Long Mammal Poems

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Premium Member The Ramblings of the Water Mistress

I feel the water
above me
below me
all around me
intimate
caressing
accepting
loving me

I go further down
to touch the bottom of the pool
and there
on the two painted dolphins
I push my hands down
and my feet break free from the water
shooting up into the air
my handstand
For a moment
I revel the erectness of my form
My legs above the water
the water trickling down them

slowly
I bring them back down
and burst out of the water
head and chest pushing out
Hair...laden with water
swung back
spraying a trajectory of liquid crystals behind me
I take in the air
I smile
I live
I breath
my arms move back and forth
I dip in again
then swim to the far side of the pool
I hold on to the metal hand guards
Put my legs out on the side of the pool
Knees bent
I push myself below the surface
looking around...
my playground
the water, my home

I'm in my element
I'm free
weightless and happy
the muffled sounds
and dancing lights on the surface
flirt with me
I stay for as long as I can
then I break the surface
Floating on my back
I look at the sky
I feel sublime
chest and tummy tasting the air
I'm there
There
where in my mind
I'm beautiful and divine
sultry mistress of the water
he's touching every part of me
I'm free
I'm free

Jade

I am never as happy as when I'm swimming....the pool lets me be more creative, but I also enjoy swimming in the Mediterranean sea. I've been called a dolphin.... I'm more like another aquatic mammal at present, but even those creatures are graceful and beautiful in the water. Summer is coming....


Premium Member Dark Late Night At the Park-

amidst the midnight dark,
comes the sleeping dog, that snores/barks;
a mixed up nightmare, no other mammal shares...

coming to age,
written with wax crayon, within neon sprays
of florescent glazes poster board pages...

the need for art,
a chance for chalk;
a walk in the park
music till' dusk

amidst the noonday rage,
lunchers serenades
female co-workers while on lookers...


gawk and look
closing their books, to see what's next
what the heck

the need for art,
sometimes lost, everyone so critical
Brutal the ways of the arts
settle in the newness of dark late night art at the park


2/4/2020
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©

Premium Member 12 Days of Christmas From West Texas

On the twelve days of Christmas, West Texas gave to me
	twelve tarantulas creepin’,
		eleven javelinas diggin’,
		ten jack rabbits jumpin’,
		nine skunks a stinkin’,
		eight mantis prayin’,
		seven snakes swimmin’,
		six mountain lions,
	five sunny days,
		four mockingbirds, 
		three hoary bats,
		two horned toads,
	and a cowbird in a mesquite tree.

On the twelve days of Christmas, West Texas gave to me
	twelve oxeye creepin’,
		eleven acanthus flamin’,
		ten willows twistin’,
		nine cholla jumpin’,
		eight tumbleweeds rollin’,
		seven shin diggers stickin’,
		six purple thistles,
	five sunny days,
		four mountain laurels, 
		three ruby muhly,
		two hawthorn,
	and mistletoe in an elm tree.
Form: Lyric

The Mighty Fall and We'Re At the Top

Never an academic
tragic at school
I just didn't get it 
I learned bugger all 

But is a desk natural 
just look at a book 
a pen and some paper 
write what you took

all that sitting down still 
not an evolutionary skill 
long grass in a field 
with teamwork to kill 

the fact is hunting is learning 
coordination and communication
synced movement not disturbing 
alert, brave, unification 

the strong and the tall 
were the alpha mammal 
but now it's the book worm 
taking their turn

we look to intelligence 
to guide us along 
it's now mental relevance 
over physically strong 

now the alpha's the clever 
they think up solutions 
we forget the athletic 
who enabled us humans 

we needed the torso the legs and the arms 
we needed the brain like we needed the palms 
now we need eyes brains fingers and tongues 
humans evolved to do less than they've done 

apex at the top
but maybe that's your lot 
the mighty do fall 
when they slow down or stop
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

The Beginning That Ended

Standing fifth in position
Is something 
Terribly unpleasant 
When once was first
All the things stood before me 
And I collapsed in soreness
Smiling while suffocating 
Laughing while prisoner of fears
Trying to keep to top 
While all the fences are high
And all the friends are fake?
I never wiped the tears of that day 
I never got over it 
I fell from the fences
With more force
And got hurt 
I landed on cactus ground
I spared my life from the lions
I ran from the real jungle 
My hair got caught in the trees
I refused to look back 
My tears watered rain on the small flowers
My feet bleed from the thorns
The sky started raining 
I slipped and fell on my face
The thorns pierced my skin 
I got up 
While my face and body was bleeding  
The lions were there 
They were chasing me 
As I ran faster 
My head bumped into a tree branch 
I fell on the grass 
The lion approached me smoothly 
Surrounding my body terrifyingly 
And manifesting to the others lions
I am his prey 
So that they all walked away 
As the beautiful mammal came closer
And I lost all hope of survival 
Surprisingly the lion started licking me gently 
He started licking my wounds from blood
Leaving my skin smooth and soft
And I opened my eyes
To find his gorgeous blue looking at my honey brown 
He stopped licking me as I tried to stand 
But instead I sat 
And played my hand
Through his thick hair 
And smiled…


