There’s an animal park
A half-hour away
Where we went, for the first time,
With Henry today.
I was skeptical, but
It was worth what we paid,
For meandering paths
Lined with trees giving shade,
Led to animals you’d
Not expect to be there.
There were lions and tigers
And more than one bear.
We saw tortoises, emus
And gators and skinks,
Ponies, monkeys, giraffes
And chinchillas (no minks).
Varied tropical birds,
Porcupines, foxes, sheep,
Pumas, jaguars and vultures,
With many asleep.
Still, we strolled and enjoyed
Creatures far from each lair,
Likely wondering how
They had ended up there.
Alligators with stiff necks and jaws
Boars roaming and munching without trimmed claws
Cats that nap all the time
Dogs that snap overtime
Elephants of trumpet, splash and bow
Foxes gekker, gnash and chow
Goats that rap, blitz and bleat
Hares hop with furs so neat
Iguana with spikes and protective tail
Jaguars of the cat world that rarely wail
Kiang of the wild and meadows
Loris of the night without pillows
Mongoose of bravery and viper's nemesis
Nandu of strong femoris
Olms of the cave and false mimesis
Pikas of the puff world
Quokka of the smiley world
Red fox of historical Ethiopia
Storks that bring luck in utopia
Tapirs of animated and mythical world
Uakari of the New World
Vicuna of long eyelashes
Wallaby, big foot of dashes
Xeme of the gully world
Yarri of the lost world
Zebras that play chess and checkers
Animals of the nutty world
Carnivals of naughtiness
Festivals of display and vivaciousness
Intestinal relief of the blessed world
(Prosebite)
ants prancing
buffalo dancing
cheetahs eating
ducks defeating
elephants shaking
frogs quaking
giraffes spying
hyenas high-fiving
iguanas slithering
jaguars quivering
kangaroos jumping
llamas lumping
monkeys screeching
newts over-reaching
octopus laying
platypus playing
quails running
rodents sunning
salamanders sneaking
tigers freaking
unicorns dreaming
vultures screaming
walrus waxing
x-ray tetras faxing
the lush thick Amazon jungle is teeming with life
jaguars are quickly becoming endangered
as is the pink river dolphin and the giant otter
sadly, hunters have taken most of them out
the rivers and streams of the Amazon host millions of species
many of them have not yet been identified by scientists
these animals may not exist any where else in the world.
The Amazon is a unique home for aquatic animals.
the forest canopy resonates with the cries of howler monkeys
answering bird calls come into play in the form of whistles and chirps
was that a zebra finch? It might be, or the whine of insects
The Amazon is an experience you will find nowhere else, ever.
jumble of juicy jaguars justified
kicking kangaroo king’s left side
looking lovely ladies in waiting lied.
making merry mischief, feeling mystified
nervous nymphets getting a gentle glide
onset of ordinary outstanding ocelot who can barely abide
perfectly persnickety penguins parading patriot pride
quizzing querulous quails quacking for their leader has died
random rapscallions responding to a rip-roaring ride
savorless scatterbrained scribes on sister Susie’s side
tantalizing tigers teasing juicy jaguars about the upcoming tide.
all automatic alligators arrive arrogantly
barely behave beautifully but brazenly
carousing with creepy cruddy crocodiles
desperately denying despicable wiles
effectively expediting expediency
forever forsaking fruit flies who flee
glaring at grazing gritty grouses
hijacking horrific herbivore’s handy houses
igniting ingenious iguanas in I-o-Way
jubilantly joining jerky jaguars along the way
kibitzing kinesthetic killers from Zion
lollygagging like lively luxurious mountain lions
marvelously marking multitude of mini monkeys
notoriously noting nefarious nodules of displease
ostentatiously opening overt outages in Oregon
providing panda putrid prey Paul just spit on
quarrelsome quicksand quail
rapidly reading registered mail
saying sassing sentences swiftly
turning terrific tarantulas toenails thickly
utilizing underwater undercurrents down under
verifying valid villans' voluptuous plunder
with wild willingness and witchy wonder
‘xacting ‘xactly ‘xtreme ‘xestentialism supreme
yelling youngster’s yips on front of the queen
zinging zealous zealots into zebras galore
end of this abcedarian poem, there is no more.
giants and monsters
walking the Earth
in rock art
dogs
jaguars
turtle
frogs
and probably a butterfly
snakes
feared
worshiped
revered
carved geometry
an oracle
a long lost ancient culture
the fabled gold of El Dorado
legendary
discovering treasure
a thousand rock art carvings
artistic heritage
from antiquity
Facing global warming and climate change,
endangered species will die off on Earth.
