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Tiger in his Tank
by scott, john
the eye of the tiger
by very very very 1st, lucifer
A Tiger Woods Dream
by Leffanta, Rico
by Callus, Paul
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by Richards, Carrie
by parker, cs
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I thought I had hooked the world’s largest grouper
After struggling for hours, I was still reeling
Refused help from a friend; I was a trooper
Somehow I found its resistance appealing
Hot sun on the Gulf had me in a stupor
And in my hands I started to lose feeling
It finally came into view just before dark
Was shocked to find a fifteen-foot tiger shark
He’d just been toying with me all afternoon
And he was more than half the size of my boat
I felt like a comic in a weird lampoon
My heart seemed to be rising up in my throat
Captain Ahab might have viewed this as a boon
But far too much weight did this tiger shark tote
He bolted, took off, stripped the line from my reel
And I had to cast elsewhere for my next meal
* For Thvia's "The One That Got Away" contest (True Story!)
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
Tiger in a Cage (a stab at men)
Like a caged tiger.
You do not know what is in my den?
There is no worse feeling than the way I pace back and forth repeatedly.
A headless collar is all you see.
The closer I get, the more you seem to pretend.
To you these stripes look more like dots.
As you, continue to hold my lines and strands in your hand.
You stroke my stripes as if they were a loft of dental floss.
An ORANGE all squishy and rot.
Rough and tough!
You cannot peel what you cannot feel.
You do not know me at all?
You trust me.
You lace me.
You cannot describe the buds.
You cannot feel my fingertips.
A taste of nothing out of your lips.
Indian BLACK streaks in my skin.
How did you manage to even get in?
We mount this unspeakable stability.
A man-eater swallowing her growl.
This hunger is piercing throughout my veins.
Hiding the powerful black star sapphire in my eyes.
Every move I plan ricochets.
A tiger, a tiger in her cage.
Only in your world, I am my own prey.
My wildness is rarely found above my skin.
Every day I wear this heavy coat, my stripes continue to sink in.
It is a solitary confinement when you are around.
You cannot see the black diamonds under this unbearable frown.
Dingy claws, tapping……
Natures dew bestows a toneless mixture of orange and black tattoo.
These stripes, belittle my self-esteem.
The moon flashes overlapped our taboo.
Never will you see a tigers gleam.
Spirituality waiting to rise above the trees.
It is my choice, to stand behind these unbreakable twigs.
Fertilizing like pollen under a blanket of bees.
Still the effects of your eclipse, bounce off my wall.
I am telling you!
You don't know me at all?
The roads these loads continue to grow.
Far ahead, I am the gravel under your toes.
Crouching like a Tiger hiding the way a dragon breathes.
You don't know how I feel!
I am a tiger in a cage please set me free!
"Breed to Breathe" by Napalam Death
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012
She is like a wild animal in the heat of battle
Squared up awaiting the next snarl, next swipe of a clawed paw
Perhaps the next bite will be her last
She stands strong holding her ground
Against the silky lies, the secrecy,and the disrespect
In battle the smell of fear is overpowering
Still she bares herself to those who wish to steal her dignity
No not this time
Never like before
Stripped of all they mistakenly leave her thinking her broken
Down but never for the count
She will rise again stronger and better than before
For she has the eyes of the eagle, heart of a lioness, and strength of a bear
She will not back down losing her pride
Having the fierceness of a beast, to hide her soft soul, caring being, and a will that cannot be broken!
Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2018
The tiger, majestic and proud
Fearless, strong and solitary
A predator by nature
Domineering yet wary
The dove, gentle and harmonious
Passive and apprehensive
A free spirit by nature
But always on the defensive
The jungles most perilous feline
Encounters the fragile dove
A most unlikely pair
Yet they have found love
Their journey will be a challenge
Obstacles in every direction
A never ending conflict
Between rage and affection
Each possesses, what the other lacks
Complimenting and yet taunting
A compromise of character
Is what they are wanting
She wants his intemperance
He wants her domestication
Together seeking a compromise
In search of salvation
The dove cannot tame him
Or dismiss his need for the hunt
She must accept who he is
Placing him at the forefront
The tiger cannot disengage her
Or deride her passion to nest
He must accept who she is
Keeping her abreast
The future lies uncertain
For the tiger and the dove
But they can conquer anything
If they just remember to love
Copyright © Dawn Drickman | Year Posted 2006
There's a ravenous rhymer named SKAT
who prowls prose like a big jungle cat
Check your door cuz she might
(if she likes what you write)
leave a word for you on the front mat
This limerick is for my Soup
buddy SKAT who was the very
first person to welcome me to
the Poetry Soup community.
