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Details | Quatrain |
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.

Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2013




Details | Rhyme |
Deep in the earth, a crypt of rock
slumber guarded by casket locked
Lips grope silence ‘ever more
 rasping thought, remembers whispered lore
Outstretched palms the roots do clench
tranquility stilled by festered stench
And eyes, sleep caked, are propped ajar
ignites no life, but collapsed star

Burned blades sigh, Winds’ dying gasp
bones brittle snap within her clasp
A lonesome howl the moon does draw
vigil broken, it twists its maw 
Upon an arena of endless stone
the granite gates they’ve passed alone
And entered a world of burning eyes
eluded the judge of smoldering cries

A faultless gait, no stumbled draw
a reaping brought  by scythe and claw
Opal edge which shrouds a cause
aberrant blade shapes nature’s laws
Dictate a script, the stars can share
an open secret, a language bare
Steps continue, feet are drawn
across gray grass, undying pawn

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain |


A tinge of gold revealed in sunset's blink
upon its face, caressed by foamed bubbles
marvelous starfish, draped in pearl and pink,
lucent as  fluid rails of ocean walls.
I stoop to claim the gift left there for keeps
and hold it to the sky flashed with moonlight ,
to revel at this sculpture from tide's leaps...
its disc gracefully twisting like a kite
where a belly swishes with the ebbing tide
leaving aqua-rocks to glint like dimpled foil:
a glory belonging only to nature, never ever
to the possession of human hands.



To A --Contest of David Lindsay
7/19/2016


Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016




Details | Rhyme |
Not long after The Beginning,
There were Animals and there was Man.
A great chasm lay between, that legend said
Only a Leap of Faith could span.
 
Animals seemed happy on their side;
For, after all, such a leap could not be done
“Make the best it,” they all said;
All, that is, but one.
 
There stood Dog, alone upon the brink,
The distant Man’s reflection shining in his eyes;
Something was robbing Dog of peace;
Something was urging him to try.
 
Compelled, he stood and stared,
Nothing could distract his gaze.
Now and then, Horse would come;
Each time, the same old words to say.
 
“I understand.  I really do.
I admit it.  I’ve thought about it too;
But it’s too far for me to jump,
It’s certainly too far for you”.
 
One day, as Horse spoke his words,
Cat rudely interrupted with a sneer.
“Go ahead and try.  You’ll break your silly neck.
You can’t go there.  Your place is here”.
 
More resolute now, his vigil became duty;
Still, he often wondered, “Why?”
But something deep inside kept saying,
“You must.  You must.  It’s do…or die”. 
 
Then, one day, he turned and walked away.
Oh, yes, he’d need a running start.
He knew now, he had the Will;
But only a Leap of Faith could prove his Heart.

Just before he made his Leap of Faith,
Dog saw the loneliness in Man’s eyes.
“He needs a friend, someone to help 
And always stand right by”.
 
With those unselfish thoughts,
Dog had reason, he felt whole.
And well he should, for at that very moment,
God granted Dog a Soul!
 
But Souls don’t come so easy,
And his leap was short that day.
If Dog was to make a Leap of Faith,
Man would have the final say.
 
Dog’s faith was truly tested, front paws upon the edge.
He hoped  Man’s eyes hadn’t lied. 
Then Man’s Heart swelled and touched his Soul.
He helped Dog up and placed him proudly at his side.
 
Oh, so jealous was Cat I’m told;
His eyes turned green that day.
“Oh, you are an heroic mutt; 
A friend of Man, you say?
I’ll make that leap by myself.
You can bet, I’ll find a way”.
 
So, Dog had made the Leap of Faith.
He and Man became Best Friends.
So it shall be, for all eternity;
That is to say, until the Very End.
 

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

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

Copyright © Christian Childs | Year Posted 2013

Details | Blank verse |
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….
CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CH 
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.
CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CH 
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. 


Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
At twilight’s ease of dusk the autumn leaves do flutter in the
Evening breeze, trickling downwards across inspirations canvas,
Creating a multicolored cascade at sunset, a leafy rainbow clasping
From the tree tops heights, than blowing wildly astray on the breathe
Of the winds!

Limbs sway on the alpine mountain sides, as the evergreens slightly bend
Unto mother natures will, hush now and listen to the weeping willow’s cry,
For winters chill lies in the late mid-afternoons approaching air, the horizons
Portrait of seasonal change is a wonderment to behold, in silences frozen stance
Of exceptional beauty.

