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Long poem by Arild Andresen Ertsland | Details |

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:)

Copyright © Arild Andresen Ertsland | Year Posted 2012

Long poem by Calvin Genereux | Details |

The Tiger General

The Tiger General
Hobbes

The Tiger general strode onto the field of battle,
Tail flowing eloquently as he walked.
And then he turned to his men and began to speak,
They fell instantly silent as he talked.

The general led his men with a strong presence and iron resolve,
They fell into line at a quick command.
When they marched he always took the head,
And lead his men across the fields of sand.

His men followed him with love, respect and admiration.
His feats were the stuff that make up great tales.
Each fur who followed him took every order to a tee.
And when it comes to plans he never fails.

The tiger knew this battle was different then the last,
He felt the tides turn on the winds of change.
He knew that something horrible was about to happen.
He didn't know about the scope or range.

It was in the thick of the combat that he found it out,
and his face changed to one of hidden pain.
But he never showed his men a shred of doubt,
And each passing feeling he would detain.

He started loosing men at an alarming rate,
And he drew his blade and rallied the boys.
But the enemy had an advantage so large,
It made the master steel look like toys.

The guns were blaring left and right as the tiger stood his ground,
Never surrender he yelled to his men.
And nobody saw that he had shed a few tears
For brothers he would never see again.

The general never backed down and stood his ground,
He screamed that he would fight ''til his last breath.
And he fought with burning desire and passion,
He brought many a Soldier to their death.

And when it came time the tiger knew a showdown would occur,
As the two leader met amidst the fight.
The wolf opposite him unsheathed his own katana,
A true battle that would be quite a sight.

Each great leader was gifted with amazing skill,
They fought each other with tremendous guile.
And the further they got the more the tiger thought,
Soon enough the wolf will show his true style.

The battle went back and forth in a clash of sparks,
And then the wolf took out the tigers feet.
The cheater finally showed his true stripes and colours,
And brought the tiger general to defeat.

The tiger general's men rallied on to win the battle,
And even through death he drove them forward.
His men will always remember him as a friend and a brother,
And a man who truly lived by the sword.

Copyright © Calvin Genereux | Year Posted 2009

Long poem by ARYAN CHAUBEY | Details |

MASHALLAH

Mashallah mashallah
Woh oh ho..
Mashallah mashallah
Chehra hai mashallah
Naino pe naino ka
Pehra hai mashallah
Tujhko churaaya hai
Paaya hai yeh jahaan
Ho..hey..
Ho..hey hey hey
Mashallah mashallah
Chehra hai mashallah
Rang tere ishq ka
Ghehra hai mashallah
Tujhko churaaya hai
Paaya hai yeh jahaan
Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey..
Ho..hey..
Ho..hey hey hey
Yo habibi mashallah antashakala ajimullah
Yo habibi mashallah yashok aani miliaai hai
Yo habibi mashallah roofzabargat ganini
Badmanini badmanini badmanini taaliho

Jalta hai jal jaaye
Jalta hai jal jaaye
Pighal jaaye zamaana
Main tujhse tu mujhse
Bus itna fasaana
Teri yariyaan dildaariyan samjhaaniyan
Mili mila mujhe milana
Mashallah mashallah
Mashallah mashallah
Chehra hai mashallah
Naino pe naino ka
Pehra hai mashallah
Tujhko churaaya hai
Paaya hai yeh jahaan
Mashallah mashallah
Arey sholon mein sharara hai
Taaron mein sitara
Kudrat ne fursat se
Banaya mera yaara
Teri chahatein meri raahatein
Hai ibaadatein
Tu mila mili mujhe khudaayi
Mashallah mashallah
Woh oh ho..
Mashallah mashallah
Chehra hai mashallah
Naino pe naino ka
Pehra hai mashallah
Tujhko churaaya hai
Paaya hai yeh jahaan
Yo habibi mashallah antashakala ajimullah
Yo habibi mashallah yashok aani miliaai hai
Yo habibi mashallah roofzabargat ganini
Badmanini badmanini badmanini taaliho
Ho..hey..
Ho..hey hey hey
Mashallah mashallah
Chehra hai mashallah
Naino pe naino ka
Pehra hai mashallah
Tujhko ko churaaya hai
Paaya hai yeh jahaan
Yo habibi mashallah antashakala ajimullah
Yo habibi mashallah yashok aani miliaai hai
Yo habibi mashallah roofzabargat ganini
Badmanini badmanini badmanini taaliho
Ho.. hey..
Ho.. hey hey hey
Click Here for lyrics of all Hindi Songs
Mashallah Lyrics Details
Song Title: Mashallah
Music Director: Sajid Ali, Wajid Ali
Lyricist: Neelesh Misra
Singer(s): Wajid Ali, Shreya Ghosal
Song Duration (mm:ss): 04:46
Movie: Ek Tha Tiger (2012)
Starcast: Salman Khan, Katrina Kaif, Ranvir Shorey, Girish Karnad
Director: Kabir Khan
Producer: Aditya Chopra
Banner: Yash Raj Films
Release Date: August 15th 2012
For more details: Ek Tha Tiger Movie Page
If there are any mistakes in the Mashallah Lyrics from Ek Tha Tiger, please let us know by submitting the corrections in the comments section below.

