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Tiger in the Sea

I thought I had hooked the world’s largest grouper
After struggling for hours, I was still reeling
Refused help from a friend; I was a trooper
Somehow I found its resistance appealing
Hot sun on the Gulf had me in a stupor
And in my hands I started to lose feeling

It finally came into view just before dark
Was shocked to find a fifteen-foot tiger shark

He’d just been toying with me all afternoon
And he was more than half the size of my boat
I felt like a comic in a weird lampoon  
My heart seemed to be rising up in my throat
Captain Ahab might have viewed this as a boon
But far too much weight did this tiger shark tote

He bolted, took off, stripped the line from my reel
And I had to cast elsewhere for my next meal



* For Thvia's "The One That Got Away" contest (True Story!)

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Tiger in a Cage

Tiger in a Cage (a stab at men)

Like a caged tiger.
You do not know what is in my den?
There is no worse feeling than the way I pace back and forth repeatedly.
A headless collar is all you see.
The closer I get, the more you seem to pretend. 
To you these stripes look more like dots.
As you, continue to hold my lines and strands in your hand.
You stroke my stripes as if they were a loft of dental floss.

An ORANGE all squishy and rot.
Rough and tough!
You cannot peel what you cannot feel.
You do not know me at all?
You trust me.
You lace me.
You cannot describe the buds.
You cannot feel my fingertips.
A taste of nothing out of your lips.

Indian BLACK streaks in my skin.
How did you manage to even get in?
We mount this unspeakable stability.
A man-eater swallowing her growl.
This hunger is piercing throughout my veins.
Hiding the powerful black star sapphire in my eyes.
Every move I plan ricochets. 
A tiger, a tiger in her cage.

Only in your world, I am my own prey.
My wildness is rarely found above my skin.
Every day I wear this heavy coat, my stripes continue to sink in.
It is a solitary confinement when you are around.
You cannot see the black diamonds under this unbearable frown.

Dingy claws, tapping……
Natures dew bestows a toneless mixture of orange and black tattoo.
These stripes, belittle my self-esteem.
The moon flashes overlapped our taboo.
Never will you see a tigers gleam.

Spirituality waiting to rise above the trees.
It is my choice, to stand behind these unbreakable twigs.
Fertilizing like pollen under a blanket of bees.
Still the effects of your eclipse, bounce off my wall.
I am telling you!
You don't know me at all?
The roads these loads continue to grow.
Far ahead, I am the gravel under your toes.
Crouching like a Tiger hiding the way a dragon breathes.

You don't know how I feel!
I am a tiger in a cage please set me free!

by;pd

"Breed to Breathe" by Napalam Death 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pKP9aaFkEEQ 

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ANIMAL COURT

I relate this story from my room in the Quiet Vale Giggling Academy

A reader might find my story hard to believe
BUT!
At one time in my life –
As a matter of fact quite recently –
I had just finished Dr. Doolittle’s great study
‘Talk to the Animals”
And after several months of following Doolittle’s observations
Found I could actually understand animal talk
Which was really just grunts    growls and bodily motions –
Tail switches
Chop-licking
Lurches
Farts 
Things such as that

Quite by accident
While walking in the woods one day
I happened on a scene
A robin told me was ‘animal court’
Resided over by Judge Grump
At once I noticed a huge lion
Seated on a stump
His heavy tail thumping the back of the stump
“When Grump thumps the stump court will come to order
And when Grump thumps the stump    all better listen!” sang the robin
There were a number of spectators  -
Squirrels
Possums
Raccoons
Deer
Birds 
All chattering at once
So that Grump had to thump the stump many times
Growling horrendously till they stopped chattering
There was no jury
No lawyers
Just this marvelously striped tiger
Tail down
Standing in front of Grump seated on his stump
I assumed the tiger was the defendant
The lion judge began with a thump of the stump
“You are accused of eating your best friend
Is that correct?”
The tiger swished his tail
“Yes”
“A dachshund named Stretch
Is that correct?”
The tiger swished his tail
“Yes’
“Sad” the lion judge continued
“You were reported to have done everything together –
Touched noses
Sniffed out-holes
Even wrestled together
Such fine friends
What could have caused such an action on your part?”
At this point the attending group began chattering vigorously
The lion judge    Grump    thumped the stump
Thumped
And thumped
As thumping the stump wasn’t loud enough he growled
Finally the crowd quieted
“How could you do such a thing to your friend    Stretch
I’m stumped.”
The tiger looked around
Eyes blazing
Jowls dripping
Gorgeous stripes undulating    blazing in the sun
Tail swishing in manner of reply
“I was hungry” he said
“Case dismissed!” said Grump
With a thump of the stump!

