Long Jaguar Poems
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I am a genie locked up in a small jar.
I only get to appear
Before my master who makes it loud and clear
That I am his bizarre
Toy from a far
Who makes his life spectacular.
If he wants a jaguar
Poof! Something special from a bazaar
Poof! I will do only what he wants or it will be
Time for me to disappear.
No one said life was fair.
Check it out if you dare.
Go against the master and the very air
In the atmosphere
Will crackle as I turn back in to smoke like his
Burning cigar.
I am going back to my tiny iddy biddy living
Space in my genie jar
Until the next time when he wants something
Particular.
lies, lies, lies! there are lies everywhere,
creeping through shadows like ghosts! beware!
switch on the tele to see them pouring out,
news after news there are lies fat and stout!
every failure dressed up to make it look clean,
every disaster polished to a new sheen!
Stop! see the PM get out of Jaguar!
he smiles and waves as if he is a star!!
his rule in disarray like his blooming hair,
messed up big time but won’t give up his chair!
the chancellor walks like a good proud crane,
but his hole in economy is a sure drain!
of the rest of the team less said the better,
lies, lies, lies in every word and letter!
the poor old queen! she is still holding on,
eight decades of PMs, under her, have been and gone!!
lies in the papers, media too is full of lies,
buzzing around the towns like a million flies!
Brexit and Covid have screwed us all tight,
we are all too drained to put up a fight!
lies, lies lies! it now runs every show,
movies, plays, wherever you may go!
stop forwarding messages from What’s app!
facebook and twitter are full of same crap!!
clear your head of all the social nonsense,
and stop the media that is flowing dense,
take a walk through garden, or sit by a park,
spend time with friends to light the old spark!
do not cast your vote on lies they tell,
but cast it wisely so we can all live well!
lies, lies lies, there are lies everywhere,
creeping through shadows like ghosts! beware!
“A beautiful car is something to be adored and if possible, restored in later years
to its former beauty. Some of your best memories it keeps.” by poet
There is a very old decrepit car.
She was my father’s “baby” long ago.
Named Jaguar D – like a Superstar -
she cruised downtown with a polished glow.
The young kids oohed and ahhed when she went by.
Unwanted now – she sits in Grandpa’s field
like a pet (once adored) left out to die.
She’s rusted and busted; her window shield
is shattered, and I bet bees made a hive
inside her engine, for her hood is raised.
Why couldn't she have been restored to thrive
and as an antique, she could have been praised.
Out to pasture is her degradation;
to be towed and crushed: her destination.
When the milky fog of clouds darkens, almost disappearing
And the moon glares down, its white blank face leering
I sit in the crisp green grass
Whose dew has turned to shards of diamond glass
The stars obscured by giant's breath
And the sky dims as dark as death
My thoughts dim, wandering and flitting from star to star
And pounce on moons like a jaguar
On planet's rings my thoughts flip and sing
My mind knowing these things behind the clouds are hiding
My fingers clench and sift through the damp earth below
As my eyes and face upturned in the moon's faint glow
The wind races around, ruffling my hair and beating my face
My body on the ground but my dreams in deep space
In the darkness, my dreams on a cloudy night
Mirror and make its very own light
- Written 5/29/21
I wear the flame of your name,
traced in jaguar herbs
between pearl blades of angels,
pulling in the heat of your wildfire...
My soul branded with a burning love feather
molten madness stroking the light rebellious,
Your identity a touch of kissing curves,
I am mantled with a cloak of star rain...
Addicted, engrossed,
as my silhouette aches to be drenched
in rivers of your rushing rhymes,
breathing nothing but the dream
of being chained
to the footprints of your soul...
Tethered to the stride of my soul
heartbeat warmly pained,
You follow with yielding scream
my attention on your pulsing eyes,
I spread open the vellum
of poetry achingly inked,
scent of rose melting frost...
I've witnessed them christen
my night as lethal,
their prayers painting me as sin,
while I entomb their accusations
in a blood stained envelope,
laid to rest in a casket of poisoned lilies,
for I am no longer their Lilith
crowned with silken serpents,
jeweled in jinxed jasmines,
I am the rose gold rays of sunrise,
wrapping you in blushing silence...
But if love were your ink,
what would you bleed?
Within your bloom there is a violet innocence,
weaponized once for ritual license
a jewelry box of black magic temptations,
Tiara of bloodstones broken for love repentance,
A Goddess become Woman trueth,
the coffin become catalyst to living tears,
elegant gown now simple linen of lilac hope,
reputation now means nothing before heart's divinations,
You are no harpy, you are my revelation,
You are love beautiful,
the reason for my passion crystal...
