Best Mane Poems
The Mane Event - On The Catwalk
And now for something completely different! I invite you to experience this unique blend of music, where this dynamic video brings to life the essence of anthropomorphism, in an entertaining portrayal, highlighting creatures with human-like traits - a total figment of my fertile imagination.
Meet a lion 'With Attitude' so regal and fierce, as he prowls and sets the 'Catwalk' ablaze with his mighty roar, leaving a trail of awe, admiration and respect of the other jungle animals, and capturing the hearts of the lionesses. It's an auditory and visual feast, playing with themes of royalty, bravado, and humour.
Step into the vibrant spectacle of a jungle runway, 'The Mane Event'- On The Catwalk, a Blues Rock anthem bursting with charisma and wit, entertained by an elegantly dressed animal band and set to the gritty and soulful sounds and combines electric guitar riffs with stomping beats and deep, smoky vocals, inspired by iconic figures like the MGM lion. It combines realism with playful, cartoon-like elements set in a fantastical realm.
How does this bold and cheeky lion 'With Attitude' resonate with you? Could you see him becoming a legend on the animal runway?
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That Beautiful Mane And Her Pretty Dress
Should a poet grab on and celebrate
A bit of poesy or her virgin kiss
Finding her was it purest luck or fate
O' lord her soft smile this man sure does miss
And our weekend trek through to rolling hills
That cool breeze begging us ever onward
"Those tempting June nights full of golden thrills".
That beautiful mane and her pretty dress
The pure delight in her ravishing eyes
Our picnic that day became a sad mess
But deep was the love that so strongly ties.
I shall never forget when she gave in
Gave up the wonderful treasure to me
In youth we cared not about any sin
We were happy-go lucky and carefree.
Robert Lindley, 6-1- 2023
Sonnet
Note-
She was so sexy and just so beautiful,
We split because she went back to Hawaii
to go to college. She was a definite keeper but
life got in the way.
Leo, the Lion was so sad
He wanted a mane just like his dad.
But he never grew one about his face,
So he slinked around in dismal disgrace.
He went to the grove and searched the brooks
And saw what was missing from his looks.
All other males from big to least
Sported a mane like the King of Beasts.
He’d run away to a menagerie
Or join some zoo across the sea.
They never knew just where he went
Gone so long they began to lament.
One day a strange lion came along;
Females admired him, so virile and strong.
He roared real loud and showed his claws
All girl lions gave him applause.
They cheered him on with eyes aglow
More of this stranger they wanted to know.
It was Leo the Lion, not timid and plain,
But rather handsome in his store-bought mane.
The wind brushes her red mane wild and untamed, lifting her gown
A trance sweeps and sways her figure while bright orbs surround her
Transported to other realms where forestry scenes blend far away
A wistful lean body revealed thru a sheer dress, she is lifted into thin air
As she twirls around to celestial sounds, with spirits she dances free
In this pipe dream phantasy I imagined it were me, on this blissful day
Mane of Woman
The smell of pure bliss
Flows as an untouched river
Blonde, Redhead, Brunette
There once was a young Rufus, so the picture shows that story
Who approached life without fear, trusting all was hunky dory
But since he lived in high gear, some of his parts had worn out
Including his beautiful hair, that never more will sprout
It once was healthy and fair, as seen within that picture frame
Yet turned a tone of yellow, at the height of his fame
They wept when this fellow’s hair had turned that shade
Thus, all available girl’s went to church and prayed
Since they missed his green curls, which no other man had
Still, Rufus lived even faster, and never became a dad
Yielding in a disaster, when he looked upon his head
For his hair changed one more hue; that of the color red
Even though he changed shampoo, thinking that was the reason
That his once charming locks, changed like the fall season
And so just like the clocks, with hands spinning around
After three more weeks, his hair turned wholly brown
Though Rufus felt like a freak, his head now looking common
But today his head is smooth, after all his hair had fallen.
For Isaiah's Interlocking Rhyme Contest
Lions
Fearless, watchful
Supreme and majestic,
Their mane, golden crested crown worn
With pride.
16.08.21
Mane Eater
With a still motion or walk
Prey you craftily stalk
Your eyes burning amber
As eyes of he from slumber
Hunting in Savannah grass
Tongue dropping clean as glass
Then, on the vermin’s neck
Crack! I hear bones break.
