Best Jaguar Poems


Premium Member Song of The Jaguar No 2: ABBA

Inspiring, crescendo ... the ascension,
of myth and legend as Yaguara,
or "Death in one leap" the sleek frame, Jaguar
as if it's from another dimension.
Leopards bit spotty, but Jaguars take
a rosette form, tell-tale signs like water
that natures them. As a jungle squatter,
prey, and time of hunt, don't discriminate
their mettle. Domains--mine alone; moms play
dads too, tongues play teeth too, cubs play adult
as hunt molds age. Overcast shades result
in a Black Panther coexist display.
Imperil: human expansion collide,
... imagine our continental divide.

Premium Member Jaguar Paw's Triolet

(written after I saw this incredible movie a few years ago)

Apocalypto, we begin
anew.  To woodland deep we go,
where waters still flow crystalline.
Apocalypto, we begin!
From death there is new origin,
for Earth cries out and makes it so!
Apocalypto, we begin
anew.  To woodland deep we go.

Premium Member Jaguar

jungle green wild eyes

smoky shadow softly leaps...

cooling river swim

7/23/20

For 'Haiku or Senyru' contest
Sponsor: Constance La France


Premium Member What Is That In the Trees

Out of the trees slithered a dark shadow.
As it got closer, it transformed into a big cat.
A jaguar with glowing eyes and enormous teeth.
We knew it was too late to run.
Alive to tell the tale?
Not exactly.

Premium Member Jaguar

Jet black is the night as
 Jungle feline of stealth
 Jumps on its hapless prey
 Jaws able to crush bones
 Juicy reptile swimming
 Jaguar jumps in water
 Jostling with a caiman
             -
 3/4/17
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.

The Jaguar

The Jaguar has
exquisite spotted
markings...
He roars,
flies,
jet swims,
No wonder
a prestigious
car is
named for
him...
But he
has no
presitge...
but,
extinction...

Same old
reasons...
He's 
really
remarkable...

I hear
his 
cries
for 
help?


Premium Member Swift Jaguar

Spots,
swift feet.
a jaguar runs;
silent hunter,
leaps.

Why I Do Not Drive a Jaguar

A wealthy fool once came to me
Change it now, change it  all
Change all these pipes 
Sir that would be fifteen thousand

In lieu of his ego, mine came running too
Only give me a minute
Let me weigh up this dilemma
And lo! A small adjustment needs
Get the wrench and got it right
A lowly plumber with vast experience strikes

That would be all of three hundred sir
But there was no way
That he could pay
For five minutes fixed

Ah, but subsequently learned
Its immoral to leave fool with his money
And so traded in my ride
For a much quicker donkey
Accounts are easy too
Its : inky pinky ponky

Fashionista Jaguar

Jaguar, jaguar,
Great wild cat of America …

‘Tis said, she painted on her spots
While fishing in a rivuar … !






(This is a Native American legend.)

Kitty-Cornered Jaguar

She came tearing through the parking lot
Finally she brought the car to a stop
From fore to aft I count three lines crossed
What worries me more is how near are the people

Finally she brought the car to a stop
The "other two" tires again touched the ground
What worries me more is how near are the people
She doesn't touch street drugs, unless you count her adrenaline

The "other two" tires again touched the ground
The proprietor of the establishment came out and she said
She doesn't touch street drugs, unless you count her adrenaline
Try to be calm he said rolling his eyes, take to the stage to find your natural high.

The proprietor of the establishment came out and she said
From fore to aft, I count three lines crossed
Try to be calm he said rolling his eyes, take to the stage to find your natural high.
She came tearing through the parking lot.

The Last American Jaguar

The message came to me as a cry from above,
The eagle cried and cried with the sounds of great mourning.
For it seems the last of the American jaguars has passed away.
While trying to rescue the magnificant creature.

This creature with spots so lovely has been exterminated with a final shove.
Now, this beautiful feline no longer will show it's face in each days dawning.
Goodbye, you wonderful creature, the eagle now has his goodbye say.
For we have just lost another of the woodland wonders we all so treasure.

Never Mind the Jaguar Xf

or, Hollywood strikes out again...

I don't want the leading man 
in the current version of "Robin Hood"
He's handsome enough--don't get 
me wrong.  But, besides two tail
pipes before I die, I only want 
one night with Mark Strong.
© Nola Perez  Create an image from this poem.

Jaguar

teenage thought
same I used to be
he is me

brave heart
straight mind
you know his soul

Jaguar at dawn
the jerks of bullying 
facing the weave

Count Jaguar

cub whiskey
stream noon pebble
clam amber

Classic Jaguar

Stealing cars
Life on the fast lane
Behind the virtual world
High pitched sirens
Love for the criminals
Day by day rulers
American flag
Short circuit
Classic beard
Sweet Piano
Fight for the night
Cloudy sky
Sunshine
Looking up smiling
Is this America?

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