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Aussie Roulette

Aussie Roulette

50 years ago we had a sport
Of the deadly dangerous sort
Fight a Tiger snake just one
Quick as lightning in the sun

Used just once a post hole shovel
6 foot long was the handle
Running barefoot with the Tiger
Banded black n brown, a gamble?

Adrenaline ignites, terrifys!!!
Up the handle 5 foot tries
3 strikes each the 5 foot bugger 
Deadly battle, won another

Fang marks on the handle sit
Near my hand where he had bit
Don’t fight old Tiger he may win
Stupidity it is a sin!

Don Johnson

Hindsight says don't play with snakes.
My Tiger was launching 5 foot all his body at me, incredible because he was 
racing  alongside me  at the time.

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The Tiger In His Glory

 
A stealthy tiger stalks his prey
His eyes alight with cunning gleam;
And tho' the world may peaceful seem
The lissome springboks graze and play --
The danger lurks, not far away

He crouches low, his muscles taught
While calculations fill his mind
The perfect arc of force to find;
His quarry, still without a thought
Of what design the tiger sought

The tiger springs, the creatures flee
His mighty limbs with awesome force 
Perform their planned and deadly course;
Now lies the springbok piteously
Forever torn from things that be

And o'er his corpse presides the prince
His solid jowls bespecked with blood
His razor claws in crimson flood;
He glories in these trickling glints
That show his skill in ruby tints

And when the prince has et his fill
The birds descend to eat the rest
To feed the young ones in the nest;
But on the tiger roams at will
He's free to wander, hunt, and kill


Written on the twenty-eighth of July, 2013

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The Tiger and the Dove

The tiger, majestic and proud
Fearless, strong and solitary
A predator by nature
Domineering yet wary

The dove, gentle and harmonious
Passive and apprehensive
A free spirit by nature
But always on the defensive

The jungles most perilous feline
Encounters the fragile dove
A most unlikely pair
Yet they have found love

Their journey will be a challenge
Obstacles in every direction
A never ending conflict
Between rage and affection

Each possesses, what the other lacks
Complimenting and yet taunting
A compromise of character
Is what they are wanting

She wants his intemperance
He wants her domestication
Together seeking a compromise
In search of salvation

The dove cannot tame him
Or dismiss his need for the hunt
She must accept who he is
Placing him at the forefront

The tiger cannot disengage her
Or deride her passion to nest
He must accept who she is
Keeping her abreast

The future lies uncertain
For the tiger and the dove
But they can conquer anything
If they just remember to love

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A Song of A Tiger Living Free

Ample vicissitudes we both had faced after the blood-curdling shipwreck while on voyage trapped in a warren, dreams sailed in a haze my young master bravely tamed me for his advantage I became his bosom friend, worth not to put back in a cage. Young master, what a strong faith you had! despite the danger you didn’t give up you had the power, a gift unparalleled to any other lad to commiserate a beast was not your mishap nature’s realm was exalted by your heart to the top. While the wave-tracks lead to uncertainties, life-boat drifted along the sea in misery you felt at ease with me despite your difficulties as fishes miraculously abounded, I fed myself happily believing that you were the best angler who did all things for me. I hummed a song in a long journey of anguish on our way awaited all the scorching hassles the gale of storm flogged once more its piece mysterious island beckoned with its ostentatious obstacles but, your courage and prayers walked over all troubles finally, I found my lair through your ardent struggles.
August 12, 2013 6.30pm ©2013by Leonora Galinta Second Place Contest: any poem goes Judged: 12/30/2013 Sponsor: Poet Linda PD

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WRITING THROUGH Tiger Woods 2-CONTEST clerihew--

Clerihew—

WRITING THRU TYGER WOODS

Tiger,Tiger, burning bright--
Man of iron , get it right.
If temptation‘s in your face
Putt a caddy in your place.



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TIGER WOODS complete long version

Tiger Woods
    By Victoria Anderson-Throop

What a hero-- Tiger Woods--
He sells golf and sporting goods.
Chases ladies in the night
Tells kids not to curse or fight

Tiger, Tiger burning bright--
You must learn to play it right.
When temptation’s in your face
Putt a caddy in your place.