Thank you for your encouraging
comments and continual support.
You are appreciated! xoxo
Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015
Six shots rang out loud
Woke the jungle calm
My trained tiger hit
Landed on me hard
Good thing I am fat
We both could have died
10/16/14 Earl Schumacker - DESIGN YOUR TABLEAU – Poetry Contest
“You become responsible forever for what you've tamed.”
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
She prowls the night
with clenched jaw and pride,
nothing able to smite
her remorseless stride.
The ominous reflection of moon
shines forth from devouring eyes
of a nocturnal beauty spun on the loom
of the Creator's bid and sighs.
Grace moves her every limb
and she precedes an enraged scream
caused by ruins of a forest now grim
and held alive by all but one stream.
Her claws prophesy of vengeance
though her heart yearns for reconciliation.
Yet now there would be no leniency
for a soul's annihilation.
Now on journeys through lush valleys and ashes
she will embark
until all that remains after furious thrashes
will be the tigress' mark.
Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2013
By Victoria Anderson-Throop
What a hero-- Tiger Woods--
He sells golf and sporting goods.
Chases ladies in the night
Tells kids not to curse or fight
Tiger, Tiger burning bright--
You must learn to play it right.
When temptation’s in your face
Putt a caddy in your place.
Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2012
Walking my Tiger home, if only I had known
in the small print of the sale there was a claws
in a nutshell it was leading to instructions about feeding
if I'd have known I would have stopped to think and paws.
Fur this big cat ain't no Vegan it eats food like Becca Teagan
in fact any living creature roaming free,
which fills me with disquiet since the Tiger's fussy diet
means the only thing at home he'll eat is me.
In retrospect, methinks I should have bought a Lynx
it's much smaller and so are what it will munch
if I'd thought about it sooner I could have got a Puma
since there's cattle up the road he'd have for lunch.
And what would have been much neater is an elegant young Cheetah
since they leave us human people well alone,
much much better than a Panther, that would not have been the anther
since all there'd be of me left is my bones.
So the motion I have carried is to go off and get married
and when the Tiger's ate and belched and had his fill
get re-wed to some more wives, they'll have short but happy lives
and they'll help me to keep down my feeding bill.
For contest 'Walking my tiger home', sponsor David Lindsay
Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2016
My Pet Tiger
I took my pet tiger to my doctor
Because it had a very bad day.
Now, my tiger’s depression is still there,
But my doctor has gone away.
For 'Animal Nonsense' Contest
by Kevin Shaw
Copyright © Barry Stebbings | Year Posted 2017
Intense lover turned
Outstanding energetic passionate writer
I try to out do her
But she does it way better
Truly her pen is a endless
Ink spilling musical feather
And when we get together
We bring the house down
Secretly I want to see her in strips of leather
Superhero villain stripper
On pole dancing paper
I'm just her boy toy side kick clown
Don't get in her way
Because shell give you a lyrical beat down
No longer a princess
But a queen with a golden horn rhyming crown
In photographs looking dangerous
Igniting my hormone furnace
Exciting to see her in photos
Damn she looks so vicious
Tigress posing with hardly any clothes
Looking so freaking freaky delicious
Maybe if I ask kindly she'll be my mistress
Maybe one day with live action eyes
I can witness the surprise
Of her slowly undressing
And touching that white womanly softness
Thunder thighs thick with sugar and spice
Eyes cold and penetrating like ice
And I want to take my time and taste
I want a nice health slice of the prize
She has me soaring, flying
Through erotica skies
Taking me out of my comfort zone
To a shame free sexy place
She's strong and brave
A bondage sex kitten slave
Wild hell cat from outer space
And when we start to chat
She puts my mind in a craze
In a rave blushing from my face
Flooding my brain with a euphoric rush
Enjoying wave after wave of lust
I just want to club her over the head
And take her back to my man cave
She needs a vacation anyways
Twenty four seven
Always with a straw and a pot of coffee
Three hundred sixty five
Off to work, oh her aching body engine
Struggling with life but happy to be alive
And what a heaven like body
A body of work of erotic photography
And awesome mind melting narcotic poetry
Do not question
Don't underestimate her atomic potency
Superstar self driven spark filled autonomy
Burning hot, lava like vanilla anatomy
Creating miracles with word written alchemy
I know so much but she's still a mystery
Copyright © Sebastian Aaron Baez | Year Posted 2015
As a byway ahead grows bleak
late evening ‘s radiance slowly fades off ---
This lost , dazed girl brushed midnight
into her hair and retraced the face
of a crescent moon so she could push
her fear away from unknown whispers;
praying that daybreak would find
a clearer path back home...a reminder
that though one’s world was vast,
she was connected to everything :
And dozing on the grass, an inner light-wave
cuddled her in the soft of a forest’s halo,
anointed by the heavens, the earth, or fate itself.
