed from West Australia
And my mind he did fill
With stories of the Kangaroos
And all of its wild life
I knew that I would live there someday
When ere the time was rife.

When I was just a teenager
I met a fine young girl
She hailed from West Australia
And put me in a whirl
As she spoke to me about this land
Where now I choose to dwell
We married and she brought me here
To this land I love so well.

When I arrived in this great land
It felt like paradise
Oh, I could never live back home
Nay, not for any price
It must have been my destiny
To come to this fine country
Where everything is so laid back
And feels so very free.

12 November 2013 @1213hrs.

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Winter's Blanket

All night long the snow was falling
Day revealed a blanket white
Snow still floated from the heavens
Making such a pretty sight

Trees are weighed with heavy burdens
Fences topped with pointed hats
In the yard a complex pattern
Where the snow went through the slats

Quail are hopping by the window
Making little trails of tracks
Deer are stripping down the bushes
Shaking snowflakes off their backs

Though the day is white and cloudy
Still the snowflakes seem to speak
Saying, "Look at winter's blanket
It is perfect and unique."

I can't wait to make some snowballs
See the snowflakes flying by
And to feel the snowflakes stinging 
As I look into the sky

So I'll make myself a fire
And I'll heat myself some tea
Then I'll build a giant snowman
For the neighbor folks to see

When I get all wet and snowy
And my fingers get too cold
Then I'll make the biggest cookies
That my stove could ever hold

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The Synathroesmic Cow

Kooky cow,short- horned with humped back from east,
Thick white furs spotted like the jungle beast,
Your long brownish-black tail drives off the flies,
Thanks! O` egret for picking off  its lice.

Slow chewing of cuds deep into the night,
Legs shaking, teeth grinding a normal  rite,
Grass cutting diastema with mucus nose,
dripping down slowly to add to this  dose.

All-day your body moves  rickety  way,
Sluggishly lying down  like potter`s clay,
Milk oozing from a brown nipple big breast,
Rancid and congealed on the skin like crest.

CONTEST:"The Synathroesmic Cat" sponsored by Suzanne Delaney

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The Hunter

The wolf chants 
Music, song
In the hunt
Claiming rights
To the kill.
I wonder
What tonight
Mole or mouse
Did it share
Enjoy all
Or eat all
All the rest.

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Life in the Trees

beneath her green leaves secret life abounds and thrives call of the raven

Details | Ballade | |

Walking the wetlands

The sky be filled with laughter
That echo’s through the morn
I walk along this tree lined trail
Some hours after dawn
Loud Kookaburra, in a tree top
Seems to know what life’s about
He knows that it’s all just a dance
Of this he has no doubt.

The sky so blue above my head
Seems to look at me and smile
As feather feet go trekking on
To cover bliss filled miles
As coloured parrots in a tree
Do screech in bold delight
The sun shines down on twisted trees
And the morning shines so bright.

As lake reflecting golden sun
Shines back a million gems
Two Kangaroos, do cross my path
And I just look at them
And wonder at their magic forms
All muscular and grand
As I marvel at the beauty of
This lovely city’s wetlands

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The Ibis episode

The Ibis Episode

Today I walked into my garden
To give our dog attention
{Now he’s a dog so big and strong
I guess this I should mention}
And then my eyes, rested upon
This bird, a sacred Ibis
Which made me worry quite a bit
Cause my pond was filled with fish.

This big birds strutted round the place
He could not seem to fly
But I knew that if my Boy caught him
The poor bird well might die
So I was in a quandary
As to what I well might do
So I put the dog into the house
So I could think thing s through

I walked up to the mulberry tree
{He was perched upon a limb}
And I really got quite close to him
And softly spoke to him
He didn’t seem to mind at all
But then, he flew away
It seems he wasn’t hurt at all
Which really made my day.

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Lambs at Play

Joyfully the lambs bucked leaped and sprang
full of merriment with life and freedom
a lush green meadow for them and mustang
the maiden walking towards them buxom

Carrying buckets of pellets for them
running towards her hopping and skipping
in their excitement and causing mayhem
listen to them do you hear their bleating

Nightfall is fast approaching soon be dark
slowly the lambs return to their mothers
the ram watches over them like a monarch
he will keep them safe from any ambushers

Now night has fallen peace and quiet reign
just the whisper of the wind through the grain

Details | Free verse | |

Born to be Free

With omnivourous appetite, across the Asian loam she tiptoes in on felid feet a coat of rust, fingered deep with sun and heat not meek, yet gracefully, dripping tar of black and white which neatly marks her form With languid movement wild and free in hunting mode, she prepares her task with lynx-like eyes, that mirror death she's one supreme illusionist Taught by nature to melt in place, slipping and stalking, lurking while hiding, leaping, killing prey, whose lapse, or drowse will cost the most It is her task, to pounce in great repose with practice of her art, composed She guides me over pathless plains, where wisps of grass will reach for rain If once to turn towards camera's eye I'd capture life before it's gone The lens will keep forever wild It knows the cost of what we see but only fleeting, born to be so beautiful .... so wild and free
________________________________________________________ Submitted for the Contest sponsored by Shadow Hamilton "Tigers Living Free" 8/18/13

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Beckoning Beckoning is The Night

Beckoning … beckoning is the night
In its ice blue grey and snow gold light

Beckoning … beckoning is the night

The swallow has long since whispered away 
the cardinal and so too …blue jay

have strayed but now in the beckoning light
the beckoning …beckoning of the night 

comes the sweeping and keeping 
comes sweeping and keeping 
in the night

The sky is still ….but wild edged with light 
Bluish... high... tight ...grey 
but the branches swirl and deeply breigh  

beckoning…. they are beckoning 
the night into night

Come wild and courageous into fading light
Tis just the beckoning beckoning…. of night

the sky dark blue does and does not ....betray 
the coming… coming of end of day

and still it comes the end of day
with the beckoning ...comes beckoning 

the…beckoning of night
The light is waning and so day’s might 

beckoning as we bridge to night 

the wild things move on stealthy flight 
beckoning beckoning into night

The beckoning beckoning of the light
wild things shudder and take quick flight

The beckoning beckoning of the night 
the wild things move and take to flight

When tomorrow's dawn will cast 

first light!

@Ingrid Showalter Swift

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Leaves That Are Green

A young bud sprouts from its parent plant
and blossoms to a lovely rose before long
With time, its beauty fades and it dries up
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A young sapling takes root and flourishes
Soon a mighty oak stands firm on the ground
With time, it decays to a dried up old tree
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A baby bird sitting helplessly in its nest
grows into a majestic eagle strong
With time, its glory fades as it ages
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A defenceless lion cub hidden in its lair
matures into the mightiest beast around
With time, he becomes a decrepit old male
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A beautiful angelic darling baby girl
becomes a world beauty and wins the crown
With time, wrinkles and old age take their toll
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

Hello to a new life of hope and promise
Goodbye to a life that's now going down
Time marches on irreversibly 
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

All life starts off fresh and beautiful, matures, decays and then passes away in an unavoidable cycle as Time marches on irreversibly.

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the hawk

hawk in very top of high Georgia pine.. view unobstructed hawk catches breeze soars on a cold clear winter day... seeks day's last fresh meal

Details | Haiku | |

Float on

Caterpillar crawls
Metamorphisis begins
Butterfly lives on

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Empty walls

The hunters flood in
hoping to bag a trophy
to fill empty walls

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Feeding time

Feeding Time

Those birds sit in the Banksia tree
They wait there silently
Then every now and then these guys
They screech on out to me
The trays are empty down below
There ain’t no seed to eat
And so they call on out to me
And give to me some heat.

I run outside and fill those trays
Like every day before
Those Guys they watch me from the tree
They’re smart birds that’s for sure
I do my job and move away
Then they dive bomb through the air
All squabbling and a bickering
And fighting for their share.

The big boss Coccy I call him Fred
He seems to run the show
He calls the shots, he always  does
He’ll always let them know
That he’s the boss and with his spouse
{]I call his misses June}
They feed alone on one seed tray
But they be finished soon.

Then all the parrots crash on down
Doing wheelies in the sky
A screeching and a carrying on
Oh lord, they’re noisy guys.
Then when they’ve finished feeding
Well suddenly they’re gone
They fly so crazy through the air
Oh how they carry on.

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Night Owl

Armor of feathers,
Takes flight to protect the grove:
Soldier of the night.

Details | I do not know? | |

The Miracle of Birth

There was a hush everywhere
as if the world was on pause
an expectancy stirring in the air
not a single sound just silence

What was happening out there?
far away, deep in the outback
a circle stood made of animals
each with ears pricked forward

Staring intently, still as statues
hardly a breath being drawn
in the middle giving birth
A beauteous snow white deer

The fawn is born, a collective sigh
stirs from the spell bound audience
here she is, the promised princess
a plaintive cry as she struggles to her feet

There in the moonlight she stands
regal from the tip of her nose
proudly her mother shows her off
Bambi moves forward to join them

Trembling legs all going each way
Bambi nuzzles her as she stands
this he seems to say is my heir
all the animals approach and kneel

Paying their homage to Silver
exclaiming at her beauty
peace will reign the forest
all drawn together by the birth 

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Caressing rain

Morning raindrops.

I while away these morning hours
With the sky so very dark
A trillion stars they sparkle brightly
As I’m strolling though this park
With Bear cub rushing on ahead
So excited that he’s free
It’s seems that we’re the only two
Who walk beneath these trees .

The rain is heavy in the air
Though it’s not falling yet
I love it when the rain comes down
My heart fills with regret
If the drops don’t touch my skin
With their early morning sweetness
I love to feel their tingling touch
As my face they do caress.

Ah, here it comes, the air is filled
With moonbeams soft yet bright
Sparkling like a trillion gems
To give such sweet delight
To eyes all bathed in velvet soft
As the rain caresses me
There’s something about this morning rain
So filled with mystery.

14 July 2013 @ 0412hrs.

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Fox In The Window

For those who wonder 
How I grew into the season
I turned a fragrant key
More summers for me then
No more waning of anything
Just the sound of glory 
Timbering through the landscape
A host of new demons
To be rearranged and  then knocked down
Beauty’s burden
So yes to answer your question
I do enjoy the fox in the window

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Africa Heart

Bloody skies
New beginnings
Glorious scent
From heaven it was sent

Long before
We walked this land
It was moulded
By the Maker

Legends tell of
The dark spirit
Turning trees
Trying to take the land

The Maker
Made the tree strong
Made it proud
Made it unbreakable
Just like the people
That believe in Him

The Maker perfected this land
More than before
Filling with
Mighty roars
Soft rumbles
Silent wings
Bouldering calls
Gentle purrs
Manic laughs

So with this
Wild heart I call mine
I will delight myself in
The Makers 

Running soon
Running far

To set wild hearts free
Like a flaming master
Taking its fiery hold
Over all things
Dry and old
Only to uncover
What has been bleeding 
To be seen

Our wild hearts
Beat with
Gentle giants footfall
Beating slow steady 
Ready to be set free
Ready to breathe
What was mine to be

With blazing sun
Firing down
Onto cracked
Down ground

Between thick brush
Under the mighty baobab
With the creations all around
My wild
African heart
Soon to be found 

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light green

thunder storm
is it a light of light green –
eye's cat gem?

Details | Limerick | |

The Frog Who Could See His Future

While watching man jog to his friend
A frog croaked a future portend
Man finished his jog
By sitting on log
And that’s how the frog met his end

Details | Couplet | |

A Summer Couplet

Cool breeze blowing as the hawk hovers around,
Scared chicks scatter to hide,but no mother on ground.