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Tiger Tableau

     Tiger Tableau

Six shots rang out loud
Woke the jungle calm
My trained tiger hit
Landed on me hard
Good thing I am fat
We both could have died


10/16/14  Earl Schumacker -  DESIGN YOUR TABLEAU – Poetry Contest
“You become responsible forever for what you've tamed.”

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La Belle et La Bête (Beauty and the Beast)

The sweet neck of her life came adorned with dazzling jewels of the ages;
jewels imbued with holy virtues, long before she was born.
She rose, alone, Venus veiled above a sparkling sea,
her love light flashing wherever she gazed.

As she spun her cosmic spiral, a tiger, hungry with anger and bitterness,
tore at the veil, hoping to claim victory—fire and passion.
Each time she dipped her head, trying to free herself from the ships of ancient
torments that lay anchored at her throat, the tiger roared for more,
devouring jewel upon jewel—fire upon fire, passion upon passion.

She lay, alone, her carotid adornment shortened by the tiger’s every move,
her virtues struck down until she was left grasping at a choker
‘round her throat, her life soon to end.

Then, in the billowing clouds of her torment, she saw Diana rising from the sea.
She stood on an iridescent ivory shell, her arrow poised to strike.
The tiger raged, but could not pierce the clouds.
A red fury filled with fire and passion shot from its hell-born eyes;
its massive jaws spewed hot saliva that set the sea on fire.

The sea itself cried out, “Golden Diana, make your arrow swift and sure;
the world in Venus is quickly fading.
Strike now, the tiger, and restore all aright!”

Even while the prayer was being uttered,
Diana’s aim proved its power as the arrow found the tiger’s heart.

In a flash, Venus was restored,
her long strand of jewels aglow,
the tiger at her side.
Together they stood in a deep, iridescent ivory shell
and made their way out to sea
with a wind that was sure and true.

All was set aright.  All was free
as they sailed into the rising moon,
her Venus jewels lighting the way.



Written in contemplation of Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee around a
Pomegranate, One Second before Awakening, by Salvador Dali. (1944)

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FIERY SPIRIT LEAPS






Slowly pacing a captive rail, her gaze pierces beyond red stars eyes with burnt ire, a tigress howls bellowing through jungles afar; As pride of theme parks, she deplores the ropes leashing an alluring gait, others like her, in silence weeps on circus grounds, in king's estate... Sleek beauty wrapped in orange-black her linings torn as branded fur, oh Sumatran lynx, endangered as man becomes the beast, she prepares; When nature guides a fired escape towering leaps endure what’s wrong, and moonlight scans bold tigress' maze on fields where her spirit belongs. ------------------------- "If having a soul means being able to feel love and loyalty and gratitude, then animals are better off than a lot of humans." - James Herriot Relate Your Poem To One Of These Quotes Giorgio V's Contest by nette onclaud

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A Tiger's Tale

Oh, master of heaven on four legs have we walked too long
let me upright walk said Amur the tiger, a man I would wish to be
“Amur” said the lord remain in the cave hungry and arise a man

The bear, who was his friend, stayed with Amur, the tiger in hunger
in a cave and as the Lord declared the bear for her discipline became a woman
Amur the tiger left to hunt, ate, and still slinks through the mountains.

Amur distraught stalks the woods in an endless hunt for food
man upright and small may only kill or bow to the tiger strength and pray
together man, woman and tiger may yet save the world.


*Above I have briefly told you of two of Korean creation myths.
The TIGER is at the center of Korean Culture, they have the 
largest tigers in the world in North Korea now, and they are
coming back from near extinction.



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A Day in the Life

in India’s heat the spoors of a lone creature. . . leading to water in a shallow pool the solitary beast bathes. . . sun pours down golden a lame gaur wanders near the tall yellow grasses. . . the crouching tiger around the carcass two females join in to feed. . . benevolence reigns racing with shadows as dusk steaks the orange sky. . . the Bengal tiger Written 7/29 for Shadow Hamilton's New Contest Tigers Living Free

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Tiger running free

Tiger running free

Tiger running through the scrub
The sun upon his back
Muscles rippling all aglow
He’s sprinting down the track

All lesser beasts they hide away
What can they do but cower?
They feel it in their frightened souls
This wild cats mighty power.

But striped oppressor doesn’t care
That’s not where he is at
He’s just playing with his cubs
This big, soft, gentle cat.

