Best Wolves Poems
Take me into the realm of your midnight dreams awakening sleep
Bring us to a higher level far away from misery and despair
Where waves through oceans are kissed by a salted breeze blowing
A place where mind can fly upon strong waves, straight lines on white sheets
Trembling currents grasp one breathless moment holding time
No one will not lead us, even if it blows up to storm force gale
Circle of twilight's halo under magic spells cast breathing fire starbursts
Stars living on self produced energy under horizon's steps forward
A mirror reflection of a faraway kingdom reflecting of the sun
Faced with light internally stored faithful mercy yields
We call life a mystery unforgettable the words of faith, hope and love
Crowning angels you came before me a queen
Defeating the dragons and fighting wolves from preying sacrifice
We find a personal point of common ground held in between world's
Viewing life as the canvas we paint upon our memories
29.04.2017
(Unrhymed tercets)
A Collaborated Poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Each of us have two wolves living inside us
One wants to eat burritos
and watch horror movies.
The other wants to walk about
in its underpants all day
snacking on cheetos between long naps.
The wolf that thrives is the one
who lives on with diabetes while the other
dies of a heart attack.
There are those engaged in pedagogy
To facilitate the drip... drip... drip
Of poison to accost a child's ear.
Maneuvering with glee and juicy decadence...
Sequestering all they say and hear.
Filled with righteous indignation
And a blind sanctification to their cause.
They pervert both judge and jury...
Twisting truth with sainted claws.
Under a veil of woeful ignorance...
They molest and kink impeccant minds.
When pressed to divulge their scribblings...
They graciously decline.
'You've not the right!' They blindly scream.
'Your fear and doubt is blatantly absurd.
We are gentle shepherds of our flock...
But you'll just have to take our word.'
For far too long we've abdicated our
Responsibility to these purveyors of disruption.
As they've repackaged long failed ideologies...
Fattening our children for destruction.
Nothing good comes from darkness
Except mushrooms and a willingness to deceive.
And proselytizing children like some fungi...
Seems unnecessarily naive.
These predators, race-baiters and gangsters
Are akin to an unruly cockroach in the night.
They happily go about their sordid business
Till someone dares to shine a light.
If you refuse to rise and shine that light...
Then we be back where this began.
But there are still foxes in the chicken-coop...
There be wolves among the lambs.
The End
*Follow my cartoon at Webtoon Bob's your uncle
*Pedagogy: -the principles and methods of instruction.
-the activities of teaching.
He stands on the slippery crag of Simon’s Seat
has done since time became tradition
from the Lupus a call to the Luna moon
howling at the illuminant of the night.
His descendants thrash the poignant air
a reminder of a fear once gone, forgotten
yet, today there are many still hold them fair
but it is the moon that drives the begotten.
© Harry J Horsman 2018
My brave son of seven is leaving!
to spar with military jaws.
And I repeat, Lycurgis taught me these three laws:
to keep the wolves away: if I say three words today,
may they be concise and may they be brief-
"Equality, austerity, and military pay."
And stole my son at seven, a Thief.
Equality lives in every mothers' grief;
-' my son the soldier is fit and neat.'
Austere and upright, conditioned to bow and beat.
Yet, I remember seven years ago
his curls when I bore him to breast,
and fed him into a peaceful rest.
In the dark haze before sunrise, I awake to work.
Weave my sandals tight and high on my calves;
My tunic, short and stark, unadorned and Spartan.
I draw water from the well and bake the bread in halves.
One for me and one for him, to reconcile my every sin.
D.Goodman
Laconic contest
- Fight With Dragons And Wolves -
Take me into the realm of your midnight dreams awakening sleep
Bring us to a higher level far away from misery and despair
Where waves through oceans are kissed by a salted breeze blowing
A place where mind can fly upon strong waves, straight lines on white sheets
Trembling currents grasp one breathless moment holding time
No one will not lead us, even if it blows up to storm force gale
Circle of twilight's halo under magic spells cast breathing fire starbursts
Stars living on self produced energy under horizon's steps forward
A mirror reflection of a faraway kingdom reflecting of the sun
Faced with light internally stored faithful mercy yields
We call life a mystery unforgettable the words of faith, hope and love
Crowning angels you came before me a queen
Defeating the dragons and fighting wolves from preying sacrifice
We find a personal point of common ground held in between world's
Viewing life as the canvas we paint upon our memories
29.04.2017
A Collaborated Poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
unrhymed tercets
The Wolves Cry to the Moon
The majestic moon mounts the evening sky
As the wondering wolves begin their cry
A beguiling bondage they cannot escape
Haunting harmonies of this seductive scape
The moon appears within a howling glow
The wolves prepare for their bellowing blow
The dance of destiny echoes thru Valleys view
And thus fades away upon mornings' dew
The moon mellows as the wolves retreat
And the landscapes linger for next they meet
The moon mourns their shortened stay
As the wolves vent and venture another day.