CONTEST:"A summer Couplet" sponsored by Andrea Dietrich

Details | Choka | |


(Double Choka) Over the mountains Sun shines in all its splendor Beautiful trees stand out tall Birds assemble there Eagles soar right to the top Wild flowers covers the ground Blue mountains stand grand Deers and bears roam all around Eyes can't get enough nice scene All trees seem to glow You can feel God's loving touch Breathe in enjoy all the view. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2014 10.09.2014

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All is still in deceptions abyss,
Beneath fathoms deep, aquatic,
Wolves are on the hunt.
Stealth predators unseen, unheard,
Hanging on the fringe of detections,
Outer limits.
In plain black and white,
Behold a deadly beauty personified,
Intelligence next step in evolution.
These devils of the bluest depths,
Known as the Orca.
Chameleon's blending between shadows
And the suns rays penetrating,
From above.
Waiting in the quite shallows,
They hide in anticipation,
For the right moment to strike.
Titans Krakens, await for the first
Signs of weakness in their prey.
Together pack mammals work,
Combing talents to best formulate,
A strategy for the imminent attack.
Upon life's rookery a chilling,
Silence falls.
Young seals sleek and fast,
Taste freedom's excitement,
With wonderment's exhilaration,
To finally be on there own at last.
The open ocean calls to them,
Come challenge my waves,
Youthful innocence, boldly splash
Amongst surf and spray.
Yet beware thy kindred spirits,
Those whom seek the unknown,
May pay a high price of flesh,
And bone.
But these young pups hear the
Siren’s voices,
And heed not the warning tone.
Sliding instead into the icy waters
Cold embrace.
The undertows current carry’s them,
Towards the coral reef.
Deadly jaws haunt the tidal rift's,
Rough jagged edge,
It is a gruesome rule of survival.
Few new yearling return unscathed,
Some don't return at all.
The arch angels of death must take,
Their poundage of flesh.
With a grinning smile,
Natures perfect killing machines,
 The wolves of the deep, await the
Next bloody hunt.
With hungry eyes anticipation,
Tasting satisfactions mouthwatering
Bites yet to come.


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In the hills of Crystal Haven

In the hills of Crystal haven.

In the hills of crystal Haven
Roams a lady of real beauty
Who wanders with the wolves In liberty.
She has left the town of Brookville
To seek what Can't be found
Now she likes to hear the wind among the trees,

She had met this wise old hermit
Poorly washed and all bedraggled
And he had told her what could not be known
As she listened like still waters
In that space that feels like velvet
And now that mystic lady she must roam.

So she wanders all the hillsides
As she listens to the silence
And she talks to her good friends the forest folk.
While meanwhile all the townsfolk
They just laugh and call her crazy
As they point at her, and treat her as a joke.

For none have heard that whisper
That murmurs silence softly
As it comes from somewhere deep within ones soul
Drawing forth the butterfly
That flies one to the mystic
And with a soothing flutter makes one whole.

Dec 9 2003

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Beautiful Day

I look out of my window
And smile to see
Three little foxes
Looking back at me
And there upon
The tallest tree
A chorous of birds
Singing for me
I wonder if
They plan their day
As they swiftly fly away
To gather food
Along the way
In gardens of love
Where come what may
loving people provide each day
Food that keep their hunger at bay
As three little foxes
Jump and play
I think to myself
what a beautiful day

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Letter Q

letter Q the leopard lives alone amongst the shelter
that to him he calls a home but to us the jungles grown
we are children for the wonder and what thus dwells we cannot ponder
possibility in tact, rabid beast and wild cat
cataclysmic compositions come to mind in bloody visions
leave to mind what is to wonder letter q's a second longer
Eyes the constellations in the jungles patient waiting
lingering what's to be sought in these fields that Q does plot
seeds were sown in feudal tones, not know by it before us
Letter Q the farmers fued between the teeth they show us
A sickle beast the turnip theif and slaughter house subduer
sanctify the burning bibles, what is man if not to idle
under rays of burning idols made of letter q's disciples

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My mother use to tell me a story about living in the woods.
She said during autumn the leaves fell to the grounds and they burn very good.
Her siblings and she would go hunting in the month of October.
The family would store the deer and rabbit meat not to go to the store.
Nature was harsh when it was cold.

When the snow or the freezing rain comes, the birds do not soar in the sky.
The ether would freeze the fouls.
The upper arctic is rigid air.
The birds fly south.

Nature in the winter can bring struggle and strife.
The beauty of the outside can affect life.
Save your money and do not fly high.
You are gambling your stability of sound body and mind.
Bitter Mother Nature is not to be denied.

The beauty of nature and winter signals an end of a productive year.
Plants cessation is seen.
Farmers have harvest crop.
Animals migrate to warmer climates.
All know Mother Nature in her mood swings.
Therefore, pay attention to your surroundings.

Respect Mother Nature and she will respect you.
However, the weather is onset.
The quiet weather sneaks upon us.
Therefore, things can become quite turbulent defining a Bitter Mother Nature’s region.
Penned on May 20, 2014 12:30 A.M. EST!

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Worker Bee Sees a Hare

To drone,
I have in a world
filled with prospered humanity.
Like a worker bee I
ready the honey in which
my society cares for;
I have grown tired of the strains
born upon my
although the smells I love,
it is never enough.
And the satisfaction returned is
forgotten, for fire
always triumphs the solace
that defeats the situation.
The hares that cower and stare
at this worker bee in his
working state;
a car with one route,
for two teenagers who wish for a

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Rattlesnake - Number 2

Body coiled and ready to strike,
rattling tail betrays his trap.
Hooded eyes stare through desert night,
unsuspecting prey lingers.
Sharp fangs pierce flesh mortal wounding,
he feasts, then retreats alone.

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Spring philharmonica

Peepers pipe spring chimes                                                                                       birds sing as the hummingbirds                                                                                 hum along with bees                                                                                          *                                                                                                                    *      thunder drum rolls as                                                                                              warm breezes whistle in trees                                                                              raindrop cymbals ring                                         *                                                                 **                                                                                                                         a clean rest then brooks                                                                                           fulfill the springs gushing song                                                                       instrumental  peace

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Wandering amongst the darkness, my life was in jeopardy
A pack of stealthy ferocious wolves, were stalking me like cattle
Slitting my throat in fear, blood dripped in pools for the rabid canines

*First attempt at Sijo!*

Details | Haiku | |

Alien Rewound

clearly a strange fish                                                                                                 now you don't now you see it                                                                                       alien weaver                                                                                                               *                                                                                                                          *     -  Bizarre, see-through sea creature baffles angler
  Salpa maggiore

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Winter Births

Rabbit tracks in snow, A runner on his errand. New bunnies need food.

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A single drop of dew captured in a buttercup

A single drop of dew
caught in a buttercup
Provides a welcoming d
first drink of the day
to  Ladybugs Dormouse
and busy shrew.

Peter Dome.copyright.2013. July.

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The Birdie

That birdie was singing a beautiful song
I pretended it was for me
The notes played like a musical flute
Its melody a symphony

I looked around that little bird
Sitting in an evergreen tree
What could make it sing like that?
Was it really singing for me?

Manna fell from heaven
As breadcrumbs found their way
And the birdie sang even louder
It had something it wanted to say

To live in the moment
And appreciate this gift
I look at the birdie
And my soul it does lift

For even heaven knows the birdie
Its every need and care
It worries not for tomorrow
It appreciates the breeze - the air

I want to be the birdie
Singing a beautiful song
Let me remember this moment
May it live ever long

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High into the Sky

The bird flew high into the sky
Looking down onto the Earth saying "bye!"

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_____WHILE ON EARTH_____
...And so there are many sea that beautify the earth!
So there are many mask still dim
And source of considerable mirth

Earth- its whole is a unique hue
And the sea and the cloud and the wings and the hills
...And so there are still many gigantic queue!

On land we herd animal
And on it, we mammal lives
... And so on it we born and die as a trial.

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                                         rabbit near its hole
                                  eagle swoops down to attack
                                        sneaks fast as it can

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Twinkling little elephant toes
 Prancing through the Garden Of Woes,
 Sniffing daisies
 With his long dainty nose.

 "Good morning to you", 
 says a cute butterfly.
 With cheeks glowing pink
 The mammoth creature whispers, "Hi".

 Turning from pink
 To bright crimson red,
 He bats his lashes
 And hides his head.

 As the butterfly turns
 And flutters away,
 The prancing little elephant
 Continues to play.

 I realize then
 That it's time for bed.
 Cuz, the dancing pink elephant
 Is all in my head!

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We are in a continuous state of becoming with our environment I am becoming that tree just as that tree is becoming me It took in the carbon dioxide that I exhaled which became part of it and through photosynthesis converted it to oxygen which I inhaled becoming part of me I am the tree and the tree is me I am becoming that insect, that bird, that animal and other persons I breathe in the air they gave up Air that was part of them is now part of me just as the air I exhaled is now part of them Earth is becoming me and I am becoming earth It becomes me through the food I eat which comes from the earth directly or indirectly and I become the earth through matter that leaves my body waste and otherwise which returns to the earth to become the earth

Details | Couplet | |

One Piece

Animals scurry on every branch each day.
Preparing for the next seasons display,

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Dream Constrictor

Afraid of the choke,
Terrified birds and mammals:
Cringe, as ripples loom.

Details | Prose Poetry | |


Salty air breathed from crystalline peaks
I breathe in And catch a glimpse 
of the dancing, bowed bodies.

They perform a graceful ballet;
like arrows shot from an archer’s bow;
they leap, breach and roll.

Their eyes have seen ages of brine and shifting sands.
I wonder if they really are the “Watchers”; 
like the “Dogon” stories portray them.
Did they once have legs instead of fins 
and can we really be their children?

Perhaps that is why they are so quick to help us;
Why a child who can not speak can suddenly come to life?
He won’t be silenced again, 
after all, he swam with the dolphins.  
Could it be the magic of the dance that heals?

Odd, that they are always there when needed
And can transform a stagnating life 
into a miraculous moment of rebirth!

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owl is wise fox sly

~*~ owl is wise fox sly elephant never forgets cows and pigs don't care ~~**~~ ~*~

Details | Quatrain | |

In Defense Of The Rain

Some folks like to complain
And are very fickle
They fume when rain is falling
And fret at a mere drizzle

Wild birds and animals
They all need the rain
Which gives them water
For their lives to sustain

The plants and the trees
And all the lovely flowers
For them to grow and flourish
They also need the showers

The food crops that are grown
To provide food for us all
Each of them would perish
If the rain did not fall

So please think of these things
Before you start complaining
And creating a lot of fuss
The next time rain is falling

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Caution : NRA Possibility

Walking through the woods early in the day...

Haven’t seen a single soul passing my way...

All set to hunt as, I bought the latest gear....

On this the first hunting day of the year.....

It isn’t too cold but there’s a bit of snow...

So footprints will tell me where to go...

I can track by smell....

And I’ve been told pray tell....

That Man is getting smarter every single year..

Which means a lot... to my friends in here...

But now here’s the twist of this little ditty...

I’ve never lived or been to the city....

But trust me.. cause when I’m done..

And this is all in the end of Fall....

I’ll have a gorgeous blonde six footer ... a hanging on MY wall....
*** Just a thought...NRA = Natural Roaming Animal....
       or Nasty Reindeer Association.......hmmmm

Details | Couplet | |

What I Would like to forget

What I Would Like to Forget

The stench of me was putrid and gagging
For the black white varmint had made its marking
As I realized the volatile sensations erupting with in
Stupid I was having spooked the skunk at my garbage can
Odor no other equates to such pungency and frustration
For throughout my taste buds its musk engulfed my aggravation  
Having permeated seven layers saturated deep- I did scrub
My bath I did linger five days in the tub
Damn the experience which I would like to forget
I’ve learned at night to stay put in front of my TV set

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Night Owl

It flies and settles on a tree branch,
waiting for fish to pop out of the lake,
to enjoy the moonlight.

A group of kids sits around a bonfire,
trembling with fright,
as they keenly listen to the owl's hooting.

"The bogeyman is being ushered in...."
one of the kids says, with a breaking tone......

