Best Beasts Poems
Rise Up Warrior And Slay The Savage Beasts
Rise thyself up and fight the angry storm
Tomorrow will certainly be far too late
Stirring winds are flashing their usual norm
In conjunction with busy hands of Fate
Trees swaying, limbs breaking, man what a roar
The angry gods are gifting out their wrath
Dancing up the valley, vengeful they tore
Leaving an unholy ripped up path.
Rise as a young man full of piss and gin
Know how world hits hard as it operates
Kick the new dawn and race onward to win
Swing thy hammer to ruin and decimate
For the crowd rejoices in a winner
Hercules a hero, killed the beast
Have a feast, roast pig for your fine dinner
The slayers are vacationing back east.
Rise up a warrior, with heart and brass shield
Let thy sword arm cut and see running red
Refuse to beg and thee must never yield
Never give up unless you are stone-dead.
Robert J. Lindley, Dec 7th 1979
Rhyme
Note-
Last night we had a party.
The bar was full and truly a'hopping.
Wrote this poem when I got home, then went to sleep.
emotions they flutter,
and lessons are learned,
beware of the eyes of the beast,
charmed by the snake,
bird hesitates,
so hypnotised,
now it cant speak.
so it's now up the creek:( (cactus, snake do do)
cactus ratshoot was the bird,
after the snake had scoffed him on,
a sweet delight, and he was gone,
anon, too right momma...
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Bad-ass old bear:
Grizzly
Grizzy
Cougar from Arizona:
Yuma
Puma
Cowardly Cock-a-Doodle-Doer:
Chicken
Chicken
Un-cool Terrier:
Dorky
Yorkie
Larcenous bird:
Robbin'
Robin
Slave-driving beaver:
Dam it
Damn it!
The lion lay hidden
from the noonday heat
thick scrub surrounding
only movement a flick
of an ear as he listens
tuned to all around him
Lazily he stretches
tail slowly swishing
he draws himself up
standing full height
he now towers above
the small clump of scrub
Making one wonder
how it so perfectly
gave him camouflage
impressive as he strides forward
Roaring calling out to his pride
answering distant roars reply
he strolls towards the sound
king of all his surrounds
All scatter before him
as they catch his scent
he slowly prowls his lands
not yet time for the hunt
he marks trees as he passes
Letting all know this land
belongs to him alone
climbing a hillock
he stands in silhouette
true king of the beasts
written 03/24/2013
The lion lay still and silent
under the thorn trees patient.
The odd flicker of an ear
as he watches a deer.
Lazily he stretches, tail swishing
at full height he is now standing.
The small clump diminishes now shrunken
the screech and flapping of a startled chicken.
He calls to his pride bellowing
roars across the savannah echoing.
First he claims then he challenges
his rivals soon scatter as he plunges.
In silhouette he stands against the landscape
a final series of roars, as they escape.
Magnificent beast in his full prime
this king continues to rule for a time.
written 03/15/2015
contest: The Makeover
Bright pumpkins flicker in shadows,
evil spirits hide in willows,
wolves renounce warfare,
even cats won't stare
at hungry griffins with large claws.
When the kids see those scary beasts,
they can't help laughing ...one retreats!
" Run, Jane, run!" yells Jared
with spooky hair as Fred...
they both drop their bags full of treats.
The chaos continues through dark streets...
as squirrels feast on unwanted sweets;
Halloween's surprises
simply dramatize...
why should kiddies hide under sheets?
beasts preparing seek...
delicious nuts, hibernates
sleep surrenders chill
Happiness eluded each day
A soul no longer to be found
Painfully, I have lost my way
Lost in the jungle now I stray
No humanity, beasts surround
Hapiness eluded each day
Darkness, no shades of gray
Joy has become too profound
Painfully, I have lost my way
Useless the very words I say
I don't stand on strong ground
Happiness eluded each day
No prayers here only prey
Cries without even a sound
Painfully, I have lost my way
Losing badly, but I still play
The demons now surround
Happiness eluded each day
Painfully, I have lost my way
Beasts of No Nation
Bearers on rotten Fruit
loaded and lead
Pronounced DeaD
Incandescent Innocence
generations lost to wilderness
gloom bright no more
beast in packs attact
feed in fact ~
a Nations greed adore
though they Howl Growl
tear into structures
communities RoaR louds
The leaders lead The followers follow
bow too ambitions
GrEEd rings hollow
SCREAMs
“GRAB WAT YOU CAN FOOls!!!!”
tools indoctrinated insane
set up like Ducks in a Row
cops 5 Oh PoPo
populous protection down-low
Incandescent Innocence
transcends but blinks out its
luminous
Beasts packs the dimwitted
dark shrouds theirs eyes
with N~ away we are lost
nobody answers
the
calls
the devil rings..............
IT’s
Midnite
sea 2/6/16.
Charles SeaBe Banks·Saturday, February 6, 2016
I heard a cry,
A lad of four bled
After having quenched
Her Dad's libidinal thirst
I saw the door open,
Brother and sister walked out,
Adam's forbidden apple having been eaten
As instructed in the blood-house of money
In New York I heard a cry,
Woman was on woman
While man and man got glowed
In the vastness of democracy and human rights
From Yaounde down to Abuja,
I saw exposed human breasts, stomachs
And laps in clothes made for whores
In lands where emancipation is madness
By 2035 while Camkingdom rises to shine,
Breasts shall hang out, our Mums shall go naked,
Eliminating unborns as ordained in Macputu... We are beasts on two legs!
(Published in CHAINING FREEDOM, 2012)
Does it make you weak to watch me bleed
or are you an apathetic beast?
Is my love another meal to you?
Will it churn and run right through?
Did your heartbeat's pounding scare you
when in my carnivorous view?
Were you afraid of its strength unleashed?
Would I devour your fleshy feast?
Did you attack the lively prey first
for your yearning stomach's thirst,
or did you break my flesh apart
in self-defense of your own heart?
Around twilight driving home from the casino
we both saw it;
it was silhouetted as it crossed the full moon.
legend has it that the Moth Man has retired,
perhaps he flew too near
to a street lamp and singed his wings?
That night while still driving
we saw the fabled Goony bird.
The Cherokee call it the Thunder Bird,
but I thought it was a pterodactyl.
Later, at the hotel our Beagle
kept running to the window and barking.
It was dark and the town lights were across the river.
We could see little, but both sensed
large leathery wings circling above us.
Maybe that night it settled on the hotel roof,
The Moth Man who cannot now fly
maybe took the elevator
and joined the great winged beast there.
I wonder if they discussed we strange crypto beasts
as we lay dreaming of yeti’s and zombies
playing the slots?
When they decided to leave their dwarf planet, these Gamymades had already
conquered Jupiter, Saturn, Neptune, Uranus and planned to seize Venus and Mars;
they are huge, horrifying beasts with swarthy, hard skin and bellicose eyes so fiery...
they set soil ablaze with their hard breath, making smoke rise higher than clouds:
be warned, they'll invade Earth and enslave us and destroy all we built over the ages!
The King Of Beasts
By Roy Merritt
I don’t do very much,
I don’t attend to labors
I lay around most of the time
And sometimes eat my neighbors
I don’t do any of the hunting either
I leave that to my wives
Anything that requires some effort
I pretty much despise
And yet I’m king of the beasts
A regal being I do be
The proudest of the lions
On the wide Serenghetti
My diet seldom varies
I eat a lot of gazelle
And sometimes smaller prey
And buffaloes as well
And sometimes when I’m frisky
And needing some extra love
I’ll kill the little ones
Others fellow’s cubs
But don’t you think it was easy
To become master of this troupe
If I’d tried to early
I’d been thrown for a loop
For it’s a tough job
Being master of this realm
Such a job to young
Will surely overwhelm
You have to be ready
To take this job one that you can savor
One you can enjoy
And sometimes eat your neighbor
I don’t have many friends either
The hyenas I abhor
And when I hear them laugh
It burns me to the core
These creeps and the jackals
And vultures slow and fleet
Are always sneaking in
Trying to steal my meat
And that’s one of the troubles
The things that’ll make you quaver
When you’re about your duties
And sometimes eat your neighbor
But don’t you worry yourself
With things of those faraway
But perhaps we’ll get a chance
To meet on some future day
Perhaps you’ll come here
And perhaps me you’ll favor
And I’ll eat you when you’re here
In the time you are my neighbor
For you see I’m a lion fool
A lion apt to roar
And you should have thought of that
Before you dared to move next door
WE SIT and watch our amber tigers
beautifully silent now, their stripes gone, however
they lie by the bedside in their fleeting splendour
with the serenity of heaven’s blue
a reminder of heartbreak on a wedding day
an image of awakening
I think that they’re dying.
WE REFUSED an invitation to a banquet
in a tortoise shell and performance of a terminal dancer
and rather stayed in our kingdom of dust
our souls of smoke and honeydew rust
we keep singing the quivering minstrel songs
my mind a wharf boat of crystallite sorrow
yours a dreggy wine of oriental ruby.
WE, THE CYNICS of highest magnitude
thirsty dogs by the desert fountain
you’re the aquaphobic mermaid, ironically
I’m your prismatic platypus in love
an albino condemned to walk the snowy lands
edgeless and sweet in their vanilla flavor
but some days it feels so strange.
WE CAME here alone and will go alone
and most likely fall into oblivion
together like mythical corsair galleys
sailing by the craggy forelands
we’ll hold our cold hands and we’ll hope and hope
to hear that familiar wild wild roar
and catch a glimpse of our majestic beasts.
The Beasts of the Field
Upon this day I took a stroll,
To seek some comfort in the wild.
I knew that Nature could console,
And restless mind be reconciled.
In blissful thoughts and reverie,
I whiled away a pleasant morn.
I spied a robin in a tree;
No longer was my mood forlorn.
I wandered down a country lane,
Uplifted and my faith restored.
In spite of gloom and pouring rain
My heart was light, my spirits soared.
When all at once I saw a farm,
A flock of sheep in nearby field.
I marvelled at the simple charm
That Nature graciously revealed.
I watched them as they grazed in peace,
In mossy fields of autumn green.
All snug and warm in coats of fleece,
So sweet of face with loving mien.
I took a picture, lost in thought;
Such memories are meant to last.
I found the peace that I had sought;
Serenity, the spell was cast.