27 July 2013 @ 1750hrs.




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An ode to cotton

My little white fluff ball
I think all the kittens will grow
Soft and sweet
up to be healthy and strong the
Small and calm
way they should be when they
She is as sweet as candy
should be. I think they will love. 
She plays all day  and sleeps all night.

Anyone who will love them. 
They are small but strong.
 I know they will have	great lives ahead of them
She loves to have fun 
Her small blue eyes glowing, tiger with his new owner 
Ash and Cotton with us. 
I love cotton just as much as the others.
She love her siblings 
She is small and loud		
			
I love her lots
She weaves between the gates
And runs after her brothers tail
I wish she was more quick.
I still love her with all my heart
Like I love ask and tiger her brothers
They are all sweet and they are like little rabbits.
I hope they grow up to be big and strong
My little angles they may seem now but
What about when they are older?

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The Tigers Eye

My Canon SLR, is set, night light on, but it’s only still dusk
Positioned waiting hoping for the promised elephant with tusk
Crouching low a rustling in the hot scrub grass close by
I turn slowly hoping, but look straight into a tigers golden eye…

An overpowering smell my nostrils do detect
A deathly smell of blood, on my life I do reflect
The eye of the tiger with its golden hue
He seems so neat, almost manicured too…

The white stripes round his wide open eyes
The crackle of dry grass, the buzz of the flies
The sweat does drip, down my nose
My heart beats fast, the shutter won’t close.

His small ears on such a large head do mesmerise me
The long, long whiskers twitch, so I believe it is a he.
Do I move? Do I breathe? What am I to do?
A tiger with black pupils, why didn't I bring a crew.

Looking through my lens, I see his nose twitch a little bit
I am on his menu it was then the shutter did click
I’m drenched in sweat; he lowers to pounce, this will be goodbye
My prayers are said, my life relived, I know it’s time to die…

Straight through the lens, but what I really did not see
He’s looking to my side, my prayers are answered it isn't me
A sigh escapes, I dare to breathe, I turn as slowly as I dare…
That’s when I spot a flock of gazelle; one of them will be his fare

© 26/11/2012 ~GG~

  Contest Entry for: Viewing Life Through A Lens

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Tiger Temple

                         Late September-boarded a Boeing tripple seven
                                   A life long dream has come true
                           Im on my way to Thailand-my holiday heaven

                               Peaceful and quiet people I met there
                                 Smiling faces-no matter how poor
                       Buddha seems to make them happy-they really care

                           Riding the elephants was a bit scary though
                              Slow and shaky walk made me seasick
                                       Threatens my belly to blow

                              Mr Joey the driver-everlasting smiles
                             Takes me westbound to Kanchanaburi
                          Dozed off I did-the drive lasted many miles

                       Kanchanaburi we arrived-home of the Tiger Temple
                        Walking and cuddling with these beautiful beasts
                                I prayed they would treat me gentle

                                   Walking with a tiger on a leash
                        Try to keep my calm-stiff look into the camera
                     Hopefully no anger my four legged bud would unleash

                                 Finally made my way back home
                                 The Tiger Temple I had survived
                    And Im here writing-not a single hair they did chrome

 
 
A.Ertsland
5th January 2012

Guess it is fair to say that this has been my greatest holiday,ever! I saw a documentary on Discovery Channel two years ago,about munks living together with tigers in Kanchanaburi,Thailand.It just amazed me to the fullest-living peacefully with these beautiful beasts..,wow factor all over it!
Then in september 2011,we set course for Hua Hin,Thailand,-roughly 2hr drive south of Bangkok.(Rented a wonderful house there at Natural Hill.com) At one of the local tourist information offices,we found brochures of the Tiger Temple.Had Mr Joey,the everlasting smiler-driving to this unique temple.Spent the day out there,and what a magnificent experience! My puls went up a few notches as I mingled with the tigers,sitting on the ground with their head resting on my lap and cuddle with them.A mixture of fear,respect and admiration..All this combined with the lovely spirit of the Thai people: Amazing!!

Do some google about that tiger temple guys! Awesome pictures is to be found:)

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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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The Tiger's Eye


 
The tiger's eyes follows you He knows your every step Of his fang and claw beware Each step with measured care The shadowed jungle full of terror A hidden night bird calls again The moon on every swaying blade With daylight his call begins to fade The tiger follows its own path It does not know another way The end foretold in yesterday How long his habitat will stay 7/30/13

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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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Pot-bellies

Sight catchers and smile bringers :
Painted on them tiger pictures
For ‘tiger dance’ at Trichur :only use I know.