Contest: Night Owl

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Cotton Ball

Itty, bitty bunny out my window
Fine, furry, funny fellow
Underneath flowers yellow
Wiggly nose and ears pulled back
Eating grass, chew and snack

Noise! Run to burrow!
Wherein your others await
Familiar, fine, furry, funny fellows
Like yourself, with furry, fuzzy cotton ball butts
In the burrow, safely shut

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The Kill

Motionless the
leopard waits
only an odd flick of
his tail
giving away where he

He is watching the
small dikdik
patiently he waits
as slowly
they come closer as
they graze

Coiled up ready to
with a flurry of
he ambushes his prey

A squeal and the
deed done
he carries off his
taking it high up
into the tree 

Stashing it between
forked branches
safe from hyenas and
he eats at his

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Panthera Tigris

To them most stealthy, most noble, most fierce,
  Chased and trophied by a mightier foe;
Striped jungle beast leaping whose time is less -
  O white coated emperor in the snow!
Now 'tis the hunter turned hunted great cat
  Whose lone prowl is driven to higher ground,
But this I shame to hear, and more than that,
  No man should follow where Tigers are found.
The ghost of legend in the forest cage
  Will not save or give us back to cherish;
'Tis the irony of our futile age,
  For that which makes you great makes you perish!
A world without all is a world less grand,
And I mourn the Tigers in Tigerland.


Dedicated to all those unsung people who
Protect and preserve the natural world.

February 1991

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Under the Trees

Under the trees
A brook so slowly is splashing
Under the trees
The butterflies dance with the bees
There echoes a distant crashing
The bucks of the forest clashing
Under the trees

~The form is Rondelet~

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Blue feathers, black eyes
Squeaking calls are no surprise.
Snapped twig, wing twitch
Nimble and small as a Golden Snitch.
Hop below or soar above,
Robin, wren, jay, or dove,
Let us all give a toast
To the birds, the animals we love the most.

Details | Ballade | |

The beauty of the wetlands

Have you seen, lake Joondalup
In Yellagonga there?
Oh what a lovely place she be
There’s wild life everywhere
It be a precious wonderland
Of trees and birds and flowers
 It’s a place that be so beautiful
All filled with natures power

Frogs, they croak, and insects sing
And the birds in all their glory
They sing from trees all bent and gnarled
Such a blessed song it be
As breeze it plays it’s melody
And trees dance gracefully
To leave the mind without a doubt
That there be a deity

I walk these trails most every day
As I’m stunned by the sweet power
Of everything that’s beautiful
Every tree and every flower
And bird, and beast and tiny insect
Do tell a wondrous story
Of life among these wetland spaces
All filled with precious glory

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Australian Teddy Bear

Many human beings consider me an animal that’s beautiful. I am one of those mammals classified as a marsupial. Some people call me an “Australian teddy bear”. However, “koala” is the proper moniker I wear. This continent down under is my native home. To other places in the world I do not want to roam. All of you zookeepers, please don’t take me away. Here in this land you call “Australia” is where I want to stay. Robert Pettit January 24, 2013

Details | I do not know? | |

Doylestown Squirrel Love Song

When Bushy Tail met Flashing Eyes
up on poplar limb
he fell in love with her at once
the only love for him!
And so he asked a friend of her
who told poor Bushy Tail
that Flashing Eyes would wed the Prince
it made his poor heart fail!
But Bushy saw deep in her eyes
one summer morning bright
there was real love, and just for him,
a love both strong and right
they fell so much more into love
but couldn't comprehend
why they could not together be
and Prince be just a friend.
They pled their love before the Prince
who laughed at them and said
I'll have the fairest in the trees
so get that in your head.
And then the Prince put out the law
they could not be in love
nor be together one more time
like they were dreaming of.
And Flashing Eyes cried all the time
while Bushy hurt each day,
their love grew stronger though apart
could love not find a way?
The leaves of summer turned to red
as autumn came around
and in the breezes drifted to
be carpet on the ground.
The day to wed was growing near
and hope was getting dim
when destiny came in to play
up on a poplar limb.
The Prince proclaimed he was the king
and Flashing Eyes would be
forever Queen and at his side
the top of royalty.
And then he boasted of his charm
his right and noble fame
when all at once he fell down to
a forest hunters aim.
Up in the trees where no one sees
real love is living there
for Bushy Tail and Flashing Eyes
and love is everywhere.
© ron wilson aka veebdosa the doylestown poet

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My Life as a Caterpillar

I lazily stroll on a leaf,
carrying my fatty weight with me,
wondering how beautiful the butterflies are.

They tell me that they were once like me,
carrying their fatty weight like me,
wondering how beautiful butterflies are.

“To be like us, you will first have to stop
a caterpillar, and thinking like a caterpillar,”
they always tell me.

I leave it to fate, to see how time
re-designs me into a butterfly,
decorating the spring air…..

By: Teddy Kimathi

In: Personify Any Animal of Your Choosing Contest

Details | Ballade | |

Morning Marsupials

Morning Marsupials.

It’s half past four, morning time
The sky be dark, dark blue.
As Venus shines there all alone
I see two Kangaroos
They cross the road in front of me
Then on the other side
They stand like statues watching me
All kind of sanctified.

They stand there for a little while
They be so curious
And then into the half lit morning
The two go bounding off.
On this cool fresh summers morning
With the breeze upon my skin
These handsome fellows soothe my soul
And still the minds dull din.

It’s funny, I’ve three cameras
Yet none with me today
If I’d have brought one with me
{As be my usual way}
I’d never see me hide nor hair
Of these sweet Marsupials
I didn’t get no picture
But they were beautiful.

Details | Lyric | |

A Web-King

How was he trapped in his own web, 
Which was woven with silken skills, 
Tested and proven since ages, 
With a core from his own cells? 
How could it be an accident; 
During his usual course of hunt
For a flying prey, in whom venom
Instilled and liquefied with enzymes! 
Had it been another manifestation 
Of perseverance to a modern King, 
As done to Robert Bruce the King
To regain the Scottish throne? 
Speculations keep on mounting, 
But, as his hollow SELF does still cling
To the web-hub, no prey dare swing
As they feel him still the Web-King!

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Sherlock Sheep

Who is that ambling up the lane
With woolly wherewithal?
Few would bother to explain
An aimless animal.
But that's no common woolmonkey
Seeking out the truth
Deductions elementary:
It's Sherlock Sheep, the sleuth.

Sometimes you may not know he's there
Behind cunning disguise
A woolly mind is brought to bear
In cutting through the lies
The daft sheep form you see by day
Is just another ruse
Whilst eating through a flower display
He's searching after clues

A murder in the midden
Or a stabbing by the stye
A trespasser unbidden
Or crop circles in the rye
All puzzles for the intellect
But have no fear of doubt
The woolly noggin shall detect
The sheep will work it out

He may be here, he may be there
He may be with the flock
No tell tale trace betrays just where
The sheep who's named Sherlock
But when dire duty comes to call
You'll find him there in place
A comfort to be felt by all:
The sheep is on the case

Details | Free verse | |

Of Demons and Wolves

     Far above the ice and Snow
     An Eagle circles waters blue
     Wolves are silent as they run
     While talons grasp a Salmon's scaly skin.

     The twilight Shadow; wolf growling heard.
     Prey is scarce, the earth is hard.
     The meadow. The brook.  In Forest realm.
     A glint on Snow forms stories old.

     The hunt; circling.  The Stag now knows.
     With hunger pangs and snapping maws;
     The chase.  The turn.  The leap to throat. . .
     Red eyes in twilight as the wolves do feast!

     The moon is high where the wolves have stopped.
     An Owl swoops down to then next perch.
     Exchanges, leanings, teaching what?
     A wolf starts howling in the cold Moonlight.

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The Crystalline Tortoise

Permit oh Ancient Outgrowth:
Aeons have you so waited
to see the sun penetrate 
the stagnant, murky liquid.

Rise, fellow Leviathan,
holding the universe so.
Ferment the stagnant habit,
washing but all the crystals.

The pond disenables growth.

So dark, so deep, unspeakable
inability to further.

Such waters, hitherto, held our
hero tortoise, shell holding all.

It aged to form a carapace 
of green and gold and crystalline.

Colosus amidst such haste.
Rising it will shake its crystals.

I wish to be like this monster.
So humble and so vaguely soft.

Holding all on my naked shell
so effortless: the kinetics.
So bright, yet opaque in the dark.

Mark how it moves.
Aeons of cryst'l 
built upon one.

It looks upwards,
at the dimmed rays.
It knows I'm here.

Softly swooshing,
a lullaby
in the vast deep.

The idea 
has crystallized
into a shell.

Details | Free verse | |

ISN Am I A Dessert Butterfly

Am I dessert butterfly?
My wings harden each time I fly,
Against the sandy winds;
So, might my wings shatter
From all contrary pressures that I duel with?
I know they might crack or shatter someday
From over-pressured sandstorms,
Like I a broken winged dessert butterfly...

Like a broken winged dessert butterfly,
A raindrop's kiss is what I need,
So that I revitalize
My hardened wings and heart...

Only when a raindrop kisses me,
My wings will regain their former splendor and grace;
So that I can fly on and on,
Disappearing through a rainbow...

Details | Rhyme | |

Hunger Of The Wild

Wolves are howling in the midnight mist,
like a scorned lover who had just been kissed.
Their howls are deep and profoundly heard,
dragging their prey that's just been lured.
Tearing through flesh with all of their might,
satisfying their hunger with one jagged bite.
The smell of death is lingering in the air closely by,
while vultures are soaring in the dark stromy sky.
Lightning is flashing in the clouds up high,
while thunder is booming as the wolves hungerly cry.
Rain cascades down at  a hard fast pace,
while the wild of the forest crave just one more taste.
Winds are raging blowing hard and fast,
while the wolves carry away their remaining stash.
The sky grew clear the winds have stopped,
as the wolves prance on a ground that's just been sopped.
Falling asleep satisfied with their feast,
awaiting their hunger on the next big beast.

Details | Haiku | |

Under the shade

Bird hiding,
Under shade of car,
On a summers day,

Details | Rhyme | |

A night at a countryside

As the moonlight shone over the mountains
The stars starts to flicker one by one
Humming winds eases the roughness
From the day's unforgiving sun.

Chilling wind caresses the darkness
Serenading them softly and low
Night critters goes out to mingle
Under the moon's mesmerizing glow.

The calm river chimes in its flowing
Flickering waves illumes the riverside
The chilling winds keeps on pushing
Quenching the thirst of the countryside.

As the sun lifts the shroud covering
Of mountain tops to the grass of the plains
Leaves and flowers bow to dew drops falling
As the sun kisses them once again.

