Hell-bent stallion muscles led the mustangs through the plain,
On their heels rode hard a hired man –his job to rope the best--
Rearing high the stallion—urging speed as autumn winds dance thru his mane.
Sheets of lighting limned silhouettes as they pounded toward the west--
Enchanted now the man reined in—this day let beauty rule his breast.
Zebras full of Zest and Zeal
Exquisite Stripes Dancing Happily
Black and White, Black and White
Running wildly as it turns into prey
Africa's Amazing Animal!
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.
Love that’s tough, parents
See their little ones grow to adulthood.
Rodents that stealthily invade a home,
Agile and able to crawl through tight spaces.
Troublesome pests that chew holes and leave droppings,
Scurrilous scavengers with beady-eyed faces.
For Andrea Dietrich's Four Letter Word Acrostic contest.
P erception, direction intention, ( lets make spiritual ) earthly..'
O wow..' saving their strength maybe? well maybe..'
O utlaw carriage rides, in N Y C, horses would have more time; 4 T V..?
R egulation in school legislate against.. Against.? hazards in play..?
S ave the wretched flesh from toil, ( really ?) (really?)
E gregious intervention, yes that's it..' let people stay months in their bed
N ot to long till the muscles waste in legs, (hey why not live without living)
S ave mankind from any labour, obesity... Is just the resulting flavour
E quine mammals enjoy moderate labour, D N A I'm sure will agree..'
copyright Joe Maverick.co.uk
M idnight. I journey
O utside, lured by
N octurnal serenade.
D Daisy plays, and Violet bathes in a sudden evening rain
A Anointed too, is Rosie's face, with every gentle drop
N Narcissus squeals with laughter, too, and sings a sweet refrain
C Crickets dance, wear plaid berets, and do a Celtic hop!
I In the mud we’ll find two weeds, they flop about a lot!
N Nanny Mum, and Granny Plum , play banjos in the band
G Gardenia's cheeks are white and sleek, she scrubs from end to end
R Rabbits hear the jubilee, and from their holes they pop
A A squirrel or two, come down the tree, where all the fuss began
I In spite of fear, the little mouse, looks out to see what’s up
N Nearby, the cat, just waves his hat, allows the mice some fun!
N Now dogs join in, start chasing cats, they splash, and play like kids
R Rainbows fill the evening sky, where now the sun peeks in
O Overhead, the clouds are tinged, in greens, and blues and reds
P Pretty is the world tonight, refreshed, and smelling good
S Softly now the pitter-pat upon on the evening’s hood
Submitted for PD's Acrostic Contest:7/3/14
How varied in color they are
One after another, a palette
Under house cat code
Some will stay true to their species others get spoiled
Everyone has their own individuality.
Cats never slow down
Are hyperactive comets, ricocheting
Throughout a house
Settling down is forgotten completely.
POET DESTROYER SLY LIKE A FOX
Perhaps the animal inside is an excuse
Or maybe a legitimate ruse -
Either way it is understandable
The reason for having an inner animal :
Deep inside the conscious and thinking woman you are,
Exist primal force and urges by far
Sinful to the eyes of many outsiders - aye
To bishop ayatollah or rabbi.
(Rabbi of course differs from rabbit
Or should I say delicious dinner which is my habit)
You explain your urges by hiding inside the animal,
Even though animals themselves don’t use this fable.
Refer for example to the virgin
Sturgeon, who needs no urgin’
Love, lust, dove , dust -
You’ll find that they all move, must -
Lurking in their breast is no inner human pal
Icily saying, “You have no right to be natural;
Keep your feelings and urges well controlled
Exactly like humans are usually told:
And if you’re lucky the inner human will
Fail and the animal you are, will prevail.” . . . .. .
Or maybe the human will win and say
X - rated urges are simply not acceptable today.
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Written for ¥ Destroyer ¥ Poet - Contest Name : P.D's INNER ANIMAL
Words are what are learned after being born
Our language a tool is sometimes forlorn.
Real communication flows from the soul.
Deciphering it has challenges in any goal.
Since dawn of time it has changed each morn.
Take any animal sounds they are learned.
Hearing is only the beginning to be discerned.
Expecting we are sole communicators’ unearned.
Hearts beat the same in humankind and animal.
Error is ours to believe creating an anomal.
An arrogance of mankind makes it tangible.
Reason seeks out nothing, makes all reasonable.
Trace to whatever past you believe to be palpable.
Our classes have been taught to seek the truth.
From our past days and nights we were uncouth.
Imagination is not just humankind’s thoughts alone.
Make no mistake; all creatures have structure of bone.
Along with organs similar as our science has shone.
Great life, whether by science or religion has grown?
Intellect is not the only decision for any zone.
Now go and listen to all living things with a tone.
Allow not only your mind to decipher only prone.
Take into the future that all life be continually sown.
Imagination is in your soul, and can never be a clone.
Our words are a bark or growl to others as known.
Now imagine your experience, if we could only moan.
Longing to belong
Their trunks and tusks
Safari they reign
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 ©
Cats are a curious lot
All species playful; some dangerous
They care for their own
Some, like people, are loners.
My beloved wild
A poem for you
No one like you
Your soft claws and tiny teeth
Your hiss soft as a whisper
My beloved child
The lessons you teach
Never will I forget
In the embrace cocoon
I return you to the nest of love
My wild Rudi
A poem for you
My beloved child
G-Gobbles up meat
Picky child I was
before & still am as
I’m writing this
picky, petite poem –
I am different
now…I’ve changed for
the better, though
it was a challenging
Clever and cheery
teenager I am in the
present and past,
getting used to
foods I once didn’t
Kangaroos hop with
hope happily, tigers
hunt wildly &
sneakily, cats meow
for people food & to
receive a feel-good
dogs yap for
(dependent, little &
big buddies), ants
gather & work, flies
hover around a heap
of droppings, debris
attack & laugh their
tails off, wolves
get into their
private packs, fish
swim playfully with
the family, gofers
barrel & eat up the
veggies from my
garden, cheetahs run
at full speed,
finches chirp their
dolphins go with the
wave’s ascending &
rabbits hop & chew
RAWR & laze around
on fields of golden
grace, bears huddle
with cubs & hide in
walk about on the
savannas & tons of
terrains much like
California in some
sense, lambs graze
looking eagerly for
around on the
kitchen & bathroom
floor, bedbugs bite
for the sake of
their sick appetite,
etc. ; is there
something new to
learn every night
and day? (The answer
is yes by deh way) I
guess I have to do
some research and
explore some more on
these subjects –
that’s my next
Yet, I still go back
to my picky, old,
innocent habits –
picking foods that I
cherish most and I
implore for more
that I can hardly
ignore & boast about
it more and more
till my mouth
becomes sore! SCORE!
(means SUCCESS!, I
nailed it, or other