Long Cheetah Poems
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How merciful the is Neptune
that we must travel the sea
does Poseidon make the waters
choppy might man wish to
conquer the seas
As woman treats the world horrible
might she find a lover then
she'll smile
Vishwakarma ,ay bless the ship maker
only for Neptune to curse him
the ship stands tall in the what are cat tails
to drift into the stream
through the creeks and rivers
and out to the sea.
The shoots of cattails
resemble the taste
smiles when mentioned
marvels the taste
Written by.
Anogus Cervitious Tristan VI
Cheetah and Cattails
Canadain Suppers
" A Lieu Des Putes"
written by; First Ledger
of 88 Keys
"Danker Dew Most"
sampled with permission
from Gurgler Music
flutes First
aarages the strangs
In summer re: I haint getting undressed!
Hence donning entire wardrobe,
Saint Nick outfit including,
while trumpeting think spring
argh only about four plus months away
lest some big bird willingly
takes me under their wing
undiscovered since I won't be peaking,
nor quacking duck like
prompts yours truly xing
to tropical rainforest
playing Tarzan and swing
from a vine, while Jane and Cheetah
(sometimes billed as
Cheetah, Cheta, and Chita)
spend hours shopping
upon returning home stock
pantry and house zing
cupboards stacked chock full of
goodies fit for average king doubling
up as Santa Claus gaining
weight courtesy snack foods like
Yodels, Little Debbies, Ring Ding...
thence outsize tummy doth happily sing
Christmas Carols practicing
all year round, especially
hoe hoe hoe wing
nsync with crops germinating
bending, stooping, watering... weeding
abiding techniques organic farming
naturally whenever possible mission avoiding
distributing, generating, impacting
ecological damage, viz carbon footprint
cheerily, humorously proselytizing
landlubbers (land lovers with lisp)
courtesy sweat of one's brow reaping
robust healthy crops - only allowing
enabling, and employing...
eco-friendly deterrents
bajillion green thumbs up
approved by Greta Thunberg
greenlighting her inspiration
to awaken global warming
hence first dibs when harvesting
season this after she subtly,
nonchalantly, enviously... seen eyeing
analogous vis a vis
hungry critters salivating
(think Pavlov's dog)
to savor NON GMO eye watering
delectable, honorable, laudable...
yumzook produce bespeaking
please help yourself
fast forward months later finding
das overly dressed mistir shivering
despite heavily bundled
nature's vegetarian smorgasbord
brutal coldspell faintly recalling
pitch perfect weather eventually returning.
Come in, said the butler...his eyes red and veined
As I stood at the door step...while it heavily rained
Frightened I was...he had blood on his palm
It gave me the goose bumps...I tried to keep calm
Shoved by the wind...I was thrown through the door
I landed on blood marks...stained on the floor
Can I take your coat, in his deep voice...he said
Then, thoughts of redrum...ran through my head
I was Left all alone ...when the floors started squeaking
When through a hole in the wall...I saw somebody peeking
My mind playing games, not at all...I was scared
Especially, when I looked again...and the hole was repaired
I shouted out loud "who's there...who it be"
Is it you Mr. Butler...is it you that I see?
Suddenly, slowly the door opened wide
So I ran like a cheetah...to get back outside
The door had slammed shut...and I started to scream
In cold sweat, in my bed...I woke up from my dream
One Night In A Haunted Manor Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
1/7/2019
Do you know the acceleration and speed of the cheetah? Have you heard about the strength of the oak tree?
Are you aware of the flexibility of the palm tree? The cheetah is said to be the fastest animal on land with speeds exceeding
50 miles per hour. His acceleration is great, but he must capture
its prey quickly because he cannot long sustain such speeds.
In our walk with God, we need not be the fastest in the faith, but may our faith be of the kind that is deeply rooted in high
sustainability. May our faith be strong as the oak tree, ever pure and lasting. I have a fruitless mulberry tree
that worries me and a palm that doesn't. May our faith
be as the palm that may bend and sway, but will not break.
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These two old pups are near and dear;
I’ve kept them both throughout the years.
Lyra’s brindle, still cheetah-fast;
Lemony’s best years, in the past.
The thought of losing brings a tear.
When daughter schooled quite far from here
and had them crated, it was clear
they could not last, were much harassed,
these two old pups,
so I kept Lyra for a year.
Then, there’s the time Lem’ disappeared;
she got away from us quite fast,
a week in snow, did somehow last,
and then like magic, reappeared!
These two old pups…
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For Your Favorite Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Written on 04/15/2022
Mummy, come in from the garden!
Mummy, come see what I've done!
I got out my paintbox and did you some pictures,
oh, Mummy, I've had so much fun!
There's a Lion, a Tiger and Cheetah
I've drawn all up the kitchen wall,
and the Penguin and Polar Bear on the fridge door
look like they are having a ball!