Details | Free verse | |

The Sphnx's

from crude beginnings came primitive man
learning to cope with natures darkened wilderness,
wild plants,wild animals,wild environment,and
day to day uncertain productiveness...

an animal by nature,commuting the body with inferior things,
sticks and stones became weapons and tools
the processed skills,from natural animal to human being,
as existing with nature became his first school...

learning to domesticate nature led to agriculture,
wild plants were tamed to mutiply with the seasons
the firing of earthly minerals was an ardous procedure
training the animal for it's second nature affliction
...the first yoke of beastly burden

communities arose as cooperation persisted
individual roles skillfully attained toward party progression,
utility became necessity,convenience due exisisted
rough beginnings of human civilization...

surplus became barter for exchange,
interacting regions brought goods from afar
the world began to open,to new ideas and range,
refinement appropriated to lessen the vulgar...

as trade became properous,communities became kingdoms,
debauchery became cunning,defense became an artform,
higher learning was reserved for the few,priestly royal wisdom,
as the masses gravitated toward security,considered low born,
...the second yoke of beastly burden

tyrants ruled fiefdoms with imperial fever
as the caste system slowly ascended it's elitist role,
the people endeavored,empowered by need to ward off invaders,
small bands became confederated tribal army,invincibilis sole...

some refused to toil as a beast,why commit as a sweaty worker
when with a strong arm and tempered steel,
rampage on the field was the common ideal of a berserker,
taking by every means possible,rape,pillage,burn and steal...
...the third yoke of beastly burden

unwitting captives became slaves to a new master
luxury forthwith at a bloody cruel cost,
freedom for the shackeled and the chained,couldn't come faster
excepting possible turn of events,all hope not lost...

refinement of industrial machines flowered
more labor needed in the factory and less in the field,
...steam,coal,hydroelectric powered
mass production from massive labor,extensive higher yield...

consumer goods extended to lines of credit
enough is never enough,even in the gulf of disparity
slaves now to individual desire,and can't overcome it,
creating a form of manic depravity...
...the fourth yoke of beastly burden


Details | Tanka | |


in the beginning, first being and creator: the shape shifting Cagn. foolish or man of wisdom; either helpful or tiresome.
In the shadow of a crag, overlooking the tarn, Coti gave birth to Cagn’s first creation, the eland. While she bathed in the crystal clear water, Cagn whisked the eland away and hid it – to be fed by him on wild honey. This is where the two brothers, Cogaz and Gewi, found the object of their father’s love and devotion and killed it. Cagn was distraught and ordered Coti to mix the blood of the eland with the fat of its heart in a cauldron over a fire. Cagn sprinkled this potion on the barren desert soil and a herd of eland sprang from it; which became the symbol of fertility to his clan and all people that followed.
tracking the eland, young boy hunts with tribesmen - running it to ground. arrows dipped in poison; hunter's knife slits eland’s throat. alone in her hut at her first menstruation: the Eland Bull Dance – the women become the cow; men mimic the eland bull
Poetry form: tanka prose (not listed here on PS) ******************************************************************** Glossary: The San Religion consists of the spiritual world and the material world. The modern Bushmen of the Kalahari believe in two gods: one who lives in the east and one from the west. Like the southern Bushmen, they believe in spirits of the dead, but not as part of ancestor worship. The spirits are only vaguely identified and are thought to bring sickness and death. Cagn (also known as /Kaggen) is the supreme god of the Bushmen of southern Africa. He is the first being and the creator of the world. He is a trickster god who can shape shift, most often into the praying mantis. The bushmen believe that Cagn’s favourite animal is the eland, which is the most spiritual animal in the religion. The eland appears in some of the rituals: boys' first kill, girls' puberty, marriage, and the trance dance. • A boy is taught how to track an eland and how to kill it. The boy will be considered an adult once he kills a big antelope, mainly the eland. The eland then gets skinned, and a broth is made with the fat and the collar bone. • The ritual for the girls' puberty starts when they get their first menstruation in which she becomes isolated in her hut. The women in the tribe do what is called an Eland Bull Dance, by which they imitate the eland cows’ behaviour when mating; while the the men act as an eland bull. This ritual is to keep the girl beautiful and peaceful and also free from hunger and thirst. • In a marriage ritual, the man gives the fat of the elands' heart to the woman's parents. Then the woman is anointed with the fat. • In the trance dance, the shaman tries to possess eland potency because the eland is considered to be the most potent of all. The shaman: When an eland is killed, they believe that there is a link that opens up between the cosmos. When this happens, the shaman dances and reaches a trance to enter the spirit world. Once in a trance, they are able to heal people and protect them from sickness, protect people from evil spirits, control weather, see the future, ensure good hunting, and basically look out for the well being of their group or tribe.

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Point Lobos Paths

Last Fall, my church's Scouts and I went hiking.

A few miles north of Big Sur’s coast,
There is a forested park much to our liking.

Point Lobos is the nature preserve that I love most.

The beauty there is supernal, beyond description.

We chose our trails with maps and compasses,
And practiced local plant identification.

I pointed out Monterey Pines and Cypresses.

For a time we climbed a steep inclination.

We looked down into a cove, home of sea otters,
From a viewpoint near the old whalers’ station.

We climbed through a cleft worn down by waters.

That Saturday outing wasn’t a total disaster.

The boys passed tasks to advance in ranks.
Life doesn’t get much better for an old Scoutmaster.

Lastly, to the Great Spirit we all gave thanks.

For Goethe Stanzas contest

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Evolution Revolution

I was sitting on the beach enjoying the dawn
When along comes a crab with two fierce pincers drawn
When I shifted off slightly to give him some space
He sat down beside me with pincers retraced.

This fellow was not of the cute well known kind
 But a creature evolution had let lag behind
His shell was a tangle of shiny shellac
A dashed wall arrangement of polka dot black

I wondered to myself would he think it queer
If I asked him the question what are you doing here
Since I was the human who traveled the land
And he just out walking on a dry piece of sand

So we sat there in silence each in his own space
Yet somehow connected in the rising sun’s grace
As he walked to the water with an eight clawed resolve
Was he thinking to himself would man ever evolve?

Retracing those steps made eons before
He paused where the waves became one with the shore
With a last look around taking time to regroup
He gracefully entered the primordial soup

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The Old Crow

There was once an old crow.
An old crow there once was
who never pestered the world
with the sound of his caws.
There was once an old crow,
dreamed of being an owl,
and hated each time
passersby would scowl. 

He hated the taste 
of bugs, bread and lice,
and longed instead 
for wild field mice.

He despised the sun,
especially the way
it painted black on his feathers:
horrid black, everyday. 

He didn't understand
why he made such a poor nest,
and whispered to the sky
for a full, glorious crest.

When he studied the stars,
he saw no constellations,
but imagined them there: 
his best form of creation. 

He had not the beak
for wild field mice;
he had not the iris 
to see clearly at night.

But he did have the heart
and the courage to dream
of being an owl
and all that that means.

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                                            Quills of sharp tips stick
                                           makes difficult to remove
                                                 overlapping scales 

                                            keeps prey under threat
                                              encounter to enemies
                                                 God gifted weapon 

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bat flies sees nothing - haiku

~*~ ~~**~~ bat flies sees nothing from his nest eagle sees all the groundhog takes bets ~~**~~ ~*~

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The white tiger

White with wonder, I stay locked
When it thunders, I lay shocked!

People all around me flocked,
But everyday I fell mocked!

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I swear to the summer- I am a well-aged drummer...

Like liver and pee's

Like grease on the tree's

Like Sweet tarts and tea

I swear to the summer- I am a well-aged drummer...

Like listeners without runners

Like dangerous men without gunners

-Don't be naked just be funner

Don't be jaded just act like your comin'

I swear to the summer- I need no real number

I swear to your comin'- I love the leader and all the wanderer

And the fisherman

And the ponderer 

And the drinker

And the blunderer

I swear to the summer -I am a well aged drummer

I can take away your lumber

And burn it like a hunter

I can turn it into somethin'

-that I saw in the light of the reflection

I can see you dance well in the mist

Of nature's best kiss

And resist when you need the fist

And reminisce,
even though I am just a man
And I have never felt the shit

Like a tall building that hasn't been built yet

Like an animal that hasn't been born yet

Like man with his child

Like women with her mild

Life has a style

You have it,
and you fill

In the mind
And in the child

Just to say it again,
you have been the smile 

And your love makes me wild

And your hugs hold for miles

And your fun takes the pile

And even though you're gone now I can stay for a while

And sway in the reef when the tide lifts me

And feel the knees when I become weak 

And be too much when too much hits me

And sleep when god reads me

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Newborn Loggerhead

Tiny sea turtle; creeps its way across white beach sands to sea. Newly hatched reptile, learning to swim into his new life; he’s free. One day, he will grow into a very fine loggerhead.

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Wafting Song

Belugas sweet song
Rides the air waves of ocean
Rare and beautiful.

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In Walyunga

In Walyunga

There is a place I used to go
When I was fit and strong
The place it was called Walyunga
And I felt I did belong
In those hills above the river
I’d walk for countless miles
In those days, with healthy body
To walk, it was my style.

I’d walk until I found my place
Where there lived an old dead tree
I’d sit on it to meditate
And look right into me. 
Some times as I walked these hills
I’d hear a sound like thunder
And then I’d see a wondrous sight
In this place called Walyunga.

A horde of Kangaroos would come
As they thundered through those hills
They’d cross the track in front of me
And I would stand stock still
Then as they passed, the biggest guy
Would stop just yards from me
To see if I did pose a danger
He was a sight to see.

He’d stand there for a tiny while
Though it seemed like eons to me
Then when he saw I meant no harm
He satisfied would be
So he’d bound off to lead his horde
To the river they’d head for
Oh, seeing such a magic sight
Would fill me with such awe.

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The Mind-To-Mind Link

She stood there, by the roadside; eyes of obsidian, framed in wispy lashes. I was certain that she’d run onto the crowded interstate. The closer that I got, the more intense, my neck muscles, grew. In my mind, I visualized her, leaping back into the woods. I prepared to pull over, but no one else was doing that for a deer, I felt; at any rate, I would not be dining on road kill tonight and I hoped that, no one else would. Go back into the woods, baby; over and over I thought and visualized her graceful rebound. I drew closer, prepared to pull of onto the gravel; I would not let her beauty be spoiled. Tension turning neck and shoulders steeled, I chanted my mantra…”go back…go back, baby”,.. Her soft, brown head turned, to look at me; an instant glance, confirmed that she’d received my message; as she bounded back to the safety of her wood. The focused mind, can work small miracles; More than one life, was spared, that day.

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Scampering along
Stiff, silent on the asphalt
Crows delicacy 

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Leopards Silent Paws

A leopard, silent paws do not betray him.

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Ode to a Canary

His name was Mr Cinnamon
and he loved to sing.

Lost among the masses yet within the throng
he lifted his head and began a song.
Without thought the mass would open and part
the burdened would feel an uplifted heart.
The songs, each one, were simple and pure
and none could escape the magical allure
of the one who sang
the one who went
by such a simple name
He never fought
Girls flocked around him
He was humble
He only wanted one thing

His name was Mr Cinnamon
and he loved to sing

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One Turtle

Speeding along a curved road
Eyes watching the asphalt’s twists and turns 
I happen upon a substantial rock
Lying along the road on my course
It takes a few seconds for me to realize
That big brown rock isn’t what it seems
The rock has a yellow neck, legs, a head and tail
That beckon me to stop despite what lies ahead
My reasoning forces me to ponder on it’s future
Will the next car around the curve stop for this comrade
Or will it be struck and left for dead?
I put my car in park and hurry to pick it up
One lonely turtle has found itself being removed
From the path of oncoming vehicles
Taken to the grassy side of the road
Facing the opposite direction 
In hopes that it will find it’s way far from
The impending danger of traffic
Now, this one turtle has a better chance
At living out it’s life at it’s own slow pace

©2014 by Regina Riddle
Written on July 25th, 2014 for FREE VERSE CONTEST...THEME IS TURTLES... 
FREE VERSE ONLY - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Cyndi MacMillan

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BIRDS acrostic


    B    reathless each day the winged ones burst and unite into the twilight frieze--
     I     s there a more delicate touch to the sight than the songbirds as they take to the sky?
     R    eveling while entwined with the tailwinds-- delighting the indigo breeze,
     D    ashing on the last rays of sun to nip the laziest mosquito on the fly --
     S    ong of the satisfied sung—they fade into the welcoming night bosom of the trees. 