Near the streams watery edge, the reeds whisper the night’s song of opulence,
 Spreading through the tall grasses left untamed and untrampled by mankind,
For here the wilderness experience is freedom’s rambling call, and nature is
At her greatest beauty that is of the wild and born free!

Floating leavenings of summer ride upon rippling rapids tide, 
As the foaming spray collides against the rocky shoreline, 
Seemingly limbless tiny multicolored ships sailing on this mountainous river
 Ocean, are these autumn leaves cast freely from there earth bound
Mothers, whom roots lie deeply planted within generations of topsoil!

The chattering of scampering squirrels collecting the last of their
Wintery nuts storehouse echo throughout the forest, as the rams
Climb the vast dividal steps, ever upwards towards the high mountain glens.
Below the mighty wolf packs hunt, howling within the dark hollowed
Timbers, in this wild country called America!

In the native camping grounds the human tribes gather together,
Thanking mother earth for the bounty of a good summers hunting,
And for their safe passages travel, these are the sacred people of this land.
Behold in blessings graduated, the splendor of celebrations dancing, amongst 
The fires side feasting, as the embers of tradition float high upwards,
Towards their great fathers eternal flame!

In the trappers cabin family’s settle, as the bubbling kettle tops to the
Boiling whistle, soon the feasting shall begin to thank the lord almighty,
That all whom dwell within are well and healthy, and are gather together
Once more, in this pioneering country beneath the Blue Ridge Mountains,
Of God’s magnificent canvas of wild beauty! 

At twilight’s ease of dusk the autumn leaves do flutter in the
Evening breeze, trickling downwards across inspirations canvas,
Creating a multicolored cascade at sunset, a leafy rainbow clasping
From the tree tops heights, than blowing wildly astray on the breathe
Of the winds!

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN









 









 

  




Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tazkira |
Nature held a Beauty Pageant
Guess who was crowned a crest? 
A flowery green meadow was the stage and rostrum
Watch who won the contest.

Well, the peacock from India was crowned beauty King
The bird of paradise from New Guinea became Beauty queen.

And last but not least was the Indian tiger, runner up
But care he for beauty that he might as well sup? 
And what care any of them
for accolades, crown or cup? 

Other contestants were the gorgeous leopards
and the flimsy beauteous butterflies
They'll be crowned
next time around.
For beauty tis rich in supplies.

But nature-lovers alone applauded the flamboyant winners
who gaily stood upon the flora
They did come out with 'flying colors'
Around them nature's beauty an aura.

Miss world bird of paradise yet unaware of her placing
The peacock endowed by God a crown
They might never know  of this showcasing
At our staring, gawping, they might just frown! 

Then there are those unsung unawarded yet perfect beauties
both among  mortals and animals
who join no display contests nor pageants
yet are undeniably glamorous nonetheless
for beauty ain't exclusive
to önly beauty contestants.

Copyright © S.zaynab Kamoonpuri | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

            walking silently with the spirits of the woods 
             the stunning acquaintance of a snowy Owl
             Hearing songs from many around yet not seen or found
           
             careful your crossing a coral snake or copperhead
             preparing to wave all rights to see beauty to live
             one piercing bite from the red and yellow snake 
             deadly shy snake sudden death may await your fate

             stillness and earth is touched with Cherokee blood 
             many tribes with sage and fires dances the brave
             you see the wild mustangs ride and deer in mind
             the squirrels the rabbits and wolves you hear
 
              the woods once a many land to explore
              becomes extinct with Mans desire to build more
              how much can we take before it is gone forever

              entered  " in the woods contest "

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Limerick |
Talking to my wife about reincarnation Creature be, be a creature sensation Honestly what would you be A cow your telling me You obviously haven't been listening .

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015

Details | Acrostic |
Do we dare decide to come to the aid of the big bad wolf? 
Once upon a time wolves thrived from the Arctic Tundra to Mexico. 
Nevertheless, this species became nearly eradicated because of man. 
‘The systematic slaughtering of animals begets grave consequences. 

By the early 1900s, wolf populations were perilously shrinking.
Extinction would surely ensue if “The Law” did not intervene. 

