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My Best Friend’s Lion Den
As my reclusive friend I know your nature
You don’t like anything or anyone or favor
To help you with this secluded kind of life
That is truly you. No!... It’s not a wife.
It’s not a turtle either my fine fellow
Though you need to lose your shell and be less shallow
When you go to sleep I’ll give my special gift to you
Perhaps perceived a bit eclectic, it is true
I’ll tie you up in twine and drive you to the zoo
Place you in the lion’s den
Make sure the critters have not been fed
Since you are my bestest of my bestest friends
And to that end
I’ll make sure you have a tranquilizer gun
That way you can have some fun
If you die, at least you tried
If you live, you will have great memories
Don’t worry; you don’t have to thank me
But if you do, please give me the gun
Remember, I was only having fun
Created on 12/24/14 for – “My Wish For You” - Poetry Contest
In tribute to Lt. Col. John W. Bell,
B24 pilot during WWII.
He was an ace in his flying machine,
Could spiral downward at full speed,
Then pull out and level off just in time,
To touch down safely on the landing field.
Well taught and ready for hostile combat,
Sent off to fight, our freedom to defend,
Was not there to socialize or chat,
But to drop bombs upon the tyrant’s den.
Flying with skill of a bat in the night,
He hit the targets time and time again,
Each sortie could have been his last flight,
Into the cold heart of the tyrant’s den.
He sat bravely in the pilot’s hot seat,
Shrapnel went through the wing and cockpit pane,
But he flew committed to defeat,
The wicked intents of the tyrant’s den.
And when the final victory was won,
He came back home, a new life to begin,
In a nation singing freedom’s song,
Having put an end to the tyrant’s den.
Form:
Daniel, a man who loved to pray
despite the law to worship Darius as King
would not be moved from His sovereign
faithful He was standing on to bring
Three times every day Daniel prayed
giving thanks to God for HIs goodness
this news was told to the King
forcing the Kings' hand ultimately to press
The King was much distressed concerning Daniel
He sought to rescue him but had to act by law
so the King spoke, Daniel may your God deliver you
then went to His palace fasting, no sleep he saw
Early the next day the King went to see
crying to Daniel has God delivered you?
Daniel spoke of God's angel came to help
closed the lion's mouth fast shut so to do
Daniel's God is the living true God
enduring always for never to end
in heaven and earth works wonders and signs
saving Daniel from the plight of the lion's den
( THis is written looking at the plight of Daniel being in the Lion's den, showing his faith in trusting in God through it all.)
-Awakening In The Lions Den-
Sinking fangs into the flesh of mortality and being reborn without limitation.
Limitless precedence. Cultivated in the shadows like a noose in a wardrobe.
The lions out at play, whilst the queen tries to demoralize liberty.
The altar of loops in the midst of reincarnation. Reach for the stars, find only melancholy.
Gaze upon the winds of time and listen to the siren’s lustrous radiance.
Men can be driven mad and fall ill to the depths after going overboard. Never to return to their purity, soon to be forgotten.
Take heed, for the days grow longer and the nights never end.
Purgatory, the treasure trove of any broken man’s inheritance.
The decadent crown remains so, drifting through the river of Styx.
The den in the hollow at daybreak
Ripped by the hooting owl
The owl's very last chance to hoot
And be on his nightime prowl
Liquid apricot jam now coats
Pale gray of morn's spring sky
Churned earth there from the accident
Thoughts turn to why, why, why
Could it have been prevented
Maybe a slow down and live
Only God knows the answers
And to me he chooses not to give
A bad accident in front of my home
on Saturday afternoon..It was prom
night for the high school here and
a mother was taking her daughter
to get pictures made..She ran off
the road and lost control of her car.
Both suffered injuries severe enough
to be transported to hospitals out of town.
A visitor to the Bronx Zoo
Did something she wanted to do,
Which was climb in the space
Where the lions do pace –
Why she did so I haven’t a clue.
One lion got up and he stared;
For a visit, he wasn’t prepared.
The woman then danced
While the lion advanced
Just a bit, but she didn’t look scared.
The incident, drawing much flack,
Didn’t end in a lion attack,
For this visiting meat
In the end, did retreat,
Thus depriving the cat of a snack.
All was naturally filmed on a phone
And the footage to all has been shown.
