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"
A choice desire made set a soul fire
The animal locked away no longer kept bay
Blood pulsing heart throbbing mind does conspire
A new day with passionate words to convey
Shock it will many of you freedom expressed
Pounding chest hell with rest not human nature test
Open mind people try to find what suppressed
Dare not I say equally all of you blessed
Drape over lonely hours, gloom of night
The silence that succumbs me takes its toll
I am left with stardust shed from starlight
Words behind me, left as ink upon my scroll
You're still inside my heart, marksman of my soul
Stillest ocean wrath, black by moon's allure
The blackbird dips to brush the water's drone
Her wings spread wide and mind set free and pure
No two-legged demons here to throw a stone
She flies into the seaside night alone
Wackadoodles are crazy silly.
Wackjobs are crazy serious.
Comedians are Wackadoodles.
Actors are Wackjobs.
Comedians know they are clowns.
Actors think they are doing something
for a living so very important that people
need to hear their thoughts and opinions
on politics, poverty, war and peace.
Note to the Hollywood crowd,
you are play actors, emphasis on play.
No one with even a half of a brain
takes anything you say seriously.
The dogs Rin Tin Tin and Lassie were actors.
Monkeys, chimpanzees and gorillas over the years
have been actors in the movies and on television.
So shut the heck up and play your little characters.
If anyone really wants to know what is on your minds,
they can go to a zoo and ask a hairy ape or funky monkey.
Birds sometimes nest in places
Not meant for them to be.
I suppose the same might then be said
For the likes of you and me.
Landing twigs from nearby trees
And colorful strings less found;
While making homes from brick and stone
We humans prefer the ground.
Not that clouds aren’t so enticing
As wings in wide open sky;
Where birds were made for soaring there
And we’re made to wonder why.
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
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.”
Ideas to change my mind
Attempts to chain my mind
There’s a wild horse inside
Roaming the shrinking prairie
Whose voice does it heed?
What advice does it need?
To tame it is to break it
To put it to good use is
To put it in a yoke
Shake it off, throw it down
Forget what you’ve learned
This is how freedom will be earned
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.
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!”
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.
i wonder when the vultures feast,
do they hope for their next meal?
i wonder when lions feed on
what their harem provide,
do they feel proud,or just loved?
i wonder when frogs
gave up swimming
and try leaping for better ponds:
do they look inside the water
to see their new green skin?
i wonder what we have
that animals don't.
we have nothing,friends,
we have old things in new images,
and communicated in such a way
we forget the ways silence connect.
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
The three friends, they were talking
The Archer, fish and Bull
They’d all been round a good long time
They had their thoughts, and all
About the rights and wrongs in life
And each had problems too
They’d get together, each of them
And talk, that’s what they’d do
The archer told the wise old fish
I needs be on the move
I have a lot of life to live
That’s just the way I groove
“Now, I’m a dreamer” said the fish
I gain a lot of pleasure
Going right into my self
And seeking souls sweet treasures”
The bull, he said “I like to graze
I’m a sensual kind of being
Oh, I could laze around all day
As all around I’m seeing
The beauty of this crazy world
‘I’m contented, friends, that’s me
I have no need to dream, nor wander
I’m just content to be”
They carried on for some long time
The three friends, did this day
And when the conversation finished
And they each went their way
They all decided that this world
Has many different kinds
And each guy he must be himself
To gain some peace of mind.
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
So yes to answer your question
I do enjoy the fox in the window
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 ©
Lone and proud, soaring up high
Looking at you I understand why
You stay away and never come down
Why you`re a king without a crown
Made not to hold or to be held gently
Your look and touch are sharp, unfriendly
On earth you cause death, hurt and damage
But that`s how, to your maker, you pay homage
Your nature you can`t possibly deny
Every attempt made is hopeless, futile
You are avoided, feared, or even hated
Curious sentiments by ignorance created
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.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Written for ¥ Destroyer ¥ Poet - Contest Name : P.D's INNER ANIMAL
the point is followed feeling hollow
heavy and leaden
my case has yet to crack
the potential there
none the less
sweets and whims
keep my mouth a river
while I split hairs
frozen and thirsty
playing with my eyes
if only I could watch you fall
through the dark circles
iris a portal to the cage
where you are trapped
the only company my heart
eager for these thoughts to feed
i build my own fire
and it rages on
the smoke, the only witness
animals in the distance
shadows can only listen
Id rather forget youre there
An Angel stalked my better-half through my mind
Questioning our flawless design
Angel: "What is a beast if you grant it introspection?"
