Best Cecil Poems
Cecil the lion of Zimbabwe, famous and beloved,
Shot by a bow hunter after being lured from his home;
It took Cecil forty hours to die, how he must have suffered,
They tracked him down and shot, skinned and beheaded him.
It was senseless, cowardly, cruel and barbaric,
Oh I weep for Cecil the lion with the rest of the world;
And all animals victims of trophy hunters who kill for the fun,
Our voices must be united and be strong, we must end poaching.
We must demand justice for Cecil and all animals,
The hunting for sport must be stopped as it is murder;
No amount of money makes it right, no more heads on walls,
No more animals killed by cowards with big egos and money to do it.
Sign a petition, make your voice heard loudly,
Laws need to change so that animals no longer die;
This particular killer will be tracked down just like he did,
But we will be more humane, we won't shot, skin and behead him.
This coward in hiding must face justice in Zimbabwe.
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August 26, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Justice For Cecil The Lion
Copyright Protected, ID 15-703-723-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest , What Is Your Form Of Justice,
sponsor, Tammy Reams
First Place
Categories:
cecil, anger, animal, beautiful, death,
Form:
Verse
Hear the mighty lion roar
From the past and distant shore
Africa long ago lost it’s maim
Humanity has been lost in Africa’s shame
Kill one lion
Hear the western nations roar
Slaughter complete races
You will hear western nations snore
Children starved, women raped
Soldier kings justify their burning hate
We stand by and pay no heed
As millions are slaughtered like African weeds
We have tears for the old lion true
The symbol or pride we ourselves un-deserve
Let us shed our tears for bloated black babies
Whom would gladly smile for a little meat
Perverse is the tear shed over one lion head
Notes: Of course I do not condone in any way the shooting of animals for sport, and endangered species must be preserved not for their sakes but for our sakes, selfish indeed. However it struck me the irony that such a story held the headlines for so long, when genocide becomes but a side note in our daily news.
Categories:
cecil, africa, animal, humanity, ,
Form:
Light Verse
Dreams of Life by Gideon Cecil
A still sun is dreaming in the skies,
The soft wind is kissing her eyes.
Her love for me is hidden in disguise.
Love is just a dream full of surprises.
Life is a mixture of sunshine and rain,
We dream today tomorrow we suffer pain.
We love in the morning and part at noon,
Oh what fictive love we display so soon!
Learn to love, laugh and rejoice today,
God will guide your soul if you pray.
You read my poetry today; tomorrow
I may be gone,
I am like a fragile flower dying
slowly at dawn.
Follow your dreams and never despair,
Be like an eagle towering without fear.
Life has many lessons you will learn,
Lessons of love, faith, and despair that’s
why we are born.
We gain the world today; tomorrow we die,
We lose our souls to hell then we cry.
Live a life to please God before you die,
Our souls are like smoke vanishing in the skies.
Her love is like the sea waves coming and going,
My heart is like a ship always sailing.
God’s love for us is a wind always blowing,
His eternal love is like a tree always growing.
I have an eternal dream where things will never fade,
In God’s kingdom where all things were made.
Copyright Gideon Cecil January 1st 2016-01-01
Categories:
cecil, character, christian, courage, god,
Form:
Narrative
Innocently lured off Hwange National Park
shot at with a bow and arrow
injured and confused
then tracked down
and killed in cold
blood with a gun
Cecil was killed on July 1 of 2015
whether he was murdered by a
big game hunter or a researcher--
the truth remains—such a friendly
lion did not deserve to die in a horrible way
conservationists and all good people are outraged
surely someone somewhere has to account for this
horrifying act of cruelty and other poaching crimes
Categories:
cecil, anger, animal, anti bullying,
Form:
Free verse
The sea sings her love songs again
elegant coconut trees smile in the
Caribbean sun,
Verdant trees laugh on this pristine Island.
A paradise to fall in love again.
Sea birds flutters on green coconut trees
I swim below and felt the sea breeze
the magnificent beauty of this alluring island
things of nature dream of a new gorgeous
day.
The touch of the waves kiss my gentle
face
I long for her touch like my lovers touch
I dream of this island that's a paradise to
my soul,
A shimmering rain dances on the waves
of the galloping sea
My heart falls in love again with nature's beauty,
I think of my lover's beauty that is beyond nature's
elegance
She walks in the beauty of my heart
like this magnificent island our love
shall never part,
No wind storm on this gorgeous sea,
Will ever separate her love from me.
Life is like this island that will fade away,
But only our eternal love will remain forever today.