Ooh, look, a big snake, it's all slimy and green
that I've done across the kitchen floor
and I really am certain the mice on the curtains
you'll love, do you want to see more?
Oh, Mummy, your hands are both shaking,
your face has gone terribly white,
there's a tear in your eye and you've let out a sigh,
oh dear, Mum- are you feeling alright?
For contest 'Childlike fun and enthusiasm', sponsor Caren Krutzinger
27th June 2018
Here he is, my friend said, tearing off a pink silk scarf with a flourish.
I was confused. This was just a storybook, right?
Don’t you recognize him? She asked me.
On the cover was a stern looking old guy.
I shook my head “no”.
Don’t you have dreams about him?
I began to laugh, and could not stop.
Not that guy! I told her. He looks a hundred. We are twelve.
I dream of him nightly, she told me.
He takes me to wild adventures.
I believe she is certifiable now.
Maybe she is.
He is Chandu, the Magician, she says. As if that means something.
I beg her to loan the book to me, but she says “not tonight!”
“Tonight we are flying a magic carpet to Egypt.”
I am torn. Should I stay over or run like a hungry cheetah?
walking gracefully
with a pendulum movement ~
a herd of giraffes
the mass migration
crocodiles at the river~
food for the taking
gazelles are running
a hungry cheetah gives chase~
speed is the winner
a lone male lion
approaches a sleeping pride~
the battle begins
an elephant herd
arrive at the water hole~
use trunks to cool down
a swarm of locusts
devouring vegetation~
skeletal branches
army on the move
soldier ant battalion~
have left a scorched earth
vultures in the trees
animals weakened by thirst~
death is imminent
a downed buffalo
lions watch as herd returns~
bulls scatter the pride
basking in cool mud
the african river horse~
hippopotamus
laughing hyenas
find an unguarded carcass~
scavengers feasting
at the water hole
animals quenching their thirst~
alert for danger
a crash of rhino
hunted for their ivory~
extinction looming
a small antelope
found on the African plains~
cute looking dik dik
the baobab tree
silhouetted at sunset~
african icon
Written 13th May 2018
For best haiku poetry contest
Sponsored By Chantelle Ann Cooke.
THE 12.12 SECS FASTEST WOMAN ALIVE
Life exudes in it's harshest of complexities:
I have built this machine with bleeding hands,
shaped her to slice the wind,
shined her as melanin with polish and sweat,
balanced her with feel in the cold chill
and powered her in heat with iron and steel.
I will become one with her and give her honor.
She will mount the wind like the Falcon.
She will learn speed from the Cheetah
and know no fear for this is where her spirit is free.
So I put on my running shoes.
Tonight I can't hide as I pace myself, breathing,
Letting go with every stride.
The melody of my footsteps and rhythm of my breaths,
Have synchronized into nothing in the past;
A calm stillness inside my head says "...but not now!"
I'm light as a feather so I let myself fly.
The world is a blur, but tonight... I'm alive!!!
On our marks, my competitors hits the track.
Rocketing away as the wind hits our bodies,
The blistering wind slaps our faces enroute the finish line,
We run with every throttle twist taken in time.
I shaved 0.08 secs off the previous 100m hurdles world record
set by Kendra Harrison (12.20s) in 2016.
Now I'm the world champion standing tallest,
And tears start to cascade from my eyes,
The National anthem reminded me:
"The labour of our heros past shall never be in vain..."
But now I'm the hero and my labour has paid off.
“My mum would tell my dad I was going to church
...I sneaked to practice or tell him I was going to a school debate
while I went to an out-of-state competition...", I reminisce.
But my father's ferocious fury couldn't fright me,
“My dad got really mad...when he found out (I was running),
burnt all my training gear and told mum
that’s the last time he wanted to see me in a stadium."
Thinking back how swiftly those years passed by,
I close my eyes and bite my lip, try so hard not to cry.
"Arise Oh Compatriots, Nigeria's call obey": The rest is history.
You were always such a scrapper, a raging thunderstorm -
Tobi Amusan, our pride, a phenomenon without measure,
Record breaker, pacesetter & Inter(National) hero.
Stay steadfast...follow the simmering sun
And undoubtedly be the best you can.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright©July2022
Like seed that overcomes the weeds,
I too want to produce and succeed.
I am weak.
But I am also strong.
I often reach my peak;
But sometimes, things go wrong;
Like the cheetah that runs fast;
But he cannot for long.
He lurks in the grass
And hunts alone.
Every meal is a challenge,
As nature seeks a balance.
Sometimes his prey
Fakes his death,
And later gets away;
And a tired cheetah is all that's left.
He loses the kill.
He loses his meal.
Hungry and saddened,
without a smile or song,
he and family hunger along.
So be aware of fakes.
They're clever like snakes,
Like the dear who sometimes pretend.
It's one way they have learned to defend.
Don't let your gain
Obtained with pain
Go slowly down the drain
With your dreams shattered and stained.