Best Pythons Poems
Jungle to Jungle
Layers and layers of lush, razor-sharp, green foliage, providing, equally perfect habitats for multitudes of species exotic. Host to panthers, pythons and multifarious arrays of life yet unknown by man. The sundry lot a’ top the food chain to the tiny jungle mouse low on the hierarchy…
animal kingdom
survival of the fittest
whence left undisturbed
Cross the bridge mistaken for familiarity and entrée’ asphalt territory. Layers and layers of human dwellings built vertically and horizontally one on top of the other. Attractiveness denoting socioeconomic status. Undergrowth thick with history. Yet, who is your neighbor! Most times a mystery. Lowly is the mouse in both settings…
of human species
attributed to their wealth
live comfortably
Animals hunt to live, while humans hunt for sport. Nature alerts its inhabitants to danger through sounds, smells and instinct. Metropolises hide their red flags so easily through normal chaotic interactions and the flawed idealistic, the Just, who still hold on to the belief of basic human morality. Need we take a lesson from nature’s jungle to the concrete jungle?
humans bare conscience
so should yield more harmony
no apparently
SunshineWilliams
Categories:
pythons, humanity, nature,
Form:
Haibun
Lions, tigers and bears alarm me, no-brainer!
Zookeepers seem to like them and circus trainers.
Some blokes put gray in your hair - like Freddy Krueger
but strokes are not funny, I panic 'round cougars.
Pythons, parrots and apes distress me, no-brainer
Crocodile Dundee was just an entertainer.
Trees are traps and leopards lie perfectly still there,
they'll permanently jeopardize lots more than hair.
Gray wolves, foxes and deer upset me, no-brainer
Forest rangers take care and jungle campaigners.
Locks don't stop gorillas, stray geese or grizzlies
merely seeing them turns my locks to frizzlies.
Toadfrogs, lizards and hares concern me, no-brainer.
Steve Irwin, I am not, should I make it plainer?
Lions, tigers and bears make me sweat unaware,
wild animal beasties leave me pulling my hair.
Categories:
pythons, fear, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Act of inspiration wrestle pythons
Research scientists are the primary audience
ethics and research breakthroughs
bring the beauty, multi-media presentation allows
photographers
Auto loading service pistol- long awaited culmination
Brutally overbuilt
disregard" the request for help
generally docile the loudest creatures on earth
Shoot, shovel, and shut-up
collaborators use a suite of factors to assess
national policies to promote efficiency
Europe After the Rain
Persistence of Memory done before 1800
Commercial advertisers often seek purpose
An Experienced Perfectionist
showing a belief in and veneration
imbued with pious sacred rites
*For the cut- up contest
( and yes, these are in exact order LOL)
Categories:
pythons, fantasy, humor,
Form:
Free verse
Wind, a very strong wind
Uprooting formidable trees
Of righteousness, morality descend
Wiping the butterflies and Bees
That bestow color and sweetness
To discerning sagacious eyes
Tormenting souls witness
How humanity cries
Destroying all that is in path
Reducing frail houses of virtues
To fragments in their wrath
And then the change ensues
Gigantic skyscrapers of lust
In the horizon of ambition
Rise from the ground’s dust
Wearing immaculate condition
And pythons of motorways of concrete
Crawl in the serenity of greenery
With smokes vehicles secrete
Atmospheric imbalance kills scenery
Change is the law of nature
Everything that exists is prone
To change and alteration of feature
Providence has decreed and shown
But must change adopt this fashion
As the smiling bud changes into flower
Can’t there be virtue in alteration
Is conflict with nature only answer
Categories:
pythons, nature, philosophy, visionarychange,
Form:
Rhyme
Here comes the stormy fire,
Burned out my desire,
Racing against my chest, my hearts pacing,
Beating the pulse to a pulp, draining me dry,
Now’s the time to let go of this tandem rope,
Crash through this masquerade, there is no hope
Nobodies to blame, but myself,
It was all coming lose at the seams, piece by piece
The music was just too loud; the symphonies were burning my faith in hope
Nothing hurts like you do, walking away never giving me a second glance,
Pompeii, rain down on my parade, burn this farce of a show to cinders,
These ashes of our lives are like pythons underneath my every step,
Each sting a cry from my hearts to live again
Not saying goodbye was the cruelest act.
No words of comfort or embrace to spare my arteries.
So now I am sitting here listening to the dragon that breathed our love,
Its dying a slow death.
With every inhalation of this noxious gas, it only exacerbates the constriction on my lungs
Its evident to me that, love is dead.
Its all burned away, there is nothing left
There is no love left.
Love is dead.
Love is dead..
Is love dead?.....