Still, her hopping the fence,
Though with no consequence,
Is an act that the zoo can’t condone.
I am huge with the body of a lion, yet I am a sheep,
The den isn't my Zion, yet the sheep come to me only in my sleep,
My ration of the catch tastes sweet, yet from my grip the biggest ones slip,
When what I need is a jet, yet I got entangled in a slow moving ship.
I dream of a play with the sheep but the shepherd is just too scary,
My long stay in the den is not making the lions any longer caring,
The sweets in the den are now too tasteful for me not to be part of the sharing,
But all I see around me are lions that are no longer cheering.
The bigger my canines become the more my carnivorous appetite diminish,
My rumen is now depleted of energies needing the coming days to replenish,
Soon my foolishness will totally leave my stomach to punish,
But it is better for the lion in me to die for the sheep in me to be without a blemish.
That day will surely come when no roars will scare my mind,
Then my joy will come under the protections of the shepherd that's always kind,
I am just praying that peace of mind will be there for me to find,
But all I need do now is to have a lot of patience for the grace of God to bind.
Here we are still waiting for the final cure betwixt new hope
and even though our days have not been samely sane, we cope
I think perhaps we've learned to take it all in stride, as we live
we give life a second chance , bravely moving up the slope ...
Places we love are beginning to re open so let us be grateful
lets not make a mess of things like we did the day before
never let your fears get the best of you, laugh a little
bring some joy to your neighbor, smile and be friendly
Better days are up ahead give thanks and be grateful
together we will heal and move on to better things
Lots has changed but one thing I know for certain is this
we will always need each other to be brave, so take courage
Here we are awaiting the vaccine even if we don't know when,
we're standing stronger than before, inside this human den
Unter den Linden
I have a soft spot for the German language
when a toddler, I had free access to a military camp where they had enormous horses and let me sit on top of one of them (looking up horses,
I think they were Belgian draft horses)
Since I was 5 years old at the time, I reserve the right to be wrong
My mother said I could speak a little German
I don't think so, but when the Brits and the Americans came, my few words of German were too soon forgotten.
In the late fifties, I was onboard an old ship that
had survived the war but needed its motor seen to in Bremerhaven
the town bore scars of the devastating war
but there was full employment, and everyone was doing something worthwhile, like the farmer who took
took food scraps from ships and fed them to his pigs later, sold for slaughter through ship-chandelier to the merchant ship.
No, Bremenhaven was not Unter den Linden
Not a tree left, cold had the aftermath been
It was spring walking along streets where people sat out telling stories and laughing.
There was a sense of comradeship that made me feel the trauma they had gone through.
At that time, there were no beggars, and no one was following me around in the hope of getting some coins, which was annoying in places like Kingston in Jamaica and other places
Germany has not hitherto played the leading role
a great nation in Europe, this is because the burden
of the Holocaust, a burden unfairly put on the Germans alone to bear, is coming to an end,
also, I think so is the headless policy of not being critical of Israel's policies, which makes many countries
guilty of aiding and abetting the genocide of
of the Palestinian people
Deep in the Canadian wilderness she gave birth to four pups,
It was a large dug out hole at the base of a tangled tree;
Her mate for life was out hunting with the pack for deer or elk,
Some wolves remained to protect and guard her.
She was a mottled grey and resembled a domestic dog,
Perhaps a german shepherd or a sled dog but much bigger;
Her paws were huge and she had thick fur to protect her in the cold
But she was so gentle with the pups snuggling them.
As dusk fell she heard her mate's mournful howls in the distance,
She knew his howls, growls and barks from all others;
They were mated for life and this was their first litter of pups,
The pups were blind and defenceless without her.
The pack had been more than thirty-eight wolves until recently,
But farmers had trapped, shot and poisoned many in fear;
And trappers had killed others for their beautiful thick fur,
So these pups were so important to the packs future.
And then he was there in the den with her and nuzzled her neck,
He was taller than she and stronger a truly majestic creature;
Crouching with his ears straightened his facial expression was love,
She moved over so he could join them and all was peace.
In the forest den . . .
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April 1, 2015
Poetry/Verse/In The Forest Den
Copyright Protected, ID 04-659-015-01
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, 100 In A Row - 5
sponsor, PD, Judged
Seventh Place
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Written for the Premier contest, Canis Lupus the Wolf,
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton, Judged 06/2015
First Place