Best Animal(A) Poems
As she meditated the room brightened.
Streaks of energy came in and lightened.
She did not flinch, used to such things.
The whirls of essence danced in her rings.
She shut off her eyes and concentrated.
Hoping her front latch was firmly gated.
She understood the value of the spirit guides.
Who were now showing their power deep inside.
Her ancestral guides were filling the room
They came with a swish, one came with a swoon.
The room began to change, her face as well.
She was no longer herself an enthusiastic tell.
The flame of the candle began showing off
She heard her mother in the next room cough
She smiled for she had not seen her for a long time
Spinning in happiness, her spirit animal a mime.
I know you are here, she told her deer.
Her most favorite power animal, now so very near.
Not to worry my lady, the fawn said silently.
Your meditation is the best today it will ever be.
A group of animals very close to a strawberry farm was spotted by a female fairy, one early evening. She was delighted for seeing, hearing six different animals talking to each other again.
The cat said to the leveret, "Meoww..."
The leveret nodded while watching and listening to everybody in the group.
The third animal, a chimp, laughed out loud for showing his new discovery -- a big, orange-colored watermelon.
The fourth animal, a squirrel, was amazed by the strength of the chimpanzee -- clapped and praised the chimp.
The fifth animal, a male woodpecker, telling everyone that he'll always look for food each day for all of them. They only need to help him get the food for them.
The fairy noticed that the sixth animal, a chipmunk, is weeping... the other five animals noticed it too.
The chipmunk was asked by the leveret, "Why are you crying?..."
The chipmunk replied, "We will be scolded again. This is the third time the chimp stole a watermelon from the same old farmer!"
(The fairy knows it's a pumpkin that was brought by the chimp this time, not a watermelon.)
“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.” Anatole France, French Poet
A pet can steal your heart.
The dog that you brought home
who always wants to play
is one you come to know
you’ll never give away
A pet can steal your heart.
A precious kitty cat
at night curls up with you -
if ever she gets sick,
there’s nothing you won’t do.
A pet can steal your heart.
It doesn’t matter if
it’s very big or small
because when you are hooked,
you’ll give that pet your all.
A pet can steal your heart.
I know this truth because
when my dear pets passed on,
I sadly realized
bits of my heart were gone.
Descending into a mega-mall, the fluorescence blemishes my skin.
There is a twinge in my temples as I approach the makeup counter,
meeting eyes with a woman whose shoes pierce my gait
and whose artificially white teeth flash like EMP bombs.
But I must not be blinded; there is something behind those calcium shutters,
illuminating inside her vessel and peaking through each crack ... I wonder.
Is her exoskeleton painted so pristinely to brighten the day?
Who owns the day she, in every meticulous gesture, labors for?
But every question is drowned in a clanging,
a clamoring of those persistent teeth trying to make a sale.
Rattling around like new tap shoes, sheening ivory.
White noise, white noise.
Every coherent thought blurred, humming viciously
as done in the shadows of the perfect women in chromatic ads.
But she is not perfect; I can see her pores.
They are weeping the regrets of thick foundation.
Those streaks of saline wet speak gallons and shimmer
as they slide, revealing pockets of uneven flesh tones,
subtle bruises from the hot-lipped sun,
every mar a testament to resistance in midst of the Tyrants.
Gravity, Matter and Time; how admirably this body has battled them,
unaware of its own striking animal; a masterwork of sinew and bone,
of neurons and cartilage, of mucus and moles.
Each electron hums in its proud, puffed little chest.
In earnest I wonder, does the sales lady know every outline,
every wrinkle of her beige, waterproof suit?
Does she wear it in precious stride, beaming just bright enough so as to share
her whole self, lovely-garish, yet never glaring the keenest lens?
There is no answer.
I only nod slightly, appreciating her mottled gem eyes,
politely severing our feeble connection, departing, contemplating them,
that such dazzling blue could exist immersed in milky pools
disrupted by long-legged channels of blood.
"a dagger of pain, a tear of grief" Quote by _Constance La France
The food in the county jail is horrible
but it's not worse than the pain in my heart
She left me, running for the hills
which tore myself apart
I am here and I am lonely
It's just me and my cat
She comforts my sorrows for me
and her companionship does much more than that
But can an animal, a pet,
replace the love one of which was human
Can the pain of loss ever be repaired
like embellishing a plate with cumin
Grief has accompanied me to the bridges
The height of which I yearn to leap
But I hold out for my lady may once return
And that would be the most awesome feat
Monday, May 15, 2023
Writing Challenge A Quotes - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
But she wasn't so wrong, I am an animal, after all. A sick one, I must say. And sick animals must be dealt with, must be dealt the only way they are. An ax to the head, splitting my skull, letting go of all those ill feelings, desires and ideas. To be put down, but I do not want to shed my own blood, not for her, but I would not care if someone else were to do that for me.
