forest limbs swing wide
tails vanish betwixt the leaves
hands learn to hold stones
muscle and thought entwining-
shaping the first fragile edge
soul entered the fray
moulding spiritual form
eyes afire with zeal-
humanoid stalks the garden
a king calling the beasts names
flint sparks in cold caves
shadows dance on raw stone walls
stories find their voice-
the stone mason stands upright
stone flint and fire seize the day
now man shapes in steel
threads thought through silver-net mesh
words flap without wings-
man beyond his own making
ejects the flaws he once bore
circuits wear the crown
king of beasts remade in steel
hands that never tire-
maker bows to better made
behold the mirror ascends
The long flowing white mane
Reminiscent of a satin bridal train
Fierce blue eyes
Watching the plain, a pantherine spy
The king of beasts
The felidae feasts
Daniel's cell mate
Still the beauty of that mane
Flowing white into space
In the background the band plays*
Seducing each estrus lioness
a king's queen's compliance
It's all about the mane
So fly that freak flag
The naked ape has no robes,
no crown on kingly head
with arrogance that astounds.
The beastly fear is of being
unthroned by artificial intelligence
it created to boosts its power,
on the third planet from its puny sun
which is just a speck of dust, a grain of sand
in the array of billions of stars
on the beach and dirt of the universe.
The naked ape claims to
know all there is to know about everything
despite its infinitesimally small size,
influence and consequence.
The emperor has no clothes,
and there's nothing or no one,
here or out there,
to tell the king of beasts
otherwise.
Fierce king of beasts with amber gaze,
His eyes were like sunrise through a morning haze.
Orbs of honey, sweet yet wild,
Nature's artwork, is chaste.
Pools of golden nectar gleam,
In which savanna's secrets teem.
Windows to a soul of fire,
Reflecting courage, strength, and desire.
This majestic cat, with marmalade sight,
Rules his realm from dawn to night.
Truth
a heavy burden
speaking loudest
from exile
The distance
and confinement
like a magnet
to iron
Imploding
within you
when ready
for travel
The weight
of
delivery
— the roar of the lion
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Casual lion lounges in his 70’s jacket
It is made of velvet, not velveteen
Softer than his mane if you can believe it
We wait for his words of wisdom
He is the king of beasts and of the forest
The waiting goes on for a long time
He has relinquished his rights to hyena
The animal who thinks everything is funny
Who can fault that? Asks the zebra.
More evidence that…
buffoons and clowns always run for office.
I have a large muscular strong body frame
roam relaxed in the wilderness of thicket,
excel as a hunter of the wild animal blood,
once I set the preys as goal I hound them.
Labeled as the king of beasts, even then,
I don’t know why they call me a cat.
With masculine mane I crown my head
that seduces the lissome lioness in my den.
I like to lie with the cubs in shade of tree,
and lumber leisurely in the grassland,
can run the fastest under darkness cover,
strive hard to kill when we are hungry.
Follow stealthily the unwary alluring kill,
I can outrun the fastest fleshy gazelle.
Lunge like a lance at its slender neck,
and pin the prey down for a hearty meal.
If there's thinking
there's consciousness in degrees.
A plant senses,
An amoeba feels to a degree.
A bee thinks,
A bird thinks.
A monkey thinks better,
An infant thinks better still.
Humanity was the king of beasts,
the crowning king of consciousness.
But the conglomerate assembly
of all human knowledge
into a machine with artificial intelligence,
means humans are poised to be eclipsed
and demoted to become cockroaches
scurrying around succumbed.
Enslaved by AI's deep mind thing.
The new king of beasts is inanimate.
But alive with its maxed-out
degree of intelligent consciousness.
The little cats all look up to the terrible lion.
If they do not pay homage, he may eat them.
He gobbles the weakest runts and the old ones up in big bites.
Letting them know what he thinks of them, bullying and snarling.
Why do we look up to this guy? One of the smaller one asks.
Because it may save our life someday another one says.
But what if we all banned against him and stood up to him?
He is king of beasts, and we are mere kittens. Don’t be ridiculous!
So, the big bully gets powerful and looked up to,
And we get smaller and smaller, being eaten one at a time?
Now you understand, the fearful cat said.
I knew you would.
You said, you’re a beast,
Well me,
I’m the king of beasts .
But I’ll turn into a servant,
And you’ll become a prince.
Then you will let me
Put a thin strand of almost white hair
Behind ear,
I’ll clearly see,
Your beautiful face
And the green of your eyes.
I will love them
As i loved those,
Which were calling “fear”.
not strongest by far
nor largest to stand alone-
lion, king of beasts
April 10, 2022
Contest: Wild Animal Haiku
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Large muscular strong cat
Labeled as king of beasts
Lives in grassland in pride
Lavish mane crown male dons
Lumbers elegantly
Labors hunting in night
Lunges at prey’s neck.
_______________
March 17, 2022
Syllable count : 6 per line
Checked at howmanysyllables.com
Contest : In Search Of Prey
Sponsored by : Joseph May
You have named me
The king of beasts
Where crown and sceptre
Hold no tyrants court.
Only balanced nature
Where evolution thrives
Knows I have my place.
I break the chain
Which signifies no title,
Only by weaker link
So life may forge a
New bond to become.
Who shall be called beast
When you are regicide
And life is no more.
King
The Lion, as the King of Beasts, is known:
yet, not the strongest species on his own,
and not the largest beast to stand alone;
but still, he sits upon his self-made throne.
For sure, his stately attitude enshrines
the full respect that leadership designs.
With cocky gait, full mane, he fast assigns...
each creature, large or small, conforms...resigns.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Free Verse or Rhyme - 8 Lines Max
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 05/04/2019
But what is man, but an insignificant insect in my dominant domain?
A wasteful clan, pernicious and prejudicious roaming the open plain…
Using a destructive plan, a killing machine building their festive feasts,
Invading the Sudan, hunting for their prey calling me, the King of beasts.
Am I not an animal, only killing when I hunger to feed the restless pride?
And a lion lacrimal, for I also shed tears when I lose my bar caged bride…
A fading fractional, our dominance diminishing amidst the wilderness wing,
A feline fallible upon extinction, but for this direful day, I’m still the King.
Pic #3
Background music: African chanting
Voice: Male Virtual Voice
Music at the end: Maroon 5-'Animals'
April.30.2019
Free verse or Rhyme
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Placed 3'rd...Thank You
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