Victoria Anderson-Throop ©

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Thompson Island 1907

Thompson Island 1907

The rats had invaded
The hens, they negated
What were the school boys to do
They got out the hose
Those rats to dispose
Whenever they came into view
It was 1907
The boys six to eleven
There at the Farm and Trade School
They had come to learn farming
But the rats were alarming
So they set about for a duel
The rats were digesting
The hens that were resting
And the geese living under the house
The rats, they were stealthy
And with poison unhealthy
These old rats they decided to douse
They plugged escape holes
Armed the young boys with some poles
Then proceeded to turn on the hose
As the rats scurried out
They were bandied about
And that was the end of those
As the battles were fought
Escaped rats, there were naught
And the boys hung their kill on the fence
There were one fifty two
By the time they were through
Not a rat has come back ever since
So if rats were your problem
These boys sure could solve them
For their lessons they learned you could tell
Their folks were elated
For when they graduated
They rid rats from their farms as well

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The wolves do lope high and free
in mountainous trails and her masonry
the hallowed wood and rocky clefts
hold the dens of their hidden nests
Golden eyes pierce thickened dark
hunting prey within their park
hot breath raises mist in their flight
with urges to run in thick of night
lounging with the pack on a hill
neath the moon silent and still
The forest with all her rookery
cast eyes below to the pack they see
the cold crypt of the earth below
blood covered in splays of snow
pale ice rugs flow on ground and rocks
as the pack do run seeking the flocks
the burrow of the white wolf and her pups
upon her milk the fledgling sups
the shiver of their meal in deathly gore
lying torn apart on the forest floor
the sinuous beauty of their agility
of taking prey down with ability
The dominate male and alpha mate
are always first in hunger to slate
how many priests have nature of pack
are hidden in darkness and innocence lack
looking for victims the prey that they stalk
in secret places the plans of it talk
Religion that is false will slaughter the sheep
to not be it’s prey the truth you must keep
her princes are wolves ravening prey
the word of the truth they seek to stay
they would come clothed in appearance of light
but within the gown is blackness of night
With a flood of lies He seeks to deceive
and devour the hearts of those who believe
The serpent lays in the den of his mate
The Queen of Harlots , Babylon the Great

Ez 22:27 Zeph 3:2-4 Matt 7:15-16

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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Encaged in eggshells,
Mother bird covers, sends warmth,
New life comes to world !

Life encased in shells,
Armoured subtle beings ,
Frail alluring sail !

Flashing demure smile,
Yielded with coy submission,
Come out of your shell !

Written on 6/8/14
Theme- Shells
Contest- Leaf, feather, shell or flake
Sponsor - Andrea Dietrich 

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The beautiful Alexandra butterfly
It beautifies its native New Guinea when it will fly
But there is different type of butterfly  
That is even bigger and more amazing as it transverses the azure sky

That butterfly has transfiguring symbols on its wings
As colorful and enchanting as sonnet of hues that angel sings
He is more graceful then king of kings
His powerful exuberance cannot be chained by chains or rings

He is the Extended Soul
That edge of abyss has under control
I hope one day on Earth his seed will fall
To free us all

For when he drops the seed of dreams
The people will fly without wings to spiritual extremes 
The sleeping knights will awake for them new world beseems 
The shot out soul much greater then prettiest sun beams

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Wolf Works

            Wolf Works

Not your run of the mill wolf, my fur is shiny silver
My left legs are stronger than the other two
Every day it is a struggle to prove my place
In the wolf pack pecking order
I am the center level in the group
Fever in my mind, in my blood, I strive
Salivate to compete, positioning to be number one
The lower and upper members of my pack
Attack my good legs to keep me down
On the hunt I jump just like a crab, sideways, then pounce
I know, crabs don’t jump but you get the picture
Licking my chops, tongue hanging like a liver, panting
Ice cold breath arresting the bloodied moment
As my teeth sink in the captured prey
Left legs did me well as I devour the premium parts
My partners stare at me and pace
I guess they are saying grace
If they take one step closer
I will put them in their place

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Black fruits - in french -

Fruits noirs

Sans qu’on y prenne garde,
Le ciel se tisse du grillage
Sombre des branches.
Elles  s’étendent  chaque année,
Et chaque année,
Grignotent un peu plus d’espace,

Au point de parfaire une voûte
Et d’arriver à se rejoindre,
En confisquant le peu de lumière,
Stagnante, sous les dernières
Feuilles de novembre,
La sève lentement rétractée.

Une pluie insistante, et froide,
Corrode la symphonie des ocres
En une bouillie sombre et gluante…
Les buissons moroses abritent
Aussi des fruits noirs,
A la densité lourde.

Ils pèsent de leur deuil,
Leur poids d’approche hivernale,
Et font oublier les envolées légères,
Des passereaux insouciants,
Qui se poursuivaient
Dans l’azur cristallin.

Ce sont des corbeaux    ;
Et leur noir luisant,
Semble une menace anthracite,
Barrant quelque part,
De branche  et branche
La lumière et la joie .

Without being beware,
The sky is woven with wire mesh
Of dark branches.
They extend every year
And every year
Eat away a little more space,

To the point of making a perfect arch
And arriving to join
Confiscating the little light
Stagnant under the last
Leaves of November
Sap slowly retracted.

An insistent rain and cold
Corrodes the symphony of ochres
In a dark and slimy mush ...
The gloomy bushes shelter
Also black fruits,
A with heavy density.

They weigh their mourning
The weight of winter approach
And make you forget the light flights,
Of careless sparrows,
Chasing each other
In the blue skies

They are crows;
And shiny black
Seems a anthracite threat
Barring somewhere
From branch to branch
Light and spirit of joy.

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Crow Funeral

A dead crow lies in the open street.
Other crows gather around it and in surrounding trees.
There's no cawing, no sounds at all, as each crow individually
visits the dead crow, then returns back to observe from the trees.
The crows surrounding their dead companion in its immediate vicinity
and all the other crows gathered in the surrounding trees
all observe one last time their current departed deceased,
and all of this is done dead silently,
then after a few more moments of silence suddenly
they all in unison silently fly off and leave.
I've witnessed "crow funerals" first hand many times personally,
and every single experience I've had can only be described as eerie.

Details | Footle | |

Night Visitors -- a footle triptych

wolf cries.

Owl glides.
mouse hides.

Black masks
raid trash.


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Louisiana Bayou

Wandering through the bayou, 
wrapped in its eerie embrace.
Mysterious and strange, 
a magical place.
Never seeming to change, 
even as seasons come and go, 
swampy waters ebb to and fro.

Like long-lost daughters, 
gnarled courtly cypress trees, 
rise from black murky waters.
Draped lovingly in Spanish moss, 
swaying softly in the breeze.
Butterflies seem to float across, 
as gentle winds ruffle their leaves.

Bouquets of wild hibiscus fill the air, 
mingled with sweet azaleas blooming there.
Bullfrogs croak and crickets chirp, 
the bayou is awash with soothing music.
As dragonflies flit the cattails, elusive, 
water moccasins slithering at your feet
or lurk above you in the trees.

Just as, the sun begins to sink low, 
comes the faint sound of a fiddle and bow.
The gator comes out of hiding, 
rising from the dark waters below.
Looking for his meal and smiling, 
with snapping jaws, a deer is caught, 
then taken below where he will rot.

The moon rises high into the night, 
as fireflies glow in the twilight.
A voodoo queen slips into sight, 
with gnarled hands, she rolls the bones.
Whispering cryptic words, she softly moans.
Tenderly she caresses her snake, 
wrapped around and about her neck.

A coon hound whoops it up.
The gnarled trees cast spooky shadows.
Is that the ghostly apparition of Jean Lafitte? 
Who managed to escape prison and gallows.
Did you bury your treasure in the water or weeds? 
As the wind moans softly, time to turn home, 
where you can fill your belly with spicy gumbo.

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Spark of an Owl

The night is still dreary, a grey sky Dismal and cold, a usual winter night There isn’t much hope within the wind Nothing exists save for a special light In fact there are two of them, in a tree They’re reflections from the eyes of an owl In the grey backdrop they glow so bright Like an animal that is on a prowl The owl is the spark of pure energy Shining within its soul, beyond the dark Taking the darkness to higher heights Putting life in the grey, just to embark The tree within the fog is barely seen But the owl’s eyes are bright, a mighty sight One can hear the hoots of the owl around But what he emits from his eyes is white I may not see in the depths of the night And the evening might be grey with dismay However his eyes bring forth hopeful sight A beam of life within the darkness’s cliché
Russell Sivey

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Extinctions (A Quatern, 1 May 2014)

The waves receded from the shore.
A creature strived to breathe the gas.
It lived beneath the waves no more;
First of it's kind to walk the grass.

Came reptiles and amphibians.
The waves receded from the shore.
A meteor's oblivion
Ended the reign of dinosaur.

Those that survived came to the fore,
And peaked with the larger mammals.
The waves receded from the shore.
Man reigned over the animals.

Man's greatest enemy: HIMSELF.
Not respecting what came before,
He killed everything, thus himself.
The waves receded from the shore.

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We Never Leave

Lying down beneath a tree, I listen
The wind draws whispers from rustling leaves
Stories stir in the ravines of the bark
They make me smile mostly, but sometimes I cry

The wind draws whispers from rustling leaves
They are left there by birds and moss and rain in roots
They make me smile mostly, but I cry
When I hear of worms wriggling to sidewalk suicide

Left there by birds and moss and rain in roots
Is the promise of life and an energy that connects us
When I hear of worms wriggling to sidewalk suicide
I see that life, all life, is wondrous and strange

The promise of life and an energy that connects us
Makes me look at my arms, imagine them covered in bark
I see that life is wondrous and strange
That I am part if it all, the bald eagles and the mud

I look at my arms, imagine them covered in bark
My feet become roots and my fingers become leaves
I am part of it all, the bald eagles and the mud
They were here long before me, yet they speak in my voice

My feet become roots and my fingers become leaves
Stories stir in the ravines of my bark
They were there long before me, yet they’re told in my voice
Now you lie beneath me, so listen

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Mating of the Rich and Famous

I once walked into my backyard
and found two slugs mating in a bucket
I had just learned how slugs go about mating, 
or trust-I would have been rightly confused

Here hangs a long line of slime, almost a foot long
and then halfway down the thread of slime, it begins to twist, to look like a strand of DNA
I am fascinated beyond comprehension
What am I seeing, I mean I KNOW what Im seeing- But WHAT am I seeing??

These two gelatinous creatures, that I admit Ive never given much thought to before
are forming the most intricate, delicate dance of fornication
This is too much for my mind,
and so I just sat and looked on in awe...this lasted for awhile so I unfortunately wasnt there for the seperation.

Now, Im lost in the realm of procreation, its consumed in my head every time I go back and imagine those delicate slugs.

Cats. Big, small, lions, cheetahs, tigers..I believe they all mate the same way. 
A female goes into estrus, and males come rolling in from far and wide. Marking every guidepost along the way, announcing his arrival.
The Lioness lays comfortably in the shade, waiting to be presented her King.
And the brawl ensues. Maybe hours or days. Screaming and slashing, boasting and threatening.
And finally when the lesser males are too worn out, too ashamed, given up, deflated...
The big man with all the prowess grabs his woman with his teeth, mounting her, her resisting..testing if she approves.
They are loud and vicious when they finally get down to it. And persistent.
Days go by, they barely eat, they are barely concious of their surroundings, hormones driving them.
They mate, they rest, they fight, they mate, they rest.
And then its over just like nothing ever happened. And shes left alone to gestate the next generation.

Birds. Birds vary...dogs and cats can be predictable when it comes to making babies.
But birds have different rules. Alot of birds mate for life and are monogomous...better than humans at it too.
Swans are particularly faithful, and heartbroken when their mates die.
There is a type of male bird that will spend hours upon hours building elaborate, beautiful nests,
collecting pretty, colorful things...making a comfortable space to get it on with his lady.
And then the females browse the different nests looking for the perfect living space for a very important event.
Some birds dance, they show off every beautiful move they have to earn the heart and eggs of a woman.
And we all know peacocks. The males are burdened with being beautiful, trying to catch a pretty birds eye. Quite opposite of us peoples, huh?

I could go on...but just a few more points on procreation.
Penguins, males keeping the eggs, almost starving to death to make sure they hatch.
Crocodiles burying their eggs just offshore, and just waiting to take out predators looking for yummy croc eggs.
Octopi will do some craziness where the female starves herself to death to make sure her young hatch alive.
Male seahorses defying everything we know about life, carry the babies....if they can, why...??
Orcas will nurse for up to 5 years, even after another calf has been born. The females never leave the family.
Female hyenas have a 7 inch clitoris which they give birth out of, Im grateful to not be a hyena.
The strongest, largest shark in the womb will cannibalize its siblings. Survival of the fittest.

So now Humans.
We have hormones like all the other animals, we act on them, we procreate.
But its almost as if we do this slyly. Not everyone obviously-not aimed at people fighting to have a child.
We say were making love, connecting, feeling. But how much is truly lust, hormones and instinct?
We have similarities of all animals in our mating rituals, whether babies are in mind or not.
Men act tough, or try to look so slick. Women flirt and dance and wear bright shiny objects, like shes trying to lure a magpie not a partner.
And we have our fights, we get vicious and physical, we fight and we penetrate, fight and penetrate. 
And then almost always someone walks away.

