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Premium Member Wild Thing
wild thing
her vacant stare
is deceptive...

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Categories: wild thing, girl,
Form: Haiku
Premium Member Wild Thing You Make My Heart Sing
We have gone to the Kruger Park, and are now back,
All roads there are paved,
But for adventure, you can drive along very doable
Sand roads, the crocodile river runs parallel to
These sand roads and if you are lucky you can spot 
Hippos Or Crocs, which we...

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Categories: wild thing, animal,
Form: Narrative
Premium Member Wild Thing
shy and secretive
survival to the fittest
semi-nocturnal




April 16,2022   just counted the syllables
For wild animal Haiku contest by Tania Kitchen...

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© Judy Ball  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: wild thing, animal,
Form: Haiku

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry



Wild Thing
The wild rose expresses the essence of life and beauty
a sweet blossom atop thorny stems with roots entirely her own
the fragrant lure summons as honey bee makes its approach...

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Categories: wild thing, hope, life, love
Form: Sijo
Wild Thing

Wild Thing
by Rick Rucker

Images of Prim and Proper, to mind, You bring,
But, when we are Alone, You turn into Wild Thing!

Something that I wouldn't miss:
A juicy half-hour Kiss!

Against my body, you do press,
When we break, your hair's a mess!

Your Lovely body, firm, and fit,
Hardly feel...

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Categories: wild thing, love
Form: Couplet
A Wild Thing of Creation, Caged
The fig tree
was our rotunda,
the roots valleys
leading to our kingdom


not fifty feet away
a concrete range
bridged worlds,
and stood silently, sullen
our very own 
mountain of doom


fearsome as knights and maids
we traversed cement battlements
I crossed on the Styx,
the other world moved
like a slithering mass of parasites
ever closing in...

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Categories: wild thing, family, satire
Form: Blank verse



Wild Thing
The urge grows
it makes me squat over 
traces in the mud,
poke leaf shadows
with a fingernail.

I can ride eventide
and grind the starlight there.
The hair in my ears;
on my back
is recent.
There’s a rainy-day musk
I can slide through.

I sniff tightly closed blooms,
the blue pelt
of a twilit distances.
Under fading...

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Categories: wild thing, poetry,
Form: Blank verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things