Red, a garnet vein
Drips into the pool
A shade away from you.
You, with your quiet fangs.
Palm, turned over
My cadaver wrist spasms
Carnation sinew spilling.
My eyes of soot,
My eyes of amber,
My eyes spitting ash.
Turned over, over.
Over.
Drip.
A wet burn emerges,
And it submerges me
Right into the lake.
Tears an empty bath
Black heart staked
Tears a jaguar trap.
Gnaw, gnash, bite
Rip, claw, tear-
My eyes, my eyes.
Drip.
Drip.
Red, a garnet vanity
Bleeds into the soil
Smudged, the mirror
My face, your jaguar snare.
The jaguar, and the snail '
Rely both, on a head
And tail.'
If I was a jaguar looking for a home
weary from my long trek, and a steady roam
I would scramble up my enormous oak tree
surveying miles of prey that he could easily see
amorous jaguar
vegetation concealed
prowling the jungle
he catches a whiff
she cougar but it is fresh
he begins journey
Jump, climb, chase, and growl
A feline menace is on the prowl
Giant cats that sleep in trees
Unleashed, they just want to be free
A coat of many tricolored dots
Roaming the forest where it gets hot
When you are sitting in a tree
Way up high in the Amazon rain forest
And you turn and see amber eyes strolling toward you
Do not always assume they are the eyes of a jaguar
But if they are, jumping down will not help
They can jump down and catch you faster than you can scream
Inspiring, crescendo ... the ascension,
of myth and legend as Yaguara,
or "Death in one leap" the sleek frame, Jaguar
as if it's from another dimension.
Leopards bit spotty, but Jaguars take
a rosette form, tell-tale signs like water
that natures them. As a jungle squatter,
prey, and time of hunt, don't discriminate
their mettle. Domains--mine alone; moms play
dads too, tongues play teeth too, cubs play adult
as hunt molds age. Overcast shades result
in a Black Panther coexist display.
Imperil: human expansion collide,
... imagine our continental divide.
Out of the trees slithered a dark shadow.
As it got closer, it transformed into a big cat.
A jaguar with glowing eyes and enormous teeth.
We knew it was too late to run.
Alive to tell the tale?
Not exactly.
“Reality”
I am a Jaguar.
Brownish-yellow fur, patches of black markings
resembling of a rose.
I search for food
Stalking my prey behind trees, 5
But there are none.
I walked a million miles,
All for nothing.
Struggling to hunt
Bearing the brunt. 10
I am a sloth,
A sleepy sloth that is.
We are as cool as cucumbers
And as mellow as the color yellow.
Two-toed sloths 15
Three-toed sloths
We are all the same.
We hear trees crashing to the forest floor.
BAMM
BANGGG 20
BOOMMMM
It is not the same.
The same…it is not.
Our homes are destroyed,
Humans are overjoyed. 25
I am an Amazonian Tapir.
Related to horses and rhinoceros.
When young, white stripes and spots are visible,
Eventually fading overtime.
We are great swimmers. 30
Running into rivers
Away from predators.
Our habitat is shrinking.
I hear animals yelp for help.
Resources become scarce, 35
So do the others.
It is difficult.
Nature is a temple,
Representative of light, unity and purity.
Without change, we are doomed…including you. 40
distorted blotches
jaguar running straight toward me
i have no chance
frozen in place
i do not live to tell of
wild cat attack
jungle green wild eyes
smoky shadow softly leaps...
cooling river swim
7/23/20
For 'Haiku or Senyru' contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
cub whiskey
stream noon pebble
clam amber
I was trying to sell my 1990 Buick Reatta
To a friend of mine, Jones, who had only one daught’a.
It was for her to drive to school,
And we were meeting in Albuquerque which was our rule.
It was halfway for both of us.
Can you believe he came with a friend? That little cuss.
Not an ordinary friend, but a Jaguar, who talked.
I was so bummed out at lunch, my voice came out and squawked.
When the jaguar reached for the ketchup, his tail hit my knee.
Under the table. He said, “Sorry, I hope you will forgive me.
My friend laughed, he was nervous of course,
But so was I, thanks to this change in our course.
He and the jaguar took a test drive with me in the back.
With a bunch of allergy-producing marigolds that made me so hack!
So do you want it? When shall I deliver it? What is the date?
I asked with excitement, for I was excited, and in a weird little state.
“I’m sorry,” the Jaguar said, “But the daughter and I are going to mate.
And frankly, a V-6 is not what we are looking for. We want a V-8.”
Written and Posted on July 6th, 2019
Contest: Favorite Poem in Rhyme from July 2019
Sponsor: Julia Ward
A wealthy fool once came to me
Change it now, change it all
Change all these pipes
Sir that would be fifteen thousand
In lieu of his ego, mine came running too
Only give me a minute
Let me weigh up this dilemma
And lo! A small adjustment needs
Get the wrench and got it right
A lowly plumber with vast experience strikes
That would be all of three hundred sir
But there was no way
That he could pay
For five minutes fixed
Ah, but subsequently learned
Its immoral to leave fool with his money
And so traded in my ride
For a much quicker donkey
Accounts are easy too
Its : inky pinky ponky
A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry
'Jaguar'
Love is continuous.
Love is still.
Love is adventurous.
Love is brill.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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