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For weeks now the two young males had been watching,
waiting for their opportunity and now it was time.
They were now strong enough to take over the pride.
Signalling his intent to his brother Moto stood up
and started forward with Javier following behind.
As the reached the pride a battle royal ensued
The lionesses desperate to drive them off knowing
if they succeeded vast changes would occur.
Far in the distance Soto heard the roars and growls
as the take over ensued and rushed to protect them.
The fight was long and hard with some fatalities.
Soto received wounds that would take months to heal
as he was banished by the brothers, his life now as an outcast.
Luckily for him Zanidar joined him with her cubs of nearly a year old
She and they would keep him fed as he slowly healed.
Back at the pride the brothers set about their gruesome task
all the cubs were hunted down and killed without mercy.
Now the lionesses would soon be ready to mate again
and it would be their blood that the offspring would bear
perpetuating their line and increasing the size of the pride.
Life in the African Savannah was always cruel and hard
the brothers would face many challengers in their time.
Food always an issue once the migrating herds moved on.
Now a time of little the pride suffered and grew weaker.
The only saving grace was the buffalo not without their risks.
Valiant fighters who protected each other forming a ringed barrier
around the more vulnerable, ready to fight to the death.
With very young cubs the lionesses needed food to feed them
and desperation drove them on, finally they made a good kill
none would go hungry for a few days. In the distance the clouds
gathered rain falling far up country at last reaching them and
with the rain the vast herds once more returned and life teemed.
Now was a time of plenty and the pride recovered their health.
For seven years the brothers ruled supreme yet in the background
there were many waiting their own time. Two males in particular
Janto and Batso sons of Soto watched and waited eager to take over
until at last it was their time and turn to roust the pride males.
And so the never ending cycle started again until the next time.
King of the animales!
This is the easiest way to describe a lion
It likes to bask in their brilliance
Lions are big cats with a short tawny coat
which is lighter on the underside
White lions occur - but they are not albinos
Lions are outgoing and everybody's favorites
All lions have claws retractable
Mine is decorated with nail polish
Lion's element is fire
Energy - intuition - power
The typical lion is creative - strong-willed
temperamental and dramatic
The weight of a lion is considered normal 160-275 kg
I try to stay under 60 kg
The average age 17-18 years among lionesses
but there are examples where they can be closer to 21 years old
Males are often around 16 years old
Die young and beautiful
The best hunters in a lion pride is the lionesses
Yes, I feel like a hunter every time I go in the store
An adult male lion can eat up to 43 kg of meat in one day
My male lion must get by with much less
... Imagine if my male lion was 275 kg
The male lion is polite and patient externally
but arrogant and vain inside
He is impulsive and good at repairing things
Can you roar like a lion
The lions are among the best roar holders
An adult lion's roar can be heard up to 8 km distance
Dinner .... finished ..... come and eat!!!
We as humans makes sure that the children receive food
But in the world of lions the adults eat before the kids
Stability and stubbornness - scratch and dent in the trees
marks their area - putting the wedding ring on the finger
My fate planet is the sun -
My luck stone is the diamond
I have a great temperament and a huge demand for attention
But I am among many well known and famous LIONS:
Crown Princess Mette-Marit (Norway), Mick Jagger, Napoleon Bonaparte
Fidel Castro, Bill Clinton, Moussolini, Jacquelin Kennedy
Carl Jung, Alfred Hitchcock and Arnold Schwarzenegger
08.07.2014
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It's a ball and you kick it
Seems simple enough
But it's more than a game
'cos you have to be tough
I'm not talking a buzz-cut
Or some scars from a fight
For this resolve is internal
Overlook it, you might
You may cuss, scowl or spit
That doesn't impress
Now this game's claimed by women
Swapping shorts from a dress
And the girls that will follow
In their thousands for sure
In competitive joy
This old game has it's cure:
It is teamwork and faith
It is laughter and tears
It is training like crazy
It is banishing fears
There's never been greater
A reason or rhyme
To describe this potential..
Ladies - this is your time
For the men have inspired us
Reaching dizzying heights
But the women converting
So many wrongs into rights
Take tenacity, love
Add a wholesome respect
Work ethic unriveled
With the fans they connect
Crossing boundaries, restoring
All that seemed far apart
The game has been longing for
This feminine heart
Sophie and her family
Had once found
Two sicklish cub lionesses
In the forest.
And had decided to take them home;
They had a big garden.
So her father and she
Had decided to keep them;
The lionesses
Not only turned up healthy
But they even made cubs;
Sophie would go
And spend time with them
Regularly;
One day when she walked
Outside in the garden
And found the cubs reading the bible;
She got surprised;
«They are reading the bible?»
«My father has made them read the bible!»
«He certainly has got sense of humor!»
She thought to herself;
«What a prank!»
She made her way in the main road;
Meanwhile one of the cubs whispered to the other
Something about sin and eternal life;
«Just imagine the surprise of the lionesses,
When they see them.»
She said to herself;
She had walked for a while,
But then decided,
That she would take the book away from them;
But when she returned,
She already found them chewing
And biting on the book;
A HUNCHED BACKED MOBSTER
It’s sunset in late afternoon, where towards a water pan,
A pride of lionesses, approach with a much rehearsed plan,
Followed by a clan of mobsters,
Hyenas cackling luridly like monsters,
All wanted the impala buck, upon seeing them he ran!
The impala was unfortunately no match for these fierce lions,
Nor the clan of hyenas running after them in defiance,
The lions caught it with a crunch,
But the hyenas wanted this munch,
A stand-off between two enemies, who have no alliance.