Aug.05.2018
Wolves and the Moon
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
N/A for contest
Come brother wolf,
I call to you from
the depths of my soul...
Spectre of light
in this dark world;
unchained glow
in midnight hour...
Come, pay homage
to siblings
slaughtered,
for political gain.
Those who tip
the fragile balance
will pay;
we will watch
from the ever after.
We are wolves
we guard the trees
who bleed oxygen.
Those who massacre us..
starve their own lungs.
They forget
that we are wolves
and because of us
they thrive.
The master of my wolves was so trusty
and so very good at his job,
without him my pack, unmentored,
would have run wild, but they never did,
my packmaster had them well in hand.
I don’t know where they are now,
my canines that I loved so much,
they disappeared when he died
in the jaws of less civilised wolves,
not a well behaved unit like mine.
Mine might have left in disgust, not fear,
at that shamelessly savage new lot.
A pack that I’ve never seen
left only enough of my wolfmaster
that I knew that they were his remains,
but worse than his untidy remains
they left a note, callous, gloating.
‘Haha – We Ate Your Master Of Wolves –
Sincerely – The Wolves.’
I worry that they’ll huff and puff
and pick my front door lock
and consign me to the same fate
as my trusty master of canines,
I hear them at night, sometimes near.
I knew him well enough to know
that he was an excellent pack leader
and he was definitely the master
of my dearly loved wolves,
but I can’t account for those wolves.
8th November 2018
Wolf mama here.
howling
taking care of business
feeding my cubs
tearing apart others
seeing them as food
Wolf mama here
cubs see me as playful
i can be
the hidden mom of me
well tucked-in when
the time comes
to turn other creatures
into food.
Wolf mama here
warning i am wise
and stealthy and
when i take a prisoner
it is for good
cubs gotta eat
hear the howling?
Wolf mama here
Your dog has an indispensable dispatch,
a critical communique.
Are you listening?
Your dog is howling at sirens,
annoying all your neighbors.
Have you noticed?
Your dog’s evolutionary chain from wolves,
a prescriptive instinct.
Are you appreciating?
Your dog’s howling though, is much more,
the opening of a primordial door,
the call to a roaming distant pack,
a whining ballad to wilder tribe crying back.
Your dog prays to something larger than himself,
and because you are leading the pack,
it includes you.
This then, a necessity to survive.
This then, the most fundamental meaning
of God!
Your dog is howling at sirens.
Listen to your dog!
Are in disguise
Working on our children's demise.
In our houses and on our streets
They give our children horrible treats.
The wolves lie of course
We're only parents what do we know? We talk until
We're hoarse.
Don't listen, look, or even try
Or you could be the next one to die.
The wolves are smart they know what to chit chat
And to tat
Webs that are children are walking in to at a fast pace.
My tears I can't erase
I will never see your face
Or feel your embrace
The only thing I could do was give you a resting place.
Uncontrolled lustful defiling, dirty and inciting
The profaning of holy sanctuary
Wolves amongst gentle lambs
The greedy and money hungry
The un-sharing and un-caring
Deceitful with, 10% truth and 90% untruths.
These are itching ear promoters, abusers and users.
If the money were gone, they would be gone also.
Drawn, as the turning tides
Wolves look to the Moon,
Soon all howl in unison
In plaintive, lunar croon.
An emotion, primal in it's form
It touches us inside,
If we but felt the depths of it
We too, may have cried.
through shadowed pines and drifting snow
a silver ghost moves soft and slow
eyes like embers, burning bright
a watcher in the frozen night
the moonlight carves his silhouette
a fleeting shape, a whispered threat
not of malice, nor of hate
but of a world that seals its fate
his voice, a song upon the air
a mournful cry, a hunter’s prayer
echoing through hollow stone
calling kin, yet left alone
wild and free, yet chased, betrayed
by hands that fear what won’t obey
but still he runs, through dark, through light
the untamed heart, the soul of night