Best Cobra Poems
Shh…..!
Don’t scare them away!
Let us watch this macabre dance
and enjoy the art in rivalry!
A battle between
two champions.
both in the arena,
armed with nothing
but
teeth and fangs,
stationed immobile
face to face,
eyes emitting sparks of ire.
A cobra
with spectacled hood wide
hissing and shrieking,
spitting fire and fume
and a mongoose
with bushy tail up.
Who would win
this murderous combat?
Yet to see!
Golly… gosh!
When spoken to talk lightly,
I have no good advice.
A King of cobras answered me
What he told me then was this.
"There are different things to say
Different things to do
A different path to choose
A different way that you lose. . ."
I didn't hear you clearly;
I didn't catch your name.
Fire burns my conscience,
But no one is to blame.
"Others walk a silken thread,
Others never knew.
Little are those things I know
I never knew I knew."
A cobra and a liar;
A Beggar and a thief!
A missing intuition
Without meaning or belief.
"You are other things you say,
You are half a day;
You would answer callously
And I would go away."
Who would ask me what you know?
Who would like your name?
No one told you endlessly
That I am just the same!
"Walk or talk in bargains;
Sell me for a price.
Your conscience has the upper hand,
And I was never nice."
I startled you as you lay dreaming
With burnished scales and body gleaming
Upon an ochre sunny, sandy bank
Contrasting with your elongated flank
You rose with quick-silvery motion
Without sound or needless commotion
And spread wide your captivating hood
While in awe gazing, mesmerized I stood
You flicked your fork tongue at me testing
Simultaneously threatening and protesting
Swaying to your primeval ancient dance
As I stood rooted in admiring transfixed trance
You tasted once again my human essence
While I in turn took in your luminescence
And then with an imperceptible low hiss
You vanished, leaving me in humbled bliss
Cobra
venomous, dangerous,
slithering, hissing, injecting
striking the prey, killing the cobra
protecting, fighting, attacking
remarkable, friendly,
Mongoose
the lunatic dog
and the insane creature
mean splitting cobra
I open and close my stiff cold hands,
and look down at what my pen has spilled;
my hands ache from decades of writing,
my many pages are totally filled.
Electric jolts stab at my fingers,
and my writing is dead and tingling;
I put on my ugly, clumsy splints,
and send my words to go a mingling.
And mingling, mingling far and far,
soon, I hear the snakes come creeping;
to tear apart- destroy my words,
the cobra asp came while I was sleeping.
Then, came the unblinking viper asp,
all the night my poetry they devoured;
each word that my pen had let fall,
and in the morning they left- a coward.
Perhaps the asp thinks this is power,
that they are cunning and will break me;
that I will fall in beautiful broken pieces,
but I have courage and only I, have the key.
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April 29, 2018
Poetry/Quatrain/Only I, Have The Key
Copyright Protected, ID 18- 1018-003-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Asp
sponsor, Anthony Slausen
Fourth Place
hooded cape hovers
dark shadows send thermal beams
hydraulic jets fire
It's said there's some irreplacable
and it's said they're iridescent
but from realities wakeup call
and the knives that peel at your delicacy-
gently puncturing the senses,
triggering the knots that erupt deep inside
when they are no longer butterflies-
but cobras,
infecting, misleading and wrong-
surfacing the venom of worry
*not finished*
The Cobra lay where Cobras lie,
a King within his lands.
With hooded head and armoured scales
and venom in his fangs.
The Cobra soaked up morning sun,
the nighttime turned to day.
As warmth refreshed his deathly sleep,
he slithered on his way.
A mouse or lizard, bird or frog,
a tasty little treat.
Is what he sought with flashing tongue
that sensed his daily meat.
But not today was fate his friend,
his kingdom under threat.
He rose to meet an enemy
that he had never ate.
For in his way a hillock stood
with soldiers everywhere,
none loyal to our Cobra King
his rules they did not share.
In unison the ants advanced
there’s nothing that they feared.
Streaming out from muddied walls
their thin red lines appeared.
His orders hissed from hooded fangs
and poisoned threats declared.
Had no effect on their advance
as up his scales they dared.
From inside out they ate the King,
a royal feast enjoyed.
The reign of terror of his kind,
so easily destroyed.
For poison running in your veins
can not defeat them all.
But little things beneath great power,
can make a kingdom fall.
Ivor G Davies
the
day a
Belgian
Dane+Dutchman
met
they
made an
initial
impression on
art
cobra=COopenhagen;BRussels;Amersterdam namely
expressionist artists..Appel/Corneille/Jorn
A watch from the berrtes eye
secret silinet he cryies
through the work of a jugten deed
a world he sit where no one takes heed
the new wind blows ash in dust
a look from wishiling window
showing no aprayven norical forshiven
As the shadow towers over me
I sing a hearts praise to all lost children
awaken and dawriness intent begavaning my eventdence
i shower the the places of my past
in this overchure of suprise I cradle my last emphise
I work hard to make thing new
I began with this next of kin
A tiped nouse blinking it's fastin
The dull axes couteraction
I wangraond uptichure of my atimasity
Apraganding these two heartbroken lovers
Sore under oath to persert them both
I walk alone to actord my salvage
The presure of this unburn thratise bragging in my face
I object in theses halls of forgatton backlashing
This four hored watch this ucrane
As the mamed game backran her i am avenged
THw wac swocks the tuk bock lock
While i cindle my brushin brides backstab
sheds its skin
glows and dazzles anew
the fearsome beauty
-I just wanted a friend
-One without ulterior motives
-Know what I mean?
-They never ACTUALLY listen to what im saying.
-They just nod, and smile, they agree at all the right parts..
-But, the whole time they’re just counting up their brownie points to get into my pants.
-Like “eventually I’ll give in.”
-Ill have moment of weakness, or a moment they could take advantage by knowing me so well and having my trust.
-Like a cobra they wait to strike me down like some sort of weak mouse.
-Their forked tongue whispering lies through my ears and to my soul.
-Reminding me all of the things I've told them in confidence. Now being weaponized against me.
-Maybe its best,
-to be alone.
Confronted eye to eye
Deep in the jungle
A Bite
Predator venom attack
Accelerating poison
Effect thereafter
Slowly shortness of breath
The thought how much time left
Body rhythms started to erupt
Suddenly black out
King Cobra took charge
Control and Large
Death was slowly sinking in
Medical Staff response arrived
Luckily in time
The venom was quickly extracted
Victim survived the ordeal
Could have been worse
The venom could have been with no reverse
Curse of the King Cobra
Caution alert
Beware
a hooded snake looks me eye to eye,
death just two feet away,
he sways his head with a warning hiss,
“keep still or you have had your stay!”
he coils his body with a slither,
God had made him that way!
in a conflict of souls he will win,
I should stay still if I am to see another day!
he edges his way towards the door,
still watching me eye to eye,
he seeks an opening with a final hiss,
then quickly slithers away!!
In that brief encounter of man and snake,
he won the battle that day,
in combat would have killed me straight,
but he taught me a lesson in a way,
he chose not to hurt me though he could,
a moral that with me would stay,
He showed more compassion to a man,
than most men would have done that day!
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Written 16/March/2021
Contemplation poetry contest
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