J.A.B.
I.E
Bing the turtle was taking a
Slow walk, until he was
Encountered by a hungry jaguar
Who was ready to eat and kill
So, he knocks the lil turtle
Around and around
He even knocks him
Up-side down
He flipped the turtle over
And over again and then
Tosses him from side to side but
The lil turtle finally had enough
When the jaguar sticks his
Nose in the turtle’s shell
Bing grabs it and holds on tight
The jaguar hollers in pain
Then takes off running while
Shaking his head trying to
Release the turtle’s grip
But the turtle holds on until
The cat gives up, then he
Let’s go and the jaguar runs away
With his tail tuck between his legs
Rain top canopy
Sea of green
Spread like a carpet
For any Amazon Queen
Meandering flows
Delta bound
Fresh and sea
River down
Indigenous tribes
Never seen
In tranquil peace
Below the green
Nature blessed
This basin of life
Diversity of species
Jaguar to wood lice
But this modern day
Even by the hour
Mans machines
Deforest, devour
What comes of the tribes
Their jungle zoo
As these world conglomerates
Do as they do
There has to be change
Before all greenery falls
We have to adjust
Before the bell tolls
The nations so might
At the table sit down
Preserve this wonder
With World Heritage Crown
Amazonia
Modern and tribal
If we continue to maim
Raped suicidal
Through the years of watching our children and grandchildren grow…they never left a doubt…as to those things that were important to them…and those things they never cared about.
They never cared if we were old or bald…or short or tall or fat.
They never cared about our physical flaws…(Boy, were we glad of that!)
They never cared if our house was small…or if the ceiling had a crack.
They never cared if the lawn was mowed…or that there was no grass in the back.
They never cared how much money we had…if we drove a Mercedes or Jaguar…
They never cared if there were scratches or dents…or parts missing from our car.
They only cared that we loved them…and that we somehow found a way
to show them that we loved them…each and every day.
They cared if we were honest and fair…that we were accepting, generous and kind
They cared that we nurtured their hearts, their souls…and helped to improve their minds……
They cared that we spent time with them…and the last time that I checked..
They cared if we treated them with tenderness…with humanity…and respect.
How blessed we’ve been to watch our children and grandchildren grow…
and of this we have no doubt:
They taught us more about life and how to live it…
by the things they never cared about.
Hear my special child’s alphabet features
Eagerly, he mumbles with sheer delight
a-ape; b-bear; c-cat… dear God’s creatures!
D-dove; e-eagle; f-falcon… birds of great flight
g-goat; h-horse; i-impala…all in Noah’s ark
j-jaguar; k-koala; l-lion… oh, what a sight!
m-monkey; n-newt; o-opossum; hey, they don’t bark
p-parrot, q-quail, r-robin; busy in their nests
s-snake; t-turtle; u-unicorn…hiding in the park!
v-viper; w-wallaby: do they hate pests?
x-x-ray fish; y-yellow fin tuna: swimming gaily
z-zebra and zebrafish together in animal fests…
Alphabet "perceiver" he’s become expertly
Reading, sounding, blending letters blissfully!
April 12, 2019
Edited on May 22, 2020
Honorable Mention, "BRIAN'S CHOICE Q,any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/23/2020.
Honorable Mention, "YOUR CHOICE h" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/17/2025.
All aboard the zoo train, let's ride there
Be amazed when you see the mighty bear
Cougars, big cats, crouch inside their lair
Desert tortoises creep, they move so slow
Eagles perch and stare from branches, low
Foxes peer out from within their dens
Great giraffes gawk, their necks extend
Hyenas laugh as they run and play
Iguanas lie and bask in the sun all day
Jaguar is regal, as she paces in her stall
Kangaroos nibble on leaves near a wall
Lions pace, the kings of the jungle
Meerkats hide in small holes and tunnels
Now we can view those amusing apes
Orangutans with their funny faces
Past the fountain, we see the polar bear
Quite a sight, as he swims over there
'Round the bend, we enter reptile land
Snakes that slither over rocks and sand
Tribal music sets the stage to see
Up high, as we look into the banyon trees
Vociferous squawks from bright toucans
Wild echos reverberate over the land
Xanadu dreams, on this enchanting day
You feel you've traveled miles away
Zoo magic memories were made today.
Updated on 5/18/2022
Written on 7/11/2015