Best Predators Poems
The raptor and the peacock hence,
Sit pensive on a rambling fence.
The first, inclined to be the host,
Jumped down to claim the nearest post.
The pea averse to snubs or quailing
Moves closer on the weathered railing.
Both immersed in trailing thoughts
Mused on nigh, and what was naught.
The Pea fans its tail in public splendor
Cramped raptor prefers an opposing gender.
He clasps a plume of gleaming thread
To implant it on his own stark head.
On and on, a grueling day
Feathers plucked; cold work at play.
Peafowl’s once featured feathered shafts
Now forlornly bare and subject to draft.
The predacious bird, a cocky thief
Snidely at par, to a native chief.
Clips of sun reveal a shadowy bane
The unlikely pair cast as one and the same
ravenous wolf pack
winter has robbed them of food ---
howling in chorus
Written on October 26th 2018
For haiku-senryu- Writing challenge
Sponsor Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
Restless soccer moms,
whose kittens have all become mature,
got plenty of suburban boredom
Time enough for sure
to get hooked on every advertised lure
As daytime soaps and gossip kitsch
are the mundane, daily double feature
So they buy themselves some
beautiful, youthful promises,
packaged in a slick cardio video
Victoria got some bedroom secrets
that frustrated spouses wanna know
Put the proper promotional letters
in the slotted payment space
Then they sit back and anticipate,
let that warm scented water luxuriate
their uncaged primal thoughts:
That lackluster romantic routine
with the half-interested spouse
has become so very predictable
Mannequin lovemaking so emotional sterile
When expedited delivery late evening come,
they strike their favorite sexy pose,
in their most come-hither revealing clothes
But such meticulously planned foreplay
gets the usual NITM treatment today
This last straw has stirred these tigress spirits,
but not in a good way
When the Good Wives Club start breaking bad,
there’s gonna be divorce hell to pay
Those Ladies Night Out
now grinds to an adulterous sway
Neglected desires are maritally hated,
lost fidelity mourned in Goth black
Intimacy ignored is so cold calculated;
bad math, write digits for call back
Cougars don’t like being domesticated,
coyote ugly do love to run in a pack
Foxy motives ain’t hen house overrated,
passionate predators are on the attack
Suburban lionesses on a stag hunting mission,
got dark jaguar urban jungle keen night vision
Painted panthers on a one-night-stand prowl,
coy cheetahs moving fast with their claws out,
Hot, feral women with cougar pent-up emotions,
are lethal loving leopards with spotted devotions
Passionate predators,
only lascivious hearts dare venture
If you got a taste for the forbidden,
then you got a wish to be eaten
Acronym alert:
NITM
(Not in the mood)
**Poetic shorthand —
Romantic Warrior
Scorpion
In the piles of wood,
a lizard was nipped by the
tail with a stinger.
Eagle
A pair of wide wings
flapping in the air swooped down
upon a serpent.
Alligator
Fangs in the river
quietly waits for a prey,
attacking the duck.
Ever seen falcons and honey bees?
Falcons eat pigeons hiding in trees,
hunting them until they're full.
Honey bees work hard 'till Fall...
before any beehive freezes.
I cannot fathom life without an internet.
But I wish teenagers were not being cyberbullied.
I love my poetry sites, and instant access to friends.
But teens are mean to each other, sight unseen.
The internet lets me diagnosis myself. Who needs doctors?
But children are posting missives about cutting and killing themselves.
Making this sound normal; giving other children ideas.
So many contrasting emotions about technology!
I am in touch with my childhood friends after twenty years.
Teenagers are posting photos of themselves skimpily clad.
There are predators out there, utilizing the internet.
Sliding quickly past my pages, hunting our children.
Predators
Sharks darting under the sea
Do you swallow your prey with glee?
Snake squirming up the pile
I heard you ate a crocodile
Eagle swooping free and loose
I see you’re ready to catch a goose
TV viewer and nature lover
You are the one to discover
We are hunters straight from birth
In a dog eat dog, vicious earth
She wolf of the poetic world who run
and struggle to maintain her dignity
Our words, our dreams are falling to pieces
By, the predators of this time period
We are the prey for the fearful ones
Who scrolls and display rude comments?
