Best Tails Poems
Naked as the day of my birth, I lay upon the floor
coverless and chill, eyes fluttering, closed, yet aware...
inwardly I stare, counting chest rises, in despair.
My fear of onward life is more than I can ignore.
Outside, a fluttering of wings seeking to explore,
the haunting howl of wolf, whose mating call taunts, beware,
both harbingers of death; I grasp with each breath of air,
sending scorching ripples through a shaking fearful core.
Moonlight cloaks my sentient form, and heaven guards my plight.
Covers tossed, comfort shorn, I search for ribald tales
to return to me a bit of warmth and playful light.
A hoot, a yip, a chirping melody, which prevails
reminding me of the paths beyond the pale that invite,
for I am just a dreamer tossed, on night's dark coat-tails.
Date: 9/26/12
Contest: Dreams
Categories:
tails, imagination, me,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
A Tale of 2 Tails
A Bedtime Story for My Grandsons-by Gwendolen Rix
Two tigers went to the park to play. One tiger had a striped tail and the other tiger had a polka-dotted tail. The striped-tail tiger played harder than any other tiger at the park and when it was time for him to go to sleep at night he fell asleep without any problems. His weary head hit the pillow and then his striped tail stopped dancing all around as it did when he was swinging, jumping, twirling, and bouncing all around the playground.
The polka-dotted tailed tiger had not used up all of his energy, and so he was not ready to go to sleep. He tossed and he turned and he thought of all the things that he could have done to burn off all this extra energy. He even thought of different tricks he could have done on the monkey bars. He could have tried to count up to a hundred on the pogo stick too! Oh, there were a million things he could have done!
Eventually, the polka-dotted tiger became tired imagining all the things he could have done and then finally fell asleep. He even dreamed of building a bigger and more adventurous playground one day. Of course he would have to wait till he grew up and got a really good job. Until then he will just be satisfied with the playground that he has and play to his heart’s content.
The End.
gwendolentoney@yahoo.com
Categories:
tails, adventure, animal, children, fun,
Form:
Narrative
Singing silhouettes,
Amorous calls to her ear;
Melodic murmurs.
Categories:
tails, nature, ocean,
Form:
Haiku
Cup Of Worry
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Go now
Borrow my buggy
Go by moon or fog
For no crow or rook pry
Go upon your own
Bury my boojum cup
No burrow nor form
No rock nor bog
Vow young boy
Bury my worry
Contest : H-E-A-D-S OR T-A-I-L-S!
Position : 1st place
Categories:
tails, adventure, fantasy, mystery,
Form:
Verse
Gathering of wood all day i go
My mind filled with memories of the past, excitment grows
So many nights around the fire
Laughing, singing, stories abound
Heat of an open fire makes the evening chill go away
The moving reflection of light against the trees looks scary at times
You can only wonder what's outside the lights glow
Peacefulness sets in now time to relax
More stories said i will always remember
As the fire and embers go dim the light goes too, night becomes dark another day ended
Memories
Categories:
tails, adventure, dark, mountains,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
We are intertwined and insane and I don't even mind
Running you down is bliss, then we pause with a hiss
You excite me as I gain on you, we are two of a kind
Fire in your eyes makes me roar as I close, then miss
You run around me as I give chase without a corner
We turn to scratch and claw in an everlasting roll
I pin you down as your fangs tease at my jugular
Growling as you escape me, your tail fluffed and full
Something in our souls ravishes our instinctive goals
Deep in the den is where we both want this to end
Free of the hunger dulls, we embrace our inner roles
Tangled tails and broken nails, we lay down to mend
for you: 8\22\13
Categories:
tails, africa, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Moses and his sweet Molly Mouse
have a puzzling dilemma.
They have used all the names they know
from Marvalee to Maryemma.
They have followed all mouse name rules.
Each must begin with letter em.
After their hundreds of babies,
they have no more new names for them.
They can’t use Micky or Minnie,
for they know the unwritten rule.
Using gods or goddesses names
will make any mouse look a fool.
When Sally Squirrel comes to call,
the new mouse family to view,
they speak of their giant problem
and ask Sally, “What shall we do?”.
