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Aspiration

Aspiration


Antoine had crashed once again when tempting the desert
Freedom fighter laureate poet daredevil testing the call of

                        ~ Poisonous Times ~

A mysterious man and rebellious philosopher with script on his 
tongue ink on soft paper Rose in his heart and yearning for

                        ~ Cleopatra’s Eyes ~

A snake of fertile creation and healing never far from his pen
Aesculapius in coil had mutated to SS wound around torches’

                        ~ Venomous Bite ~

Aspides’s toxic fangs a spitting image of denial with thick scales
covering eyes of horned vipers hiding or shielding from attack

                        ~ Dependent on Choice ~

The piloting scribe aspired towards kind compassionate words
As the elephant was swallowed by a boa constrictor clothed in a sad

                         ~ Hatter’s Distortion ~

Antoine got killed on reconnaissance’s flight over France shot down or
by just letting go of throttle and misery but the Little Prince and his

                          ~ Wisdom Remains ~

Avoiding slithering hisses in what remains of paradise an auspice
of sloughing what needs to be shed emerged from warrior’s asps in

                          ~ Blossoming Hope ~

When threatened by serpent’s pitiless pits with no parachute attached
Peace can be found and acrimonious asperity relieved one small step in

                          ~ Narration and Truth ~

29th April 2018


Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2018


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LOVE IS

Love is the cacophony of life,
the stillness of your lover’s breath in sleep,
the boa constrictor hug of a grandchild,
and the outstretched arms of Christ.

8/6/2018

2nd place/multiple placements
Faraz Ajmal’s A four line poem on what is love poetry contest


Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2018


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Privy Call

So here's a who's who is the Zoo,
Sue the snake petter, that's who,
She was hugged by the Boa Constrictor,
Who could eat her but only licked her,
And scared it out of her in the loo.



For Linda-Marie's Zany Zoo contest.






Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2010


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Animal Magnetism

A pet more exotic I'd wanted.

A pet to be groomed and then flaunted.

not a dog or a cat

something cooler than that!

I began my search feeling undaunted





In a pet store I came on a ferret.

Such a pain he was! How did I bear it?

Under doors and through cracks

He'd escape from me. AAAACH!!

So I traded him in for a parrot.




Well, the parrot just wanted to fly!

And that bird knew more bad words than I.

When he called me a whore,

I threw open the door:

“Now you’re getting your wish, Bird. BYE BYE!





A boa constrictor I bought,

He’d like to be cuddled, I thought,

But he wrapped and he squeezed,

As I gasped and I wheezed,

And offered the rat that I’d caught.

 

A bowl of piranha I won -

I played Baccarat with a nun -

And they wiggled their bums,

So I tickled their tums,

But bones ’stead of fingers aint fun.





My elderly aunt sent a text,

Suggesting tarantulas next,

But my spider alas,

Took a bite of my ***:

My pet-owning hobby is hexed.





I went to the pet shop, I swear,

But nothing I wanted was there -

To my pets I am prey,

So I went on eBay,

And purchased a big teddy bear.


for Darkness' Grab A Partner collaboration contest, written with a good Soup friend


Copyright © jack horne | Year Posted 2014


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Animal Magnetism

A pet more exotic I'd wanted.
A pet to be groomed and then flaunted.
Not a dog or a cat -
Something cooler than that!
I began my search feeling undaunted

In a pet store I came on a ferret.
Such a pain he was! How did I bear it?
Under doors and through cracks
He'd escape from me. AAAACH!!
So I traded him in for a parrot.

Well, the parrot just wanted to fly!
And that bird knew more bad words than I.
When he called me a whore,
I threw open the door:
“Now you’re getting your wish, Bird. BYE BYE!

A boa constrictor I bought,
He’d like to be cuddled, I thought,
But he wrapped and he squeezed,
As I gasped and I wheezed,
And offered the rat that I’d caught.
 
A bowl of piranha I won -
I played Baccarat with a nun -
And they wiggled their bums,
So I tickled their tums,
But bones ’stead of fingers aint fun.

My elderly aunt sent a text,
Suggesting tarantulas next,
But my spider alas,
Took a bite of my ***:
My pet-owning hobby is hexed.

I went to the pet shop, I swear,
But nothing I wanted was there -
To my pets I am prey,
So I went on eBay,
And purchased a big teddy bear.


For the "Grab a Partner" Contest. To see
who I collaborated with, read my comment
under the poem.