Although a hundred pound snarling wolf is definitely frightful, 
Fear needed to be overcome for these beautiful animals to survive. 
Rocky mountain wolf populations specifically required relief. 
At alarming rates, these intriguing creatures were disappearing. 
In 1973 Canis lupis was put on the Endangered Species List. 
Decidedly, designated recovery areas were determined. 

Obviously, habitat loss and extermination programs had over killed. 
Fortunately, Yellowstone National Park participated in recovery.

There at Yellowstone, amazing benefits to all life became apparent. 
Helping the wolves ultimately balanced co-existing animal species. 
Evidently, God knew what He was doing when he created Canis lupis. 

By reintroducing wolves, man learned; the trophic cascade improved. 
Instinctual predation surprisingly increased other wildlife populations. 
Grasslands, which had been over grazed, began regenerating. 

Banks of the river became more stable due to reforestation. 
And the ecosystem transformed, as did physical attributes of the land. 
Dams were built by beavers offering niches for small animals. 

Wolves had indirectly changed the behavior of the rivers. 
Overwhelmingly, the reintroduction of wolves into the park was positive. 
Let us all dare to overcome fears and take steps to replenish God’s creatures. 
For in doing so, Earth becomes a Garden of Eden for all to enjoy. 


Copyright March 18, 2015

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Canis Lupus the 
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton

Read more at: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry_contests/member_contest_details.aspx?ContestID=6211
REFERENCES:
1.	 Wolves in Yellowstone National Park http://www.nps.gov/yell/learn/nature/wolves.htm
2.	How Wolves Change Rivers.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ysa5OBhXz-Q
3.	Beautiful pphotgraphs of wolves https://www.google.com/search?q=wolves+yellowstone+national+park&rlz=1C2VFKB_enUS606US606&biw=991&bih=874&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=eSEJVf2YJYa5ggSjh4LQCA&sqi=2&ved=0CDsQsAQ&dpr=1

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Poachers shrug off
their critics,
who say that they are aiding
elephants' extinction - the
people who are thirsty
for money from tusks claim
that poaching
doesn't destroy the world,
it only destroys poverty
and feeds their hungry families.
They press the triggers,
without foreseeing a wild with no elephants;
a nation with no tourism;
an orphaned elephant calf;
a beauty scrapped off from Mother Nature's creation....

Photo #2

Date: 09/04/2016


Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
The Cat’s Meow

Every once in a while I began to consider nature
and examine the things that God has made,
and the joy that the Lord has exhibited in the earth
and creatures He created in all of six short days.

The plant life, the colors and the trees of all sorts
evergreen and blooming varieties,
as He made them He said, it was good and showed 
how very much He was pleased.

One needs to visit aquariums and see the beautifully colored fish
that His hand has designed, 
prepared for various depths of the waters of the deep
and again, He said it is truly fine.

You check out the beautiful butterflies with such
gorgeous matchless detail, 
our God’s infinite imagination in this color scheme
as well shows that He did not fail.

We see the creeping things upon the earth
and I know that they have to play a part, 
of God’s eternal lasting plan
and it also shows He is a master of all art.

But finally we see the jungle cat
and the house varieties to, 
tis one of my favorite things to hear either 
roars or the cat’s meow at our nearby zoo.

Written by:  Marilyn S. Jennings

Copyright © Marilyn S Jennings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epic |
Story of Afghanistan

The barren land of my birthplace
Green at times but screening a rocky face
Known for thousands of years for its warrior race
Let me tell you the truth,
No one really wanted this “space”.

Up until two lions began prying around
Initially, just fooling around
Afterwards, casting off their cannon sound
Resembling the 6th night of an infant’s fête
Building their castles, and so began the burial grounds.

The lions pledged to crush the other
With a master plan
Dividing the blood brothers
Such was the instruction of the queen mother
As the clans clashed and killed one another.
The chiefs were swallowed by the promise of gold
The mullahs were swapped for the hollow soul
The seniors by the fire recounted and foretold
The purpose for the lion’s vehemence
This story definitely in time will unfold.
The old grew timeworn
Waiting for their young ones to return home
The teenagers free born
Screamed out of their mosques’ domes
Come and join us in this struggle
Faced with the crusaders of the Church of Rome,
But little did they know,
No one will return but the maimed men to a funeral home.