Sally swiftly offers to help,
but the fine ess names that she knows,
are rejected by the mouse pair,
“We surely can’t use one of those.”
Opie Oppossum arrives to ogle
and bring names with an oh or pee.
Moses objecting once again,
“They must start with an em, you see.”
Then Molly whispers to Moses.
“I will question Miss Mynah Bird.
Mynah is sure to remember
every em word she’s ever heard.”
Miss Mynah is very happy
to respond to their fervent plea.
She has a name for every child
they will live long enough to see.
There‘s Myra and Moira and Meg,
for the girl mice now in the nest..
Maurie and Mervin and Maleg,
are boy names passing the test.
The mouse pastor baptizes them
and as he pronounces each name,
Moses and Molly glow with pride.
Miss Mynah has saved them from shame.
Personification Moses and Molly Mouse, Sally Squirrel, Opie Oppossum, Mouse pastor
Miss Mynah Bird
Categories:
tails, family, fantasy, children,
Form:
Personification
My curvy bouncy young mum bump
Of unjoy pump by punk guy jump
You wormy crony cuckoo cyborg of my numb womb grow
My ovum mock your wrong grown coup
Go mourn by of onyx orgy you grow
From crummy mob of gory cum you bourn
No cub run cry mummy for you my young unborn
No young curvy bouncy puppy boy by norm
Upon gun my coy gown for fun won
Now burn or bury my crow cow born
Categories:
tails, childhood, funeral, mum,
Form:
Verse
If you find a tail with a dog attached,
Say, "Hi!" and pat his head.
But if to the tail a Rottweiler’s latched,
Better nothing's said!
(From my book, Tale of Tails with a Thirst for Verse.)
Categories:
tails, animals
Form:
Quatrain
Men power produce no good
order.
Our fun, need be God-govern!
For God confer joy on whom;
He prefer or deem!
We need remember God; by
every form.
Check on God,
Reckon, ween of God,
depend on God, for every hope!
For our keen-hope on God.
Never ebb!
(For the heads or tails contest)
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Categories:
tails, devotion, hope,
Form:
Light Verse
We are primates, one and all
And our heritage is not from the fall.
The primate group is where we’re from
And no matter how far we’ve come
We owe our past through ties of time
And that’s the purpose of this rhyme.
We are a great ape, just like the rest
While some people think we are the best
We share certain traits with others like us
And shows the relationship without a fuss.
With tailless primates, the great apes all
Four Genera of Hominids, but only we stand tall.
But interestingly enough, other Genera are less succinct
Each have two species, reproductively distinct.
Of the chimps, Pan, bonobos in a seemingly fright
Use sex to settle things rather than fight.
The common chimp will settle things
With a stick in hand, that it brings.
Of the Gorilla group, peaceful eaters of fruit, leaf and seed
Just look somewhat different although they can all breed.
There are also some differences in the sounds that they make
As well as the chest beating of which both species partake.
Then Pongo, we have, the oddest of all
On Borneo, sometimes, they descend and stand tall.
But mostly alike with some minor differences in hair
The fascinating thing is the flange that some males bear.
We’re not really sure what the flange is for
But it seems to play a role in sex, we’re almost sure.
One male in an area will develop this trait
And it will seal other males’ reproductive fate.
But given the circumstances, if the situation has need
Any male can develop this structure and breed.
And then we have us, of *****descent
The only naked ape, fully walking not bent.
No others survived, it’s rather quite grim
We are the end of our evolutionary tree limb.
But what separates the monkey from the ape line
Is that monkeys have tails but apes lack this vine.
And in general apes have a bit of the size
In spite of the fact that we lack that tail prize.
The only naked ape, fully walking not bent.
No others survived, it’s rather quite grim
We are the end of our evolutionary tree limb.
But what separates the monkey from the ape line
Is that monkeys have tails but apes lack this vine.
And in general apes have a bit of the size
In spite of the fact that we lack that tail prize.
Categories:
tails, science,
Form:
Verse
I'm thankful for all the broken pieces,
Without them I would have not met you,
Baby look at me, I have fallen and felt like I was flying, now I'm crashing hard.