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014


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The Challenge Of Eating French Onion Soup

My favorite dining place in town is a place called La Baguette.
'Tis a quaint French café and I haven't found its equal yet.
They serve the most scrumptious French onion soup west of Gay Paree,
And it is slurped by discriminating snobs as well as we bourgeoisie!

They serve other grub such as baguettes and burgundy beef stews,
Escargot, pate, salad maison and an assortment of cheese fondues.
And Monday through Friday they ladle bowls of soup du jour,
But each and every day they serve French onion soup for sure!

Eating French onion soup is a challenge and requires a bit of skill,
Especially, dealing with the stringy cheese in that delectable swill.
The glob of provolone clings like a boa constrictor to my spoon,
And dangles from my noble chin making me look somewhat like a goon!

De mal en pis (just when my dilemma has gone from bad to worse),
Faire bonne mine (to put a good face on matters) I tend to curse.
To save face, next time I'll ask the waiter, "S'il vous plait (if you please),
I'll have a bowl of your French onion soup sans that stringy cheese!"

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt,USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved


Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2015


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Boa

Like a boa constrictor
the intimations of mortality
remind me every day
not to take a backwards breath,
to keep my lungs filled
to the deepest point,
be open to the widest possibility,
replace each new disability
with a new ability,
and to rest, aware
that the damnable serpent
never does until
its eaten it's fill.


Copyright © ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2010


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The Queen Bee

A fountain of dryness
Deserts flow cloud belly to the arid brown.
Inside the fountain, the bottom of zest,
The penny lay await, eye wide, no dreams died.

Here comes the mistress 
In garments to her knees
Duchess of Fountain: the town of keys,
An elegance of pinkness, woman of sun.

Inside the high fountain
Between a thousand coins, pennies 
Sits three
peaceful keys.

One with a tooth lodged hinged.
The mistress, Queen of bees. hands on
Oval mouth falls
with teeth shedding from wingless bees.

The second key lay tangled in green weeds
The head weld with an iced crown.
Alas, she is the mistress of bees. She is crowned.
The bees are helpless, they must bow down. 

And largely to the left of her gold dress,
Like a morgue sleeper, is the biggest key -
Rough as a murder, it sleeps
With a heart on its head, jailed constrictor.

The town bees open wide as the moon.
Their hearts gears murmur softly. 
The mistress has control.
She stares at the sun.

Smile heavy 
Dust off her keys 
Teeth all gone but hearts lay flat
Declaring her crown.

The fountain is flowing 
The bees are working 
They hear the keys
They are rattling.


Copyright © Marcus Bailey | Year Posted 2016


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Raindrops and Rainbows

depression squeezed like a boa constrictor taking most of the joy from her life struggling through the Great Depression she dropped out of high school, went to work an “A” student, she did what had to be done although she shed tears nearly every day her children still made her smile Mom lived vicariously through us celebrating each victory of her three children never missing a chance to congratulate us life with Mom could be hard some days she didn’t get out of bed we, her children, cooked and cleaned the family joker, I sometimes brought a laugh cherished were those rare moments one thing she had always requested – that we kiss her at her wake just thinking of this made me sad but I gave her that last kiss on skin so cold, hard each time a raindrop comes my way I remember the tears Mom shed but when a rainbow paints the sky it is her love that I remember and wish I could kiss the sky
*Entry for PD’s Early Mother’s Day contest


Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2012


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I WISH I WEREN'T A FROG

I WISH I WEREN’T A FROG
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS



I wish I were a frog sunning myself on a lily pad
No cares or worries to drive me mad or sad
I’ll  play it cool, wait for insects out on the fly
A plump worm, two mosquitoes are my kind of pie
I need the sun to be on schedule each n every day
I gotta find warmth, and for me, it’s the only way

Sitting on a lily pad in a tranquil pond sounds fine
But here in Florida, your existence is always on the line
Carnivores are under every leaf, behind each palm
In jungles we’d be warned as howlers screech alarm
We don’t have warnings of lethal impending threats
Owners come to cast off their loved carnivorous pets

I sense being stalked now by sneaky ole alligator
He’s not looking now but he’ll inch closer, later
He’s trying to ambush me pretending he’s asleep
He’s been at this for days but my distance I keep
I wile away time  til the location is just right
I jump on his eyes and carom quickly out of sight 

