Best Wildebeests Poems
(Tribute to the movie “Out of Africa”)
I gave my heart to Africa…
There, on a farm,
In those vast green plains,
With coffee perfume in
The crispy air…
I had a farm in Africa…
Where the gazelle dance
In the sweaty breeze,
Grazing and jumping and kicking
Right into the lions’ claws…
I lived in the very soul of Africa…
Where the giraffes reach
High above the stars
And the moon lay
Carelessly on her back,
Watching over the savannah.
I had a farm in Africa…
Where the jungle would
Sing its song for the
Prudent bush-hunters.
Where buffalo and wildebeests
Cross the blue
Into the waters, giving themselves
To the ancient crocks…
I left my heart in Africa…
And now she sings a song of me,
The air shivers with the colors
That I had on,
And children play in the fields,
Looked over by the eagles
That once soared for me…
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
Categories:
wildebeests, dedication, nature, nostalgiaheart, song,
Form:
Free verse
windswept windsurfing wallabies warbling whales wailing................................................................................
A pink fish travelling with a tea towel is neither in a rush or dirty. Gridlocked gorillas getting grapes gracefully glide. Seafront mystery in windswept hair carrying a carrot, a jar of mustard, and ten grains of multicoloured rocks. A tambourine on a sponge cake can be beating but not beaten. And a lamb cawl is not a call nor a front crawl so place the gate and door at a sixty degree angle. Many custard cups play hockey with wildebeests in tutus. In a fingerless glove place nine toes, and in a pocket watch place a turning tubular pin. The frost from a llamas horn is neither stagnant or perfumed, it is merely a tidal wave of porridge. Hahaha magniloquent magnolia magnitude making monkfish moussaka. Hahaha equality equals equipment eveningwear xxxxxxx hospitalities Z z Z z Z
Categories:
wildebeests, animal, autumn, beach, bible,
Form:
Longing to go to Africa
Babe I know this is spontaneous
and we're just coming off a good food fight
but listen, not to the paradox,
let's go to Africa.
Wouldn't that be a poke in the night,
a dip in the Nile,
a sweet roll in the oven,
a swing in the jungle?
Listen babe
... think babe of all the fun
... we'll be having.
You'll see,
I promise.
We'll leave the hotel occasionally
and when we do
let's ...
let's please
see the safaris and rivers.
You must promise
... and
to let me ride a tiger,
deal?
Good.
I must ride a tiger.
We'll do the Serengeti,
I heard that's the beast,
home of the tigers
... for brave tiger riders like me
... hence I'll be your hero.
Can you see the cameras clicking on us?
We'll be quite the item
and get this, babe
we'll get you up there
on an elephant.
Doesn't that sound exciting?
I can see us now
in matching khakis and bandannas,
hair breezing in the wind,
out there on the grasslands
with the blue wildebeests, gazelles, zebras,
riding in tandem
under the African sunflower,
baking our busybody.
... And get this babe we'll be bonding
that's the main thing,
us catching jungle fever,
swinging from tree to tree,
branch to branch,
uncorking champagne under starlight.
... And
I would love to see you smile
longer than the Tanzania
and happy like a giraffe,
longing to go,
longing to go to Africa.
4/18/17
10 placements-nothing again. A person can write so
indigenous to the topic, paint it vivid with color ... fun, humor,
excitement, and I'll even go so far as to say, more so than
others-and the results, yes the results ... sniff of crap again.
Categories:
wildebeests, africa, nature, romantic,
Form:
Free verse
Tranquil spaces as we wander through the park,
the heat oppressive.
The zebras herding sheep like the watchful alpaca,
yet there are no predators
A motley selection of animals in one space - domestic and wild,
they congregate without care - used to the human spectator,
wildebeests, cows, impalas and sheep.
Following the path the giraffe monopolise the horizon,
tall and graceful,
relaxed as we approach.
Almost like a petting zoo,
although close proximity is fine,
but never so close to touch.
Gorgeous - they do not run,
just continue to eat,
withstanding our presence.
The boat ride to Crescent Island Naishaiva
The boat ride through the hippo lagoon
docile and poised
yet dangerous
never too close to these animals
as they are unpredictable
and temperamental
and will turn at any time.
wet and silky they watch the watchers pass,
and sink beneath the surface.
The boat man Jimmy, who indecently
bought an English dictionary to teach himself how to speak English,
buys 4 fish.
Lovingly calling them:
the grandma, mother, sister and (me) the baby - hilarious.
One for each of us,
and then takes the boat to the fishing eagles and whistles.
Impressive - the Eagles come,
dive for the fish and fly off to dine in the tree.
Again and again he whistles - flights perfection.
The dive, the talons as they wrap around the fish,
a dance of feasting off the surface of the water.
One rejected, one stolen by another
the food chain at its finest.
Magnificent to watch - a highlight of the adventure
Categories:
wildebeests, imagery,
Form:
Narrative
Down the steep mountains and into the slopes,
Darting divine etched twixt duration and existence,
There run the graceful gazelles and fiery antelopes,
Until their breath retreat watching other presence.
