Bigfoot often puts his foot in his mouth and he's got a big mouth too.
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2015
Harness Racing ( Poem )
Horses pull a two wheeled cart
If it breaks you will depart
Place a bet before it starts
Good wager wins if played smart
Riders ready at the gate
Fans no longer have to wait
Athlete sport with high speed
Is a skill you surely need
At times a horse can fall down
Sad to see that come around
Last turn has crowd in a roar
We wait to hear close end score
If your looking to explore
My playlist has so much more
By: Doris Anne Beaulieu
Copyright © Doris Beaulieu | Year Posted 2014
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…
And I survive,
You are here,
However, it is you who deserves no life…
Being human does not imply that you have humanity…
Copyright © Ruben Alejandro Hernandez Diaz | Year Posted 2013
Love is a wonder
shared by one another
it's the only reason
I'm not six feet under
Love in which I believe
in a will to sustain
I give back to life, now
in dormant states of pain
The power of Love
may not alone be enough
locked inside my dreams
escape only from above
higher than any human being
has ever gone before
I must have evolved
rise above hate, great once more
My Father taught me wisdom
I am imprisoned no longer
now an beast not of burden
I am no lion, I am stronger
on my shoulder sits twin dragons
long awaiting the day
evil forces come forth to
take what Love is left, away
A Hero of Love light
are what the world needs
angels, not demons
exist where ever you believe
follow your heart's direction
and you shall achieve
objects of affection
rid of materialistic greed
My bright energy
has awakened to a fire
never consuming the source
as the flames just grow higher
that is the desire
of a product we call Love
Fear, the counterpart
what I was once made of
I am slowly learning
how to win when my peace
is harder to sharpen
so I have given my pen leave
the sword has its uses
I must say I believe
to vanquish the evil
in the minds too diseased
to serve any purpose
except their own selfish ones
tomorrow a new day
in the clarity of the sun
where we two are now one
and one done now does
bring about a great change
lit by the righteousness of Love.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013
A triangle top
A square foundation
A picketed white fence guarded
two spotted dalmatians sitting on the
shaggiest rug that reads
"Home Sweat Home"
Copyright © Kira Price | Year Posted 2013
Opposites may hold attraction
But lack lasting satisfaction.
Frequently push comes to shove.
In comes hate and out goes love.
Animals in fights and fleeings
Still are mostly social beings.
In a pinch, at end of tether,
Birds of a feather flock together.
Multitudes of furry creatures
Seem alike in lots of features.
Yet that’s not their point of view,
And they vie to prove this true.
Mockingbirds may sing like parrots.
Horses, rabbits crunch on carrots.
Many species act as one
To lark and run in the sun.
But in times of stormy weather,
Birds of a feather flock together.
Whether cat or dog or ferret,
Each as pet will have its merit.
Yet if all alone, where’er it,
Not a one can grin and bear it.
Humans also seek each other—
Father, mother, sister, brother—
Hither, thither, upper, nether,
Birds of a feather flock together.
~ Harley White
Copyright © Harley White | Year Posted 2016
Rhinoceros and elephants
are hunted for their horns...
there are very few extant:
profit has a malicious intent!
Predators are to blame for the merciless
slaughtering...they attack these harmless,
huge animals grazing on the vast plains
of Africa: hear their cry in the wilderness!
For every animal they kill...
there should be a stiff penalty,
a punitive incarceration until
they realize their cruelty!
It's unlikely that this trade stops,
there'll be more mad hunters
who will terrify these creatures...
while they roam on dry pastures!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016
Donkey’s in the land of Israel in the 1st century,
Were used to carry goods about the country,
But could also carry women, children and the ill,
Because they were strong and quiet, did chill.
So when Jesus entered Jerusalem on that day,
On the Sunday before his crucifixion, away,
He deliberately chose a donkey to ride on,
To communicate effectively, with abbreviation.
A donkey was premium to the professions,
The areas industry’s for selling productions,
Which depended on donkeys for transportation,
For their future and reputation’s momentum.
So Jesus was saying by riding that donkey,
That he was key to the wave that they did see,
That how his death was remembered, thought,
Would determine the legacy that he’d wrought.
Also, he assumed a sensitivity by that ride,
A vulnerability that he had and he felt inside,
Because he took the place of a fragile person,
Suggesting that memories were your liaison.