The sturdier lion won the combat
But what has become of my Afghanistan
The wolf in a sheep’s disguise
Has spoiled my jade paradise
My heart denies it but I may have bombed my youthful chums,
This is now a global land-dwelling for bums and slums!
The lion wishes to be unveiled this time
So he promises to take the last dime
After all it pays to cooperate in war crimes!
He roars in a deafening cry
I bring Democracy to this land
With loads of cash in one hand
A whip in the back hand--forgetting the long years of perfidy
I now declare and demand
This is the new Promised Land.
 A woman of this realm is exposed with a promise
She is liberated by democracy
Famous on national publications like the story of Pocahontas
She’s affirmed independent and agreed to arise out of the darkness
As the saga is read to the United States Congress
She exhales
And anticipates the lion’s hunger
Waiting for the day when she will be veiled, unveiled, and then veiled again
Not by ordinary men
But by inscription of law.
Thank you for sealing the decree!

Copyright © Roya Zereh | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Red bug

*spotted *

on leaf.


Lady bug.


Peter Dome.copyright.2013.Dec.

Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Yes as inspired by great poet Brian Johnston, I retitle this, ''God's kind of  poetry.''
 
Glorify the Great
Architect
Awesome artist of nature
Author of the universe,

Glorify God
for beauty infinite,
For the markings bedecked
for the striped and the spotted,
The mottled and the dotted
for the gold bedecked
for the glint 'n' glitter bespangled
For the fawns speckled
And other animals dappled.
The cobras bespectacled!
Variety in flora and fauna.
His creation's so beauteous
whether it hath markings
or be it plain,
it's all simply wondrous.

But for God's sake, let that fur
be left solely on its owner
for poachers don't own it
nor do they the python's skin.
So hunters and poachers beware
Unless nobody does care
 any longer
if beauty be extinct!

Opt for other options 
for your pillowcasing eiderdowns
Don't strip the feathered fauna
of their fine downy gowns!

Be ye cautious about culling or killing
Let no blood be rapaciously spilling
So forever humanbeings may admire
God's stippled effects on animals
And His ripple effect on river canals!

Copyright © S.zaynab Kamoonpuri | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
This Craft
My Little Sidetrack

The Hair of the Equine
So Beautifully Strong
A Symbol of their Noble Worth
From which I fashion Creations for your Adornment

For some a Humble Trinket
of a Creature they Adore
For some a Lasting Bond
to the One whom they Adored

Each Strand between my fingers
Carefully laid, Carefully made
I twist and weave Memories into Love's Last Locks

-a hobby of mine...
 Greener Pasture Creations Horse Hair Jewelry

Copyright © Chris Hagy | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
"'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

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Blank verse |
How
Do
Animal 
Rights 
And 
Right 
To Life
Humans
Eat their Eggs

Raw
Soft Boiled
Fried
Over Easy
Scrambled
Or Just
Sunny Side Up

Copyright © RUDOLPH RINALDI | Year Posted 2015

Details | Heroic Couplets |
The golden eagle flies through the clouds so swift and easy,
And a tree with nest is her stay for years of three;
One or two fledgling young espouse colour as marking,
Hear her calling them, just them, when elegantly swooping.


22/10/2015

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
The peaceful, humble beauty 
of a white lily drifting on reflective night
hums a sweet melody 
of contrasting light.

Trusting the darkness 
to be his throne
and the moon of loneliness
to crown his soft, unheard moan.

I watch from bushes of scorn
that mock him cruelly.
His fragile crest is pierced by the thorn
of rejection and bleeds its sorrows silently.

The rejected jewels of nature are mourning
for the king of the skies to raise his wings
but he can't see beyond remembering
and can't see past the thorn's stings.

Oh, scarred heart of grace,
spread strenght and flee with wild freedom
unto priceless solace 
away from this desolate kingdom.

Oh, jewel in creation's crown,
look not to stirred reflection
for it is mere perversion, a frown,
of the white rose of perfection.

Go now, leave behind only
a legacy of despised beauty.

Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |
Squirrels nest on tree limbs 
Rabbits nest in dark ground holes 
Both can see the stars

Copyright © Howard Dion | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
We grew up listening to the famous race 
between the fast moving hare and slow moving turtle
in which the turtle defeated the overconfident hare
why don’t we turn turtle and learn its nature for 
the turtles outlive generations of others species on this planet 
they can protect themselves with sturdy shell shields 
the turtles migrate frequently and travel long distances  
they wisely understand ocean currents better than any else
the turtles have wrinkled bodies but also see many more seasons 
they are laid back and love stability and live long
mythology reveres turtles who supported earth’s creation on their strong backs  
and they draw strength from their meditation on the creator
they are friendly, easygoing and a patient lot
they may be cold-blooded but know how to adapt to all conditions
why don’t then we let them raise their necks high and learn from their wisdom?

