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The gently swaying branches of the old oak should elicit calmness
And yet a sense of foreboding permeates the midnight air
Wild imaginings? Or did shadows flit across the leaf strewn path?
No time to dwell ~ She must make haste
Long afore the sun breaks on the morrow
A day surely portent of wrath?
Freedom is in her hands tonight
Release from a tyrannical father
A personage demanding unquestioned obedience
Movements morph into shapes ~ her father’s vicious hounds
Bred to kill ~ Caesar and Brutus
~ A chill tingling ripple runs up her spine~
Baying ~ salivating ~ jumping high
~ Raring for release from muzzles and leashes
Tugged hard by camouflaged hands they jerk back disgruntled
Ferociously they sniff at the scent of blood drawing nigh
Dear God … He knows their plan to elope …
They wait in the shadows
Julius ~ his servant ~ she has sensed him
Creeping ~ Listening ~ Following
Stealthily comes her lover careful not to snap the twigs in the brush
Caution yet eagerness in his gazelle like stride
None the less the man marked for death defies a terror inside
And an overwhelming trepidation she cannot hide
She must alert him of the danger ahead
Love thinks not with logic but with the mind of impulse
Caution him she must ~ her father’s hunting gun will suffice
God lend her wings she prays as down the wooden stairs she flies
A scheme to foil a scheme in haste ~ is never easy to devise
With hands fumbling and trembling convulsively
She lifts the weighty gun off the rack
Snapping back the catch taking aim she fires upward
Up into the midnight sky
Ka Boom ~
They hear in the darkness
The errant bullet whistling through the air
Misinterprets its mission
Striking metal it ricochets
Ka Boom ~
Fate changes its pathway of plans well laid
An exchange for saving his life finding another target
in her soft white flesh
Extinguishing her burning shining light instead
Only he seems to hear that heart rendering surprised note in her scream
Unmistakeable in Death ~ a melancholy hopelessness through that unfulfilled cry
Tapering down to the whispering echoing sigh lies the ghostly warning
Turn back! Turn back or you will die!
Heedless to the unshackling of the muzzles,
Mindless to the release of the constraining leads
Sightless to the vicious hounds that to him streak ~ and
Fearless of the cowardice measured by their evil deeds
With his Heart and Soul aflame and bleeding he races
Screaming to his fallen Rose ~ indifferent for his own life
Directly into their line of fire
Oh vengeful Nemesis carry their last piteous cries away ~ tarry naught
Naught for unrepentant men who gloat at a mission complete
Ignorant yet of the tragedy that awaits in the house on the hill
Leaving their hounds to stay by the lifeless prey ~
Reward for the blood of the kill
The Broken Man
The sun sets an angry red
The aura round the moon glows a crimson hue
An unwatered Rose
Flourishes and grows
Atoned by his tears instead
I have always wanted to write a tragic love story – I’ve chosen the Title of the Poem ‘My Heart will Go On’ to highlight that the heart of the Rose, albeit somewhat vengeful, still ‘goes on’ seeking atonement. The melancholy music ‘Titanic’ simply accentuates this tragedy and has no connection to this story - I trust you have enjoyed this piece.
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Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2018
I wish I could walk without feeling pain
I wish I could live my life again.
I dream of a time when I could run like a deer
I could jump like a gazelle with nothing to fear.
I could climb like cat and swim like fish
I can not do these things and yet I can wish.
I can dream of a day many years gone by
I could dream and pray for that bus to pass by.
I could dream my mum missed it and didn’t get on
I could dream she forgot my vaccination had not been done.
I can sit here and daydream day after day and wish that jab had gone right
I can dream I am fit, but I’m not, it went wrong, and now I have learned how
I can if not careful, wish and dream my whole life away
But there is no point in that, that’s what I say.
But the vaccine went wrong, and no wishes or dreams can it change
I just have to get on with my life, there is no sale or return or exchange.
Wishes are for kids and dreams are for bed
I wish I was a kid and could lay down my head.
I am tired and fed up and the wind is so cold
I wish I did not suddenly feel old.