With a metal-strong jaw
You begin to lick the paw
To start your feeding day
On flesh of mortal prey.
Lying cold and supine
You begin to greedily dine
King of the jungle in his moat
By feasting to near bloat.
Your appetite turned grey...
With one look at the prey
Lackadaisically saunter away
To carry on with your day.
Not apathetic to your sway
Mane with blood of the play
You stop to preen the fur
Then melt in the Savannah bur.
JM
26th Nov’ 2013
Panthera so proud
His lioness bows with pride
King of the jungle
The stallion of fire,
Leaves villages in ruin;
In a puff of smoke.
Lion with a dark mane, bark flames
Before I was a monarch
I was a caterpillar without any wings
Lion with a dark mane, bark flames
Pain in the picture outside it rains
You don’t get the picture it’s not
filling up the frame
Lion with a dark mane, bark flames
Ready to eat, raw as it came
Not a fisaud gnawed out the cage
Weight on my shoulders
I guess its all on my legs
Hills looking steep, look back
I can face any challenge given to me
Given a cue giving it one hundred
and three
To get the ball rolling
Off the Tee I give it a swing
It was at two at the end I came
around made it a three
Started nonchalant nature made
him a freak
Off the chart in what position can
he be
Skills so high now stars gazing at me
Wave as I leave
Faced and believed if I swim that its
safe in the sea
Lion with a dark mane, bark flames
Before I was a monarch
I was a caterpillar without any wings
Lion with a dark mane, bark flames
Pain in the picture outside it rains
You don’t get the picture it’s not
filling up the frame
Ye zindagi bhi alag he paheli hai,
Na Jane kiski kismat me kya liki hai.
Jo khelna caha wo bhi tuta, Jo na kela paya wo bhi Rutha,
Jo samaj na cha ha Wo apno se tuta.
Koi na jane kiske mane ,
Kya saccha kya juhta ye kon Jane ,
Insaan rang roop se bhar na dek paya,
Atma ko Chood kar sharir ko apnaya .
Khushi batne se badti hai,
Ek muskurahat me puri duniya Kilti hai.
Na kise ko dukh doo,
Na kabhi dukhi ho,
Doo din ki zindagi me Kush raho,
Hor Kush reha ne doo.
Ek dus reke bina puri duniya akeli hai,
Ye zindagi bhi ek alag hi paheli hai .........
-Affan.Shaikhsurab
I once sported a manly beard,
a beastly beard had I.
But then on the farm, at the crack of dawn,
while my lady cheered,
she chopped it off, and while the cows mockingly mooed,
I quietly cried.
And with that, a little something inside of me died.
I would venture to guess it was my manly pride.
She brushed and whispered into my tickled ear
"Brian, how I pined for your lovely face,
and your youthful countenance.
You don't need a mane to rival a lion in ferocity
-you're sensitive and wise,
I can see it in your eyes,
and your words they always seem to make sense."
Who was I to debate with her?
Her words would lose weight
if I failed to concur.
Mane Branch
He sat
On the library steps
Reading
Between the lions
John G. Lawless
4/8/2017
King of the Jungle
Queuing with my homies
Houdinis every one.
No sharpened tongues, but scissors,
To calm the shaggy throng
Not all blokes in this queue,
Despite lockdown's grooming blooper,
As I stand here and review,
Will contest my Bradley Cooper
Alas, Delilah wins.
It's time to shave my greying locks
Hirsute-less head, Yul Brynner,
Now the look my ego rocks
Now a simple peasant
With falling dreams, so vain.
No more the Isolation King
With glorious flowing mane..
My crowning jewel.
Majestic theft!
The jungle cries, her heart bereft..
As gothic curls now hit the floor;
The swooning fans will be no more
And yet..
Enthroned here, buys me precious time..
To formulate this simple rhyme
And meditate upon what's passed
As hairy shoes I have amassed.
I dwell on more important things
While scissors snap, and clipper sings
Of friendship. Love.
Of breathing air.
Despite the loss of debonaire..
The blessing of recaptured choices.
The privilege of freedom's voices.
And now my head, so strangely free;
Reminds of who I'm meant to be.
Jinjagoliath
13th April 2021