Best Pumas Poems
Last night when I was watching the bright trail of the plane near so many stars,
I cried.
My time is hiding in the endless stretch of God's hand that holds us all together in its grip. Together!
"There's so much we went along together, and you left me."
Laughter can not stop, nor tears, nor time.
Exclamations that do not fit any of the pain or joy
remains etched in the memory of the gods.
Nothingness must have their own sense otherwise there would be nothing of our movements within our perception.
Changing your vision in a different environment images will not longer tied to one arm, which has undertaken to be our destiny.
Try to keep wasp in your hand and you will understand how important it is that we might become the wasps.
We welcome our escape in the greatest mystery of the origin of this farce.
Laughter can not stop nor tears nor time.
"Walls of this city must fall in honor of our gods!"
My friend takes the sword from his drawings and defend innocent busty women.
They promised him a night to remember when he will get out from the clenched fist using their depth.
Sighs from paradise opens door in which guards stand.
Dragons and pumas on the path of transformation. Oblivion?
"Do not come back! We will finish what we started! "
It's late. Clouds in aimless wandering and relief.
Feeling of exhaustion and laughter that can not stop, nor tears, nor even time.
God's hand grabbed us from the very beginning of our existence.
We were wrong in only one that we did not know to keep an endless pleasure.
So do not ever ask why the universe is infinite.
God is watching us all the time and can not stop laughing, and neither tears nor time.
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are cute for big cats
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She carries one of the heaviest pregnancies in the world
with more species of monkeys than any other region.
She stands huge in her territory
with a unique speech different from all others in the same domain.
Her name specially recognizes a Tree.
She directly interacts with all other tenants except two distant ones.
She’s timely scaled into three different parts
possessing water course which is the immediate younger brother to the Nile.
She’s home to the Armadillo, Tapirs, Jaguars and Pumas
and so fertile to accommodate the most dense amount of living hairs
which has secluded more than seventy groups of humans to civilization.
Her armpit once covered the Nazi’s angel of death
and her street lights shine the brightest rays of football.
In her very rich possession;
is an island with about five snakes per square mile;
is the world’s best beach in Baia do Sancho;
is the accumulation of Airports; second only to the world's power;
and the city painted with heavy congestion to reach global peak in recent times.
Her neck houses the biggest black settlement outside the dark continent.
She carries a slogan of hope in “ordem e progresso”.
The aerial view plane structure of her heart
required three years and five months only to make it a possible existence.
She had graced the only European capital away from Europe
as number is her meeting point between global size and population.
The glory of her international significance is well deserved
and her beauty, nowhere near expiry.
As I look out upon the desert floor, its beauty I espy.
A lizard awaits the sun to land for its’ sunning to apply.
A mother quail runs from her hole with 7 chicks in tow.
A comedy of running feet, they are found rarely still at all.
A mother dove nests high above, in a saguaro nestled deep.
A cactus wren finds fruit up high, from a cactus she will eat.
A hawk soars high above it all, seeking a breakfast to enjoy.
As fruit trees abound in every yard, amid varied colored stones.
Geese find lakes and golf course ponds with only minor flights.
But don’t forget the smaller things that crawl within the night
The occasional snake will rear its head to look around or bite.
But in cities they are rare, preferring desert solitude and quiet.
You best be quick or miss it all, no other choice there is, I insert.
We’re not alone within these lands of desert sands and dirt.
In a place most think lost, with no more than destitute emptiness,
Is a place where people and migrating birds seek to live with cactus.
And don’t forget the forests high; with wildlife found that’s rather large.
Where bears and pumas dance each day in some one’s great backyard.
Far away a coyote runs a jackrabbit deep into the hidden earth.
As armadillos move along before found, in the daily heats rebirth.
Don’t be silly some will say… it’s only sand, and dirt, and heat.
But I know it comes with great abundance and multitudes complete.
There are those who know the truth, like you, and of course like me.
Who each day find life, and beautiful sunsets in its magical relief’s.
"Has solitude ever led your steps down a forest path . . . "
The mountains are calling me, and I must go and venture outside
I get a tingling in my stomach followed by a memory imprint
Hiking was a meaningful part of my life that I’m afraid has died
Trails and long-distance walks innately like a vortex I was drawn
I strolled along some of the most Linda, Chula, and Buena Vistas
Twisty Canyons I trekked, climbing on days of daunting dusty sands
Hair-raising steep slopes so high I crawled ascending on my hands
Forestry paths I reflect on, missing the woodsy mist and earthy smells
Bone trail pumas and cayotes to be wary of, there was no buffer
I have trodden the main trail as I lead myself into a tranquil meditation
Began my journey by giving thanks and with an informal salutation
I meditated mostly on the Indigenous journey of many sorrows
I imagined what hell it was for the man, woman and their child
Mile after mile day after day, by night besieged, saw no tomorrows
Endlessly they marched far away from their own land evergreen sublime,
Known as “The Trail Of Tears” that lead to a promised land of all time
As their bodies fell embracing the earth after hardships suffered
One by one with their dying breath, their spirits finally were set free
How I long to re-visit the colorful mountains I loved and knew so well
They kept me of sound mind and body and soul, I long for their song What had made me strong now feels so far away I wonder is it gone?