Copyright © ARYAN CHAUBEY | Year Posted 2012

Long poem by Walter T. Ashe | Details |

The Tiger Butterfly's Dilemma



                                "The Tiger Butterfly's Dilemma"


                                        I have a burning 
                                               question
                                            for I've been 
                                                uniquely 
                                                named!

                                             One name 
                                              I have is
                                             completely 
                                                  free!
                                              The other 
                                                name's 
                                             sometimes 
                                                tamed!

                                            So here's my 
                                         burning question-
                                                  See.... 
                                                 I'm a 
                                           Tiger Butterfly!

                                            But I'm a bit 
                                              confused 
                                                 as to
                                                 really 
                                            "Who Am I?"

                                                 Am I 
                                                a Tiger 
                                                  in a 
                                              Butterfly's 
                                               disguise?

                                                 Or.... 
                                                  am I 
                                              a Butterfly
                                                  who 
                                                dreams 
                                                  with 
                                            Tiger's eyes?




                                              (WTA-IV)
                                              3/9/2016

Copyright © Walter T. Ashe | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Russell Banks | Details |

Tiger

Blank like a shattered psyche upon a blank man’s face
Blank like a fading vitality line on a heart monitor
Blank like a paper airplane
Blank…blank…blank…
Where hath serenity ran away to
Was it a victim of a kidnapping or did it quietly slip into an eternal sleep
The images, they have turned into black and white mute depictions of idiocy
Vibrancy has given way to a bland texture, a bland bleak world
Weeks, for weeks a search has been sent out to locate harmony
A decent idea, a great history of detail to recite and describe
Yet the teams have come up empty
Like water becomes a single droplet from a long drought
How did creativity turn into a poisonous, fiendish field of rotting vegetation? 
How did such a bright world fall prey
to the wonder of harsh blizzards and hailstorms? 
Karma, is karma the culprit
Or have the list of misdeeds finally came first in the race
Could this be a misstep, a mistake of fate? 
Or was it destiny to watch a land freeze over
The dreaded disease that turns a pencil into a projectile weapon
It has overtaken through underhanded tactics
It has won the battle, captured the general, forced a retreat
And I have fought tooth and nail to overcome it
I have sought refuge amongst stars, tigers, lyrics, a silent abyss
But still commanding as a dictator, this dreaded disease
Wishing to end, to begin the cessation of the legacy I started
So I find myself crawling headfirst through the belly of the beast
Tiger, gentle Tiger, why hath you now become so traitorous
Tiger, fierce Tiger in my right eye, you’re only burning a hole through it
Tiger, wise Tiger, you have rendered me useless
Tiger, loving Tiger, separate yourself from me
Tiger, lone Tiger, manifest into reality so I can look into your eyes
Tiger, Tiger; were your stripes not a mix 
of a golden orange flavored with pepper and salt
So why have they now changed into mimes
Tiger, Tiger devour my essence whole
Leave me a barren wasteland, just a shell in the dark
Separate yourself from me, find your own serenity
And leave me constructing my own symphony
Of a single droplet hesitating to fall from the air
For fear…if it falls…then the truth is real…
This is finally the end of me

Copyright © Russell Banks | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Elaine Ho | Details |

Seashore: the tiger and the fish

You're a tiger in the jungle, elusive, strong and free;
I'd wondered how I'd meet you, for I live in the sea.

And though I'd dreamt that one day soon I'd be no more alone,
That it is you my heart awaits I never could have known.

I've seen the waters far and wide, the shallow and the deep,
I've swam with fishes just like me but none could my heart keep.

I've met the sharks, the dolphins too, the turtles and the rays,
I've been to every inlet, every cove and all the bays. 

I've even met the gulls who soar, who freely roam the skies,
They tell me nothing's there for me amidst their woeful cries.

And so I travel aimlessly, evading many threats,
From predators and jealous kin to massive human nets.

I find myself quite lost once more, no longer in the sea,
I'm swimming now in waters fresh, I think, where could I be?

But not much time permits to pass, I must keep self aware,
I've narrowly escaped the grasp, the claws of great brown bear.

This bear it seems will not give up, he swipes and swipes again,
I tire now and lose my strength, I fear I've met my end.

Then all at once, it seems to me, the danger is no more,
I'm rescued now and safe again thanks to a mighty roar.

This roar it bellowed loud and deep, and it had kept me safe.
I wondered who could be the one who'd rescued me, a waif.