So he won and achieved a triumphant entry,
Because he proclaimed himself Christianity,
And that, just like a child, he needs lifted up,
Onto the donkey, where there’s a warm cup.
Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2016
In Noah’s ark were two animals of every kind.
I can think of my favorite, that comes to mind.
I think of the lions, giraffes, gorillas and baboons.
And there were the cheetahs,
gazelles and raccoons.
Birds, reptiles, amphibians… So many to choose from!
I’m surprised that Noah and his family
could feed them!
But if you were to ask, what may favorite animals would be…
There would a strong passion
come from inside of me!
I don’t mean to “pick favorites” by the animal I’ve chosen!
My favorite is the dog! This is the one I have spoken!
He’s been called man’s best friend! And for good reason!
They’ve proved faithful
and true throughout each season!
There are ones who are pets, and become a family friend!
There are those who help rescue people, trapped within!
Dogs come in such a variety, there’s much to choose from!
It’s no wonder how many people really love them!
I can’t think of no other animal that has blessed so many!
If there is one out there…
Can you think of any?
The dog. This is my choice! I’m willing to bet on it!
There’s one waiting to be your friend! You can depend on it!
By Jim Pemberton 05/23/13
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013
I feel like I'm living someone elses life, a life in strife. I've been strong, but when will I belong. I feel so alone, but I'm doing ok on my own. I can't describe the pain, but I keep in mind every storm runs outa rain. I use to think our love was unbeatable, but really its unforgettable. Everyday I walk down memory lane, trying to ignore the pain. He crosses my mind everyday, when will all this go away. There's gotta be something more, my heart is becoming sore. My momma doesn't have to worry, because I'm not sorry. I know he made the mistake, and he's the reason I have this heartache. What we had, was bad. I shouldn't have let it go that far, your just another scar.
Copyright © Kierstein McFarland | Year Posted 2013
The worst fraternity on campus is Delta Tau Chi
Every night, all of the frat members get high.
They can drink more than their weight in booze.
In the classrooms with their grades is where they lose.
The brothers have trouble imbibing their knowledge.
The dean wants those punks kicked out of the college.
For everyone else, they display blatant effrontery.
The truth is, there are houses like that on every campus in the country.
Based on the 1978 film “Animal House”
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
If an ape came into my living room,
And could talk fluently and converse,
I’d speak with him about sociology,
Or to her about avoiding the perverse.
I’d ask how to form friendships,
How to foster appreciation within,
Making hints at a lack of confidence,
Causes me to falter and not win.
I’d ask about the disadvantaged,
The weaker members who lack chance,
About how to elevate and free them,
Their everyday experience to enhance.
I’d inquire about surprise, revelation,
To learn from his posture to life,
So that I could educate the kids,
On ways to deal with strife.
I’d ask if he’s embarrassed to be,
The king ape with lots of women,
Or if he just accepts his role,
Without distaste or hesitation.
I’d ask if she redistributed wealth,
Fruit each time to the more weak,
And decide to vote for socialism,
Or for social democracy’s cheek.
I’d ask about his favourite girl,
How often he returned for more,
And stand up for personalities,
In every profession’s shore.
I’d ask what she thought about,
In the spare time of her day,
And just accept the relationality,
That makes secularism okay.
I’d offer him a coffee, with help,
And accept he did not want sugar,
And reorganise my meaty diet,
To become about veggies eager.
Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2016
The beige-leaf spluttered phrase…
writ upon geld throat…
twelve forth rite sty, fallacious turn-bred stoat…
churl of punt incontinence,
cosmopolitan oat bloat broth, sleeved mist cyst capacities…
purplish ingrate cloths,
Flout the spout trout terraced house…
tabloid thyroid thymes,
spouse-bound widowed legalists…
Copyright © William Ward | Year Posted 2006
I do not know?
How do I live for money,
while millions are dying for it?
How do I appreciate life,
while it's devoured every night for dinner?
How do I keep driving,
while empty bellies are filled with pollution at every robot?
How do I make way for the mainstream,
while society is already drowning in it?
How do I feel comfortable in my own skin,
when so many have been persecuted for the colour of theirs?
How do I distract myself in churches and conference rooms,
while the earth is crumbling under these structures?
How do I live,
when "that's life"?