Deep within as you lament over our poems
we rise up stronger than ever
Composing rhyme, lyric and prose
Unlike your hatred about likes and dislikes
Narrative poems portrays the truth
We shine, we meddled, and somehow, we win
We are stronger; death with dignity is a poet emblems
Pieces of our past anthology anguish you
Your Savage behavior bites you each time;
We compose; you pursue
We are the death of your souls
Mr. Sleepless White Nights
Your predators, you editors
Are you addicted to your inner critic
We have our rights
You confounded wretch night stalkers.
praying seems it is,
preying on moths without a miss,
quick, lethal mantis!
cold, coiled artistry,
ornately hued predator,
boa constrictor!
Even predators have mothers
and with the soft mewling eyes of infancy
they search, search for the breast of mother
the beak, the tooth, the talon, the claw…
Children worldwide hunger.
The small weak voices and stone dead eyes calling out
to those who have…
Mothers making stone soup.
Mothers giving of their own body the last
remnants of harsh life as the haves
go on safari’s or to zoos to
feed the animals.
Bluefin Tuna are listed as, endangered
because of illegal fishing, of global fish stocks
as eighty five percent, is unreported and unregulated
Overfishing of our oceans, has to be quickly eliminated
Bluefin are the largest tuna, and can live up to 40 years
and they migrate across oceans, and can dive 40 thousand feet
They are made for speed, and built like torpedoes
and have retractable fins, but they still end up in food tins
They are tremendous predators, that seek schools of fish
like herring, mackerel and even slippery eels
They have the sharpest vision, of any bony fish
but that doesn’t help, as they end up on a human dish
Come the mighty night
with stars and moon blazing bright.
Hunters hark delight!
Predators prey with sharp sight.
Smaller creatures cringe, affright!
Thick skin, big body and sharp teeth, they slay
These greedy animals hunt for their prey
Their goal is to get all what they want
In the darkness of the night they usually hunt
Crocodiles and snakes, they attack like storms
How big are those reptiles as compared to the worms?
Now modern predators are in tuxedo’s and suits
With shiny eyeglasses or well-polished boots
These greedy creatures scattered in this world
They always make the biggest stories ever told…
Looking at people
Looking Straight Up
Up to no good
Up to something
Something is awry.
Something is wrong
Wrong if I stand up
wrong if I speak out
Abusers are sitting.
Abusers are seated
Seated in the Senate
Seated in Congress
Congress don’t speak out
Congress won’t speak up
Upward I look, get
Up out those seats
Seats of deadbeats
Seats of sin sitters.
Sitters of children
Sitters on children
Children of prey
Children pray
Pray for Morals
Pray for the immoral
Immoral decayed senate
Immoral invisible nation
Nation of blind fools
Nation of daft followers
Followers are blind.
Follow Blindly, yet unkindly
Unkind to teens
Unkind old farts
Farts of stench
Farts on the bench
Bench needs strength
Bench of stench
Stench stinking
Stench leaking
Stinking’ thinking
Stinking lairs
Lairs lie in beds of lies
Liars on fire
Fire burns liars
Fire in family beds
Beds kept secret
Beds Kept unkept
Secret beds kept
Secret best kept
Go to Jail
Go for bail
Pay Dues
Pay your victims
Truth…
Owed…
“The price good men pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men.”
- Plato
In the shadows where nightmares thrive,
courage falters and struggles to survive.
Where the cries of innocence fall unheard,
and darkness engulfs without a sound.
Sex traffickers, predators invisible,
prey upon the vulnerable, a nightmare’s dream.
Still, in the face of fear we hesitate,
lacking the valor to confront their loathing.
The chains of child labor bind innocence tight,
yet we turn away from their silent cries.
For the cost of action, we shrink in alarm,
leaving the unprotected as virtue’s sacrifice.
Drugs weave their web, a plague upon our streets,
but confronting the issue we dare not speak.
In the grip of addictions’ cruel hold
we falter, losing our lifeblood day by day.
The IRS looms large, a fearsome sight,
intimidating and making the bravest yield.
Afraid to challenge, afraid to dissent,
we surrender, lacking strength to face their power.
Against cops and responders, some may protest
their authority, as the barricade draws near.
But in the face of unfairness we pause,
fearful of the consequences we may create.
Yet in the heart of darkness, a flicker radiates,
a spark of courage among the lines.
In the face of fear, true heroes rise,
to confront injustice and leave apathy behind.
Let us find the courage to stand,
hand-in-hand, against the tides of evil.
United and brave, we’ll find our might
and bring light to the darkness, and justice pursue.