I am not going to be any longer a victim of your whims. I will no longer lick the ground where you walk on.To think it wasn't a question of "What do you want me to do?" as you told me followed by cursing, but rather "To understand what I meant and then we be sorting this out", to put an end. I can understand that what was done cannot be undone and that you had moved on, but still, there were things that weren't completely dealt with, and so I cannot do the same as you while these feelings still lingers. But you, as always, were unable to understand that. What I say I mean, unlike you... And instead of stretching out your arm, you gave me your foot, so I would lick it clean for you. The crumbs of affection you tossed to feed me, I am fed...
Now, I just I wish for a torpor of fifty years and twenty-six days, to only after that time to wake up, look around and then be gone.
But wishes are just that. A wish and none of that will happen, only inside my head.
And I know that is also just another lie, for I like to feel that, the desperation, the melancholy and the pain. The hatred.When life is more or less acceptable, less hateful, I do something that will destroy it all and then I will lose hope. Because I like. I am a animal, a sick animal. I like to lose hope so I can recede and cope the only way I know. The detachment of my soul from my body from these times are like a divine intervention, the bitterness of teh hatred will not let me feel these slices and cuts.I do not want to shed my own blood, but then this one will not be me, for I will be away, a spectator only able to drop tears. Something else will take my place, will take control and heal me how I deserve and have to be healed.
To split teh head, to bleed, to die, to be free of this torment.
I hate her as much as I hate myself. Or even more...
If life is a gift
God be an Indian giver and take me back to you
Back to my comfort place
Because when I close my eyes I'm there with you
I don't need to go to church to hear your word
You can say it to my face
You can look me in my eyes that you created
and answer my questions
What's the purpose of my life?
Why now?
Why this generation ?
Where I'm just the forbidden fruit to feed his ego and his sexual appellate
Where commit does'nt get him full
And he needs more than one prey
I prayed
I would wake up from this horrible dream
But I woke up to an empty space in my bed
Just the ugly truth left on my sheets
All he wanted was a piece of flesh
He is just an animal, a cannibal
And I'm a dead soul
Lord Resurrect me
Bring me back to life, give me my name back
Everything he stole from me he can keep that
All I want is me back
The person I knew is no good, full of sin
Lost in time trying to fit in
A generation I don't belong in
Restore the broken promises I made to myself
Allow me to repent
Blame it on the Devil who taught me how to satisfy my needs
When you were the only one I needed
They say love is blind so I'm sorry I lost my sight of you
I know I'm your child and you love me but love hurts
I come to you as I am
With all my imperfections, my baggage, an ugly past and
Scars to show how I fell
I come to you with open arms so you can receive me
Wash always my sins, arise my broken spirits
Bring me back earth where I can live another day with out regret and shame
Lord please just give me a name and a voice so I can testify
The day I got saved
There's a room in a warm town that holds a poet
He quivering and shaking and no one knows it
Critically alone when he needs a friend most
Shadows from his past are haunting him like ghosts
I shot up enough just kill the pain
A harmless little dose just to calm my brain
Til I was caught making love to my sins again
A tiny stoner wreck spewing lies again
And I could still hear the cream calling out in sultry tones
Bleed digital until you stop the urge to moan
Keep slaying demons til you calm down again
Before you need a noose on every streetlight calling your name
There's a room in warm town that's filled with sorrow
Who's to say that the poet will survive til tomorrow?
Driven to despair by the weight of his sins
A grieving poet gives birth to words again
A stone on my chest gives me reason to breathe
As if I've been given life just to try to break free
From the crimson walls with pale white bars
Just to be driven into space from the grilles of the cars
Like a crazy diamond, the sun's shining on me
Out here in space with nothing to protect me
I watch as my last remaining breaths turn to ice
Half-mineral, half-animal, a creation of my own device
Let me free !!
Let me free ……………..
I am an animal , a mother , a child , a wife , a well wisher !
Not to be caged , nor my children ,
Where I belong , is in Nature’s hands ,
Let me free………….
I have a life ! only one ,
Let me enjoy , I have the rights to
To roam in the lush green forest ,
Was my dream come true!!
Let me free ……………I’m a Tigress
Meow!!
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22-8-2013
Andy had a golden worm with green and yellow spots
He loved to watch it eat and eat; it really did eat lots
Then one day it crawled away and fastened to a limb
It shed its pretty golden skin and couldn’t look at him
No more was it a golden worm, but looked like something new
So Andy came back every day to see what it would do
Suddenly it wiggled and it cracked its shell, but why?
Out crawled a brand new animal, a yellow butterfly
A little girl said to her mother one day
"Santa's not real, that's what my friends say"
Her tears welled up and she started to cry
And said" Is he real or is it a lie ?".
Her mom was shocked that she had been put to the test
And decided telling the truth would be for the best
She thought for a moment then said carefully
"Santa's spirit is real, as real as can be".
"He lived in Myra by the Aegean sea
It used to be Greece but now is Turkey
He left this life a long time ago
But not his spirit, that continues to grow".