(Has ya do)
I have wished for a happy ever after, but we know it will never happen,
There's no fairy tales, their just made up poetry,
To fool you into believing Life is fall of musical duets, Butterflies and enchanted creatures,
I'm thankful for all the tears that have fallen, because it's made me has strong as I am,
I'm gonna take your LOVE, I'm gonna take OUR memories, Because all to soon We know we're gonna part.
BUT
I know baby you will LIVE in my heart, You WILL be the muscle that makes and KEEPS MY HEART beating.
Just say you will haunt me for the rest of my days, until we meet at the golden gates.
Coz baby I hear your heart, I hear your thoughts, and I know this is gonna hurt.
But baby there's a place for us, it’s not with the stars
IT’S IN EACH OTHER'S HEARTS
Categories:
tails, bereavement, best friend, cancer,
Form:
Light Verse
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when you place a silver dollar in your mouth you scratch it with your teeth to see if
it is real a man bites down upon it and then looks and frowns or looks and
smiles upon the quarter he has found not silver or even golden but just metal of
some kind its zinc and copper mixes made in Betty Crocker's Kitchens. She has
a tray of circles all lain out upon her divine divan the tails side up for luck she got
this from the JESUS man who tossed his penny in an arc and tried to hit a mark
a line drawn in the sand and made his feet go march to live a different plan a
lifetime being mended his only love he found she makes the things he feels
inside brand new. She stirs her better batter up with a long and spindly spatula
she marks each coin with edges with the cheese garter greater. She takes the
grater to the table and turns each coin by hand she makes four of them for every
dollar in this land. They asked her who is on the image of the coin she laughed
and dimpled smiling she said it must be Dollar Bill. The George Washington
Dollar is the image used for the quarter he gets to be on two. When yew become
the President Of America you can be their two. She stamps the quartered dollars
on the side that just says heads with the handy dandy stamper set she got from
her Uncle Jed for Christmas Past. She turns the coins at last and makes the tails
with her old eagle eye she uses her new leather set to scritch and scratch the
bird the lines formed from habit of making millions in a set in just one day she
filled the Island of Manhattan with 24 additional sets they said they needed them
to buy Manhattan again the previous treaty had run out from the statue of
limitations set back in Washington against the law must be obeyed by every
man. When eye am making a bus ride and eye find a lot of pennies eye ignore
them when eye find a quarter eye do a little more than dance in place eye jig eye
jog eye trip on every log in my haste to find three more it costs one dollar just to
Board the Tran. Betty declined to speak just to the press for she is very shy she
said she knoes now who the image is on the flip side of her coin and eye did not
keep a dry eye when she smiled at me and said without a tremor or a miss it is
Washington, D. C.
Categories:
tails, fantasy, funny, history, on
Form:
Prose Poetry
Wooden voodoo crux
One hex on me
Burn deep beyond known
Even down, even up
Occurrence number, frequency
Of moon voodoo hex
Four gone beyond one
You never knew
Russell Sivey
Entrant into nikko palmario's "Heads or Tails" contest
Categories:
tails, life,
Form:
Free verse
TAILS OF GOLD
“Iris”- youngest of our feline family
caught a
cold
as many cats in winter chills
tend to
do
nothing serious confirmed our vet
as in we
strolled
a quick consultation and injection
would fix her
flu
whilst we sat and waited for our turn
with trusted
vet
a solemn family entered with their
old black
Great Dane
struggling to support their ailing cherished
dearly loved
pet
his legs weak, body thin to the bone
suffering
Great Pain
his family rallied round encouraging him
with soft
sighs
“come on sweetheart, you can do it”
they gently
consoled
as he bravely took courageous steps
loyally he
tried
looking up at them with loving
brown doleful
eyes
they moved behind definitive closed
respectful white
door
their task was clear and hard choices
had been
made
my heart broke as I felt the emotional
grief they
bore
be comforted loyal friend, your heavenly
GOLDEN TAIL
will never
fade
(Inspired by a moment I experienced recently at the vet)
© Kim van Breda—20 July 2014
Categories:
tails, animal, farewell, feelings, pets,
Form:
Rhyme