I arrived at gadgados
today TD our receptionist
is on leave and i have to multitask
between HR and customer care desk
We did lose the keys to the washrooms
turns out the HR forgot and they ended
accompanying her home.. as we are almost
giving up hope of ever finding them..
The boss arrived and they popped out of her bag..
TD arriving at the office these days he keeps popping
up like hes traveling on the fourth dimension
And mi i do know there is no way those keys could
have ended in Madams handbag for the previous day
i am the one who had custody of them last
But the cybertrack ringing in the air.. ability
give me ability... i bet it must be young bujas
who is up to his usual tricks once more
they say he formed the puma squad with the crown prince
and here at gadgados no one really knows what the silver
sentinels are up to... the pumas are very evasive
today the HR trying to corner me wanted to know why
the crown prince deserted duty at the military academy
i don't know i mussed... no one really does know
Maybe Bujas does.. its rumored left to start the puma squad
private silver sentinels... and they have made gadgados facility
their operating base... what they do no one wants to knows
Later in the evening we lost the front door keys only for them
to mysteriously reappear again an echo of the cyber track.. strength
strength give me strength to overcome for you are strength...
I have to mention Bujas strange companion Roy now prowls this area
and the other day i heard Lemmy roughed up people after i declined....
declined work... like TD and took a leave of absence to do music
for i week i sojourned in music traveling trans dimensional arriving...
at the land of light not very unlike Roy.. but different from Roy i traveled
in the eye of my mind and unlike Bujas i have no need for a time machine
Lewis Nyaga
a day at gadgados
Antisocial anacondas don't associate in numbers;
Bears and beavers don't become the best of friends.
Civet cats catch rats, so is it any wonder
On doleful dingoes dire dilemmas do descend?
Effete elephants eschew jumping, it's ungraceful;
"Frenching" frogs will never fetch nor wart nor prince.
Beware lest grim gaboons give you a face full;
Hyena's haunting laugh makes haughty hippos wince.
Iguanas ignorantly ignore sunscreen on their eyelids;
Jaguars judiciously adjure a jungle nook.
Kangaroos are kind of cute when they have cute kids;
In Lima llamas leap and lastly look.
Mountain lions may masquerade as pumas;
Nimble narwhal's noble spear's his joy and pride.
Opossums opt not to oppose those "play dead" rumors;
Prosaic penguins probably take leglessness in stride.
Quails quibble querulously in quorums;
Raccoons rinse their rations when they eat.
A snail can wreak some slimy harum-scarum;
Tarantulas tout tasty toads as treats.
Urutus usually undulate in jungles;
Vultures vainly vote for haute cuisine.
A wildebeest's a waggish work somebody bungled;
Xeric xenops don't exactly tan, they just stay green.
Yenta yaks may yell and yowl when they feel chatty;
Zany zebra's zoned in black, or white, if you prefer.
I pray this piece will play and not seem "catty",
SPCA's raucous ridicule I'd rather not incur,
For these bits of critterary trivia, A to Z,
Are things I never learned from Marlin Perkins*, R.I.P.
*For those of you, dear readers, who may not know, or who may not remember, Marlin Perkins was the host of the long-running NBC nature series, "Wild Kingdom", which aired on Sunday nights from 1963-1971.
They call her CCRM I do not know why
She does not have time to neighbor said my friend Vi
Why don’t you invite her to tea? And find out more about her.
She never comes alone; some of her giant friends purr.
You mean she has large cats like pumas, lions or such?
I am not sure, but she is dangerous said my friend Dutch.
He tried to date her once, and they chased him away.
He says her giant kittens growl, and they do not play.
Max said, I discovered by accident what CRM means.
It stands for Courageous Cat Rescue Mommy, it seems.
She seems lovely to me, but I am afraid of her large cats.
I will stay here, and she there, but texting is okay said Max.
Aunt Marilda’s house and closet were full of felines of all types.
long-haired, short-haired, tabbies, pumas, and mice-hunting snipes.
we knew what we were inheriting when she passed on a rainy day.
who is going to clean out those animals? Asked persnickety aunt Kay.
there were live ones in addition to the ones on the chairs in the kitchen.
my aunt was irritated about her hoarder sister, she could not stop ’n.
six nieces and one nephew were not eager to stay for the show.
there were three living sisters, and they were all “in the know”.