"His name was Bishop Nicholas and wore robes of red
Was wealthy, helped the poor and made sure they were fed
He did things in secret whilst they slept in their bed
And soon people got to know about the bishop in red".
"Something else about him that people don't know
Was he came from a hot country and it didn't snow
But the story grew bigger over the years
Snow, elves and sleigh added along with reindeers".
"All over the world little girls and boys
Wake up Christmas day to lots of new toys
And everyone says that Santa has been
Presents are left but he's never seen".
"Parents leave presents under the tree
But Santa guides them with his legacy
They do it for you out of kindness and love
Under the watchful eye of Santa above".
"Santa's spirit is alive, it's certainly not dead
The world's full of people like the bishop in red
Doing good for mankind, animals as well
When you next see your friends, this story do tell".
The little girl cheered up, kissed her mom and said
"I too want to be like the bishop in red"
"When I grow up, like Santa I'll be
Helping the poor and the needy".
Just like Nicholas who performed those good deeds
Helping the less fortunate, seeing to their needs
So when you venture out help someone if you can
Be it an animal a child, woman or man.
Merry Christmas.
Written 13th December 2017
Writing Challenge - December, 2019 - I want Christmas Poems - Poetry Contest.
Sponsored By Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode.
Do you acknowledge the traits of Homo_ Sapiens?
The up righted body and/ or high IQ Intellectual?
No! It must be the morality awakening by Sunrise
And resting quietly when the sunset goes to low
The truth is brightness lightens an animal a human,
While darkness colors a human as being a ghost.
Little Bear was watched over carefully by her bear spirit animal
She did not always see her, but she felt the bond and communication
When she was scared or upset, the grizzly bear showed up in spirit
To reassure her, give her advice, to listen and sooth her feelings
I wonder why my spirit animal is a bear, she asked her grandmother
Because you have so much spirit, you needed a large animal
One you would admire, and listen to, the bear chose you.
Never forget to thank her, she is your spirit animal, a gift.
Do you have a spirit animal, Grandmother?
Grandmother smiled at the question, yes, for me to know.
Do you share your spirit animal with others?
From time to time, with a grizzly bear, she replied.
A wonderful site to be seen in water oh so grand
As crystal clear comes crashing down, on the rocky waterland
A mist is splattered over all that are near this beautiful site
As they witness the spectacular waterfalls, beauty and its might
The crystal blue wonder that pounds down on the rocks
It often seems to do a dance, then it starts to mock
The natural flow of water now plundering with such force
To let us know the might of this Waterfall on its course
So breathtaking, sitting there, watching the glorious show
Of nature and the water, combining all they know
It speaks to nature just to say I'm here to help you thrive
All of Gods creations, I'll continue to keep you alive
Replenishing the waterhole with its beautiful display
To give a thirsty animal, a drink along the way
God gave this wondrous waterfall the ability to plunder
Down into the waterhole, to combine with natures wonder
So sit and watch this waterfall, enjoy the feeling inside
While witnessing the glorious show, thrashing down with pride
Let its beauty fill your heart with knowledge, peace and truth
Now knowing that the waterfall kept nature in its youth!
Have you ever wondered what a Dream Vacation would be like?
I have this chance to ponder.
I could fly anywhere, but I would rather take a 'Sleeping Car Train' to my destination. I have never travelled by train, even when I made my first visit to Europe. So, this would be a first. I'd sleep from twelve am to five am as I watch from my private berth.
The sun rising, streaming warm air on the window of my berth. Some cumulus clouds so puffy, large and white in a background of light blue sky, with a view from my berth enlarging as I greet the morning time.
I am transformed by its sight while the train speeds down track and enters a darken tunnel that takes away my cumulus cloud sight of puffy white and light blue sky. However, this is not all one sees. As we roll past green grass and yellow meadows that look like blue water with yellow sprigs of flowers moving so fast under my eyes. Once in a while I catch a glimps of an animal: a cow or a pig maybe even a horse.
And all the time while the train is in motion that chug, chug along the tracks
sing with melody to the view outside my berth window. Although I am a little
far from the dining car, I swear I can smell the lushious Canadian bacon and farm eggs with cheese that go with that melody of song on the tracks. Clicky clack, clicky clack and a chug, chug from the locomotive engine of the train.
As I walk to the dining car fully clothed, I know that smell instantaneously. And I fall into the chair as I am being served. By now the sky has turned a jet blue and the cumulus clouds have somewhat distance themselves from view.
Each day that I am on the train I ponder how long before I get to my final destination? Although, I knew before I took this ride how long it would be. I have gotten so caught up in the ride, that I don't want to leave the train. Just keep riding and riding. Through this journey I will see small hills and large mountains, lakes over bridges and many small towns until I reach my final destination which is Rome, Italy to Venice. I will speak with other passengers and train personnel. It will be a ride I will never forget.
Thank you for sharing my dream vacation..