Yet, folks don't seem concerned: I find that strange
since we're all linked to this planet from birth.
Whales may never swim our oceans again:
while reefs are at the point of no return.
And we're losing vital links in life's chain,
as Earth's glaciers melt, and its forests burn.
Tigers, jaguars, panthers, and leopards,
all the big cats, are doomed to disappear.
For ranchers and hunters, keep culling them,
and their numbers are decreasing each year.
On sea bottoms, where trawlers weren't banished:
like a magician; all life has vanished.
Joyful, Jubilant, Lovely Life, Lauding Jazz, Leading Lessons, Likes Jacksonville Jaguars.
Scrub deserts, farm fields, rainforests, woodlands,
let's question where our next breed will succeed,
by sidewinder snakes and kit fox badlands,
or jaguars, green anacondas need,
then black bears, wild boars, and, bats, or that bat,
till there's cows, pigs, goats, and then there'll be sheep.
This would be their home, and that would be that.
A time when wrists were stars, beneath they sleep.
Save for the one John called the Good Shepherd,
who's constant as the stars that compliment
their coexistence, e'er brightly peppered,
no sleep or time be mankind's argument.
John's Good Shepherd, Paul's Great Shepherd, the same,
Christ the Redeemer, Bless His Holy Name.
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.
The garlands of Purple Heart's--lifespan 'twas
whilst mutuals courses' like facial scarves,
Earth, Moon, poise Theda, be all silent stars,
pray solemn moments like stealth jaguars.
Twilight unveils some gentler theme from me
postures a unified bestilled embrace.
'Neath a unique spotlight of afterglows grace,
thus thy footprints bare none e'er so gently.
Alight butterfly rest on a finger,
hushed spilled words persuades a whimsical breeze.
A star brightens midnight, airlocked deep freeze,
cradling Devil's Hour as demons linger.
Luna rights a bottled balm of leisure
surrounds cast fawning more pain and pleasure.
After stepping out of the forest river,
the jaguar’s dripping.
So subtle, the drops, so clear, they nearly disappear.
The painting looks real, but the frame is too small
to depict the mass - don’t tempt your safety with touch.
Funny, the puddle that forms on the art place floor.
A slippery slope to instigate an investigation. Instead,
carefully slide your feet and plant them beside the vegetation.
The jaguar might look the other way. He sees his next victim
approaching, encroaching, crouching, couching his fear.
The curious fellow touches wet paint…
and just like that, he ain’t…
Every morning, I flee the toxic effervescence of cities,
Where no one controls his thought, that of the birds
Where people mate in the thousands,
Without knowing what they will do, without love,
Where one is more tired in a day than in a week,
I flee with my reason, I flee with my heart,
With the determination of a South American poet,
I flee the violence of all hypocritical looks,
That of thoughts, insults behind imaginary masks,
I flee the toxic effervescence of the city,
Where Mexican jaguars are caged,
Where trees are slaves of men,
And artists slaves to appearances,
This city that flees the landscapes like ferocious animals,
She flees the poetry and calm of the centuries-old gardens,
This city flees Berlioz and Sibelius, Debussy, Dante,
To worship David Bowie or Prince,
The new gods of electricity, pop art,
This city abandons the mechanics of rivers, to poets alone,
I flee the bustle of the cities, By love, by wisdom,
Out of love for a happy princess,
Waiting for me to sing the renewal of the indomitable rivers,
And I am at last away from the deafening mirrors. Beauty.
Was it his destiny to die in that sleeping bag
curled up like an infant in the womb
unnoticed, unseen
undiscovered for days
until others found the odor of death disagreeable
more obscene than the circumstances
that led him there under that overpass
where those who happen to have been born
to the right people
were in the right place
at the right time
to be seen by those who crown
modern kings and queens
drive by in their Corvettes and Jaguars
to private parties where they’ll drink
from fountains of champagne
and the best bourbon
rubbing elbows with the other elite
stroking each other’s egos until they ******
making deals worth millions
in a world where the rest of us don’t exist
who struggle not to end up on the streets
to die alone as he did
Perhaps he would have been among them
had his parents had money to smooth his path
to educate him in elite private schools
take him to the theatre and the ballet
to hear orchestras play stirring symphonies
been shown beauty instead of brutality
Had he been graced with a handsome face
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