He’s not too quick on the uptake, actually slow
He’s focused on me for a meal; and doesn’t know
There’s a large constrictor taking his measure
Swallowing him whole would be a savory treasure
I’ve got to be vigilant, keep alert system on high
Swallowed from below or scooped up from on sky


And then there’s the so called breeding season
Missy shows up lays thousands of eggs and done
All arrive at the same time flooding the place
Attracting voracious eaters at a phenomenal pace
I honker down n  lay low til the action gets still
Making sure these gluttons have had their fill

Frog (2)



Were I in the amazon I’d turn a bright yellow
A red flag to the savvy that I’m a poisonous fellow
There’s always a dummy not sure what colors tout
He’ll take a bite, I’ll exude, he’ll quickly spit me out
I don’t get that edge here in the Florida everglades
This place becomes a banquet site as the sun fades


I’d be a frog up north where the seasons change
It’s so much safer there, I’d extend my range
Sunning myself all summer, find soft mud in the fall
Hibernate, lose some weight, wait for spring to call
But I’m here in Florida where eating lasts all year
Due to all these frog consumers, so much more to fear


Caught a movement flashing in the corner of  my eye
It’s a big fat caterpillar, just the kind I’d like to try
He’s quite a distance away, I’ll need to spring real high
Oops, I made a big mistake never saw the hawk fly by. Bye   



















 






 



Copyright © John Arribas | Year Posted 2016


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Dream Constrictor

Afraid of the choke,
Terrified birds and mammals:
Cringe, as ripples loom.


Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2013


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Being Still

Being Still 

To be still here with you is the best place to be
Listening to my heart
Inside you I take a peak
From whence comes this emotion of kindness I see
A touch of a rose petal
Or a dainty daisy

Kindness is creeping back in
I sense its warm caress
I just walked out of a day of complete aloneness
How could all the joy be robbed all at once from my soul
A boa constrictor came into the night and tried to swalllow me whole
 
He promised me today that he would show me who my true friends were
He promised me this day to be still and know that He is near
Listening to my heart and unglueing from its hinges
Every past mistake as my life sits on the edge

Come back now
Please don’t leave me
I am sitting alone here with packed suitcases
Not knowing what I will come home to
Hearing in the stillness of the moment that I will turn around 
And return back unto you

It is a new day and with a new day comes a rainbow
This third day of my fast I am expecting a miracle
Place all the shattered pieces of my heart back together now
Replace the dreams that the enemy tried to steal away now
Love is creeping in again
Slowly but surely
Taking away the darkness that I was suffocated with earlier
I thank you for this experience for it showed me something great
That you in the center of my heart is where I want you to be

Gwendolen Rix
7-30-14


Copyright © Gwendolen Song | Year Posted 2014


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Shel Silverstein

I am intrigued by Shel Silverstein
His passion and his works
His obscure way of rhyming
Making fun of other's quirks

Unique, unusual, surprising
Funny and clever is a given 
With emphasis on children 
And the world that they live in

“Hector the Collector, Boa Constrictor
Band-Aids, Sick, or With his Mouth Full of Food,”
His poems are very different
Yet similarly very good

I chuckle in amusement and smile, reading
“If the World Was Crazy and Sky Seasoning”
But it’s impossible to just like two
When they are all so amazing

“Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage out,”
and “The Giving Tree,”
To go unmentioned would devalue Shel’s name
Especially the last one I listed
As it really was his claim to fame



Copyright © Lori Phipps | Year Posted 2010


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Legless Reptile

The Legless Reptile 
The ruin made of stones ended up a home, rock by rock rebuilt 
on a hillside overlooking a valley of gentle dreams and orchids 
 so rare they only grow here. The man of the house had 
a boa constrictor, in the basement, he preferred its company
it was quiet and curled up most of the time. He fed it rabbits,
chicken and occasionally - near Christmas- a life goat or two.
 Often, when there nothing on the TV, he went down to visit 
his friend in the basement and stroked its firm muscular body.

 The man was not seen, people went to his house, perhaps he 
was ill, they found a hungry snake, which was given to the zoo,
 the man had disappeared, maybe he would return some day.
The house, left empty fell into decay and the roof blew off 
a stormy day and water reduced the house to a ruin, which 
proves a boa constrictor knows nothing about companionship.    


Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2014


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fast food 2

If you think the first restaurant was bad,
Well this one Is worse,
There’s a dead guy in the kitchen,
Brought in by the hearse.
Boogers in the burgers,
Flies are in the soup,
The smell of chicken clutter,
Is coming from the coup.
The cow is just a mooing,
And spitting in the fries,
The chicken is a cooking,
We can all hear her cries.
A boa constrictor is in the dishes,
Hissing at the cat,
The pig is just a squealing cause their pumping out his fat.
If you order a drink here,
You may live to regret,
For the first taste of wonder,
Is a rat “that little pest”!
I’ll put it plain and simple,
In fact, I’ll tell it well,
If you decide to keep eating here,
Surely you’ll go through hell.


Copyright © Craig munn | Year Posted 2015


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Ancient Constrictor

Gleaming, constricting-
   Swallowing Ancient worship
      Anaconda creeps.



* Anacondas were once, and perhaps still are, revered and worshiped as
A God figure to Amazonian tribal natives. Anacondas are also one of the 
few animals who actively seek, and ambush, human prey.

A. Green


Copyright © Amy Green | Year Posted 2010


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Boa Constrictor

Miss Mary Prince
Was not seen since
She brought home her boa constrictor
I guess the snake did more than lick her.


Copyright © Alfred Berggren | Year Posted 2017


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Tight End

Beatin' this path 'til my heart stop
cause any moment my heart. could. stop.
Swear any day my chest might pop
So sit tight, bout to open up shop
Call this the English chop shop, loppin' slop
'til I'm atop the top makin' rounds, spinning top
slap you sops, I mean saps
writin' raps while I nap
getcha thinkin' caps
Clap, clap, clap on lights
shinin' thru lies like a lite brite
Comin' for mine, writ of right
hope one day you see these heights
I'm over your spite & silly trite slights
Unmatchable sleight
Slight...ly insane, can't be tamed
brain strained tryna explain the arcane
Rhymes'll never wane, maintain
find your lane plain Jane
found mine mane...
I'm treatin' alcohol like an elixir
no mixer, always end up missin' her
got me wrapped round 'er finger
like a boa constrictor 
lips tastin' like nectar
but those same lips'll bicker 
like their words are scripture
bitter, gone in a flicker,
hope your new man's better
even forever don't last forever 
back to the liquor...
chest pains... what keeps it beating?
hold up, really, think about it... 
the great twitch, listen, I'm pleading
spent too much time reading
it's like cheating, or maybe peaking
into the meaning of being
existence is fleeting
quit fleeing your meaning
meaningless... to me that's bliss
What's a life without a risk?
Mind on fritz when I reminisce 
Blow my past selves a kiss
but no holes in my memory, swiss
triple threat like blitz, 3,000 hits & a swish
close your eyes, make a wish
and imagine this... 
I'm not sayin' there's no meaning
I'm sayin' you can choose, like screening
or dreaming, parti pris'ning, feigning 
for truth, like the right wing do for Jesus
Jesus, these realizations've left me alone
but alone don't mean I'm lonely
losin' touch with some of my homies
or should I say phonies?
cause I just can't relate with complacent
one too many vacant statements
words are latent
hesitatin' blatant flagrants
used to be adjacent agents
now you're an acquaintance 
count to 10, I'm learnin' patience
gracious vagrant w/ equational statements
fixated on a Pulitzer nomination
no delegations
cause I can't go with the flow...
that's a lazy stream
rather reap what I sew
guess I'm a one man team
but but but...
we used to be teemin' w/ dreams!
now you're like a train without steam
or a boat without oars headin' upstream
remind myself it's never what it seems
and take a step outside the seams... 
I'm truly sorry if I ever condescend
I swear It's not what I intend
I just want the best for my friends
on me you can always depend 
your go to in the red zone, tight end


Copyright © Zachary Alvstad | Year Posted 2015


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Poison Ivy of Assumption

Poison ivy of assumption
a seed transforms into vines
your very branches tread fine lines. 

Cut off the ones that offend you. 
Watch as the ivy desecrates the character you never were. 
Hearsay convoluted, convictions flawed. 
Are you so jealous or too overzealous? 

Poison Ivy of assumption
ruthless as a boa constrictor. 
Crack each bone to keep your namesake. 
Lessening a stranger's significance
hoping to encapsulate foreign fences.
All for your self decadence? 

Prey lay dying
decimation of their very character. 
The ivy as a thief in the night.
Wearing its victims skin it entangles and destroys. 