Wildebeests rushes by ceasing the opportunity to gain,
Nature’s bare feet turning brown sand on the beach,
Big pebbles not indelibly seen as the smallest sandy grain
Leaving the prints in the ambiance of moments they reach.
On naturally crafted street hides the African talisman,
An indivisible Art where halo glows from a graceful arch,
Sheen shine covering emblem moonlight glowing skin,
Fears not the forces of evil camouflage on parade march.
Lucky charm, African talisman within the veil well-armed
Beyond this man is a distinctive phenomenal spirit,
Striding out against human endurance already formed
From the bloodline history, ancestral traits inherit.
We of mortal multitude find ways to survive and strive,
Sometimes the heart run, walk and mingle in the crowd,
A silent portrait shroud the pride unfolding in the Hythe,
The future is bright but the course takes a grim road.
Categories:
wildebeests, animal, beautiful, black african
Form:
Personification
On the one hand, there is a remarkable beauty in watching one entity blend into the environment
of a different entity. On the other hand, there is less
to be appreciated about assimilation if it results in the
destruction, disappearance, or utter annihilation of that entity.
In the world of nature, on one hand, one considers that, of necessity, the sheer
essence of 'survival' is largely at play. On the other hand, in the sociological world of mankind, the blending or assimilation becomes not an 'instinct to survive tool', but rather a remarkable 'melting pot' for advancement in human development.
Whether wall street or boxing ring, we compete and fight to the finish; but we never eat each other; (Well, except for the Holyfield-Tyson fight). On the one hand, there is exhilarating satisfaction to be found when we observe camouflaging in the rain forest or in the kingdom of the wild. But on the other hand, except for the camouflaged soldiers at war, in communities of the civilized, we take exception to those choosing to wear masks or appear to be something they are not.
There is a distinctly different expectation and purpose that require the maintenance and maturity of character. On the one hand, in a civilized society, when such expectancy fails, the lines of demarcation are drawn and defended. On the other hand, in The Serengeti of Tanzania and Kenya,
no one is expected to protect the wildebeests and Zebras from the alligators and crocodiles. There, it is the natural state of things; lines are not drawn and neither required nor desired.
08062017TGPSContest, Late Summer Standard, Brian Strand
Categories:
wildebeests, adventure, america, animal, beauty,
Form:
Prose
The Savannah
The wildebeests have been crossing the same stretch
of the river for years going back into a foggy history and lack
of interest. At the river, some are eaten by crocodiles
and on the other side by lions. Meat on hoof and
a calf cannot find its mother, Gnus don’t do friendly and
there never is a sympathetic aunt. It must find its mother
now, because it has been earmarked as a possible meal,
easy to catch, no bother.
Did that calf survive? I don’t know history does not concern
itself with trivialities and as for its mother her memory is
short. A dumb beast, yet there are more wildebeests in
Africa now than twenty years ago which means fewer lions
and more crocodile handbags than before, which means
the calf probably survived
Categories:
wildebeests, angst, cheer up, dedication,
Form:
Sonnet
But for your manifestation in dried pulp
Minds neglect your invasion
The crave for you unquenchable .
Lime light shining on your possessors
Underdogs gazing loathsomly at your managers
Soo powerful you send jolts down the spine of those
Witness your prowess
Making your wish their command
Like a squirrel in snowing forest minds omit not knowledge of your perpetuated asylum .
Unfathomable is your innocence yet
Loyal to the most guilty of all
Reward for lunacy, you are showered
Hands that are most stained,
On the strong that preyed on the weak .
Though a two edged sword though has done
More evil than good
My only kudos goes to your being a scale
Used to measure the integrity of the grey haired
The thought of you power has pushed conscience
Off the cliff, dethroned regrets and burnished admonition
Breeding sycophants to ldolise ur deeds.
Blindfold made of ornaments, and sustained by aroma of luxury we all trudge along like wildebeests
Neglecting the wails of agony resulting from the excruciating pain of bodies trampled upon
Like a countdown you are always the alpha in
The scale, preferred to any other form gratitude.
Your absence like a deficiency inflicted your victims
With timidity,loyalty, linferiority complex and self doubt
Panacea produced by unconventional means
Like a miracle you heal by touch alone
Making tongues lie, hands soiled in blood
Just to possess you
Should your crime be documented,the whole world
Can't contain it, yet your place of Adobe still remains every paper's dream
Thief! You ought to be hanged for stealing our mind and thoughts,but the hanges man
Couldn't resist the pleasures and charisma you
Could be exchanged for.
In the law court should you be prosecuted for looting
Our cultural treasures and value
Judas couldn't resist the comfort you could offer him
You are the the token assassin's collect for the elimination of boredom
Am l an exception?
My sword is out of the furnace and ready for exploit
I rather pile you up or die trying
Categories:
wildebeests, 7th grade, abuse, addiction,
Form:
Free verse
Thunder rumbled
And the heavens grew dark.
Noah herded the animals
Into the ark.
From aardvarks to zebras,
From wildebeests to bats,
There were field mice and rabbits
And great jungle cats.
There were elephants and rhinos.
There were cattle and sheep.
There were creatures that wiggle.
There were creatures that creep.
