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I was a casserole bride
Everything I made was
A casserole, out of
Left-overs, other foods
I could not stand
To get rid of food,
To waste it.
Today I am
A bit more thoughtful
Knowing the raccoons
And the feral cats
Are waiting for
Something wonderful
To land in the dumpster
Has helped me release
My need to eat it all
I throw a lot of bread
And crackers out now too,
For the birds.
And I dump old carrots and
Dried up pieces of celery in
The yard for the deer
And the bunnies.
The neighbor thinks we have
Bobcats now
Because she
Said “all of the bunnies
Have left.
I do not dare tell
Her that I have
Lured them all
To my yard, for
Fear she will
Demand them
Back.
The cats' chatoyant eyes reflected fear
As the darkness of night penetrated
Everything, even small lamp that's near
The fear grew as the dogs snarled and hated
The dark fog shrouded woods did not draw one
Come, come into this inviting dark place
Sit stay no these woods say run quickly son
Drawn adventurous person to this space
Where cat's chatoyant eyes reflected fear
Noises from screech owls, coyotes, and bobcats
Rule the night with the dark woods very near
Drawn called come here to where flight of bats
Stirs the cool damp night's air and shadows creep
Filled with eyes, sounds, stirrings of animals
And menacing things, sounds of peeps, stirring feet
Only brave can enter for this could be fatal
Well, are you brave?
Was written for PD contest that closed
They told me, "Leave Brooklyn, find the green,"
"Head upstate, change the scene,"
Nature's arms open wide,
So I took that long Amtrak ride.
I knew there were bobcats, I knew there was bear
So I took my pit-bull Chewbacca, any bear would beware
His last victim was a carjacker on the lam.
Teeth clamped on the guy's arm like a giant clam.
In the heart of Adirondacks, fate took a bad turn
We sat on star moss, and admired a fern
Chewbacca sniffed at a critter with predacious design
But it was a badass porcupine
My dog's nose looked like a pincushion of quills
He ran off howling into the hills
I ran after him and into a swamp I fell,
Green goo in my shoes, oh man, what a smell.
Covered with slime, then came the stings of black flies
Already I wondered if the hype was lies.
Yanked my way out, walked on bees in the ground
I thought bees were in trees, but nature had to confound
I say pave the Adirondacks, let concrete reign,
Nature’s wild, and slightly insane.
From swamps to thorns, bees on attack,
Brooklyn’s rough, but these woods fight back.
Off the trail, stumbled through deer remains,
Leaned on a tree but found only pain.
Thorns from the bark, I couldn’t win,
What did I do to deserve this, can't recall the sin!
(Bridge)
I ran screaming, poison ivy on my socks
Twisted my leg among diabolical rocks
Crawled back to a trail, where help was found,
A hiker gawked, said, “Bro, you’re hospital-bound.”
(Chorus)
Pave the Adirondacks, let concrete reign,
Nature’s wild, and slightly insane.
From swamps to thorns, bees on attack,
Brooklyn’s rough, but these woods fight back.
Now I'm back in the city, but nature wasn't through
Doc says I have Lyme disease, I wish I could sue.
Nature’s beauty nowhere near the beauty of a bar
I'll stay on the mean streets and drag race my car.
So pave the mountains, pave the trees,
Brooklyn’s jungle is enough for me.
Nature's call? Just a John Denver song
Here with the homeboys, I can't go wrong.
From the Painted Desert, head west
Past sagebrush, brittle bush, desert scrub
And The Petrified Forest at rest
To the Rocky Mountains above
Go past the Continental Divide
Below Douglas firs and pinyon pines
Head down the sunset side
Where the Colorado River cuts and winds
Many generations ago
Native Americans were inhabiting squatters
There were herds of buffalo
Along with now extinct muskrats and river otters
Beaver, cut cottonwoods and willows
Leopard frogs slept on limestone pillows
Mule deer and bighorn sheep
Climbed up and down walls so steep
Follow me down the foot trail
Like indigenous butterflies with swallowtails
In to the Valley of the Sun
Where Hopi civilization begun
Tassel eared squirrels frolic about
Bald eagles fly over and scout
Stream orchids, honey mesquite and arrow weeds
For pocket mice and other rodent species
Gray fox, weasels, bobcats
Spotted skunks, ring tails, and bats
Call this canyon their home
Where bark scorpions and rattlesnakes roam
While gila monsters and red spotted toads
Search for midges, flies and black widows
It took this river millions of years
To make this home for all who are here
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
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What if there was a highway
In a simple place invested
In the city of twisted realities
A different darkness a brighter daylight
Amongst the caverns they speak
There is such a place still palakkah catalita
I'm a super fast lane city
Streets highways and byways
on the planet HTRAE
Being in the city called AHAMO
In the state of aKSARBEN
Honda center galactical highway
Such is a place where in this world
Young vehicles are driven by road raged animals
People running over humans
With their vehicles
There are jaguars driving barracudas
Drivers driving the bison
Those the drive-in bobcats spinning thier tires
Sunbeam tiger's white eagles the traffic stag
Mercury stable Volkswagen rabbit behind the wheel
So the puma the pinto the road runner sable rush
The grim wall scorpion driving the four-wheel drive auto
Jumping curves spinning wheels driving fast running over filthy humans
Those panting human sometime getting in the way
Those two legged animals some whom we fear
Jumping curbs fleeting out of the sewers
Run Johnny run, look out for that dog driving the Chevy
Boom ! ! !