A barrel full a day drink and eat
And freely take it, 
If not naturally blessed.

Go wherever,
Precede ever :
Propel as though with an oar.

Belts or lotions applied on applied,
Yet not replied :
Advertisement-prone always.

Bulging, joggling,
Wiggling, waggling……………
Pot-bellies are pot-bellies.


( Tiger pictures are painted on hundreds of pot-bellies, and these people dance with drum 
beats accompanied on fourth day of Onam festival every year at Trichur, Kerala)


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To Tiger, With Love A True Story

To Tiger, With Love (A True Story)

"My pen drips of sorrow and on this paper, I write each tear"

~gone without a worldly trace,
       I’m left alone, the world to face… 
            with one went my wholeness grace, 
                my treasure laid up in heavenly place…
~O my feline friend, my wholeness grace, 
        I’m left alone in the world to face…
              many days I yearned and did pace, 
                   missing your playful moods and face… 
~one year ago said Love, my grace, 
        very soon your absence I would face… 
             with one, was laid up wholeness grace. 
                  My Love said that morning to my face… 
“with your return Tiger will be gone,
        do not be alarmed, I do him no harm… 
             with your friend, there shall be not end,
                  wholesome grace is laid up for one in friend.” 
~I kissed the nature face of wholesome grace, 
       he meowed goodbye, later I would cry…
            as the dawn of grace later was to be faced, 
                 in sorrow, the human man would soon pace…
~I remember the morning as yesterday, 
        and the many ways we used to play…
             my neutered Manx possessed many pranks,
                   to him, I dedicate my wholesome thanks… 
~unique, you were wholesome, meek,
       your life to me was wholesome Love’s peak… 
             I hear his meow in wholesome ethereal Spirit, 
                  beckoning…beckoning… my soul bonds ever close to it.

                 My  Manx cat ‘Tiger’ is heavenly stored! This is a true story, believe it or not. 
My inner conscience said to me the morning of the 19 of July this year before 
I left to go into town, that Tiger would not be there at home when I returned  
for he would be taken and with him, my treasures would be stored in heaven. 
I said my goodbyes only half believing my sacred precept voice. Sure enough, 
when I returned, my Tiger was gone without a trace. Sure,  the concept of 
the human mind could explain this paranormal phenomenon away. 
But this was my eight year cat’s first and only leave from home, 
whom I had raised from a kitten. 

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The Tiger and the Zebra

They can be seen through the bars and behind the glass
Some have fancy patterns and others with stripes
They run and hide so they can’t be seen
If you get too close they can get real mean
But they are irresistible, like a magnet to steel
So the people keep coming day after day
With their cameras and video devices
To make a memory for their friends to see
Some are exotic and others are erotic
Fun to watch in their native land
Others make you sad, wish to lend a hand
Everyone has their favorite posted on the wall
In books, computers, and cameras too
They seem to be everywhere for all to see
They thrive on attention and strive for fame
But now they’re cadged in their own little world
Without escape…  only left with their dreams
So they’re watched behind the glass or through the bars
Like a tiger… or a zebra

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Waiting with madness

I wait with anguish and sever hope and desperation
Hopeful that these rotten rusty bars will be gone 
I along with my friends here are in a state of depression and worry
Living life like this has been a painful challenging to say the least
Soon .Soon down they shall fall crumble, oh Gosh crumbling to the dirt
And yes we all will stomp the hell of out these cold confining pieces of metal
Oh yes we will run gratuitously to our hearts content 
And it would be nice to sit under a favorite weeping tree and lay contently resting -
And feel the warm sultry air pass through our manes   
Sweet noise ah the sounds of the night where I’d be my happiest searching for a mate
Just to feel the cool spender of emerald grass under our massive padded paws 
And to hunt our own food not some rotten substitute of meat that’s been kept cold
I want to chase down my prey with freedom and vigor while saliva spits of my jaw
I want to hear the patting of my victim racing with all its might 
Yes fight, the thrill of the fight while I hold my pray down with its last fighting breath
Dirt and grass would be thrashing in the air after each hoof passed in to mid air 
And then I will lay serene and full on the grass 
Cleaning the blood from my fangs! 

8/13/2013 

(Tigers living Free contest!)