Categories:
pythons, absence, goodbye, retirement, romantic,
Form:
Ballad
Snake has been created to deter,
A symbol of power, sex and fear,
Equated with Satan Lucifer and demons in rear,
History where, millions of species,
To speak about listen and hear,
They are Pythons longer enough to devour,
An entire human and swallow him and more,
Anacondas that make your body shiver,
And plenty of fairy and fact stories and lore,
To inform your kind and enrich your folklore,
Adders, vipers and spitting cobras,
That all leave you awake,
Able to cause you death and blindness fainting and ache,
The secret of creation which the Lord could make,
And other species that camouflage themselves and fake,
You in deep jungles, rivers and forests and the alike!
Categories:
pythons, animal, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme
So I built you of my own selfish
Visions outlined in sugar coloured
Droplets of daffodils naked skin to
Rose petals caramel and cinnamon
Lips her eyes burn sienna in crimson
Flames and we’re writhing in a mound
Of brown as if the Gods forgot to paint
Us outlines her caramel pythons wrap me
Within their poisonous lust naked skin to
Daffodil petals bubble baths and bodies candle
Lit lovemaking at its best slithering out our
Clothes as they melt off our hips to the floor
My lips to your 4 my tongue to your cup of
Cherry folds finger nails tattoo backs with
Stories of battle scarred chariots ridden to fire
And death stands still silently breathing bathed
In moonlight listening to heart beats and our
Bed this squeaking pile of soft cloud kissed
Puddles on these sheets sweating from the heat
This fire the friction bodies intertwined in this
Made up addiction candlelight to tell stories of
Naked skin to naked skin bubble baths between
Our bodies song lyrics to guide our hips my
Body tells of all these wicked dreams in a
Language not all too foreign but familiar scents
Draw me to your seasoned flesh my hunger
Ravenous these carnal confessions of your lover…
Categories:
pythons, lovefire, fire, daffodils,
Form:
Stotutly among the rest of the trees, standing high-
Its height touches the sky in which the kites fly,
Guarding the village like a gallant knight,
Its bark shows the black wounds of many fights.
Its creepers like a dozen of pythons,
Could be seen from far away lawns-
All trying to hold it captive-
But for them its size is too massive.
It has seen so many years;
It has viewed so many deaths of nears and dears;
The signs of sorrow reflect on its face crystal clear;
How so much sorrow doth it bear?
And how doth it resist its sorrowful tears?
Somuch old and yet so young-
Its nostalgic night-song
Is a bridge to my childhood days that have passed long.
Categories:
pythons, life, loss, love, nature,
Form:
Bio
I've got to clean out these loaded ancient poetry files
What will I sell first maybe I'll just stack them in big pile
I know then I'll sort them_separate by topic
Remove ones about child sex abuse as if by magic
Now the world is safer place for children to play
I'll get busy seeing what's left to take care of this day
Now I'll remove the ones about poisonous snakes
Get rid of those pythons who threaten human lives to take
What do I have left to sell_some with misspelled words
Haikus not written very well, grammar gone amuck by yards
Now for pricing what can I do _easy stickers
Those wih self-stick tacky glue_poor Haikus snap-shot pictures
I'll sell them first three for a quarter_maybe dime
For folks will say why they don't even have any end-rhyme
Forget this dang garage sale_just have an estate sale
Have professional come over price then use slide scale
Somehow these couplets will have to come to a close
The lunch timer just dinged_sorry I'll just say adios
Finis'
Sponsor:~Skat~
Contest:A Poet's Garage Sale
Written: September 24, 2012
Categories:
pythons, funny, on writing and
Form:
Couplet
IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY - LXXVII
IF ever I had a country proud of its wall-less porous boundary
And if ever by no mistake of the Supreme High Command of the International Militaro-Business Conspiracy I were appointed the CHIEF TARIFF IMPOSER and Eminence Grise of and on all the self-righteous realms rocambolesque republics and renegade run-of-the-mill rotten rotting rostrum-raving riven ribald rascally rickety refugee-raised democracies
Mark my words I’ll put an end to the raping of my dearly-beloved national integrity by
One, importing all available rutting Queen Bees of the "Killer African Bees" and have them breed with local wasps of high pedigree in the front-line of battle along the Southern Border under every tree where I’d let Red Ant-Hills multiply free
Two, import Myanmar Pythons with a taste for digesting young fresh human flesh, mixed with the local brand of Everglades alligators, down the Mississippi and the Colorado River sprinkled liberally with the Grand Canyon brand of the Rattle-Snake with their tell-tale warning-rattle nipped off, together with the silent army of Black Widows clad in their enticing mantilla webs, as a second-line of defense against the illegal refugee
Next, if they still keep coming I’d roundup all the lazy good-for-nothing thick-maned Bisons of the prairies and have them lined up for a Charge-of-the- Heavy-Brigade stampede by whipping their asses to the sound of the Land of the Free
And if this doesn’t stem the tide of illegal immigrants, drug dealers and tourists with empty pockets, I’d call on the faithful Black and White striped Tribe of Appalachian SKUNKS with my tonitruant bugle, line them up so that their posteriors faced Tierra del Fuego and let them squirt to their hind-hearts’ desire even at the risk of driving the entire population out of the country
Yes Siree, this’s what I’d do as the Eminence Grise and Chief Imposer of Tariffs of My Beloved Contree
And this even if I never ever had no country worth saving for the ennui of a penny
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, June 11, 2019
Categories:
pythons, america, drug, humor, immigration,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
A little porcupine in the midst of hungry pythons;
her quills are a danger to each attempted swallow;
trouble grows tall from the moment she existed;
And once upon a time, in six days a gang is conquered by her might.