Copyright © Mohan Chutani | Year Posted 2014

Details | Epic |
Alright I'm always writing
About the dwellers 
The seekers 
The shadow man 
The old soul ..

Let's turn it up 
She's  lost within dreams 
The world to waken.

Became a  fairytale 
She made for her open eyes

She closed her heart 
She empty her soul 

A promise with a prayer 
She whispered to the bird's
 
For humans don't understand a word 
When a bird sings the words 
They keep comes out. 
Chirp chirp chirp of a beautiful song 
They sing that echo's 

Through the trees .
She build a wall 
And closed all doors 

She placed the humans.
mistakable  
 Behind the gray 

Of a stormy day 
Beneath her sheets within her dreams  


She became real 
Her dreams become reality 
Humans within a dream 

Exist in forms  of wild 
Free spirit 
Animals .

Some a flock of sheep 
Even a fish beneath the sea
 
A paired together white swans  upon  a purple sea 
Gentle creations 

An illusion within her dreams 
The creations of a world that's  oh not what it seems .

The angels visit throughout
her journey.
As she walks the patterns 

Of her dreams 
Angels comes in many forms.

The mist within your room
A face that's whiter then snow 

The foggiest surroundings 
Of many faces you use to know .

Within in a dream the awaken world 
Becomes the illusions  of dreams .

Her  adrenaline rushes throughout her body 
As she awakens to a morning sun shining 

And church bells chiming 
Humans rushing throughout
The streets 

Her heartbeat starts racing 
Her palms become sweaty 

She feels as if she suffocating within a bad dream 
Illusions within  my sleep ..

Copyright © venita Schindler | Year Posted 2016

Details | Acrostic |
Opalescent the heavy moon glows low, 
Rhapsodizing in pale light, winding
Gauzy haze about gnarled branches.
Apples gleam red where moonbeams steal,
Nectaring night breezes in perfumed scent.
Innocence illumined, for creatures kneel
Commending praise beneath the trees.

Fabled branches, heavy with fruit,
Rustle leaves tinting toward gold and
Umbrella the still sanctuary cradled between old roots.
Invocation of gratitude to the Creator--
The orchard transcends to a cathedral,
Sanctifying a new year’s harvest, pure and clean.

Copyright, August 15, 2016
Faye Lanham Gibson

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Acrostic |
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.

Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2014

Details | Blank verse |
The paws twinkled like a lively raven.
Tails shook like proud nightingales.
Why does the hoof disappear?
Why does the bill stop?
All cubs accelerate bewildered, hungry.

Plain, glamorous songbird
Comes out from behind the moon.
The cold beak sings the sad song
Of hollow wedding bells.

The darting hound,
Hunt calmly like the quite hoof,
Catch swiftly like the dead mule,
Oh, inglorious chase.

Why does the cattle die?
Shook roughly
in cruel reality
Till it cries out
Goodbye, Delight!

Copyright © L.A Thomson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
Zebra Stripes

Zebra Stripes, Tiger like,
Various patterns of optical illusions,
Distinctive covering from head to toe,
Camouflage looks of mass confusion!

Alternating hues of color,
Black fur, white patches throughout,
Animal identity housed within its stripes,
Like fingerprints or a birthmark beauty spot!

The visual stripped suit of the Zebra, 
With its design abstract and unique,
Natures’ portrait of sophistication, 
Through wonders of genetic mysteries!

Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 12/10/16

Copyright © Sarita Milliner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Acrostic |
              Beast Troika 
        
B east trio ,in front the leader is king kong
E erie,misty,demonic figures eyeing with reddish hues
A rmy of black ,gigantic hairy statures
S tand all armoured in battle to confront
T eeth snarling for enemies to destroy.


11/2/15
For poetry contest”In 5 lines or less#1”

Copyright © Rizwana Bhurani | Year Posted 2015

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Bloodthirsty tiger lies in wait to tear dog's flesh from bone,
Elsewhere, dog nurses an orphan tiger cub, licking and washing,
God looks down from His throne in heaven and smiles on them both.

Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2014