I am reading this back and thinking boy, this isn’t me
I am going to get up and with a certainty
I am going to fix that toilet for once and for all
Even if I have to rip it off, that bloody bathroom wall.
Self Pity is over and I feel a bit of a nit
And my last dream is I am back in bed with Brad Pitt.
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2011
After a night of rain, the sun,
its shimmer, a welcome like no other.
A new day starts with such promise,
an array of flora across the pasture
a gazelle leaping all over the place.
The kisses of the rain still visible
a delight for my eyes to behold.
Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2011
Rusted with memories
among emerald blades
the old bicycle sat silent
as she reminisced youthful days
From the aged old window
to the hill of satin dream
where freedom fell priceless
she sped down the lane
In sunlight and song
her hair danced as she swayed
she kicked her heels outward
as the breeze took her away
Down past the red barn
and over the creek
through the meadow of scarlet flowers
and along the green thicket
In flight her soul cried out
as she circled the lane
then headed on homeward
to shine the dusty frame
And in that mere moment
contentment filled her soul
a summer day
and her Lady Gazelle
Waking in her easy chair
a glowing love touched her soul
as she glanced out the window
where a memory had strolled......
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2016
A Note to Kenny
A Gifted Young Man and Student
“WHAT WOULD YOU THINK”
If you saw
A caged bird without a beak
Or heard a deaf song
From a parakeet?
A gazelle that could not run
A midnight black morning
Without the sun
A mother that refuses to hear
The sobs of her daughter saying
It would be tragic indeed.
Only one other tragedy could compare.
That of seeing a
black young man
refuse to declare.
Make known to the world,
“I am here…”
Yes tragic indeed,
to see an intellect
that we couldn’t even forget
Because it was never
Can such a curse be forgiven?
It would be my sin
to see this wrong and remain
So in this poem I yell!
Plead with the black young man
You with something to find
You with something to stand
You with something to say
While there is still time
Make up your mind
Copyright © Tyshawn Knight | Year Posted 2014
The black panther sensed its prey.
The hunt began as a graceful gazelle
Foolishly strayed in the moonless night.
With powerful strides soon the powerful panther
Gained on its intended tasty prize.
It smelled the blood almost too soon,
The wound inflicted on its lacerated neck.
Soon it would die…..
Sweat covered my whole body and
I trembled with the chilly night air.
There was nothing to do but
Take a quick shower and change.
Throw my dirty night track suit
Into the washing machine and
Go back to sleep. A futile hope.
The bed sheet was wet with sweat.
I had to use the other side of the bed,
The part where my wife used to sleep.
A sudden cosy warmth girdled me entirely,
I smelled the musk of the odiferous larch,
I heard the swish swash of waves of a lake
And for the first time in many nights
I slept without the hampering of ugly dreams.
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2017
I loved you
from the first moment I saw you
running on the playground grass
I raced over and grabbed your hand,
when I saw you had tripped and fell
Then you looked up and smiled at me
And to this day, I swear,
at that very moment, I heard the school bell ring
And to this very day, you just don't know
how much joy hearing your laughter bring
When I helped you up,
you kissed me on the cheek,
and ran away so fast
Graceful and elusive
like a gazelle
You always ran so fast,
none of the other boys could beat you
You always left us panting, out of gas
But my heart never stopped chasing after you
I remember the first time you invited me to your house,
you didn't warn me that you had a twin sister too
Isabelle and Michelle
As soon as the door opened I kissed her,
when I thought I was kissing you
You and your sister laughed so hard
I later learned that was her favorite prank
And over time, I could tell who was who
I could tell, as your laughter trailed away
when you ran, when your feet flew
graceful and elusive
like a gazelle
I think deep down, you always knew how I felt about you
But you always played it off,
said that's what best friends say, that's what best friends do
Quickly changing the subject, you would run away so fast,
and I would say to myself:
Maybe one day ... who knows
Only time will tell
Maybe tomorrow, I will catch her heart,
as I toss my love down a wishing well
How does a shy, and slow-to-date
young boy catch a gazelle
When you became grown and moved away,
I was so sad
When I heard you had made a good life for yourself,
I was so glad
When I heard you were gonna get married,
I felt so bad
When I heard how he had jilted you,
I was so mad
graceful and elusive
like a gazelle
You finally stopped running from me
when you realized how I cared so much
But I have to thank my other best friend
for always letting me know about you by staying in touch
She's the one who always picked up my broken heart,
every time I chased after you and fell
She's the one who made my lovesick heart mend well
She's the one who told you
on the first day I met her,
I'm in love with him, but don't tell
she finally caught my heart with those
loving, large and lustrous eyes of a gazelle
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
The old King took to the battle
and leapt into the fencers fray.
“Noblesse oblige” his cronies cry.
“Our King will save the day!”
He was a bull to their gazelle
nae a fair fight, nae by half;
he'd fight just to see the thralls fall
he ‘d pierce those peacocks for a laugh!
His continence was so fearsome.
His two burly arms a rare threat.
Some would nae fight His Majesty
nor fight of his knightly get.
“How is this fair?” the Lord’s lament.
How well met can these odd match be?
“Unless, of course, ‘twas nae ‘bout fair
this was nae called noblesse oblige!
In heavy plate with blade and pole
with broadsword, He’d bested the field;
so, as the fencers broached this game
the wiser lads all chose to yield.
They would nae raise a blade to him
nor would they save for him a dance;
many a brave man whispered there
and the bolder looked on askance.
“Let Him have the day! We’ll nae play
Noblesse oblige, my fine backsides!”
And, so the fancy fencers fell
like pretty harp seals on the tide.
There are many a way to win
and sure, many a way to loose.
Yet ‘tis the metal of the man
shows in the way that he chooses.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2009
I am patently smitten
With utmost contempt ,they treat any mention of its reality
The realm of the illusory is its permanent abode
Its at best transient , an ephemeral indulgence ,
A violet on a morbid pathway
The ill-fated roadside plant whose demise is lurking in the shadows.
A facade ,an imaginary concept birthed out of delusion and denial
Disapproval and detest permiate the dense air
whenever the subject comes up
The thickness ,stifling the atmosphere of any remaining residues of hope
Intense apprehension carved from a litany of painful experiences
But what's the essence of life if not the defiance of history? -
The obliteration of barriers thought impervious?,
The ******** of walls long believed
to be figments of overambitious imaginations ?,
The charting of venturesome trails in the perilous jungle?
Don't you just love it when you see tables turn ?
Isn't it a sight to cherish when the applecart gets upset?
I am utterly smitten ,
by that penetrating ,self assured gaze -Impeccable as ever
Cascading through my being like African okra in an enamel plate
Fluid and engrossing
The ravishing smile , aggressively addictive ,
which almost always succeeds in changing the climate in my spine
The lips which drip unfettered mellifluousness,
A song without want of both depth and sweetness
Something that only such a golden soul can exude
The archetype of perfection ..
Like a gazelle in the Savanna plains ,
grace and elegance attends her gait always
This is where even the most intransigent hearts ,
are rendered malleable and ductile
And utter patency becomes the heart's portion
Copyright © Tinashe Chipenyu | Year Posted 2017
Go ahead and tell
Hide in your shell
Or run away like a gazelle
Don't like your intent and what you try to sell
Catch an L
Rot away and smell
Then burn in hell
On my mind, it will not dwell
On my name
It's nothing new or strange
What some will do for clout and fame
Is beyond a shame
I'm going to turn into the ace of spades
And a jack of all trades
Bury what remains in a legitimate grave
Then carryout another day, while still feeling the same
A new century
Out to get me due to jealousy
I can only imagine how it is, when you're a celebrity
Your not going to shorten my life expectancy
Or any chance of longevity
Due to me thinking sensibly
My own integrity
And a sudden surge of adrenaline and energy
No R. I. P. for you, or memory
By: Dalton Ogletree
Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2017
hashtagmetoo- yes me too
I see it in nightmares-
paralyzed with fear did I do something
wrong? will anyone believe me?
I knew something was very wrong
inside me cause
I was just a little girl-
a little girl still playing with dolls
he was a family member about 30
beloved by all
the first time was at grandma's cottage
he invited me to go
out in the rowboat
to the island in the middle of the lake
we got half way
and I felt strange
he was staring at me
in an odd way
when we got to the island
I refused to get out and would not look
at him I just said
I want to go back
okay baby whatever you say
the next time it was christmas day
everyone was having fun
I went to my room for a breather
and suddenly he was there
I backed up till I was at
I was just a little girl
a little girl still playing with dolls
he closed the door and unzipped his pants
and took out his thingy
and walked towards me pressing himself
against my body your so beautiful
in a minute he was finished
and had ruined my new christmas dress
he whispered into my hair don't tell
anyone I was numb felt so ashamed
he had stolen my innocence I never told
the last time- was in the spring of the new year
I was reading in the backyard
my parents out I saw him coming
and I jumped up like a gazelle
being chased by a lion
running into the house
I locked all the doors
I curled up in a ball
on the kitchen floor . . .
that's where my parents found me
and within their arms I told them all of it
I heard my mom on the phone
she's just a little girl still playing with dolls
nothing was really done
no criminal charges
I kept this secret for years from everyone else
the monster took what he did to his grave
as a young woman I had to let it go
I said to me I will get back my heart
I will find my way back from the darkness
and I did . . .
I had planned to spit on him at his funeral
but didn't though when people thought
kneeling to pray by his coffin (not praying)
I was whispering I hope you rot
in HADES . . . that was years ago
there is the hashtagmetoo movement
and women and men and kids are speaking up
about sexual assault
I am all for this . . . not alone
beloved actors news people politicians
directors famous people even the
president priests bosses
in the workplace
even beloved family members
there seems no limit it is endless
and I support them because metoo metoo
I was just a little girl still playing with dolls
November 30, 2017
Poetry/Free Verse/Hashtagmetoo- yes, me too
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9675-20-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Hashtagmetoo
sponsor, Debbie Guzzi
Copyright © Dear Heart | Year Posted 2017
On Africa's Great Plains the animals roam free
And you can see them close up when on safari
Rhino, elephant, giraffe and gazelle
Lions, hippos and monkeys as well.
But they're all in danger from a predator called man
Who goes out his way to kill as many as he can
From a mile away under the African sun
He shoots them dead with a high powered gun.
Big business to some, there is money to be made
One that springs to mind is the ivory trade
Some people will pay handsomely
To have piano keys made out of ivory.
Some cultures believe horns hold some kind of magic
But that's medieval thinking and so very tragic
It's upsetting to see these great creatures fall
Just so the rich can display their horns on a wall.
Their young are left orphaned to struggle and die
So very upsetting it would make you cry
And the King of beasts are considered a trophy
Are tracked down and hunted mercilessly.
Some species of these animals are dwindling fast
And if the slaughter continues they will not last
Sometime in the future, don't bother to look
The only place you'll find them will be in a book.
But you can help to end this cruel trade
Before you buy goods, check how they are made
If they contain animal parts then do walk away
Together we can ensure that this vile trade doesn't pay.
Copyright © Tom Cunningham | Year Posted 2018
Strange goin's-on in this place, aye. I've lived in this crusty old cabin in the highlands of Loch Ness for twenty years plus one. My lovely wife died a year after we married, so I moved away from the village into this isolated place to be alone. You want to ask me if I've seen Nessie. Aye. Many a time. But it's not Nessie that's raised goosebumps on my skin, nae. It's her - Vanessa. I named her after my late wife. It began about 3 years ago. There I was on a chilly day in October starin' dreamily out of my single, solitary window 'round about the gloamin' into the hills above when I spotted the lass, her reddish-brown hair blowin' in the breeze as she danced 'mongst the heather, her laughter echoin' throughout the Loch. Instinctively I got myself together and sped toward the heavenly spectre. She ran like a gazelle down the mountain in the direction of Urquhart Castle. I watched carefully as she entered the ruins and into Grant Tower. She was trapped and she was mine. As I drew near I could hear her giddy chortle tauntin' me as if to say, "I'm here love, waitin'." But when I entered the tower there was no one there, just crumbled rock. Then I spied it - a green scarf lyin' on the ground. I picked it up and held it to my nose and then froze where I stood. The scent of fresh heather was unmistakable!
white fairy in the mist
dancing in fields of heather
I've never told a soul about my visions and never will. Who would believe a lonely, foolish old man? For three years straight she's appeared to me in the autumn of the year when the warm turns to chill and the leaves turn to gold, before the snows blanket the hills like white satin. Maybe I've lost my mind, who's to say? But it's what I live for now. Nessie? She's quite a gal. But my Vanessa, she's the dream, the vision. One day I'll catch up to her and hold that lass in my arms in a field of heather... and never let go. Aye.
* Disclaimer: I don't believe in ghosts. This is the story of a very lonely man living in a part of the world where the lines between fantasy and reality are often blurred.
Copyright © July Morning | Year Posted 2018
Lightning and thunder did clash
In ventricles within my heart
Vying whether to lash
At every part
That feels emotions
In hearts of dames
Whose love motions and portions
To the indifference my heart felt
When Hazel Fidelia ended our engagement
In July nineteen seventy seven to melt
The betrothal arrangement
I thought made in Heaven
Until my polychrome
World came undone
In a moment of total madness and sadness whose home
I ransacked painting all women black
Cos their kind acted irrationally in spirit
As Fidelia in a rubbish pack
Dumped the love writ
We’d so carefully crafted over several years spanning back to college
Days where I first spied the svelte gazelle
I desired in marriage
But of course a spell
Cast by an invisible hand
Made sure I ate humble pie
Of the most humiliating brand
Giving my heart no space to sigh as though I was condemned alive to die
Fearing for the heart torn into
Whose emotional system though frail
Determined to go on without breaking into two
Or going off the love rail
Or separating body from mind
In a scenario thrown into disarray
Wondering if as legend has it love truly blind couldn’t find
Room in my aching heart to shine a beam of limpid light without further delay.
Copyright © john sensele | Year Posted 2018
– |Life| +
I recall how I had surveyed you, guardedly from a rocky peak,
And why I left the shelter of the mountains, for you.
How we wandered on those plains together,
Endless long days and shorter nights.
You a gazelle and I an eagle.
Horned and barbed, we;
Leaping from earth;
– |Life| +
Chaining us to earth;
To leap and soar no more;
My gazelle, your eagle, less we;
Each day numbered, uncounted nights.
Trudging thru mired fields planted with seeds,
Someone else chose for us and we unwittingly accepted,
Until the mystery of these once sweet green steppes withered.
Copyright © Michael Dom | Year Posted 2014
My Canon SLR, is set, night light on, but it’s only still dusk
Positioned waiting hoping for the promised elephant with tusk
Crouching low a rustling in the hot scrub grass close by
I turn slowly hoping, but look straight into a tigers golden eye…
An overpowering smell my nostrils do detect
A deathly smell of blood, on my life I do reflect
The eye of the tiger with its golden hue
He seems so neat, almost manicured too…
The white stripes round his wide open eyes
The crackle of dry grass, the buzz of the flies
The sweat does drip, down my nose
My heart beats fast, the shutter won’t close.
His small ears on such a large head do mesmerise me
The long, long whiskers twitch, so I believe it is a he.
Do I move? Do I breathe? What am I to do?
A tiger with black pupils, why didn't I bring a crew.
Looking through my lens, I see his nose twitch a little bit
I am on his menu it was then the shutter did click
I’m drenched in sweat; he lowers to pounce, this will be goodbye
My prayers are said, my life relived, I know it’s time to die…
Straight through the lens, but what I really did not see
He’s looking to my side, my prayers are answered it isn't me
A sigh escapes, I dare to breathe, I turn as slowly as I dare…
That’s when I spot a flock of gazelle; one of them will be his fare
© 26/11/2012 ~GG~
Contest Entry for: Viewing Life Through A Lens
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012
Among Solomon’s first love commands in the book of his Song of Songs,
He adjures the young maidens by the gazelle, and how charm makes them strong.
For the gazelle is a gorgeous creature with beauty and unequalled grace.
She moves with elan and fleetness of foot, darting here and there leaving no trace.
Her sensuous body, caressed by the gentle breeze, trots about almost unseen,
Making the wildflower to blush and the envious grasses to turn a vivid green.
Eyes sparkling, she darts lightly about the meadow with all of her senses alert.
Seeming to be rolling and gliding, she can disappear and reappear in a spurt.
In the beauty of the length of savannah, she has no noticeable match.
Prancing from one thicket to the next, she stays too smart to catch.
Knowing well her environs, she blends with the hues of the scene.
By dieting lightly and steadily moving, she keeps her figure lovely and lean.
The photogenic bounty of every cameraman’s trained eye,
Her graceful hurdles and jumps can literally touch the sky.
The beauty of her eyes are a legend, their sharpness is a must.
Such a marvel of lightness and grace, there are few that she can trust.
Throughout two of the largest continents, she has reigned as a goddess;
Yet being a figure of poise and glamor, she remains demure and modest.
Copyright © Albert Price | Year Posted 2012
I was so looking forward to my trip to Tahiti
this was to be my panacea, a sure cure for all my ails.
For once there I could forget the dregs of big city life
and swim the opal sheen of a chatoyant sea, in tranquil peace.
Arriving in my loudest vacation garb, I felt at ease
in my role of cynosure, strutting like a movie star.
All to soon I was whisked off...to the glamour and opulence
that awaited me at my ineffable, unbelievably posh hotel/palace.
There I was royally greeted, by a true ingénue beauty
the epitome of grace, she exuded a gentle demure and friendly manner.
She was like a gazelle...swift and yet lissome
with an indelible smile that seemed sempiternal, and omnipresent.
And in the sweetest, mellifluous song like voice
she softly whispered...“welcome to paradise.”
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016
Unfettered lightning lash through the fury of the rain,
Sizzle mouths dry with shock of glory.
Athlete that made our jubilee golden, mighty Usain
Inciting the petrified blend each new victory
Nested within love of hope and love of glory.
Bridge us through the overbrimming and the pride
Olympian, orbit history like a carpet before
Love's lesson cannot be spelt again. Be strongly sure
Thunder will not break the pact between possibility and dream.
Usain Bolt, do you know what limit is in our flesh
Surfing on opponents wind strainless to the end
African panting away from the hard invisible mesh
Inflicting us with pain - memories with me contend
Naturally, for the Negro rises as human again.
Bold man of grace, runner with the panther's ease
Ovations rise from within and without the race
Laurels for the worth that we may not grovel on our knees
Triumph has many friends where love secures its place.
Understanding only a form of speed tells nothing still
Simpler in the hearts denied a brighter beacon burns
A worth within the breadth and scope of human will
Insistent above the error of history, respect now earns
Nation and Negro a voice to speak in all the cause of man.
Bridge me then delight into the glory of your jubilee
Omit me not to light a princely tribute for your deeds
Lovelier than the loveliest of gazelle in raptured glee
Thundering in hostile skies where only lightning succeeds.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
Gazelle leaps high
crocodiles' jaw snaps shut
Copyright © Uwe Stroh | Year Posted 2016
To live a day safely in a city
where citizens must be echoes
and human rights are a fairy tale
but you want your mouth not pinched
your ears not pulled by anyone
or coconut not to hit your head;
a lemur you should be,
the big eyes not to miss coming danger
Live as a donkey-
the long ears to detect dangerous footsteps
Live as a giraffe -
the long neck to enable you see horizon
live as a tortoise
the hard shell to safeguard you
from falling debris
Live as starfish, colored, without brain-
brainless to avoid reasoning,
as this is a taboo
Live as turkey- dumb, foolish-
drinking water only when it rains
with no heavy demands for rights
Live as a gazelle-
take off fast when things are unbearable
But do not exist as mosquito-
you will annoy brain-workers there and,
you’ll be hunted down with clubs
Do not live as a dog-
always foolishly present in waiting,
loyally carrying out dirty errands
your back will be broken with kicks
Like mother Pandas, brain-workers in the city
care about feeding only on bamboos,
can kill offspring by rolling
on them without care!
A bamboo be not, a child panda be not,
a mosquito be not at any moment
Galvanize wisdom and courage with
alloys of foolishness and weakness
if longevity is to build shelter,
in your courtyard.
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2016
The elephants were feeling down
As pachyderms oft do.
The cockatiels were quite depressed
The chimpanzees were too.
The mood among the jungle crowd
Was in short quite low,
When a young Hyena yelled,
“I’ve got guys, I know!”
We should throw a dinner Party
To stop us feeling dismal,
But please don’t ask the vultures round
Their manners are abysmal.
“Splendid!” called the warthog,
Very much excited,
“How will we let the others know
That they’ve been invited?”
“Easy!” cried a young gazelle,
Getting rather heated.
“Tell the parrot who should come,
He’ll find them and repeat it.”
“What shall we eat?” exclaimed giraffe,
“I tell you, that’s the question.
‘Cos if I have the tigers grub
Then I’ll get indigestion!”
“Who’s invited needs more thought.”
The wildebeest all said.
If we ask the lions round
They’ll eat us up instead.”
“What ssshall I wear I asssk you all?”
They heard a grass snake cry.
“The monkeysss might all fit in ssssuits,
But how on earth will I?”
“We’ll never find the table cloth.”
“And who will do the dishes?”
“We’re running short of cutlery.”
“Where will we sit the fishes?”
They argued on all through the night,
But came to no conclusion,
And in the end forgot their plans
Amidst all their confusion.
Copyright © Rufus Reed | Year Posted 2011
You're a horse with an idiot paint job,
all zig-zaggy blacketty-white
you stand out when you're in a snowdrift
and can't even hide in the night.
Outrunning a Cheetah you canna
not graceful like any Gazelle
for living out on the Savanna
your life must be probably hell.
I once tried your flesh on Safari
at a camp where we had barbecue
so to add insult to injury
ugly Warthog tastes better than you.
For contest 'To a …... ' sponsored by David Lindsay
Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2016
Drink at the table of men the wine
Tapped from the palm tree so divine
Release the ashimu inside of you
Let your body vibrate to the secret rhythm of Odu
Egu the gallant one in the land
Vibrating furiously yet lovely as the white sand
Move by the sea shore in gait
Hip twisting and acting like a hunters bait
The wind acknowledges his movement
For a pattern of life it represents at that moment
Let the owl blow his sacred trumpet
That shakens the heart and weakens the knee like a trinket
Let the forest come alive in the dead night
The animals’ eyes guiding them like a torchlight
Fire is come from beneath the earth
Illuminating the trees and casting shadows like death
The feeble in mind is left at home
For to go you must contain only bone
Hear the sound of the drums
The gay shouts of the flute in forms
The backing of the kacha-kacha
The wonderful melody of the skirt of rafter
Idu the greatest paces up and down
His muscle twitching upsetting his flowing gown
His toes digging the sands ready to pounce
Pounce he did but in a bounce
The spirits are ascended from the bowels
The ryhtm have increased in tempo
The shaking of sweaty skins has created wells
Ground dug with foot but like a hoe
Omachile the great surpasses all
His steps gazelle like and his shoulder tall
The earth bows to his frame
And yes…. He lives with the fame
Copyright © Joey Success | Year Posted 2012
Wildebeest, zebra, and gazelle,
Such a wonderful sight to see.
Lions, hippos, and elephants;
Like tiny toys appeared to me.
Above the desert, 'neath blue sky,
My memory recalls the flights,
Aloft in those hot air balloons,
Thrilled by the Serengeti sights.
Sandra M. Haight
Contest: Old or New 8 line MAX
Sponsor: Rick Parise
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015