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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
The Mane Event - On The Catwalk
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OLD AND NEW 1 : CIRCUS
Giraffe on anxious heels
bought in Sandton, toddle
along with intense haste
a dream point unheard
lipstick smudges, mascara
leaks of AK47 dust she rifled
Bullfrog madly croaks
vying for a place in a stagnant
pool, scoffing brandied chocolate
pinched nerves, heart infested
throat on a tightrope
Is the net below safe ?
Doe dark-eyed, hips to sink
into, marbled beauty stuck
in corner stage believing that
the circle offered freedom, unable
to move for want of a thatched
roofed house, chrysanthemumed
Lions and lionesses rounded pillars
new regal maned performers
late for debate, entrance timed
for a precise shapely attack
on buck across the atrium who
practiced prances early morning
In the middle stood Pharaoh
with invisible crook and flail
a sleek panther serpent eyed
veils of disinterest, ears on end
at plebs in the arena, acts like
phantoms danced along a
smooth mental screen
Fidget they would on
maroon re-upholstered
benches over which not
even Bach could flow
mints popping pockets
On the horizon they
disappeared into an African
circus becoming marula trees
on our border
©GhairoDanielsPoetry1996
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.
I have picked up a scent, something's been killed
And I can hear my feline foes growling still
I trot off to the scene with bloodthirsty zeal
Hoping to purloin a fresh meal
At the scene, four lionesses are having a feast
On the flesh of a hapless wildebeest
Others from my clan are gathering now
Laughing like crazy and ready to chow
The felines are not ready to give up their kill
A battle ensues and more blood is spilled
The lionesses have no choice but to flee
My laughter is chilling and filled with glee
Then I settle down to enjoy the feast
Having no concerns in the least
But two lions are charging in to settle the score
My bones rattle at the sound of their roar!
7-1-19
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Title Chose: The Hyena
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;
I wish I knew you when I was young
Self love, why did you fail to show up
When I needed you most?
Don't you know how painful
Can hate laden arrows feel
Don't you know of the humiliation
Of putting those who never valued, first,
Only to realize that their sole aim
Was to shatter me to pieces
So that they do shine forth
While, I, taking myself to be
A mere lump made of dried mud,
Hid and cowered in places where darkness
Refused to peek?
Self love, with you, I would have learnt confidence
Probably, even how to give love
But since you were not there
I grew up with a piece missing
And that is, the bright side of myself!
Now, I am in a rehabilitation process
One in which I am learning to love myself
To forgive myself, to lick at my own fur
So that, like those raging lionesses,
My roar does make my enemies cower!
Self love, you were not there
And I never knew happiness
All I ever did was try to please others
By pushing their boulders up the steeps
All I ever did was to try to adjust to society
By being the rose in its jar
When I am in fact, the silvery flower from the moon
Meant not to be revealed to anyone
Except to those having, like me,
A pure heart and an awakened mind!
Self love, during my youth
I was the butterfly
Who believed it was a moth
Never did I perceive my own essence
Never did I give anyone a chance at it either
Self love, without you, life was harsh
So much that I always felt I was swimming in seas
Infested with sharks and crocodiles
So much that I always felt I had to keep afloat
When the waves raged
So much that I always felt I had to keep smiling
Even if I knew, in the very end, I would drown!
Self love, without you, I have learnt to be strong
And brave
My strength has pushed me, though,
On the path where you reside,
And now, I am learning to know you
And to live with you
As if, I was still young!
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!
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
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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