Man: "It's still an animal, yet closer to imperfection."
"What is a dog with no will to live?"
"A dog with a will always has hope to give."
"But dogs cannot contemplate, they simply are."
"Yet humans can, is it an improvement or a scar?"
"Undying love is a gift you bear!"
"What good is it when it hurts to care?"
"That is the beauty of woman and man!"
"But what is it, what truth is there to understand?"
"That is for God to tell"
"If our questions go unheard, I'm glad we fell."
"You've only fallen if you fail to see."
"I don't see god, but I can feel the animal in me."
"You would deny your God given status?"
"If God made us so great, then why can't we kill the bestial urges inside us?"
"Some people dwell closer to sin."
"Yet none of us can handle the animal within."
"I cannot help you if you can't agree."
"Only if I agree you will set me free?"
"Only with the glory of God can we save you and your kind."
"You cannot help me, you are just within my mind."
With that the Angel fell dead
The man stared calmly toward nothing and shot himself in the head
When the ether settles
and fortune bellows
and eastern stars make haste
Says one cat to the other's jazz
let not the crystal trade your
For growing roads like trees
a constellation mayn't foretell
Like ore, a mineral deposit found,
such plaster curves
and muscles drive.
The cat with jazz then
made aware, did leave his iron
And south by east
the stars they ride.
Man is superb in the whole nature.
He can over power every creature.
Man controls any animal by using his wit
and makes use of one for his own benefit.
Mighty lions are brought well under control.
Big elephants are playing very useful role.
Many animals are busy in service of man
and work very hard, do what these can.
Man can catch very poisonous snakes.
Poison is used in medicines,everybody takes.
Sea animals are caught for delicious food.
Sea food is taken by man to keep good mood.
Many birds are roasted to make tasty meat.
Man can kill any one which he wants to eat.
To trap other creatures ,he plans every day.
He shoots every one which comes on his way.
A person hides himself to save his life.
The man becomes animal in his strife.
I move and break, stumble quick and crack,
But Love that's born from God himself doth mend
My brittle, broken bones to strength again.
Please humble me, remake my head and heart.
slowly I tread water
weight of the world on my shell
who invited the elephant
donkey sneaked aboard
gravity of a city’s weight
bears down on me
*Written April 29, 2014
without a rocking-chair in sight
ol' Tam or Tom rules the roost
guarding henhouse since the fox lit out
and the door fell off its hinges
'n' all the hens cackle nervously about
wondering what tale to tell will
Felis catus softly howl tonight
to lull them nestling to defenseless
© Goode Guy 2013-08-05
for Marianne McKee's print
for the Charles Taylor Arts Center
ekphrastic poetry event 2013-08-11
When I was small I was a Lion cub
Lion girl wild and strong
Then the world caught up with me
And caged me
So I change
I was a pale dog that did as she was told
Surrounded by red and brown dogs
That really didn't like me
And they were much bigger
After years I changed again
I was a horse
Confident in my ability
Then everything changed
I still looked like a horse
I covered and painted myself
I hide my stripes
I was a Zebra, white and red
And so alone in that field
Now I'm changing, or trying to
Once I was a strong kind of cat
Maybe I can again
I'll be a Tiger
My stripes are hard earned and harsh and cruel
But I will make them mine
I will clean my paint away
And stand bare and strong and bright
Unflinching in the sun
Dare to condemn my for my past
And there shall be a whole jungle to contend with.
Lost on a misty mountaintop
chasing Hyakoju's fox
distant vistas unclear
draws presence to what's near
an alpine flower
the early morning dew
Turtles of the mind
Rabbits of love
Wolves of the body
Scavengers of the soul
The sea of feelings
Some walk with two legs
Some crawl on all fours
While others sail the blue sky
And we swim in the depths
A tidal wave of thoughts
Blister the mind
A storm of emotions
Flash across the soul
And the seas part
To reveal your passions
The hawk, your eyes may well see
The branches in the path
Travelling to three ends
A cheetah can carry you
Swiftly down a lonely road
Or the owl with its wisdom
May search the inner path a
And the rabbit shall run
For life or death
"We were all born part animal"
This is what my dad told us kids
all the frigging time lol
thanks dad and happy father's day
july 5th 1925 - april 11 th 1981
Dogs clearly possess it
Elephants care for young
Foxes protect their young kits
Giraffe’s calves are never shunned
But can they actually embrace them?
© Stacy Lynn Stiles