Poison ivy of assumption
is no stepping stone sacred with thee? 
Every leaf a captured soul
in your self induced sheol. 
Void of individual existence 
tarnished and vindictive in your webbed realm of deceit. 

Poison ivy of assumption
a cycle neverending
this much I know is true. 
Still ever present around today. 

As green meets green
as dawn meets dusk
as a star fires away from the sky. 
I stand in truth to confront this ivy of assumption.
I'll stand neither by it nor for it. 

Poison ivy of assumption.
None call it.
None escape it, 
None miss it. 

I require proof. 
While you die in the lies that never was
and never will be. 

Poison ivy of assumption
be my guest
but I won't be there to dine.


Copyright © Hailey Comet | Year Posted 2015


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They Caught Me Young

They Caught Me Young


The first cut is a cut so deep-
Internalising this impression
Has made me stir and creep
With invariable precision!

Great Writers caught me young
Whilst an exploring youth.
Leaning on the sublimely tongue
Exorcised my being uncouth!

Teachers, too, were adept or apt
For immersing head in writ
Could I’ve been Boy so warped
Revelling in the pristine wit?!

Dog-eared, thick or slimy books
Thrilling with dramatic fiction
Themes of satire or comic gooks
Scheming tricks or zany diction...

Grand Scribes from my Loam
In a Renaissance of our own
Goaded by creativity did roam
Till their quest was fully blown...

Making a child want to read
Is forcing an *** a spat to drink
To force-read and fill his head
Is making a fool like to think!

Dambudzo, Achebe and Ngugi
(Cherished Internal Hairdresser)
Adorning domes wisdom’s wig
‘Gainst ignorance th’ oppressor.

               *
I’m not like floating dung
Wise men fixed me young!
	
Yet, dome is a half full tin
Striving, more wit to win!

Sharing our minds in Soup
Rewards the entire group!!

               *
A legacy from the great Writers
Left me a Poet punishing self
Perfection that I seek to get
Is a constrictor that squeezes
Choking, popping my eyes out.
I dig gnarled knuckles in hair
Teasing brain a gist to catch.
I goad tired legs to move
Stirrups digging sallow flanks,
To climb hills to dizzy heights,
Cross oceans with itchy brine.
Searching elusive enlightenment
I sing till my voice is so hoarse
To postulate concept in limbo.
The way how I abuse myself
Although I churn solid verse
The Muse will not be amused!

               *
Write from your heart
Follow no map or chart
Art is mercury in shape
Take after the landscape
Liquid Metals that flow
Towards where it is low!

               *

My Mentor simply took me across
Teaching me to be my own boss,
Adult, although in his wit I relish
My own effort I must now cherish!	

JM

26th Oct’ 2013










Copyright © Joseph Matose | Year Posted 2013


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Anxiety

Here it is again
That sudden uneasiness
The alarms are going off in my body
My heart begins to pound
The blood rushes to my head
I can't think clearly
My mind starts to crave safety from something...
In my mind I tell myself, "It's time to go
Time to get away from here"
And I'm not even sure if it's legit, the cause of my fear
But it's there and I can't shake it

I can barely talk

My mouth has become an inadequate tool
An indecisive thing
In the process of speaking I become 
a child digging through his alphabet soup with a tongue for a spoon
Rearranging the letters into words
And trying to pick the right one like a victim staring through the glass at the line up 
Is it one, two....five, six?
Which one of these will deserve a sentence?
Not knowing what I should say feels like a crime....
And when my words fail I fall into the habit of judging myself for it
I stutter
Skip words
My larynx becomes a boa constrictor wrapping itself around the them and turns my throat into a bottleneck that they can't slip through
Sometimes after having an awkward moment I replay the situation in my head and think I made myself look like a fool
I break out in a sweat
And my body burns with embarrassment 
When I'm in public and I feel out of place
I pan my eyes out over the faces in the crowd
Not wanting to simply keep my head down 
But at the same time not wanting to maintain eye contact
Not wanting to invite other people's attention or whatever else may be coming
I hint of laughter nearby catches my attention
I look around...
Is that for me?
So much insecurity....