Hyenas with much stronger jaws and now many in number
Threatened the lions, who did not fancy forever to slumber,
And decided to not argue this kill,
Hyenas hunchbacked, thick necked, will
Now demolish this meal, free from any lion encumber.
The Hyena a predator and scavenger with intense criminal intent,
Classed as a species of only few, the Hyaenidae, this meant,
Was regarded neither as dog or cat,
A thief, a lowlife, a rat,
A brazen mobster, who leaves behind him a rancid scent!
FOOT NOTE
But should hyenas bump into the king of the bush and his brother at the Kruger National Park,
Visitors, will be in awe as hyenas back off, outgunned and outwitted,
They will slink away!
She walks gingerly back to the pride,
sensing something’s not right,
Dropping her kill upon the grass,
greeting party’s nowhere in sight,
My cubs my beautiful cubs, calls them,
but only silence echoes back,
Smelling the air desperately,
alas nascent scent it lacks,
Confused she roars, pacing in circles,
going round, over and over,
Then sees a stranger on the tree line
a bold menacing interloper,
His mane bloodied, face heavily scarred,
wearing triumphant gaze,
No it’s not possible, where’s my king,
our protector, father of my babes,
In the distance recognizes her sisters,
pacing back and forth,
Making weird guttural noises,
peculiar terrifying snorts,
They meet up trying to reassure each other,
realizing something has changed,
Deep down aware, balance in the pride,
has been savagely rearranged,
Going into the trees, heads hung low,
finding cubs torn to shreds,
Licking and shoving them, still tepid,
but all the babies are dead,
Distressed lionesses roar,
rage and disillusionment fills fiery eyes,
After some time they walk away,
it’s over, through absence of life and cries,
Showdown in the open, killer awaits,
knowing what must be done,
Has to face the music, for his crimes,
no backing down, he will not run,
Huge and impressive, mane of matted blood,
dripping in egregious sin,
I’m your new master, will fight all to death,
this pride needs a king,
Unbelievably lioness becomes estrous,
no sign of grudging hate,
What’s gone is past, she needs new cubs,
submissive prepares to mate,
Mounting from behind he roars,
jaws locked around her neck,
Seed sprays between her loins,
your sisters are getting some next.
Now go out search the plains,
bring back some worthy kill,
I’m partial to them black and white ones,
seen some leeside of yonder hills,
Yes I’m making changes,
turning this shambles into a home,
Will rule with determination,
your new king, accedes the throne,
No morals to my story,
other than nature can be cruel,
Lets bygones be bygones,
law of the jungle always rules,
Who are we to judge them,
we’re merely hanging on ourselves,
But we’ve evolved choice,
Lions just play the hand thats dealt.
By
David kavanagh
My Father had three daughters to his name,
Not one of us showed aptitude for sport;
The egg and spoon race was my claim to fame
And rounders’ balls were very rarely caught. *
When Father’s sporting spirits were in play,
Entrenched in Welsh traditions they’d be found;
So rugby was the order of the day;
The golden ball was oval, never round.
Years later, football made its presence known
As husband and then sons became enthused,
And I would be left sitting on my own;
Its fascination left me quite bemused.
But over time I too became a fan
As World Cup fever held me in its grip
And soon to my amazement I began
To understand the ‘dummy’, ‘curl’ and ‘chip’.
When rousing national anthems fill the air
Those patriotic spirits start to rise,
I cheer the team, admire the players’ flair
And shout as loud as any of the guys.
So when the ‘Lionesses’ start to roar
And bare their teeth against the USA,
Whatever the resultant final score
The game will be enthralling come what may!
30.06.19
PS - and it certainly was!
Now entered into 'Poetry in motion' poetry contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
* a British game similar to baseball, in which you try to hit a ball and you score a point if you run around all four sides of a large square area ( I was a pretty hopeless fielder!)
2019 Fifa Women's World Cup Poetry Contest: sponsored by Mark Toney
Games - Mental Or Physical Poetry Contest -sponsor William Kekaula
The old male lion awakes,
lifts his great head,
but it is midday and so he sleeps yet more.
Come the night his lionesses will hunt
while the king fends off
other male pretenders to his throne.
The female lions perhaps wonder,
(as they stalk and leap),
how soon will the old lion weaken and die,
how soon will the pride have
a new and stronger leader?
At this point some may wonder
what to do with the notion of love?
The night is long, blood -hungers
hunt a passionate intimacy,
and few escape that kind of love.
Love itself is kept for the cubs
that in turn one day
may drive away their mothers.
since i'm not afraid of anything ~ could that mean i’ve nothing to fear
said the cub to his mother who replied ~ oh sure son its why i'm here
today daddy told me we’ve no conscience ~ i thought it was insincere
remember son if a young gun takes him out ~ you too shall disappear
what about you mum ~ i become estrous and get taken from the rear
By
David Kavanagh
When a new pretender takes over or defeats
the alpha male of a pride, he usually kills all
his cubs too, one might think the lionesses would
hate him, but they immediately become
estrous and submit themselves to their new
master, and the cycle begins all over again
Congratulations to Spain, the FIFA Women's World Cup 2023 Champions (in their first-ever Women's World Cup Final), after defeating England 1-0 today! Congratulations also to The Lionesses. In addition to winning the European Championship last year, this is the first time England reached the Women's World Cup championship, and it is also the first time an England team has reached a World Cup final since the men's team won in 1966. So Spain and England can stand proud as game changers, in harmony with this year's World Cup theme: "Beyond Greatness!"
La Roja on top
England and Spain's brand new day—
both teams game changers