Brian Strand's Late October Standard Contest
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2017
Come and live with me,come and walk with me.
Come and dance with me,come and laugh with me.
Come and talk to me,come and take my hand.
Come and listen to me,come and cry with me
Come and share with me,come and hear my thoughts.
Come and help me out,come and see new trends.
Just come and be my friend.
Copyright © john o reilly | Year Posted 2016
I met a fabulous beast today,
I met him in a zoo.
I was looking at a tiger,
And he was looking too.
Such strength and dreadful power
He carried with such grace,
And there he was behind the glass
And we were face to face.
A beast of such nobility
A king was what I saw,
So full of menacing presence
I felt rooted to the floor.
He fixed his eyes upon me
With a cold and murderous stare.
I'm glad that I was over here,
And he was over there.
Once he was the ruler,
The lord of all was he.
And now he's here, trapped in this pen.
A prisoner, is what I see.
EARLY APRIL 2018 PREMIERE CONTEST ,
ANY FORM OR NONE,ANY THEME,
UP TO A MAX OF 20 lines - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand. Placed 6th.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2018
Through the forests of Sumatra
Through the dark and sweaty jungle
Proud and fearless pads the tiger
Pads through bamboo, palm, liana
Powerfully swims across the water
Webbed feet pounding ‘gainst the current,
Unaware of near extinction
Forest dwindling, disappearing
Shrinking by illegal logging
Teak for tables, chairs and profit.
Will our tiger last the decade ?
To our children, ancient history ?
Ancient history, myth and mystery
With the sun-bear and the hornbill ?
Spring to action like the tiger
Planting trees and education
Guardians all of unique creatures
We can save the Sumatran tiger.
Copyright © Mike Jones | Year Posted 2014
Save the glory,save the pride,
Save India 's Tigers, save the indigenous wild.
Save the unearthly beauty, save the exquisite roar.
Save the Royals by the Sunderbans' shore.
Save those vibrant deep eyes which have seen it all,
From the Zebra, the Giraffe to the Monkey who had the greatest fall.
Save the paws which have pounced so hard,
On the Cheetah, the Bear, all smashed like cards.
Save the stripped skin that glittered in the Sun,
Save it from being perforated by the deadly gun.
Save Your Majesty as he pleads for forgiveness,
For crimes that were not his business.
Save the emperor of the Jungle,
The law of nature - let us not bungle.
From 'endangered' to 'extinct' - it won't take much time,
All that would be left then would be a few
activists' cries and whines.
Save the mankind from this great fall!
Ponder, whether your entertainment is worth it all?
Copyright © Ananya Mohit | Year Posted 2016
Through the jungle the tiger moves silently
Like a ghost moving through the trees
It stalks its prey with ease
Then pounces with deadly accuracy
No cage to confine this majestic beast
No zoo to diminish its beauty
No circus to subdue its wild spirit
No whips to put scars upon its back
In the jungle he is king
And is feared by all who dwell within
Tigers running wild, living free
That's the way it was meant to be
7- 27- 13
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2013
The sweet neck of her life came adorned with dazzling jewels of the ages;
jewels imbued with holy virtues, long before she was born.
She rose, alone, Venus veiled above a sparkling sea,
her love light flashing wherever she gazed.
As she spun her cosmic spiral, a tiger, hungry with anger and bitterness,
tore at the veil, hoping to claim victory—fire and passion.
Each time she dipped her head, trying to free herself from the ships of ancient
torments that lay anchored at her throat, the tiger roared for more,
devouring jewel upon jewel—fire upon fire, passion upon passion.
She lay, alone, her carotid adornment shortened by the tiger’s every move,
her virtues struck down until she was left grasping at a choker
‘round her throat, her life soon to end.
Then, in the billowing clouds of her torment, she saw Diana rising from the sea.
She stood on an iridescent ivory shell, her arrow poised to strike.
The tiger raged, but could not pierce the clouds.
A red fury filled with fire and passion shot from its hell-born eyes;
its massive jaws spewed hot saliva that set the sea on fire.