Life is just a game we play on this stage,
Enjoy this moment we will soon fly away like
the elegant egrets on the coconut trees.
Categories:
cecil, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Cecil the king of the jungle
How are the mighty fallen
Tributes have come in from all around the world
From the animal and human kingdom
Oh cecil
See the way you were killed
Like a common criminal
Humans forgot you are a king
Oh Cecil! Oh Cecil!
We weep and mourn for you
Vividly I remember when you strode this earth like a colossus
Your fame cut across all continents of the world
As far as even the Sambisa forest of Nigeria, Africa
We have all roared, not in joy but in weeping
I am confused now for it seems humans have become more
Callous than we of the animal kingdom
You will never be forgotten Cecil,
Your death shall be a cause for justice
We shall continue to fight for animal rights just like humans fight for human rights
Rest in peace my friend and confidant Cecil until when we shall meet again
My name remains Zambo the great lioness of Africa
I end this sad song with a heavy heart.
Zambian jungle weep no more but don’t forget Cecil
Good bye Cecil the great King
Categories:
cecil, allegory, animal, bereavement, betrayal,
Form:
Ode
Since you found my words, my seal was tight.
Please read, do not have any fright.
These words, be my last, tonight.
To my wife, heavens lights,
I have taken flight.
No longer fight,
Our twelfth night,
Ignites
Rite
written for
Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Contest Name "MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE"
Categories:
cecil, death, devotion, faith, husband,
Form:
Nonet
Mark n Cecil
Mark worked for old Cecil,
Outside old Dirranbandi town,
Mark was a 14 year old boy,
It was puzzling made him frown,
The Brown Snakes and the Rabbits,
Lived under the Bark Hut floor,
You could hear the babies squeaking,
When the snakes they asked for more,
Peanut shells were one foot deep,
Behind ole Cecil's door,
The thunder box exploded as the gas ignited sure,
(No smoking in the thunder box toilet)
Farm tractor had breathed its last,
Cecil dragged it to town once more,
Forgot Mark was steering it ,
At 50 miles or more,
Mark he was a yelling at Cecil, "bloody stop, "
The tractor it got flying,
Did the Grids and gullies hop,
Old 7 foot Cunningham waved to Cecil,
Not wanting him to stop,
But Cecil jammed the anchors on,
And the Tractor couldn't stop,
An almighty crash like thunder,
As the Tractor came ashore,
And Cecil frowned in wonder,
When Mark landed at his door,
Ole Cunningham just shook his head,
As off they went off again,
Those silly bloody Lousey Jacks ,
Just Wouldn't come outa the rain.
Don Johnson
Categories:
cecil, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
The macaws are singing for you in the rain,
Your lover is kissing you again.
What's all his kisses worth
If he breaks your heart and flirt?
Love is like a lost memory on the pages of the sea,
If he loves you sincerely only God in heaven knows.
Love is like the wind that comes and goes
He loves you today
Tomorrow he walks away.
His heart like a branch that sways
a false trust that's like the fading sun's rays.
Love not the elegant face you see
Nor the moon beam in his eyes.
Love the inner soul you cannot see
Then your love is trusted into eternity.
One heart his fictive love betray,
A next beauty leads his heart astray.
What fictive love you display,
By your elegant glass that's broken today?
She loves you today and calls you honey,
Flirts with another then steal your money.
Oh my this stage of love looks funny!
Then she left you for a next man's money.
Looks can deceive the anxious soul
The eyes of the flesh sees little to behold.
Love is a thing that tickles the heart
tumbles the brain but difficult to explain.
Let your love and heart be trusted first on God above
Then He will Guide your soul to be joined as
one to your immortal love.
Categories:
cecil, love hurts,
Form:
Narrative
His looks were noted as being exceptional
He could pose for a camera like a professional
For a lion his life was one of peace and quiet
He had everything required including his diet
He spent many hours gazing fondly at his sons
Who would follow his footsteps to be the royal ones
A day arrived when he saw men before him standing
They carried something and to him they were signaling
Being very curious is the nature of all cats
If it's a treat he must find just where it's at
What then happened was a most grievous pain
For many hours could not move from where he'd lain
His death was shameful and should remind one and all
A repulsive man wanted this lion's head for his wall
Categories:
cecil, africa, animal, betrayal, death,
Form:
Couplet
I was named after my grandfather on maternal side.
Cecil is my name, though at first I hated it so.
Teased I was, when I was younger, you need to know.
A cartoon there was, Beanie and Cecil show, I confide.
Few may remember though many will never forget.