She’s characterized by waters so low,
from the dead one to the Sea of Galilee.
She’s an open museum for religious sight seeing
with official mother tongues coming from her own conflicting world.
Her stamp against size zero maidens stood as the first;
she’s the main and king’s banquet hall
for same sex feasts in the entire middle east;
a trail blazer in the voice mail technology
and a breeding town for chess grand masters;
all sums up to the glorious inscription of her crown.
Even with her wonderful friendship with friends quite far
she’s still most hated by those very close.
Categories:
pythons, character, conflict, earth, ,
Form:
Ode
I am a place full of sand!
as hot as burning sun..
as clod as polar regions....
The wind which blows over me
makes me so happy!
forming great hills which is-
the sand dunes ...
The oasis which is realy seen
is the only source of water in me !
I make people thirsty when they walk on....
I make them run here and there!
sometimes by forming a mirage.
The date palms which flourish from me,
gives me the real beauty.
the scorpions, pythons,cactus are things,
which make me alive for ever......
Categories:
pythons, places, me, me,
Form:
Pastoral
I was a picked on,
bullied, browbeaten, buffaloed boy
from Buffalo New York.
I grew up on Buffalo’s lower east side,
the ghetto by another name.
The Frederick Douglass towers.
Formerly the Talbert Mall
better known as the Jefferson projects.
The home turf to a gang
called the Pythons.
It was a place
where angels fear to tread.
I had so many bullies
it’s a wonder I didn't end up dead.
I had more bullies
than the law allowed.
I survived my childhood somehow.
I can count one hand
how many times
I was saved by gang members. (5)
I join a bigger gang
right after high school.
The United States Army,
and saw the world,
Germany, Turkey and Italy.
I met the man who would be
my Kung-Fu master,
three years later he had made me
a very dangerous man.
Back stateside I became
DJ Bobby K “The One to Know”
For a little over fourteen years,
I played the music
that made the difference.
All the while I heard the voices.
In the year 2,000
I took a course
in creative writing,
and Bobby K
“The Poor Man's Poet was born.”
Now when I go out to speak,
I mean to be heard,
giving voice to the spoken word.
Categories:
pythons, confidence, courage, encouraging, life,
Form:
Free verse
Traveling home to see my family
Spanish moss hangs from trees eerily
I step on the gas; the car starts to shake
So I pull over, pressing on the brake
Here in the darkness I am all alone
No satellite near for this useless cell phone
Few will drive through Alligator Alley
Reptiles and panthers are not too friendly
Hours pass as I sit still, locked in my car
Green eyes from the swamp peer at me from afar
A tire iron I grab at the break of day
As the mystery of night fades away
When the fog lifts, a sign comes into view
After such a night I wish that I knew
A gas station exit is just feet away
Though overnight my hair had turned gray
No gators or pythons had threatened me
The danger I’d sensed was but fantasy
But look, a crocodile crosses the road
Seems I’d parked next to his slimy abode
He sees me, stares and just goes on his way
Scary possibilities in my head play
Carefully I walk up to the exit
My legs are still shaking I must admit
The station is closed; boas hug the gas pumps
My arms are suddenly rife with goose bumps
But then I hear the sound of an airboat
My chance of rescue no longer remote
It’s the marine patrol; now I’m secure
All nasty fears had been premature
But he turns his face; it’s Michael Myers!
This is the savior Florida hires?!!
I run back to my car, but standing there
Is a burly man with a mechanic’s flare
He’d already popped the hood, fixed the car
Quickly I speed from this swamp so bizarre
*Written by Carolyn Devonshire for Gayle’s “Stranded” contest
Categories:
pythons, fear, night, night,
Form:
Rhyme
Your eyes that foretells danger,
soulful charisma that boils my blood stream.
your walk on the valley of darkness.
way you are talked about, but unaware.
your really bad lip kiss, that's perfect for my life.
it mesmerising and captivating simultaneously.
it hazardous but prodigious spontaneously.
I shall die upon your set boundaries.
those you set when you gaze with that stare.
exposing my flesh to venoms,
my eyes to pythons,
and soul to evil,
all nothing compare to your beautiful terror.
I have wonder why it feels good to fall for error.
exploring this love feels like the grass beneath our bare feet.
like blood circulating through veins,
whilst tasteful bitterness designing our pains.
and a blind directing our ways.
I rather fall sleep on the back seat of the moving car.
than hit the wheel to direction that will lead to burning scar.
she's soul mate, if I betray her I die.
my soul mate, I lose her if I lie.
Categories:
pythons, angel,
Form:
Free verse