I always come back to the slugs.
Where there seems to be no pretension, no need for competition.
I could be so completly wrong about so many things.
But those slugs just seem to be doing something right.

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Harshness of Winter


      Winter chills air;
      birds flock and feed from berries
      before the famine

      Sheep graze greedily;
      Keen eyed buzzards pick off  prey
      nature's bleak beauty 

      When winter is done;
      Birds will welcome spring and sing
      for joy each new dawn

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Prey for Me

I searched for you through the endless expanse of night’s long blackness, 
The shimmering light from a crescent moon offered little help in my quest for your elusive form. The pale light dimly lit inconspicuous objects and cast shadows of their beautiful contours upon the ground to thwart my pursuit at every turn. 

Radiant eyes peered at me from within the cover of darkness, 
And mysterious intonations and melodic resonance echoed into the night air, confusing my sense of direction until I was lost in a maze within your protective purlieu. 

Fighting my frustration and fear that I may never gaze upon your majestic beauty, nor hold your rapturous warm body against my cool skin, or savor the taste of you on my tongue, I gathered what was left of my strength and resolve, and continued my silent pursuit. 

Guided by my heart and uncontrollable emotions and hunger for you, I somehow broke free of the discountenance feints set upon me to mask your true course. The hunger within my heart and the vision of you brazed within my eyes, guided me toward your lingering essence and ultimately to where you now hide, deep within the confines of your sheltering den safely held tight within the cool moist earth. 

As my long sleek form slithers into your place of refuge I strike and sink my teeth deep into your neck and as my coils embrace your supple body, I am overcome with powerful emotions emanating from your very being, and at that moment I knew my hunt was not in vain. To taste your sweet flesh wound be unlike any that has ever been known between predator and prey.

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The Night of Unleavened Bread

Matzos slip into their mouths
Voices project merrily...tonight is
The night of Unleavened Bread

Lamb and other delicious
Meats and veggies... satisfies our taste buds 
What a splendid night it is!

Wine's brewin' in our wine cups
The dinner table - creates pleasant talk 
During this meaningful night

There's moments of quietude 
When it comes to de-leavening our lives
But, there's moments of gladness

On this night of peacefulness
Cheesecake - a delightful treat to savor 
During this night of pure bliss

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Wild Heart

A wild thing at heart,
untameable at best.
Going insane in cages,
locked away, no rest.
Fleeing into the wind,
the forest calling out.
Run away from cities,
far beyond a doubt.
Skim across the sea,
lost inside the forest.
Free the raging heart,
it always was the fastest.

Details | Free verse | |


They were gathered round the billabong
to try to work things out
but all that was being emitted was
a right Caxton of sounds

All were jabber, jabber
and some pushing going on
jostling each other for space
none wanting to be left out

At last the wallaby said
whoa, stop I say STOP 
and quiet finally fell
Lets give the chair to cockatoo

He can perch up high 
from where he can 
keep things moving
so watch for his signal

Cockatoo opened the meeting
and first called on Dingo
you get everywhere Dingo
what have you heard?

Dingo says I heard the humans
they are going to cut down
the blue ridge forest
and build many houses there

That can not happen
it is our home
we will have to work together
if we band we can delay their work

So the animals agreed on a plan
the big animals would sit in the roads
slowing the trucks down
While the monkeys would hide their tools

Snakes would wrap their bodies
around the marked trees 
while the birds and parrots 
the workers they would bomb

All this drove the foreman to despair
the work fell further and further behind
We could build netted fences
but that only stops the large animals

The Wet will be on us 
in less than a month
if the land is still un-cleared
all work will come to a stop   

I think we need to reconsider
and turn the Blue Ridge mountains
into a reserve for them all
there are plenty of other places

Where we can build
that do not have many animals
lets leave them the ridges
then we and our children

Will have a sanctuary
to come and watch these fighters
they have shown us the errors
not all land should be built on

At the next meeting
Dingo told them you are safe
your homes will be left untouched
all we all have to do is show our faces

Pose for the odd photo
amuse with a few tricks
and in return
we can live in peace

Details | Abecedarian | |

The Hunter

A-gile she walks,
taking stock of
every step her
B-rashness emitted
her long stride
C-at is a coy and
confident girl and
D-oves have a reason
to fear her
E-very bird from
Jays to Sparrows
avoid their
F-eline foe when she
is in the yards
G-rasses are tall
this season and she
H-idden in the
esters, purple
fountains or
I-nside the shadows
of the tall Lavender
K-nowing they can’t
see her she
L-ies in wait  
M-y kitty will leave
Nothing to chance,
she doesn’t move
while they’re in the
O-pen air  she
and studies her
P-rey for hours
Q-uietly she stalks
them, she’s deep in
the grass like a
R-econ mission in
S-he seizes the
T-actfully, silently
gets on her haunches
U-nleashes her body
like a rocket
V-ictory! Victory!
Won a sparrow for
her prize.
X-Mas! she
Y-elps, it’s like
X-Mas!,  and she
lays her kill to the
ground and
celebrates with

8-27-14 for
Abcedarian Contest

Details | Sijo | |

A Hike in the Forest

Forest floor covered,  footsteps echo of breaking branches
Sunlight trying to break through cover, unyielding in defiance
Small animals scurry out of sight, hiding in the trees.

© 2015 CM Davidson Pickett

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Eyes Of A Fawn

The eyes of a fawn
Deep abysses of wonder
Young ones joy is sweet.

Details | Free verse | |

Eagles Dream

Soaring through the sky
Floating on air
Masquerading flight
Do what no others dare

Swooping, diving, falling
Screeching, hear your calling
Up on currents ever free
This is the eagles dream

Glory in flight
Wings of splendour
Vision in sight
Raptor in view

Swooping, diving, falling
Screeching, hear your calling
Up on currents ever free
This is the eagles dream

Details | Free verse | |

The Cub

He was born with 5 others in the cave
at first, blind, small and helpless
relying on his mother for his needs
just a little ball of fur and limbs

Swiftly he grew, doubling in size weekly
now taking an interest in his surroundings
tumbling and rough housing with his siblings
learning all he would need to know

His mother started to bring back prey still alive
so they could practice their catch and kill skills
each day he explored a bit further away
excited by the sights, sounds and smells.

At six months he left his mother and siblings
now he was on his own with territory to find
he was not yet strong enough to fight others
so prime territory, at present, out of question

Becoming nomadic he ranged far and wide
returning sometimes for a day or two
just biding his time as he filled out
the following spring it was now his time.

He returned to the valley and challenged,
soon met by the male who ruled here
they fought very evenly matched for hours
At last our cub was the victor of all

Not knowing that his rival had been his dad
for such is nature, red in tooth and claw
savage yes, but the fittest must survive
To ensure the prosperity of future generations.

I have deliberately not said what animal I wrote this about but left it open to reader

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Do Not Disturb

          Do Not Disturb

While walking through the bush one day
Hot sun burning the planet to a cinder
I happened upon a black mamba snake
When I say “happened upon” I mean stepped upon
The creature had no legs or toes or shoes
It knocked me off my feet with one swift strike
Signs all over nature read, “Do Not Disturb”
If only I could read I would have read them
Instead I’m feeling a little woozy 
Thinking about a nap
Perhaps a cracker with some tea would perk me up
With luck I might make it to supper by three
Or the cemetery

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One Little Butterfly -part 2-

Coming down my way, I let the leaf fall onto my palm As little tingles of warmth console my shivers It lands as the others fall to the ground Some pass me—others sink around in submission My fingers gently wrap around the fragile thing Afraid that the wind may pull it away As I familiarize with the touch and gaze upon its design, I begin to realize this treasure is not a leaf at all Though it had befriended the tree far before the ghosts of seasoned bliss And now the tree yearns for her again—an obliging host Yearning for that one little butterfly wing, falling with the leaves Caught in the warmth of life that soon will freeze For they had to move on…it was their choice to leave Just as the butterflies migrated toward the warmth My friends—my strangers…have gone away One little butterfly stayed behind Left alone to face the brink of autumn’s glare Sorely soothed by the embracing despair Always different than the rest—beyond compare One little butterfly stayed on the tree And one wing fell on me Though cold, alone, and dead Together be

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Africa II

Little girl standing tall
High above
What told of mighty fall
The world is lost
No hope no trust
But in dark country
In to solid stone
Home is cast

Bright fiery sunsets
Vivid starlit nights
Jackal calls
Lion roar
Little girl 
At peace with world

Sun dried earth
Mighty beasts
No defeat
Just voiceless rumbles
Mighty and strong
Little girl no longer stumbles

Running wild along with beasts
Feet barely touching worldly deceit
Scorching African sun
Beating down
Freedom finally found

Little girl stares into made flames
Seeing old life old thoughts
Smiling at her untamability

Little girl standing tall
Arms outstretched
Face lifted to heaven
Drenched in new life
Sacredly touched
Finally safe
Thanking The Creator
For His amazing grace

Details | Lanterne | |

First Flight

first flight 
fledgling soars above 

Details | Terza Rima | |

Pigeons Out Of Place

            Pigeons Out Of Place

Pigeons, sit on cold bronze heads                                
Relieve themselves all day and night for spite               
Fallen soldiers have no say, they are dead                   

Dirty birdies on branches don’t look right                           
They belong on buildings, rusted statues                      
Cold soldiers are toilets on scheduled flights                

Among the people in their human view                                      
Sitting on the park bench doling out bread                                
Man yawns, while birds bob heads when they are through         
All of God’s good creatures need to be fed               
Even filthy pigeons that tarnish things                                                                                                  
When food is finished, parties head for bed                

In the morning the birds of nature sing      
Pigeons decorate bronze soldiers like kings 

Created on 9/08/14 for Terza Rima (About anything you like) Poetry Contest                                                                         

Details | Free verse | |

Edge Of Nature

            Edge Of Nature

In beautiful thick, somewhat visible fields, sun burst through
Reveals bright orange and yellow flowers in a sway
Brushed, aided by a somber breeze in sleepy peace   
Black horrific elements terrorize with hurricane like forces at that moment
Raging with rain, tearing through the nearby forest, destroying the scene 
Shadows in the ominous clouds scream and curse the calm

Sweet tiny birds sporting red and green, dart through light and dark, come to 
Finding clear stream water to refresh and enjoy the day
Observe remnants left over by the storm, then fly off, focused on the cool blue 

Night is the enemy, ready to kill at will, mercy sleeps oblivious
To the fierce hunger, natures passion fulfilled, predators pace, wait their turn
Death grips small animals as they slip from being into nothingness

Bunnies leap for joy in the morning dazzling day as it cracks open
Dancing on cleared carpets, stumbling past debris, rolling towards merriment  
Play like children in the golden fields, charmed by chance, just at the edge of 

Change races on with the calamitous rain downward
To rocks that know how to hold their own in the deluge
All seems right with the world in this orchestrated paradise  

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Pretty Little Singing Bird

Pretty little singing bird
Pretty as can be!
Singing, the sweetest melody
Serenading me
Pretty little singing bird
You make my heart sing!
Pretty little singing bird
Will you be my friend?
With my love of writing 
And your sweetest songs
We can make the world
A beautiful place
With our own personal, unique style
Pretty little singing bird
Don’t fly away!
Did I scare you?
Won’t you stay?
Be sure to tell your animal friends
To come visit me soon!
I love you
Pretty little singing bird
You are, my sweetest friend!

Details | I do not know? | |

The Midnight Flight

Crossing on high
The winter sky 
A lone goose cries

The stars shine bright
And hung nearby 
A Quarter moon 

I wonder why
Where does it fly? 
No mate in sight 

Details | ABC | |


Deer running through the forest,
As graceful as can be,
Her white tail in the air,
Saying "I know you're there",
As majestic as this beast could be,
It will be in great agony,
For the motorized beast has caught it.