Cecil was a sea sick sea serpent, which swam so fast.
Always helping Beanie, get out of trouble till the last,
“Help me Cecil” would be his cry, on every television set.
Cecil has always been a misleading name, to many who heard.
Thinking they did, I was a female, then surprised next.
This never hurt me, even happens, when they read my text.
Even now, when some read this verse, may say, “oh my word”,
Cecil also supposed to mean, “Blind” not sure of this meaning.
There is not much more to say, about my first name you see.
Though now that I am older, I do not dislike it, I am just me.
When people make fun of my name, I don’t find it demeaning.
I am even really proud of it, since there are not many with my name.
Though I have run into one or two, in many different places,
I even find it fun, to see expressions, on some of their faces.
They seem happy, as I am to hear, another person called the same
written for
Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Contest Name "WHAT'S IN A NAME?"
Categories:
cecil, childhood, introspection, life, people,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
As two Martian brothers went out to play
They argued as to what it would be today
Flipping a coin the younger boy won
“I know just what would be a lot of fun.
Let’s play like we are spacemen from Earth
And we’ll make a movie to show we were here first
And let’s pretend that I win the Spaceman award”
“Hold on you droid, if I’m on board,
You will never win the spaceman of the year award”
“I will so. Honestly I get so bored.
I win the toss and you fuss”
“But, You haven’t the love of humanity for it, you woos”
Cranking up the old rusty government reject garbage can,
The imaginary thrusters coughed, and man,
did they begin to rise. .
“I don’t need to love no stinking humans to win no prize.
Get off of my Space Ship, alright”
“Well, slow it down dude, I can’t jump off at the speed of light”
Apr 28 2010 For Matt’s “Poems to Movies” contest
Categories:
cecil, imaginationlove,
Form:
Rhyme
Say, dig what I say
Talkin’ bout a new jazz vibe/
Man, move over/
the Jazz Cookers are hittin’ their stride in the groove to stay alive/
Eddie Henderson/
Cecil McBee/
George Cables,Billy Hart
and Billy Harper/
swingin’ harder jazz be flying/
downbeat, upbeat, man, count It off/
their soul auras are in the jazz notes they play/
David Weiss and Donald Harrison are fryin’ their amps/
burnin’ the house down/
with the jazz club scene in decline/
and record labels cuttin’ back on jazz/
the jazz Cookers have to stay alive and relevant in a jazz-changing world/
so dig, be cool struttin’ as Sonny Clark would say/
you might not always get a payday but you love to play/
the Cookers boss horns are on fire/
hip tones blowin' from the stage/bro, this is the jazz life you chose and after a gig, you might be all alone/
so be in the moment and improvise on your jazz note phrasing/
you’ll find the rhythm and meaning knowing you can play the same note gig after gig night after night/
but different every time/
are you hip to the Cookers?/
they will have you finger poppin’ and blowin' your mind/
wahoo that’s a whole lotta jazz
Categories:
cecil, spoken word,
Form:
Spoken Word
Cecil the Magician knew a heap of tricks,
But, alas, couldn't get himself out of this fix!
Entry for Jesse Rowe's "An Epitaph To Make Us Laugh" Contest
(11 Apr 2019)
Categories:
cecil, humorous,
Form:
Epitaph
(Land that doth marry mother lode
of sublime earthen land and sea).
Age of exploration
ushered cruel fate
against “red” men living
in bliss by agents
patch of eden north
o the Mason Dixon line
latitude: 39.64839
longitude: -75.95591 alee
perchance designed
by divine providence
with dyslexic humorous bents
Cecil county Maryland
lies like plump backward letter “e”
witnessed topographic erosion
pocked imprimatur marked
meteorological dents
thru inundation of
oceanographic propensities
melding coastline like the Galilee
in particular by Chesapeake Bay,
that body of water
abutting like natural fence
first witnessed by captain
John Smith in 1608
mistaking himself tong tied
in sole of Italy
learned faux pas, when crossing paths
with Susquehannas hence,
offered tobacco sticks to natives
while recovering
from injured wounded knee
said other sundry tribes curiously eyed
then (I utilized poetic license)
took smoke from packet of Kents
which twist on actual
historical facts manipulated by me
but more truthful account awash
and replete with more
than interspersed nonsense
and incorporates tract situated
in so called Fertile Crescent – see
settled by Europeans of English stock,
who emigrated with nary a pence
“taming” shrew like “noble savages”
plied Leviathan sized ukuleles
whose might exploited for felling forests,
which timber built cabins with vents.
Categories:
cecil, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse