Best Hyena Poems

Lurking in the darkest shadows,
she looks for one of us to hound,
trying to catch a little glimpse
as she staggers along and limps

Spittle and drool keeps...

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I have picked up a scent, something's been killed
  And I can hear my feline foes growling still
  I trot off to the...

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As Joe was biking down the side of the road
He ran across a chap with a dearth of driving skills.  
Or more accurately, the...

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Mongrels gyrating on the edge of town
This it now- its going down
The chant electric, the doomsday count
It matters not that no one speaks a word
We...

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A BUSH FIRE  
               
One scorching afternoon,
A sudden splintering sound...

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"Vicissitudes into Light"



You are another world
away from me
stretching far from 
his insanity

Diving into a new 
Light 
Dimensions that 
are the truest You

From the dark deep...

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visitin me aunty Cushla
For the first time in Ballybay
I found meself beside a signpost
An I stopped to find me way.
It was then I spied a...

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The mighty roar of the King of the
Bush at the crack of dawn,
Its majestic sound, being the first
Thing you hear, as you yawn,
And the laugh...

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The Mariner's old salted-air skin,  leather tight,
on a mast-hard frame of bones
and flash flood rushing blood,
faces ice-fed winds bouncing his ship
and helm cockeyed on...

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The legs of the tigress were the first to go;
torn from her in a single vicious bite,
then left, helpless, to watch the rabbit; 
bop and...

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Hienas don't taik cair of higeen;
we’r fond of karrion; we drink warm jin
wizaut tonik and we neva uze
ze mornin afta peels. 
   ...

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‘Great Scott, shucks and darn, I’ve gone and lost a shoe’
cursed the elephant followed by ‘this simply will not do!’
‘The blasted thing is far too...

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When I, like an old professor, scoff all to shape;
My inner child scratches me within, like an ape.

I laugh aloud forgetting all belittling ills;
He says,...

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Vultures

See them circle high upon the wing
Their beady eyes scan for anything
A weakness in their prey is all they need
And patience for its death before...

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There I was.

Inside a crowded Toys R Us
On a mid-Winter’s evening

Abrasively loud 5 year olds
And depressed fathers
Ready to throw their “angelic” brethren
Into life-size Nerf basketball...

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