Details | Free verse | |

A Pigeon Eyed

A Pigeon Eyed
A pigeon greeted me
 When I was at it, reading
Walked herself in through the ajar ingress
  She sniffed and picked from flaw floor of scattered grains
She swiftly savored them one by one
  Through her beak to the neck
Conveyed to the gizzard and the next

Her visitation, the wonder I long evermore
 Only that she was terrified at first our eyes met
She wriggled, quivered, stunned and then flew
 An august visitor I would love to welcome once more

         © A.O, 11/9/1435  - 9/7/2014

Details | Light Poetry | |


                          DULCET DOWN UNDER DISHARMONY
                                  (THE PAINFUL DUET)

                    Down Under it is summer skies
                    And brilliance is the smell with flowers
                    Birds flit about with eager eyes
                    From early dawn 'til blackest hours

                    Sometimes the combinations vary
                    Of birds that fly in flocks or pairs
                    Outside my window voices carry
                    Birds landed by the backyard stairs

                    A duck and parrot squawk in glee
                    Both voices sing without a care
                    The worst birdsong in memory--
                    Finches and canaries glare.

                     Such pain of eardrums does imply
                     Given a chance in stormy weather 
                     Songbirds escape --at least they try--
                     Tone-deaf birds when flocked together

Victoria Anderson Throop ©

Details | I do not know? | |

Love of nature

My love of nature and the great outdoors,
takes me from a woodland walk on the valley 
floor to the highest peaks above loch Awe. Where
I get to see the eagle soar. 

Mother nature she gives us the capability to explore
and how I wish to see so much more. A walk on the
sand by the ocean shore. Where me and my daughter
collect sea shells, whilst breathing in that sea breeze smell.

Details | Haiku | |

Squirrel Jumps

Squirrel jumping trees
Careful not to fall to ground
Back lawn needs mowing

Details | Prose Poetry | |


	Kitten-play is sweet;
	a precious jewel of a moment renewed 
	by each new discovery.

	A butterfly-chase ending in a bumblebee moment
	of enlightenment and sometimes
	a succeeding “ouch”!
	The butterfly is a more hospitable playmate.

	Graceful leap into a patch of soft delicate wormwood;
	A tree-leap, a prick on the nose from a rosebush;
	it’s about as friendly as the bumblebee!

	A jet-sprint to the patio results in a
	back and forth stretched-roll on the warm concrete.
	The pose that says, “I like this place; can I stay?”

	Perhaps on another adventurous day
	kitten will discover,
	the catnip bush at the far end of the yard.

Details | Rhyme | |

A Moment In Birding

A warbler flits just out of sight
High up in the trees
His vocal song comes raining down
But still I cannot see

He gives me but the shortest glimpse
Behind the curtained leaves
Whilst singing here and flitting there 
In the tops of trees

The singing stops but still I look
Scanning high and low
Hidden now by just one leaf
My hope now starts to grow

Into the suns shining spotlight
Thos little bird hops out
For just a moment and then he's gone
I give a joyful shout

Deep into trees the bird flies on
Ne'er more to grace my eye
But with my glass I search on still
To fine one more surprise

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The snow crunches under my toes.
I feel like Frosty, wrapped up and poofy yet bitterly cold.
Cracking ice, frozen breath, my nose turns a painful pink.
I scoop up snow without gloves,
To examine each individuality...
My life-long curiousity with Wilson A. Bently's science.
My fingers tighten and prickle with cold,
so I follow animal tracks home.
I, bundled and cheerful,
Amble home from the frost to the hearth.

Details | Prose | |


In Lochness, an undulating giant lives; 
legendary Nessie; giant oarfish or 
prehistoric remnant?  
No one knows for certain, 
but he bothers no one; leave him be.

In mountainous terrain, walks the Yeti.
Part man; part beast; perhaps the missing link?  
Science said of its remains, 
“It is a relative of ancient polar bears”; perhaps.

In Jersey woods, people say a, “Devil” hides; 
a new species or an experiment in genetics, gone awry?
There are many Doctor Moreau’s and Frankenstein’s, 
in this world and they do, 
abandon their mistakes.

Regardless, life is life and 
it must be respected, 
for harmony to reign.

What if cryptids aren’t myth?  
People say, “You can’t cross a rabbit with a cat”, 
but it has been done.

Perhaps humankind has made,
the mistakes of ancient ancestors; 
maybe centaurs and fauns were once…real?  
On such an old planet…whom can be certain?

Ancient texts and glyphs, speak of many things,
mythical and legendary and history does…repeat.

Someone had to tamper with genetics,
to discover that pig arteries, 
can work in the human body; 
that cow plasma, could too.  
The human explores its world; 
exploiting even ravaging other species, 
without concern for the end result.

Perhaps, humans should leave, well enough alone.
“Nessie”, “Yeti”, “Jersey Devil”; cryptids, 
like all life, should be free to live.

The human species, 
is the most deadly and destructive, 
of all predators.  
Clearly, not the smartest, at times; 
Not even with regard to, its other siblings.  
Humans seem to obliterate everything, they touch; 
never caring for the harm that they do…until it’s too late.  
Even then, some never lend anymore thought, to their deeds.

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I spot the seeking eyes
Curiosity in the one
Utter savagery in the other
The paws geared to pounce
The claws unsheathed to slice
Staring, admiring, petrified all at once
Frozen still, choking stiff 
I’m like a deer caught in the headlights
Waiting for the inevitable strike
Her nostrils smell my fear
She encroaches ever closer
Ever so slowly
A near crawl ever so softly
Ever so silently
I’m beginning to think that maybe she’s not there
Maybe this is all an illusion
Her spots hypnotised my mind
Already defeated, I’m numb 
Her movements broken by light and grass
I heard a sound like the cry of a soul in her purr
And saw the screams of darkness in her spots
Echoed through her weaponized fangs
Even her growl’s camouflaged
Acoustic like bones cracking, like twigs breaking
In her powerful breath of decay
Spotted cowering like a spotted hyena
Spotted hiding
I spot her shadow
Aloof, vision proof
Spotted preying
Gone in a flash

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The Ledge

Every morning between 7:00 AM and 7:30 Am
I f you looked through the bathroom window
You would see a most beautiful sight.
There were three deer on the ledge;
Father, Mother, And Babe

They would stand there for an hour
Then they would go back into the woods
You could set your watch by the deer
on the ledge

Details | Rhyme | |


There’s an ancient
Thing of wisdom
In a cavern
In the sea;
Deep down in murky waters
Lying, sleeping peacefully.

At times it will awaken
Take a travel-contemplation
Or perhaps a short vacation
To collect new wisdom-seeds.

Sometimes it peeks
Out from beneath
Those liquid silvery waves;
Then it dives and waters quiver;
Just like diamonds on a river.
Then the diamond dancers fold their
Crystal wings above its’ head.

Throughout umbral brine it searches
For others of its’ kind;
Often stops to ponder
If it’s all that has survived.

We may thrill to glimpse it
As it bobs amid the waves
Of the Okanagan, Loch Ness
Or some other distant place.

Perhaps its’ mind’s about to burst
With the knowledge of the past;
After centuries of living
In the dark abysmal mass.

We humans must not harm it
Or let anyone alarm it;
For it could be that this dragon
Is a wise and gentle thing.
Perhaps within its’ heart lie notes
That make this planet sing.

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         on loch's calm water
         silver ripples fan out -

         otter diving

Details | I do not know? | |

Dances With Wolves

Recreational impact
Flows in all motions
Motives of demonic ways

The pact howls
Intuitive and unsafe
The pact howls
Daring to follow
The pact howls
It's time for the hunt

Motives to celebrate 
Whichever motion it flows
The recreational pact

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(thinking of better weather right now :)

Tranquil waves gently crashing the lake shore. 
Tight-knit family units of Canada Geese,
all on a mutual hunting mission as they coast along the choppy waters.
Various shades of green consume the surrounding hills.
Summer voices of children playing that bring back memories from another lifetime.
Just cool-enough breezes make music as they chase eachother through the trees 
and give lift-off life into the wings of cardinals, crane birds, and geese above.
Again and again they soar into the everlasting, blue sky
while reminding me to take another breath.

Only the author of the heavens could create such a beautiful, living portrait :)

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My Fearsome Five

I don't have one favourite animal
my favourites are the big 5
having been to Africa twice
seen them all real and live

The lion is so majestic
earning it's rightful place of king
the largest and biggest is the elephant
loving the water is their thing

Unpredictable is the buffalo
a lover of good old grass
A rhino loves a diet of vegetables
living for 40 years on mass

Finally we come to the loner
the leopard's never last
with a coat of beauty
and high speed so fast

So there you have my favs
a fearsome five they are
wouldn't want to meet them all at once
without having a fast car


Details | I do not know? | |


"When a self- centered animal cries it's considered weakness, 
which necessarily isn't a bad thing .However, 
when a  soulful animal cries it's considered strength , which necessarily isn't a good thing. For the latter, Its like the stars in relation to the universe. They  have witnessed the past present and future based on the weight of the ocean and the constant reminder of ones infinite sympathy and empathy"

Details | Lanterne | |

The Fledgling

A small bird flapping wings… bouncing, bobbing flight!

Details | I do not know? | |

Blood Words, Legends of the Wolves

Yea, victors jest. They out-sped the cast of hunger’s cave. Their cantors, ragged kept, did reach an faithful end. They in the din o’ drizzle laugh, licking cool drams from stone, as had they crawled o’er hot pools bled to prod ‘n prattle. And who’d, when quenched, a saunter risk simply to gaze at greener gray, who if by haze be fraught, need merely fathom sky? Lest be displeasured he to whom above could clouds be prone to tattle, go but shy requests, voiced dryly into azure. For so the victims passed, betrayed by breeze and snitch of brush, though Him on High, with just demand, they had beseeched. Each life a tale brought to lie, defaced, in scattered, muddy tomes. Torn is the silver lace, which once linked bone to bone. Yet risen, too, had wanton sighs, whereof his Mightiest to ask, whilst the ground, as should it care, received the rasps. For what doth emptiness command and what the unseen sovereign willeth are left matters later glibly to be bantered. Know oft’ the hunt finds one befuddled, spelled by guiles of a wraith. No taunt of tail waves, no wake of twig gives sway. With head to hang, his rack he gathers in a push to halt to stand bequeathed a chide of birds and chipmunk heckles. There, the timber rout delays with naught but mettle left to drain, as the mars of rock and thistle mark the wait. Chafe of paw, tongue feathered fowl, the foiled dashes stream to words, whereto the blood, in ruddy tones, by droplets trickles.

Details | Haiku | |


Strange holes in my yard, Disappearing veggies and fruit; Neighboring rodents!

Details | Haiku | |

Haiku Snippet I

Cold water lapping
Quiet barking and a quick 
Splash out near the bay

Songbird in brisk rain
Perched under a broken branch
Nest in tree hollow

Floating atop it
Our paddles swept through the lake
A budding blossom

Blushing and a chill
Moon wane and dragonfly hiss
Step on Winter cress

Red fox hunts in reeds
Swimming after a small mouse
Sky is clear and bright

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Florida animals

Key Deer are tiny,
Prancing around on the islands,
Key Deer are mammals.

Details | Rhyme | |

Here I Stay

Live I here, a frosty glow,
Steams in and out of snow.
From where I look through the glass,
To the black wings of the crow.

As I walk I see the source,
The light that is oh so coarse. 
For now remains a memory,
As a forgotten shining force

The crow I see looks down on me.
His beak reaches beyond his tree.
He sees the light behind my head
He sees the light that sets him free

The crow has now flown away
For the light has brought him astray
For now, here I stay. 
For now, here I stay.

Details | Free verse | |

Sand in My Shoes

We walk passed the
wetland wash
in the sanctuary of birds
onto the beach.
We see the osprey mother
in her nest of branches
on top of famous
Target Rock;
and out in the sound,
the head of a black monster 
flickers back and forth 
below the moving surface.

