Call Of The Wild Poems - Poems about Call Of The Wild

callous the call of ---the LIVE persons lives to die flesh so body yet spirit soul lives on forever decay and rot flesh disintegrates flesh so body yet ---the persons lives to so die callous the call of 12/12/23 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023© ...

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Last night as the sun went down I heard the highway call Distant echoes soul astir the leaves not quite yet fall Last night that voice cried out again from places far away And like before my feet unsure —of what my heart will say (Dreamsleep: July, 2023)...

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I heard the call of the wild It bewildered me and chilled my body Closed my mind filled Filled me with uncertainty I am entrapped in my own village I have been lapsed Fell! Fallen to the tillage digging up dirt Nature's worth 11/24/21 Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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hardy timothy, beware of me ~ for I am out to trample thee...

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We know about wolves and dogs and their instincts. And we're all somehow genetically linked. What's the human's call? Something we don't think about at all... We want to be noticed or seen. Without knowing this, this is our routine....

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Deep within the forest wind across the mountains steep The waves that don't sleep don't rest atop the briny deep The shadows always calling the wilderness that pleas The dreams in which you wake up falling the fear that makes you freeze The force that crawls within your mind ever since you were a child The urge to fly, leave your own kind to answer the...

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As the crow flies 'Cross the teal skies And the moon dines On the night As the dog howls Across the town And the last cloud Fades from sight As the darkness breaks And your skin Crawling with the evening ghosts starts to freeze When the moon has turned to blood And darkness feasts on the sun I'll be calling you, calling you Madness I'll be calling for you, calling for you Insane! Well...

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Swifter than dawn to dusk He runs, his body fluid with the transition of night. His silver fur glistening in the pale moonlight. Whining he paws the ground Searching for the familiar smell. She stands hidden in the dense foliage. Her eyes tucked behind a camera lens. Waiting for the perfect pose To catch the essence of the wild. Capturing the king...

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Jack London's Call of the Wild First brought to our attention in the year 1903 by a name that somehow jolts illusive memory but how can we recall something so long ago when we were never born, how then could we know? Perhaps nature revealed the need to study more black wolves upon our land reaching on to shore or was it...

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The forest wilderness calls when autumn arrives, It is the call of the wild beckoning to me; Of brilliant foliage across open swaying meadows, Of the ducks seeking food in reflecting rippling water. Their plumage magnificent in the sunshine, I like to hike the forest trails where...

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My house bound kitty sits beside the tightly closed back door. I cannot let him out for fear he may come home no more. Bold coyotes watch our country home for any chance of seeing an unwary duck or chicken or any warm blooded being. My neighbor's cats were slaughtered right in front of her startled eyes. So I have to turn unhearing ear to his...

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I envy those living as part of the wild For I too, once heeded its call A smoldering ember since I was a child Urge, and belonging all part of the thrall. I’ve enjoyed the fresh taste of a sparkling stream Felt the tremble as you push through your fear Stood high on a peak admiring Gods scheme Felt both delight and...

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Being as wild as wild comes, he came and Tucked his weary head INTO MY BED! My, what fun...

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Canis Lupis, your silver coat’s, light Reflected by moonlight’s eerie glow, Sheds glimpses of you in hunt of night With your pack in quiet stealthy show. The mystery in your feral song Enchants the heart of this solemn soul, As the pack chimes in to sing along; To feed your young, swells your lofty goal. Respected by the Native people Who knew you helped...

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Wild are the free ones Freedom's no place for the timid The free ones live wildly And the Wild has no limits Fighters are the free ones Never squelching what they've earned Rising from the ashes Of the broken dreams they've burned The free ones live loudly Freedom doesn't whisper Not concerned who sees or hears Free functioning transistors The wild ones live freely Despite...

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