Witchcraft fruits shrivelled gorillas' brains
Wrinkled spectral charm fire scarred apportionment
Wary growl sharp lip foretell malefactor debauchery
Overcome in jungle rummage, fur maimed
Leather crevice herbivore hand final resign
Claimed by human biscuit boned, rifle of dominance
Cunning stealth shadowed charcoal fervour obvious
Conquer given, victor's triumph misaligned
1st February
Inspiration from
Eric Duthie edited ' Wild Company '
published 1962.
Story - Gorilla Hunter by Paul de Chaillu
Eyes of a house cat
fierce, cunning as a tiger,
dominant hunter .
LeftHemisphere cultural dominance
is difficult to pedagogically say
without warm RightHemisphere nurturing
to win/win play
ecofeminist prominence
Each
and every Green EarthMother
cooperative day
Gathering in slow winds of resistance
fire circle disarray
gardening soils display
cleansing waters
repassioning souls foreplay
Singing Her circling say
"We Are Our WinWin World"
while easily dancing
this bicameral TaoWay.
The Phoenix player Chris Paul
Is crisp in shooting the ball.
She is staring thru a window
so small its hard to see;
Still, she dares to wonder,
an affair is what he seeks;
She didn't want to mate -
what she could not dominate;
If this is all he needed,
he could have let her be;
It's not fair she felt cheated -
her despair no one can see;
He didn't know that her agenda -
did include a primal seed;
Doesn't care for his opinion -
or how he dared to take the lead;
Promiscuity he claimed slated -
he turned over a new leaf;
In her youthful ignorance -
so blind she couldn't see;
It wasn't the man she needed -
it was the man who needed thee!!!
Prominent and Dominant
Plans exits that are prominent
Central in mind did become dominant
Found them to be enchanting
Several more seeds were planting
Demands to be planted were eminent.
Jim Horn
They just keep on flowing. Hard to take
my eyes off of the TV. How about you?
Refresh the eye through the moon
Pleasant color curves around
Through the body and the soul
Moon is dominant
Russell Sivey
With wings spread wide
I soar while shooting the breeze.
I am the king of a widespread sky.
The dominant winged creation.
I circle down.
The humans they run and hide.
Not understanding I am a chaperon to so
Many living things. Gosh, heavens knows,
Maybe I’m even looking for food.
The wind lifts me high and into the clouds.
The sun beams off my iridescent feathers.
They are comfortably out-stretched, at perfect angles
and catching air pockets. Shooting me through
the emptiness with ease. Everyone should be so jealous
at just how peaceful and relaxing, this is.
To soar so close to god.
To drag-fly with an aeroplane.
And at the end of the day
To duck dive at fish. Get dinner for the kids.
I have flown for miles today.
I have swooped, circled, glided, turned and dived.
My wings are tired, so now I shall rest.
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