But the favorite creatures,
In God's loving eyes,
Were Mrs. Noah and Noah,
Their three sons and their wives.
Categories:
wildebeests, animals, children, funny, inspirational,
Form:
There are recalls of blasting winds across my cheek.
It was during an 8 year tenure in the city by the bay.
Performance of my tasks required early morning risings,
and so many of those early mornings were also
captured, enveloped, and enriched by the fog
which was always accompanied by the fog horns,
and found me being blown by the winds off the Pacific.
Almost invariably, the sun burned off the fog by noon,
and I quickly came to realize that it was the way the city by
the bay would have its say. When we can anticipate the light
that will shine on the beautiful scenery that lies just ahead, we can
experience peace and our inner struggles and troubles begin to cease.
Neither high waters nor crocodiles can stop the migration of the wildebeests.
Rivers do not always know how their flow will be, or how many strong rapids
they will see, but the rivers will somehow find their way and run to the sea.* I tell you, they know where they are headed because they know where
they belong. Like the rivers and the wildebeests, I know that my destiny, my place of belonging, my celestial city, is just ahead. We may get harassed and hassled by many "things" along the way, but we must never cease running to the sea.
012121PS *Ecclesiastes 1:7
Categories:
wildebeests, christian, destiny, endurance,
Form:
Verse
It’s a beautiful landscape of Serengeti animal refuge,
Near a parched savannah with skeleton trees, lies a water hole,
You see a beautiful picture of animal kingdom paradise,
Elephants, zebras, Giraffes, birds, and blue wildebeests, all taking a sip.
With the sky overcast with roaming grey clouds,
The receding grass land looks yellow and dry,
Wildebeests crowd the waterhole, as elephants patiently wait their turn,
It’s the lesson for human kind, how to live with others in harmony.
Wildebeest migrate every rainy season to dry grass lands,
Crossing rivers and lakes, some of them die of drowning,
Some are eaten by crocodiles, some fell prey to tigers and lions,
Their tenacity of migration, gives us the spirit to survive in hard journeys of life.
Wildebeest knows how to share the resources wisely,
They let zebras eat the hard grass top, and they eat the soft part underneath,
They also migrate in numbers, never forgetting their friendly zebras,
Showing us that group effort with friends and family triumphs over solo journeys.
Categories:
wildebeests, animal,
Form:
Free verse
Grasslands felt them a week early,
Knew they were coming,
Heard them from many days off.
Not in a hearing way, more of a spiritual knowing.
Grasslands had keen eyes, and strong feelings,
And a magnificent vibration sensation, that felt things way ahead.
She prepared herself for their assault, it came every year.
The air was pregnant with the thought of them
Several hours before they arrived.
The Wildebeests arrived following the gentle
Rain on Tuesday. They began snorting and
Pawing. The assault on Grasslands beginning once again.
Categories:
wildebeests, 6th grade, 7th grade,
Form:
Personification
We heard their hooves twenty minutes before they appeared
stallions and mares rounding the corner of the world at break leg speed
blur of red, black and gray wild mustangs, free to roam the plains
Wyoming’s finest specimens, some sixteen hands high
giant powerful wildebeests disappeared as rapidly as they appeared.
will never forget those strained necks or those drumming hoof beat
eterea flash sight not seen by me in the next fifty-one years.
Sometimes I hear those hoofbeats in my dream, my heart leaping.
Categories:
wildebeests, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Excuse me if I come across as brusque,
but you exude a certain pungent musk,
as though you’ve grown up with the wildebeests,
or recently discovered ancient yeasts.
And so for your forgiveness, I do hope;
I really meant to stifle that last laugh.
For Christmas, I have given you some soap;
I find that it works wonders in the bath.
I also think you’ll have a better year;
in fact, I’m sure it will be quite improved
when not beset by all those rutting deer
and every other animal that’s hooved.
—————
for the Musk Poetry Contest
sponsored by Anthony Biaanco
written on 12/20/22
Categories:
wildebeests, nonsense, silly,
Form:
Couplet
From the gentle water flows and the mighty windy blows, to the weeping willow trees further down stream, to the white water rapids, rushing like wildebeests. It's where the leaves are flying steadily as birds beat a path for nesting trees before the winter. It's a large expanse and from our vantage point, we seem to be right in the center. A black bear stares in the distance calculating the danger, and refusing to be game, he moves on. In this wilderness barely touched by human kind and nowhere near being tamed, we blaze ahead on full alert as clouds roll across the horizon and night draws near. This is the home and playground of the wild and free, and we work on defying the fear because it's the home of the grazers, birds of prey, heavy meat eaters where the fittest survives and where all creatures large and small adapt as they fight for their turfs and thrive. Whether they are lillies of the valleys or grassy plains; lions, cheetahs, or crocodiles, they have but one request which is so similar to our own. Even the prarie dogs and the lizards beg to be left alone, and the born-free lives of the wilderness cry, "Let us migrate and saturate our own God-given habitats as we live and move by our own dictates, and let there be no debates; let there be nothing to discuss; just leave us the way you found us until we all return to dust".
032020PoSpCtest, Wild Country, Julia Ward
Categories:
wildebeests, freedom,
Form:
Free verse