Animal Extended Metaphor Poems | Examples
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DARK SYMPHONIES
Tuned frogs and crickets,
Challenging my ear’s scorings:
Last night’s symphonies:-
A DOVED SHELL
A slow-moving shell,
caboose-like crawling in peace:
Cute little turtle:-
The continuance
of our beliefs, cultures, and dreams,
remain steadfastly anchored within our children:
it's no wonder we love them so.
We assure them that the bogeyman doesn't exist
in the real world:
warning that fear can affect lives,
harden hearts, and displace love.
We teach the emergence of man
from animal to human beings.
And though young minds bristle with questions:
we help them figure out the answers on their own.
And emphasize the importance of truth:
garnering Karma from both our failures
and our successes.
We introduce them to faith:
where compassion and forgiveness flourish,
fueled by hope and God's eternal love.
And we pray, when we pass Life’s baton to them:
our children, like ourselves,
will carry on, as ambassadors of love.
A Cornered Rat
No matter what the enemy’s might.
The smallest of beasts will stand and fight.
Whether a cat or a mighty bear.
Confront him only if you take care.
For a cornered rat will stand and fight.
No matter what the enemy’s might.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
clouded omens across code
the objective fact of the atmosphere here
starves even the most modest
ambitions of fish outside their home waters
journey of yearning mundane
day-glow gradients of green
scales gasping
toward the summit
regret etched in the eyeball
a penumbra casting its subtle shadow
lips rest in swags of exhausted lassitude
beleaguered
by their own bland arguments
against the reality
hung above a feckless mountainside face up
blind to the gallows scaffold
too much air in the jagged aspiration
of escape
the breathless canvas of a departing day
An isolated silhouette grows
amongst cowering greens as
an aimless impression yonder
trace mimicking lifeless postures.
Outlines vanish from the capture
as that raises a different outcome,
yet the instinctive mingling seems
to handily host its surroundings.
An uncomfortable challenge awaits
the undaunted souls whose remapping
and charting of the intriguing stranger
that disarms their unused weapons.
A laid-out weave of strong fibers and
the jungle gifts neatly covers it as a
large freshly killed Peccary lies in the
middle. Woosh! Snarls the elusive one!
in the surreal solemnity of nature
a solemn ant colony
passes in a funeral-like
procession
carrying bits of crumbs
and one of their own…
a lone ballooning spider
ceases his kiting
and hovers in mid-air…
hanging from its button
a chrysalis evicts
its metamorphosed tenant…
across the way
waddling mallards
halt oncoming traffic…
in a distant field
goats satisfy bulging cuds
with sweet chewed grasses…
one-by-one the solemn ants
descend a volcanic-like hole
of a huge temple-like mound…
as if descending a grave
the setting sun slowly sinks
below the horizon:
bidding a golden hued adieu….
*Image of Harvest Mouse by KK News.
In Naught Out Wins Love
Prime blooms tryst dawns dew
midst steel spires vaunts vaults blue
save roots points of view
wrought grounds too firm to gauge through
yields sound replete for that shrew
2021 September 04
hyenas don’t laugh
for nothing…
wrinkled elephant skin
is grayed with preserving
purpose unseen…
the surviving strength
of fire ants—who though not
born black—have a pretty
good idea of what’s it like…
oh this may sound
like nonsense to you
with sensitized sense
questioning it all…
to me, it’s all
allegorical messaging:
give some thought
to a beehive
hanging from a tree…
1
Rain for weeks
bruised October.
The burden of bitter
air spewed from the
drain of my swollen yard.
Already the birds had turned
to pirates.
I saw the night let
a blind rag wing dive
from a tree into the rapids
of a sidewalk,
rolling, crumbling like a
mad leaf.
2
The afternoon had cleared
and isolated my yard in
cold light.
Wet death had made no
ceremony for the rigid
squirrel.
Murky death had stolen
its eyes.
Hard death had robbed
the squirrel. I rolled
the item in newspaper.
Thoughtless death into
the trash bag
with Styrofoam and Reynolds Wrap.
3
Living wavered
on a matchstick.
On an evening some
flickering things were
extinguished.
Enchanted Forest
Dedicated To Ms. Jersey
Enchanted Forest telling a beautiful story to me,
as I was walking Ms. Jersey there.
My, what a grand gesture,
they were telling, too!
The leaves flowing slightly in harmony,
with the winds.
Each one of them, giggling as I stepped further.
Mother Nature gave a kiss,
of sweet cooing,
from the morning doves.
The trees saying hey; don't forget about me,
as I walked past; touching each, while we,
continuing along our walk.
I stopped to look back at them all; they each,
waving by leaf.
Mother Nature has her mind, and it's well-accepted,
in my heart.
As Ms. Jersey and I; "Danced in the Forest of Enchantment."