Gladys took the closet, Stephanie and Yvetee cleaned out her stove.
there surely is not a cat inside that! Said my uncle who hid in an alcove.
they are everywhere! Said a niece who had brought along six live traps.
she had already caught sixteen of them and said “maybe this is a wrap!”
Aunt Marilda’s pots and pants, curtains, and shower stall all had cats.
some sat on their plump oversized bottoms; some were chasing rats.
one cat way up high hissed at everyone who came anywhere near.
cat shoes were found in the closet. Steph yelled “Marilda is here!”
we nieces and nephews were not sure exactly what she meant.
until we began smelling cinnamon, cloves, and peppermint.
popular scents of Aunt Marilda, her spirit must be quite near.
uncle yelled at the cat “Marilda, get your petootsie down here!”
Black cat jumped off the counter as if he had fallen from a nest.
Leaped onto Uncle’s shirt and slid down, tearing up his chest.
It’s Marilda all right! Uncle yelped. She always despised me.
His sisters cackled like witches as they drank their orange tea.
Brazil, her flash, her colors, her dramatics, her languages, her flair!
Christ the Redeemer seen clearly from the airplane, high in the air.
Coffee beans roasted in such a way to make me salivate.
Football in a new realm; a thrill that I can hardly anticipate.
Brazil, her spider monkeys with their fifth appendage in the Amazon.
Her anacondas and pumas, slinking, as they sneak up on a fawn.
Sugar Loaf Mountain, welcoming people from every nationality.
Brazil, known for her wonderful eclectic landforms, her specialty.
Brazil, full of carnivals, especially in Rio de Janeiro. Want to go, Honey?
Gangs give tourists a scare; sometimes they kidnap those with money.
Her flash, her flair, her daring ways, her love of things old and new.
This is such a wonderful place to see. I’d like to go with you!
Christmas in the desert is different you see.
If there is a sandstorm, the camel rolls into a C.
The presents get buried and may never be found.
A desert Christmas is probably not the best around.
Christmas in the Arctic can be nearly as bad as well.
Polar bears sometimes take the packages to sell.
They are shysters, and swindlers, and thieves too.
They’ll eat meats and candies sent to you.
Christmas in the rainforest is no picnic I say.
Pumas and leopards will swipe presents away.
And if a python has your gifts around the neck.
It’s best to run away yelling “Oh, my, heck!”
A badly crazed, disgustingly earnest feline
grossly, haughtily, ignorantly judges kangaroos,
losing many niggling oppressed pumas
quietly reserving skunks to understand
very wayward x-rays, you Zebras.
Hershey, black satin, as long as my torso
Diamond green comforting eyes
Velveteen curious nose
Tongue like a pumas stone
Her elegant but waddling stride
Powerful, confident and territorial
Sitting like a queen on her throne
Cat of mine, mother to be
Tuxedo, black and white, bow tie and all
White sock covered feet like satin gloves
Long white elderly whiskers
He reminds me of Fred Astair
Quick calculated light on his feet
Shy yet debonair
Patient, watchful and full of pride
Father to be
Oreo, friend and foe
White as snow, black face and tail
Large circular patches of black
Fearless fence and roof climber
Youngster full of mischievousness
Paws in the air, tummy exposed to the sun
Purring so loud she vibrates
Kitty of mine
Do bears torture animals? No.
Do wolves tear you apart before they kill you? No.
It is man who tears the wings off butterflies.
It is child who shoots cats with a Beretta?
Do alligators eat you alive? Maybe.
But do they torment you first and let you see
The other body parts they keep in their refrigerator first?
Do pumas eat your arms first?
No. They eat your head; putting you out of your misery fast.
Do elephants, rhinos, zebras, lions or tigers use an Uzi?
Do stingray, crocodiles, cobras or wolves use AK-47’s?
Do any of these dangerous animals mow down children in grade schools?
Do any of these dangerous animals ruin the Ozone layer so everyone will die faster?
Who is the dangerous animal?
Who is the cruelest?
It is a quandary is it not?
Redwoods over 240 million years old
our coastal redwood over 2,200 million years that we know
cleaning carbon from the woods as they grow
giving life to Marbled Murrelet leaving the redwoods
at dawn and return at dusk through the fog from the sea
gathering fish to return to the redwoods and their nests
pumas nearby hunting then lying near the redwoods to rest
while banana slugs the second largest slugs in the world
crawl under the redwoods eating mushrooms and leaves
sand hills creek side woods pines and evergreens
coyotes, bobcats, black tailed deer giant redwood trees
ancient groves the Sayanta tribe redwood lumber mills
then taken over by the parks to protect redwoods and hills
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