As I look up I see above two golden eyes like fire,
A steadfast creature watching me, in orange striped attire.

This beast he has the largest fangs and claws - sharp like a blade,
And yet, as I look into his eyes I just am not afraid.

A moment froze, we both are still, our spirits now connect,
His weapons borne are meant for me, for I he must protect.

The sun it sets, we've spent the eve our hearts entwined in song,
And yet we know the truth draws near, it mustn't be prolonged.

For you, my dear, you dwell on land and I swim in the sea,
And how could you or I change lives? It simply cannot be.

As I depart to swim away I feel I cannot cope,
But then a thought has dawned on me, and now I feel some hope.

For how we met was not by chance, and we are all we need,
The land it meets the sea year-round; only once was my heart freed.

Copyright © Elaine Ho | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by john freeman | Details |

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. 

Copyright © john freeman | Year Posted 2011

Long poem by Sebastian Aaron Baez | Details |

Casarah Nance

Intense lover turned
Dedicated mother
Outstanding energetic passionate writer
I try to out do her
But she does it way better
Truly her pen is a endless
Ink spilling musical feather
And when we get together
We bring the house down
Secretly I want to see her in strips of leather
Superhero villain stripper
On pole dancing paper
I'm just her boy toy side kick clown
Don't get in her way
Because shell give you a lyrical beat down
No longer a princess
But a queen with a golden horn rhyming crown

Photo glamorous
Photo fabulous
In photographs looking dangerous
Igniting my hormone furnace
Exciting to see her in photos
Damn she looks so vicious
Tigress posing with hardly any clothes
Looking so freaking freaky delicious
Maybe if I ask kindly she'll be my mistress
Maybe one day with live action eyes
I can witness the surprise
Of her slowly undressing
And touching that white womanly softness
Thunder thighs thick with sugar and spice
Eyes cold and penetrating like ice
And I want to take my time and taste
I want a nice health slice of the prize
She has me soaring, flying
Through erotica skies
Taking me out of my comfort zone
To a shame free sexy place
She's strong and brave
A bondage sex kitten slave
Wild hell cat from outer space
And when we start to chat
She puts my mind in a craze
In a rave blushing from my face
Flooding my brain with a euphoric rush
Enjoying wave after wave of lust
I just want to club her over the head
And take her back to my man cave
She needs a vacation anyways

Zombie mommy
Twenty four seven
Always with a straw and a pot of coffee
Three hundred sixty five
Off to work, oh her aching body engine
Struggling with life but happy to be alive
And what a heaven like body
A body of work of erotic photography
And awesome mind melting narcotic poetry
Do not question
Don't underestimate her atomic potency
Superstar self driven spark filled autonomy
Burning hot, lava like vanilla anatomy
Creating miracles with word written alchemy 
I know so much but she's still a mystery

Copyright © Sebastian Aaron Baez | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Woodrow Lucas | Details |

The Cave, The Tiger, and the Cell Phone

I was in a cave and my best friend and I were trapped with just one way out,
And there was a tiger,
And my best friend said lie down and we’ll hide,
So we hid,
And we were under a grey flannel blanket,
And my friend said, “Keep Still”.
And so we laid there half asleep for hours,
Waiting to be devoured.
And my cell phone rung and I knew it was my wife,
And I threw the cell phone hoping to distract the tiger,
The tiger heard the cell phone,
Went to the cell phone,
And followed our scent.
I laid as still as I could.
I laid without fear, but also without the absence of fear.
I laid waiting.
And the tiger went to my friend and began to lick him.
And he began to whimper,
And I began to delight in his whimper, for it was not me that the tiger was licking.
And I felt the hot breath of the tiger, and was comforted that his hunger in that 
moment was not for me.
And I laid hypnotized by the hot breath of the tiger, mesmerized by the tiger’s 
comforting touch.
But still I did not rejoice,
I simply laid still.
And the tiger began to chew,
And as the tiger chewed I heard my friend whimper,
But still, I laid still, waiting in hope, waiting in silent rejoicing,  for my opportunity 
to escape.
And I heard my friend stop whimpering,
And I felt the hot breath of the tiger beginning to fade,
And I looked toward the side of my eye at the tiger beginning to feed,
And I jumped up and grabbed my cell phone and bounded for the exit.
In the end, when the tiger comes haunting,
We are often neither good nor evil, strong nor weak, courageous or cowardly,
In the end, when the tiger comes haunting,
We are simply slaves of the instinct to survive.
And so I hope in God’s freedom.
I hope in God’s freedom for me, my friend, and even the tiger.
Not because we are so good as to deserve it or so evil as to default to it,
But rather because God is neither like me, my friend, or the tiger,
But like something so sublime as to love us all.

Copyright © Woodrow Lucas | Year Posted 2007

Long poem by Poet Destroyer A | Details |

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

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012

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