Copyright © Jessica Goldstone | Year Posted 2013
Allow DNA to stew for two billion years
Names become important as you mature
Stay clear of people called Frankenstein
Nature comes equipped with multiple devices
Most animals do not wear clothes
Some are called on to know how to move
Apparatuses are optional when nude
Never use a credit card
Stay clear of lightning, electrical wires
Including things that catch on fire
Safe sex depends on this
Remember to mate within your species
To carry on the lineage
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2017
Goo here, goo there
The puppies are drooling everywhere.
Every-time I fix a snack
It’s a new puppy attack.
So cute with eyes so wide
Staring at me without so much aside.
First one, then two and now three,
Sitting in front of me like a row of trees.
I save portions for one and all
And once fed, they wander off down the hall.
When I eat, it’s so much like a zoo,
Now I’m left with three puddles of goo.
Copyright © Michael Eastman | Year Posted 2015
Social Animal Not Cultured Horn Limerick
Trump is social animal but not cultured
And women's lives he had adultered
With smile phony as can be
Always despicable was he
Working class people went around and detoured.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2016
These entities become the demigod
We have place our country under it's authority
The God our nation crawled after
Our nation grew up
It was nurture
It was blessed
Then at a Opportune time
The Destroyer Of Nations whispered deceitful words in our ears
That diluted our minds
with the thoughts that all our blessing were from the works of our own hands
That poisoned our heart against God
We became un thankful
We became disobedient
We filed away God with all the methodological deities
We erected new alters to worship our new demigod of
The blessing of our demigod on our nation are
Salvation for our country is only one step back
Turn back to The God of This countries youth .
Written By Stephen J.Vattimo
October 26 2013
Copyright © Stephen J. Vattimo | Year Posted 2015
A brine-eyed dog struts through my yard
Snuffling the pavement cracks
Its partner circles under guard
Behind its owners' absent backs
Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2015
animals are so cute and cuddly they
are fun to be with.
A animal will do you no wrong.
They can be your best friend too.
They can also be your eyes when you
are unable to see.
They can pertect you from intruders
and warn you of any danger.
Animals like to be near you they love
to be carressed and played with
They have big ones they have little
ones there is always a animal out
there for you
Animals can take the loneliness out
Everyone should have one as a pet
or a companion for they need us
as we need
Copyright © carmella hohner | Year Posted 2005
Snuffle-box oddity and out you leap
Scramble to your teeny feet
Scratch, hop, scram, scatter
Everything falls to your feet
The Master's papers are torn apart
The Lady's milk is tipp'd over
Yet you seek only reprieve
You flap and peck, glad it's over
Reduced to canary clown status
Disregarded kaleidoscope plumage
And dignified exotic curved beak
That rakes and prunes the plumage
Flit, fly and fall from focal flaws
Your chains were never visibly damning
And now you rake your claws into wood
Disowning the cage and the damning
Your lilt-winged, china-thin body
Starved but not enough to dampen
L'esprit and cloud pull of withdrawal
And the call of the forest dampen'd
Soon, you'll fly and soar once more.
Hop-scotch, one, two, three.
Come back and join me.
Copyright © Fatima Ammar | Year Posted 2017
Beware from alligators,
A notice board was hanged,
Outside the pond,
And water was very quiet.
I tried to look around,
I haven’t seen any alligator,
But suddenly an animal came,
And bend to drink water.
I have seen a giant alligator,
Attacked on an animal,
But a poor animal has lost his life,
But board was still hanging.
I have seen thousands alligators,
In white clothes but never seen,
Any notice board, is system so worst?
They are sucking bribery who noticed.
Copyright © Daljit Khankhana | Year Posted 2005
During some time in life, the caged animal is set free
Taking on the world so aggressively
No longer at the parent's beckon call
They no longer are staring at their bedroom walls
They take flight and start living their own lives
As they grow, from their backs they will have to remove some knives
Where is the compassion, a lack of it these days
Some become homebodies, others become strays
Strays should be neutered or spayed
Self preservation is a natural instinct
Life is so precious, can pass by in a blink
Life should be held in high regard and respect
The worst animal is human in many aspects
Kindness to others comes in slivers
By far the takers outnumber the givers
They say that we are all coming to the end of our time
The hints of it are evident, I guess there has to be more dramatic signs
We are of course talking about the human kind
Copyright © Eugene Carmen | Year Posted 2008