The sea itself cried out, “Golden Diana, make your arrow swift and sure;
the world in Venus is quickly fading.
Strike now, the tiger, and restore all aright!”
Even while the prayer was being uttered,
Diana’s aim proved its power as the arrow found the tiger’s heart.
In a flash, Venus was restored,
her long strand of jewels aglow,
the tiger at her side.
Together they stood in a deep, iridescent ivory shell
and made their way out to sea
with a wind that was sure and true.
All was set aright. All was free
as they sailed into the rising moon,
her Venus jewels lighting the way.
Written in contemplation of Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee around a
Pomegranate, One Second before Awakening, by Salvador Dali. (1944)
Copyright © Orma Sullivan | Year Posted 2008
with apologies to William Blake
Hamster! Hamster! Spinning 'round
As the chimes of midnight sound,
Must you run that wheel so late
When I'd rather take sleep's bait?
Your actions make me ponder
This endless need to wander;
To run, though you have no goal,
As if Satan sought your soul.
O hamster, mine, please explain
Why you needs must cause me pain?
Why eschew the sun's bright beam
For Mistress Moon's cold white gleam?
Though born to be nocturnal,
Aspire to life diurnal
Lest your status in this house
Sink to equal that of Mouse
And your handsome fuzzy back
Provide Kitty with a snack,
Bringing silence at long last
After Kitty's said repast.
Hamster! Hamster! Spinning 'round
As the chimes of midnight sound
Must you run that wheel so late
When I'd rather take sleep's bait?
BY WILLIAM BLAKE
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Copyright © Mary Oliver Rotman | Year Posted 2015
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2014
in India’s heat
the spoors of a lone creature. . .
leading to water
in a shallow pool
the solitary beast bathes. . .
sun pours down golden
a lame gaur wanders
near the tall yellow grasses. . .
the crouching tiger
around the carcass
two females join in to feed. . .
racing with shadows
as dusk steaks the orange sky. . .
the Bengal tiger
Written 7/29 for Shadow Hamilton's New Contest Tigers Living Free
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
Slowly pacing a captive rail,
her gaze pierces beyond red stars
eyes with burnt ire, a tigress howls
bellowing through jungles afar;
As pride of theme parks, she deplores
the ropes leashing an alluring gait,
others like her, in silence weeps
on circus grounds, in king's estate...
Sleek beauty wrapped in orange-black
her linings torn as branded fur,
oh Sumatran lynx, endangered
as man becomes the beast, she prepares;
When nature guides a fired escape
towering leaps endure what’s wrong,
and moonlight scans bold tigress' maze
on fields where her spirit belongs.
"If having a soul means being able to feel love
and loyalty and gratitude, then animals
are better off than a lot of humans."
- James Herriot
Relate Your Poem To One Of These Quotes
Giorgio V's Contest
by nette onclaud
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2013
In life we face many battles...some challenge us in new ways we did not expect. The will is tested, but never defeated. We’re mocked and humiliated, but stay humble. Such is the tiger, efficient and silent.
Leaking gaping wounds
Coughing fur balls to laughter
Beware the tiger
The tiger is the most evolved of all the cats, dare I say of all the land predators.
Proficient on land and in water; in pitch black, twilight or at dusk; in the tropicas or in the tundra...the tiger adapts and dominates its terrain.
Darkness is haunted
Impossible is hunted
Eye of the tiger
Thabang Jan Ngoma
For Contest Name: HAIBUN
Sponsor: Scott Thirtyseven
Copyright © Thabang Ngoma | Year Posted 2015
Born in the year of rabbit Fa Mu Lan was
filled with honor and wisdom. She received
great power from her name and became a
doctor to heal the sick and remove the powerful
ghosts who had invaded China. These ghosts
were anyone who wasn't Chinese.
Fa Mu Lan was greatly respected by her people
for her wisdom and healing with fire and oils.
The people called her the shaman name
White Tiger because she healed them.
She worked long and hard and kept very few
belongings, caring very little for money.
She practiced the art of medicine by traveling
between the physical and spiritual worlds.
The Chinese people saw many ghosts invading
their land which made them sick in both body
and mind. In China a ghost was any person who
was not Chinese. Thus, the ghosts were very
real to them. Fears ate away at the people
like wild black crabs clawing their prey,
but the White Tiger cured them whenever she
could with her daggers and flaming oils.
Copyright © julie heckman | Year Posted 2011
but no monies
I spent it all on honies
Copyright © ur mom | Year Posted 2016