Details | Prose | |

Bedding Down

Wailing winds, crying in the empty night; 
tripping leaves rattle across, walls and roads; 
click-clacking out a lullaby.

Soon, squirrels will be rocked into a 
hibernating dreamtime; 
their nests swaying in high treetops.

As fall unmasks winter, 
Mother Earth beds down her creatures; 
tucking them in for
the approaching nights.

Wrapped in her white blanket, 
she takes her, long-deserved rest.

Details | Verse | |


Have you ever watched an eagle
soaring it its flight?
Have you ever heard a frog sing
as he calls out in the night?
Have you ever seen a chipmunk 
and looked him in the eye?
Have you ever felt a wolf was near
when you heard his lonesome cry?
Have you ever watched the cows come home
one by one, in line?
Have you ever observed a swooping bat
in the darkness of nighttime?
Have you ever felt the softest fur
on a little kitten's back;
or touched the velvet cover
on a young deer's rack?
have you ever watched the moon come up
long before it's due
or watched it go down slowly
when the sun was up there, too?
Have you ever watched a butterfly 
struggle to be free
of the cocoon which changed it
into what it was meant to be?
Have you ever watched a spider
spin his silken chain
if something tore it down
it quietly began again?
There are things which we can learn
if we only watch and see.
It's all right here before us......
Nature's Perfect Symphony.

Details | I do not know? | |

Rains, Legends of the Wolves

Toddlers teeter on the hollowed trunks and sport with juts of ice. 'Cross boulder bridges, flouting rapids, hop the agile blond and beige. Yet in close chase, for or found, and on uneven ground, they’ll slip. Clots in black and rose bespatter tans and whites. Though clouds may cope the flights of cubs and fawns in torrents spirit laden, steps shan’t be erased, where o’er plight’s edge they’re furrowed. Would least the cliff lay lad to nestle upon drifts of pedals fallow or as cradled by green swaths of summer blades. For if to hope, the whelp when bade need but renounce a bed of clover, might a father’s beckon stern retrieve the slain. But scolds can echo no reprieve where o’er forever’s precipice the yearling brown has left the seasons scarlet stained. Though with the day’s advance, a glance would chance the fact all tracks do fade, in the havens gray, in every trace, we dawdle. It’s the cleft that blanched a mother’s face. Bereft, her tears are gained. And blood ‘s been shed till never, like the rains.

Details | Rhyme | |

Country Walk

Living in the city,
It's so easy to forget
That Nature is alive and well
And we are in her debt.

Away in wooded country,
On an early morning walk,
I came across a group of deer
And one resplendent hawk.

But what streaked by in front of me
That shook me to my socks
Was something that I rarely see - 
A gorgeous russet fox.

Its bushy tail bounced out behind
As it went darting past
With just a glance to where I stood,
Stock-still, heart beating fast.

My walk resumed, my senses poised
To what might next appear,
So different from my city life
But always waiting here.

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Breakfast Buddies

I sat on the grey wooden bench, that sunny morning; studying for a test. A grey squirrel leapt up next to me, as if to say…”hello”. He eyed my biscuit and I pinched off a piece; laying it next to him. He stuffed it into puffy cheeks and with a twitch of his nose, stepped closer; bushy tail perked up, behind him. I passed him another pinch or two and after his dining experience, scrambled away. I enjoyed my last bite, watching him ascend a fir tree. With two weeks left in the spring semester; I returned to the park every morning and crammed for exams. Each time, he appeared on my bench and we shared breakfast; He stayed longer, each time. When the semester ended, I knew my furry friend would miss me, as much as, I would miss him. As fall leaves played with the light and color, I made my way to campus, and my favorite garden bench with my biscuit and coffee. I crossed the street and noticed, Mr. Squirrel; There he sat on the garden bench, waiting for me. I wasn’t sure that I’d see him, but this time, I bought an extra biscuit and we both ate, heartily.

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Disappearing Grapes

Beneath the light of the moon;
my arbor of grapes began to appear,
as if it were,

By the light of the sun;
came the revelation,
that this wasn’t the case.
Instead my arbor,
was being devoured
by the local wildlife.

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Paw-prints in the snow
Frozen in time;
Tracks once swift halted,
Still but already gone;
A trace of thee untraceable,
An anonymous signature
Of something which was.

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ABC Animal Twist

ABC Animal Twist

Adored and diverse, life thrives on earth; each day nature sees new births.
Big and small, abundantly in seas and trees; great beauty breathes.
Chameleons, cats, corn snakes, and coots, survive great threats in life's pursuit. 
Delightful dragonflies from dart frogs duck; drake-crakes scoot upon lakes. 
Eagles and egrets soar blue skies; an elephant endangered cries.
Fabulous fauna: fairy flies, and deer upon flora feed needs.
Graceful purple gallinules, young goats, and giraffes bring joyful laughs.
Hag-fish, halibut and hammerhead birds…birds?  Yes!  Nature preserves.
Insects and ibis work their charm; crusty isopods cause alarm.
Jaguars enjoy tasty meals; leftovers are the jackals' appeal.  
Kiwi that fruits, kiwi that flies both species in New Zealand resides.
Living world the Creator made; since the beginning, wisdom stayed.
Matchless miracles, wonders, and births together blessed on our earth.
Never alone, no matter where, life exists here, there, everywhere.
Oh how beautiful, artfully wonderful, God-primed blissful place.
Planet earth and outer space together share a glorious race.
Question not; God loves this world. See creations glide, slide, swim, and swirl. 
Reverence life; it was made with love; He still watches from up above.
Still breezes and sunshine please; sturgeon, shrimp, salmon, and sardines feed; 
Termites, thrashers, terriers and teal find niches that have appeal.
Under God's skies, the umbrella birds fly.   Man ponders; God replies.
Venomous snakes make rodents quake; Vultures clean up for good health's sake.
Weeping willows watch wolves whelp; chirping yellow warblers sing to elves.
X-Ray fish known since early days leave modern man looking amazed.
Yosemite toads, yetis, and yaks live on the lands without lack. 
Zoology on earth from alligators to zorilla zings!

© Name withheld for the contest
February 24, 2010

Poetic form: ABC

See> ANIMAL HABITAT PICTURES LINKS for my ABC Animal Twist poem It was posted 
separately as a list poem.  OK I hope.  Smiles

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Mustangs Are Born Free - Monchielle

(Monchielle) Let wild horses run free In mountains let them be Release them let them go Stop killing these horses They are so scared you know Let wild horses run free Don't divide mom from baby Wild horses to be free Let them run in mountain Don't take freedom away Let wild horses run free Let's join voices help horses Take them where they belong They truly need our help Selling these horses wrong Let wild horses run free Since small I love horses I grew up watch them grow Mustangs are beautiful They're unique smart you know. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2009 September,10,2014

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Animals Are The True Role Models

Animals love,
How beautiful it is, that love
unconditional and pure
like the wind, it blows regardless of who you are.

Animals love
they do not judge,
regardless of who you are,
like the sun kissing your skin,
they'll love you
fore all are worthy of the sun's kisses.

To find a love as pure as that is rare
in anything but an animal,
but I lead by example.

You may say what you will,
you may judge me,
you may insult me
and call me unworthy.
But I shall love you.

You may judge my wallet,
and judge me for a lack
but I shall love you.

you may look at my face,
and judge me ugly 
but I shall love you.

you may judge my character
or dislike my words
but I shall love you.

You may hate anything about me
and I shall love you just as strong

because this world is a beautiful place.
In its most pristine state, it is a place of love.
And life itself is a gift of love,
so everyone is entitled.

Animals love with innocence,
without boundaries or conditions,
animals fill this world with awe.

It's something to aspire for.
To love that purely, and without expectations.

In a world that's so focused on judging others,
on making them feel like they're less worthy of living
because of a technicality,  and yet coming home to an animal
who'll never judge them and love them forever,
 it's surprising how no one had figured out who the true role models should be.

It takes courage to be a good person in an evil world.
To follow your heart even when the world tells you that you need to conform to it's corrupt morals.
If more people dedicated themselves to loving like animals,
this world would be such a wonderful place to live,
...And true friendship wouldn't be as hard to find.

But in the meantime, if I'm screaming into the void,
 my words going unheard and unseen,
 if no one will love unconditionally
then I will love alone.

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Beware from alligators,
A notice board was hanged,
Outside the pond,
And water was very quiet.

I tried to look around,
I haven’t seen any alligator,
But suddenly an animal came,
And bend to drink water.

I have seen a giant alligator,
Attacked on an animal,
But a poor animal has lost his life,
But board was still hanging.

I have seen thousands alligators,
In white clothes but never seen, 
Any notice board, is system so worst?
They are sucking bribery who noticed.

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edits was set up fine on my word doc here. had a few issues with words and such out of line tho on my work here. see how this turns out. 

Magnificent 48 foot long snake.
Dead 60 million years.
Hunting silent as death,
a stunning animal at home in water.
Back bone fossils found in a Colombian quarry.
New record size.
Imagine seeing one today.
Maybe a good job none are alive now.
Bad men would hunt them
to sell to collectors,
put in a zoo,
kill and be stuffed in a 
drug cartel’s mansion.
What made Titanoboa so big?
Eating 15 ft Blunt Nose crocs after
crushing them to death?
No, warm temperatures did.
What a sight, a 48 ft snake weighing a ton.
Alive 60 million years ago.

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Man or myth, fact or fiction, a primitive walking legend,
A photo vision of realism, or fraud’s conception of the
Ultimate hoax gone wrong, evolutions unseen experimental
Beast, lying in the hallow shadows of discovery.
In the tinder box of humanity vs. creationism, the
Patterson film is a spark igniting the flame of
Controversy, singeing the ends of these too
Fragile beliefs, pitting them against each other.
Anomaly belong, in the twisted trail of DNA,
Is she a Hominid unknown or a cryptid fake?
In the vast body of evidence, do we truly
Have to kill just to prove that something exists,
Life is mystery, beauties accent quality, and
Freedom is a God given right, not to be taken
Away lightly, with a single bullets flashing’s strike.
Look within the eyes of the beast, to her kind
We are the true animals, invading her kindred’s
In the forest wilds here the screaming cries of the
Missing extinct, raging at their iron bars of the
Forgotten species, as the last one falls, do we
Not hear their bodies hitting the floor of existence.
Are we not the intelligent ape, whom climbed down
From the trees, and walked upon two legs of knowledge,
Nay do I ponder these questions?
In the linkages of legacies frame work, a divine welder
And craftsman decides the lines of survival not mankind.
A harsh fact in realism, tomorrow we may become the earthen dust
Blowing in the winds of destiny, joining the dinosaurs of yesterday.
Man or myth, fact or fiction, a primitive walking legend,
A photo vision of realism, or fraud’s conception of the
Ultimate hoax gone wrong, evolutions unseen experimental
Beast, lying in the hallow shadows of discovery.

.In the forest thicket, the hunters stalk the forests unknown,
And there huddled together are the crypid, hugging
Their young tenderly ever closer to the bare bosom, hushing them
To remain silent, for mankind draws ever nearer.
Man or myth, fact or fiction, a primitive walking legend,
A photo vision of realism, or fraud’s conception of the
Ultimate hoax gone wrong, evolutions unseen experimental
Beast, lying in the hallow shadows of discovery.


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I sought wisdom on a lonely road
And then in libraries.
The lonely road gave me the best,
For on a road, a lonely road,
One sees beauty and the beast.
The beauty is there in willow tree
And the beast might let you see.

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Waya Keeper and Teacher

Waya Keeper and Teacher 

May the keepers of the forest;
Do the best they can.
To keep the enemy at bay;
And protect these sacred lands.

May they remember;
That strength is found in packs.
That all are needed;
In this difficult task.

May they howl out a warning;
With the call of the wild.
That we must preserve our brethren;
For every man and child.

May their paws make many tracks;
Through the valleys and the fields.
Until the very day;
That balance is instilled.

May they teach us their medicines:
Of survival and renewal.
And remind us that man cannot;
Eat money and drink fuel.

Darlene Doll Smith