What is this?
What's that?
CRASH
Hit and run roadkill
10/21/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Today's racist is not your hate racist of the past.
Today's racist are just ignorant people, both good and bad.
Most see humanity,
as akin to the feline family.
There are lions and tigers, cougars and bobcats,
jaguars, leopards, cheetahs and house cats.
The cat family is an array of a great variety of sub species,
but a common ancestor among all can clearly be seen,
and that's how most see humanity.
All races are seen
as human sub species,
who all share a common ancestor that branched off into a great variety,
of "races", the human term for "sub species".
Let me set the record straight.
There Is No Such Thing As Race.
There is more genetic variation among a group of chimpanzees,
than there is in all of humanity.
All of us share the same common ancestor globally.
We are all directly connected genetically.
In truth we are one big worldwide dysfunctional family.
Race Does Not Exist, it is a falsity,
and this has been proved scientifically.
Today's racist is plain and simply this;
Today's racist is anyone who still believes that race does exist.
In the jaundiced light of the pock-marked moon,
Nevada nights many strange visions have seen
But few match spring time rapidly rutting rabbits
Racing and romping in moonlight madness;
Frolicking free in a sagebrush sea
Amidst white-crested mountain waves;
While whirlwinds swirl and in playas play
One hundred and forty fathoms deeper
Than luna-limned beach strands of dry lake shores.
Bobcats lurk in the moonbeam shadowed deeps,
Eager to feast on the bounding banquet
Of loco late-night leaping lepuses.
Madling moonshine swilling drivers pop a
Fair share of raw rabbits upon their grills
As coyotes yowl over missed moonglow kills.
Forests at nightfall are scary to see;
not just dark forms- but loud sounds flowing free.
Far from at home, with cute puppy's bow-wow;
or from your kitten's sweet, gentle meow.
Skunks and opossums resound with a screech;
harsh sounds for us- but for them, secret speech.
Night owls all hoot, while young fox kits will yelp;
grasshoppers chirp as plump frogs croak to help.
Nightfall brings on the long nocturnal hunt;
bobcats join in with their loud hungry grunt.
Wolves and coyotes- as foxes all howl;
big bears roam free with a loud husky growl.
Not just dark forms- but loud sounds flowing free;
forests at nightfall are scary to see!
Best viewed on film- for you never will flip
creatures that find you before you can zip!
You can be a turtle, a deer, a buffalo, a dog, frog or a sphynx,
But you never know true love until you have fallen for a lynx.
I have a pair of them, and they adore me upside down and inside out.
They give me joy and companionship; they truly make me shout!
You may refer to them as bobcats, if you grew up seeing them this way.
No difference to Hansel and Gretel, they still hunt down their prey.
Their silent padded paws help them hunt with the best of the beast.
When they drag in their carnage, we have a wonderful meat feast!
They were found by me as babies after hunters got their mother.
They are happy with me, and even more happy with each other.
A brother and a sister, they like to prowl and hunt at night.
I sigh a relief when they come home, knowing they’re all right.
They can run fifty miles an hour, faster than most cars on our road.
I like watching them skedaddle, when they are in chase mode.
They like to curl at my feet and listen to stories, and sigh.
And no burglar has ever bothered me. Don’t you wonder why?
My brother has a mountain lion
Prowling near his street,
A cat that on a morning walk
You wouldn’t want to meet.
He lives up in the mountains, though,
So people understand
That animals like that will roam
All over on that land.
My son received a police alert
A bobcat has been seen
In his suburban neighborhood
Where bobcats don’t convene.
The warning said to check that your
Garage door’s not ajar
Or you may find a huge surprise
When climbing in your car.
It’s strange my son and brother
In such different habitats
Have been linked by sudden sightings
Of these most unwelcome cats.