This thing...it causes me to treat people like caution lights and a part of me can't help but feel that it's necessary and that I need to do that but other times I wonder what my life would be like if I wasn't so hesitant to interact
If I could just be easy going and let things flow but I'm too restrained
Too cautious
Too scared to trust myself and be bold or trust those around me because I'm not sure what will happen 
Sometimes I wish I could be free from this thing that hinders me
My dear, ever present anxiety


Copyright © Alex Roberson | Year Posted 2015


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Soul consciousness

Soul consciousness


The most valuable thing is soul
Without its presence no life can sustain
person to person approach is apart
As air roams freely from command

Revolves brain to place it in mind or space 
Not conclusion of findings only remains gaze
Search and research is pertaining to consciousness
Which is not designed for human mind

A confusion and only acceptance for human
Try after try, no surgeon in the world can claim
Yes, limitation of soul consciousness is
No provision to unfold the reason

Who created us! Only he is perfect scientist 
Not only to discover the things infinite and invisible
But master of invention with command
The soul consciousness is subject of nature
Who bears the knowledge of life and universe

Why start talk about creation?
Nothing can be produced
Without man, material, desire, and technique
Not a single pin will be erect
Soul is not the matter, to put to test in laboratory
It is the element of eternal
Man cannot unravel it 
Man is only a product of superb.

Man is free to think ,as we are discussing now
And can claim as four blind people
Put their views touching big elephant
One says elephant is as winnows, touching in ear
Another touched in tail and claimed as a rope....

But, man can feel super soul's appearance 
Feeling life's present and enjoying different 
Bliss and peace of world and heaven
Feeling of the lovely creature's love and 
Fear of superb play of mortal

Soul is immortal bears consciousness
It is the free gift of nature 
No claim has seen ever, 
In the factory of science and research

Also, the day will never come to see
Soul will be defined as such and such
Because, no science is there, in human
As we can't believe a Bi-cycle will fly
The reason is system does not deserve to fly 

So, enjoy life a brilliant and a vibrant boon of nature
Cycle of birth and death will prevail in future
In the rotation of supreme's nature.

If there is product developer is a must
In womb of mother, silently hides the constrictor
Birth and death dignifies a place 
As we live in earth at present 
After death, our home must be some where
To put the object as holder needs

Body and soul are different things 
In birth we bring both together with us
In death we leave body here
And carries only soul the consciousness. 


  
(Note: I have tried to put some glimpses for all questions.) 


  





Copyright © Deepak Chalise | Year Posted 2016


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Pet-Sit Panics

Where were you when the lights went out.  

In my world I work in little clumps.
Today I worked outside for instance.
I planted a few things, raked the yard
poisoned some weed and fire ants

I have much from which to choose.
The sun room needs tweaking.
The fireplace needs cleaning for sure. 
There is always something leaking.

My short haired poodle. A killer. Ha Ha
Keeps away those, house to house selling
Last week I organized my hobby room.
What ensued was really worth telling.

Roscoe, the dog sleeps in the hobby room.
Along with a nine foot boa constrictor
A sea turtle with one leg missing
and a harmless eight inch tarantula.

While cleaning I checked out an old artifact.
I have a frontier bear trap, a terrible thing.
It was set, ready to spring, on the floor
so delicate that a fly can trip the spring

A small snake with red and black rings
came through the door, a king no doubt
I thought, how terribly unusual was this 
coincidence.  Just then the lights went out. 

Roscoe barked, the bear trap sprung
I lunged for the emergency light at the stair
No need, the lights came back on 
and the sight I saw in that room there!!!

Turtle, completely withdrawn, was in the trap.
Roscoe in the terrarium, tarantula playing dead,
The snake disappearing tail first into boa’s mouth
followed a few minutes later by its head.

Aug 15 2010 For Sharon's Pet sit contest


Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2010


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Eunectes murinus

Massive constrictor
Green, yellow and dark spotted
The Anaconda




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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010


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boa constrictor

 Boa Constrictor 

 This is turning into a diary of a slow death I had another fall
I was taking picture of some Interpretable bushes where I was
sure I had seen an animal, not unlike the Tasmanian tiger.
I did not see the hollow up to my waste in plant roots beginning 
to strangle me like a nest of hungry squeezing snakes. 
I knew of a man who had an anaconda in his basement and once 
a week it gave the snake a sheep carcass, but then he had to stay
in the hospital for three weeks, being an animal lover, he checked on 
his monster that mistook him for a sheep carcass strangled and
swallowed him shoes and all, weeks past, where is Jonas when they 
broke into his house they found a hungry snake, and that was all.
Regarding the roots I cut myself loose with my knife which I always 
when falling into a hole and have rabbits snarling at me and black
crows are cackling with glee.


Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016