The wise old owl with an eagle eye,
Who spied a blackbird as it flew by
The vulture could smell the decay
Of the carnage killed that day
Flesh and blood ooze from the prey
Of bodies and carcases on display
The hungry vulture swooped,
To join other vultures in the group
Squabbling over a piece of meat
Although there was plenty left to eat
These greedy birds ate and ate,
Not caring for the dreadful fate,
Of the birds of prey
As long as they fulfilled their need to eat
It was only then they flew away.
Categories:
carcases, 10th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Graves opened their arms for their lives,
when their mothers cry for their lives,
the lives that paid for our freedom.
Inexorable was the spilling of blood,
tormenting was the fetid of carcases,
when the life of a man was reduced to inferiority,
yes, so inferior their death was a cough.
But lo! South Africa saw the dawn,
when the day 27 April came,
wiping away all the indentations
left behind by the regime.
We celebrated,
when the rays of its sun melted the chains of oppression,
we celebrated,
when fear became afraid of our unity,
yes, we celebrated,
when freedom gave back to South Africa its beauty,
the beauty we call,
a rainbow nation.
Happy freedom day South Africa.
Categories:
carcases, celebration,
Form: Free verse
Within the simple heartbeat prowls a spell
Which hunts a tender cage in which to dwell
To resonate its richness: share its thrall
And claw dank loneliness from chosen voids.
It is a predator, and rest assured
Creature for which we pine is just as fell
As any carnivore of which they tell:
For mercy not in repertoire at all.
It strikes in seedy club and idyll dell
And tears internal organs, hope smoke-cured,
From bloody carcases as once it buoyed
Such viscera on optimistic swell.
It’s not that beast will drag all hearts to hell;
It merely rings for “self” that last death knell.
Categories:
carcases, allusion, assonance, feelings, hurt,
Form: Canzone
When God declared man the master
of creation
I don't think he said
Go and kill everything that breathes
All I see is carcases of elephants
And rhinos
And a.million tusks being burnt to
ashes
Hunters with arrows for buffalo
meat
Poachers with rifles shooting
ranchers
For ivory
For export to Vietnam
And farmers chopping trees
For charcoal
And expansive cropping
Dried up streams
And empty skies
No strong roots to stop erosion
anymore
No wild berries for birds anymore
Where did all the green go?
Who stole our animals from the
zoo?
How many trees did you plant this
year?
I see El Nino storms,
Is that Mother Earth dropping a
tear?
Is she grieving
At the cruel hand of man's
exploitation?
Categories:
carcases, environment
Form: Elegy
Rigors of weary battle long abated
The haze and smoke linger; the
fallen obfuscated
Ignominiously deposited; in death's
unseemly clutches graded
Gradually emanating from the
debacles' debris taut, ghastly forms
emaciated
Battle's residual fodder on spent
ground masqueraded
With the accoutrement's of nature
and nurture now attenuated
Unrequited carcases posthumously
paraded
Only the malingering sun palls the
hulls now jaded
At dusk, dark shadows girdle the
remnants of slaughter dated
Anon, with the eery sounds of
bewitching night serenaded
Death's awning a patchwork of
gleaming stars cascaded
By bleary, mortal shadows in
quilted tents shaded
Waiting for morn's truce, their valor
with honor to be equated
Categories:
carcases, war
Form: Monorhyme
My son, speaking like a true griot,
A body of things rejected
By the sinister profile of language
Spoke one clear prophecy to the riot's
Heart, before he from this world was ejected
He named the bagage
He carried unbowed in his lineage
But did not name the bird
With the cold and ominous plumage,
Now I wonder if he heard
That after his hope was long deferred
He is waiting in sleep for a better world.
I saw the feathers of the bird
A vulture sifting the sky
Over swelling carcases, it was all
The hurrican had left.
My son has left more bereft
Than thousand debacles that this day palled,
But I will read his last poem again
Against the cancer of this pain.
Categories:
carcases, political, bird, bird, cancer,
Form: Free verse
Free range kitchen; cherished pets all around
In adjoining rooms animistic shrines abound
No clucking, cackling pens we'll hound
But residual carcases we'll gladly impound
A docile harvest plucked from the ground
No pork butts, rump roasts, filets to astound
Only our bleating hearts with consciences tightly wound
Thankfully a Speckled goose cannot be bound
With spindly greens our pristine figures we'll round
With a large caldron of bloody beets our carniverous friends confound
Replace the Carolina turkey with a tofu gam
No Picnic ham only Vegetarian Spam
Cancel the Giblet gravy; with spicy curry our imitations drown
A hearty Lentil soup; bouillon not a gram
Categories:
carcases, animals, devotion, food,
Form: Rhyme
Last seen in the forest
These sisters three
Sightings in the Nordic region
Ice masses in melting spree
Glaciers that roamed
Like reindeer herds
Their speed of demise
Had never been heard
Lowlands in countries
Lost to the mass
Populations shifting
Like herds on the grass
Climates changing
Overnight
The dangers out there
The worlds in blight
Floods encroaching
Power Stations
Blackouts throughout
Many nations
Events are happening
All the world over
These sisters three
In their evil of clover
The waters rise
As many animals drown
Diseased neighbourhoods
In our cities and towns
Carcases floating
Bloated, infested
The might of the right
Once again to be tested
For many generations
The world is in fight
Once again we unite
To turn black into white
First part was " Their Ritual in the Forest "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy4.php
Categories:
carcases, fantasyworld,
Form: Rhyme
Along
a freedom trail,
lost opportunities-
white carcases of yesterday's
concepts.
Categories:
carcases, philosophy, political,
Form: Cinquain