Life is a journey through darkness.
It contains many lessons and challenges,
Where mornings can be difficult.
We do not eat fish every day;
We often spend hungry nights.
We want education but have no money,
Yet we ask for the things the rich possess.
They do not understand our poverty,
Which today resembles slavery.
We dream of touching wealth,
As if birds could kill lions.
In our dreams we enjoy life,
Building beautiful houses,
As if owls worked during the day.
Then we wake up and see nothing,
Thinking that robbers have come
And stolen our yellow flowers.
Heartache has become a habit,
Filled with endless worrying thoughts.
Horses are nowhere to be seen;
We are forced to walk all day,
Sleeping on riverbanks,
Like broken horses
Haunted by evil,
Which ruins their entire lives.
Prowling the estate
Seeking a mate
Thinking he was great
Royal Birkdale could not wait
For his date
When the lioness arrived
Honestly Royal Birkdale tried
Thinking the lioness was going to be his bride
Opening the door
Letting out a roar
Exclaiming, "Amor Amor"
She pranced
A dance
Making Royal Birkdale turn red
Many said
Time passed
Lioness tail swung fast
Letting a lot go
Wanting to know
Where things are
In their relationship, so far
Being a future King
He purchased an honorable ring
Shiny and bright
Just right
"You are my Queen
A dream"
Lioness pondered and peered
"I love you dear"
Allowing cubbies to magically appear
Giving Royal Birkdale much pride
That could never be denied
As the sun set
Royal Birkdale will never forget
What he has in life
A loving family and committed wife
Roar loud, leone.
Watch closely.
Watch and witness the lion's new fangs.
This icky mud covered world is all I know.
You’ve told me nothing,
What do I need to silence you?
I’ve found those answers.
Don’t you dare get in my way.
If you interfere,
I will salt the wound.
I think you’re confused,
There is no group.
I don’t team up with anyone.
This is how I live,
hear me?
With fangs of a lion.
This is the difference—
between your resolve and mine.
Bronze in the dawn they move,the proud and free,
their manes ablaze with Africa's first fire.
Each pawstep falls with the weight of prophecy-
lords of the dust,born of hunger and desire.
-
They do not kill for sport or applause,
but by the eternal decree of their bones.
Their eyes-two suns that know no laws-
burn where wilderness guards its ancient thrones.
The veldt trembles ; silence kneels before their thread,
their breath perfumes the carcass and the bloom,
They are the memory of the unaccounted dead,
and the hymn of kingdoms without tomb.
Let man look at them and learn again
that power is not greed,and rule is pain.
"A Soldier's Prayer"
Could I...
Make it right for them?
Should I...
Take the fight to them?
When I...
Pray it stands for them,
Then I...
Lay my hands on them.
But I...
Save no strife for them,
Cuz I...
Gave my life for them.
Grass-eating animals are their favorite food
Lions don’t eat carnivores, they are not in the mood
When they devour the tasty stomach of their prey
They can stay healthy one more day
lazy
lions
lie
in a
ludicrous
lair
&
laugh
their way
to the
banal
bestial
bank
Lions don't barks
They roar
Always active and focus
Ready to take action at any time
They set eyes on a prey or an attacker.
Lions don't relent
They go furiously and fearlessly
After what they want or need
No matter the recklessness.
In the game of life
Be the lion
Pursue your dreams relentlessly
Go after all you want or need
Slowly and steady without hesitation
If you're afraid of failure
You won't begin.
Syria, unshackled by the three crimson stars, twinkling so free
Yearning for so long, for the green field, the future to be
Ripping off the blood-stained past of every sin and atrocity
In his strength, he made the lions and they dynasty flee
And they, the Guardians of the Syrian Homeland, became free
This is our town, this place we share
we’ve got lions, on our town square
old mills, big hills and Smithills Dean
no frills, aside from our home team
Rivington if you want fresh air
You’ll not find many millionaires
but dreams survive, with wear and tear
for what could be, or should have been
This is our town
London’s alright, but can’t compare
with Bolton where, I much prefer
Ye Olde pasties, Holden’s ice cream
Moss Bank Park and moorlands of green
why would I want to live elsewhere?
This is our town.
For this you see I'm falling asleep;
On these the golden fields;
Beneath the sun above the clouds;
Silent rises beset noise;
Congregational life praise hands loud;
Dawning glories burdens poise;
Shouts of jubilee roars;
Like a lion on his prowl;
Nursing timid giraffes soars;
Leap forth over gall they scowl;
==Jungle path nature grazing
Sun bright shine in lions hazing--
lions are choosy about whom they eat
they do not consider carnivores much of a treat
they might kill you, but they do not want your meat.
grass-eating animals are the only ones they intend to eat.
lions
pride of savanna
devours meat
at last feeling contentment
lions
Its the slight waft of rotting flesh
That first hits you
While the smartly dressed
Smiling warden ushers you in,
Through narrow turnstiles
There are rows of enclosures
A maze of them, a maze of the wild
Its like a snapshot of danger
A dangerous predator-laden savanna
Danger enclosed
Lions...
You will hear their shouting matches
Royal majestic roars
Like cage competitions
Even the females join in
While one stares you down
Sizing you up
Like a piece of flesh
(Well come to think of it...)
Some males lie down
Nonchalant
Amidst the noise
The leopard paces in its enclosure
Waiting for its daily ration
While the young buffalo
Grazes nervously,
Its enclosure next to the lions
They have emergency exits
Just in case...
You will spot a Serval cat
A croc, bored
And nervous rare Sokoke cats
Terribly out of place...
Oh boy, did my lions roar
They kept knocking at the door
Wouldn't quit or go down
To me, they're the best around
Putting Tampa's team on the floor
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