Premium Member Birth To Infinity

Germ of essence. 
Human blob. 
Shattered eggshell to the chicklet hatched.
Interlocking  family of a  kingdom.
Beget or begone? Antigone! 
Pouch bearing mammal  with no issue for her milk a plenty.
Enlightened species on
a zodiac sign.
Propagating genus wild and free yet stillborn.
Wet nurse in a pregnant phase but still a child at hearth or so it seems.
Meadow grazing Macropod fazes antipodean observer all the while.
New arrival signage whose laboured footprint chills  on every impact.
Courier from catacombs, fateful torch aloft, flambeau at a glance where toddlers cheer,   sonnet form heraldry ablaze with kindling verse.
Human destination thread that spins a hopeful tale.
Cave of legends halting site persevered by household zeal.
Stalagmite, stalactite, granite grey day gulag’s natal spasm.
Troglodyte who once did tramp upon a uterine tunnel trading in survival for relief.
Embryonic creeper stuck on  dry wall canvas.
Border crossing  cradle cordons off a check point, never mind the cost or inconvenience.
Acorn random toss, mighty oak seed trap between a leaf and fallen log.
Flower pollen stigma,
never seen as shameful to the fertile mind.
Tree of life penumbra casts a limelight shade.
Concepts pulse the mind like nascent parabolic kites that stymie outcome. 
Genesis of brainwave.....
nurtured by insightful minds and marble carver tomes.
Olympic status offspring,  budding Einstein player on the ball.
Thought, the inner urchin magnet probing deep inside magenta labyrinths.
Wheel of fortune‘s mumsy shadow
ova.
Masterful philosophy storing  foetal logic on some growth cell’s wellspring fountain.
Infant augur embers fan their winter  flame regardless.
Birthright , birthstone, 
birth pang, the reproductive organs of infinity whose algebraic series has no final chapter scheduled.

Snap Out of It

Okay let me get this straight from nothing everything came out of the sea
Uniqueness being a common trait I don't see how this could be
Crickets, to the chicken on your plate and what about the tree
No this was so much more great look around and you shall see

Did the cricket become the cow or was it the other way around
To God they do not like to bow but this theory is so unsound
Some of them became fowl and to the earth were not bound
Others learning how to growl buried themselves in the ground

Some even stayed in the ocean even a mammal named the whale
When they too could of been men very hard to lose such a big tale
Some even became insects then choosing a life that would be so frail
It's God's Glory that reflects as no one would choose to become kale

Why didn't all monkeys make the change and what were they before
Is a raccoon out of the range for an ape doesn't just walk in the door
This whole theory very strange, some still too dumb in biting that lure
No!  All of this, only God could arrange and of that I'm completely sure!

Genesis 1:21	
 And God created great whales, and every living creature that moveth, which the waters brought forth abundantly, after their kind, and every winged fowl after his kind: and God saw that it was good. 

The Second Law of thermodynamics/Entropy says as
much as proven by science over 150 years ago. 
You can not accept this Law of Science\Entropy,
which is a fact, and then believe in the theory of
Evolution which states the exact opposite. 
They are exact opposites.   

Odds of Bing Bang just happing 10 to the 123rd power
Number of atoms in the Universe 10 to the 73rd power
Number proving impossibility       10 to the 50th power

Only a God the Creator could create as such.
Even saying you will be without excuse for not knowing His Work.
Form: Rhyme

Beautiful Life

34 years ago today I was blessed a birth,
an opportunity to live a life on Earth,
and walk this worlds hallowed turf,
but what is this life really worth?

Mankind a species draped in fight,
only through aliens would mankind unite,
still seeks equality through human rights,
yet the poor don't live within the wealthiest sights.

This world of knowledge sees many a conspiracy,
so true knowledge never how it appears to be,
laws force revelations that rarely serve clarity,
but there is much good in this world of charity.

Many wars through the ages that never lessen,
but wars have taught mankind valueable lessons,
war is to avoid as are nuclear weapons,
negotiations improve to stop war that threatens.

Mankind will hunt animals and protect them too,
be an orderly mammal and form a queue,
laws protect and through justice they sue,
the species moves forward while history's for a few.

So what is life like on this colourful planet?
Forever changing, but, possible to plan it,
division in all minds but with variation to merit,
unity, empathy and love make a life to inherit.

Though I live with depression, I'm thankful for my birth,
because a life on Earth, is a life, with priceless worth.
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member I Dreamed a Cloud Forest

Last night’s slumber found me in an evening, cloud forest;
a plethora of mosses covered the ground and I found myself walking on a palette of green hues as night’s curtain fell.  Humidity clammed my skin with its touch; free body lotion.  It feels like I’ve just stepped out of the shower, refreshed. In a water forest you cannot always hear what is behind you; I felt that familiar piercing of eyes when, someone or something is watching and turned to see an Olingo on a tree branch. He was beautiful and as our eyes locked, he stood frozen.  I called him friend then thought about it again.  I then told him not to befriend others of my kind; they would want to harm him. Strange, his high-pitched, voice in my head; “Thank you, you will be my one human friend; you are welcome here”.  He turned, ran into the cloudy haze.  My heart levitated from my chest with elation; I may have saved him and his friends from poachers.

In a cloud forest
varied species living life
majesty surrounds all.



Olingo, A small nocturnal mammal found in Central and South American areas.  They resemble a Kinkajou only with a banded and non-prehensile tail.
Form: Haibun

Premium Member Tater-Tot the Silly Skunk

There’s a little guy, who you may know,
He’s friendly, pudgy, and plump.
And he puts on quite a funny show,
When he plays he likes to hop and jump!

He’s mostly colored all black,
With a tail he can stick up and make fuzzy.
He has a white streak down the middle of his back.
Can you tell me, which animal is he?

Yes, he’s a skunk and his name is Tater-Tot,
And he lives right here at the zoo.
He loves to play and eat a whole lot,
But he’s not stinky and he can’t spray you!

He’s a mammal and an omnivore,
He eats all of his vegetables and meat.
But when he’s done, he always wants more!
And he always spills food cause he’s not very neat!

He’s up all night and he sleeps all day,
He’s nocturnal and can’t see very well.
He’s cute and cuddly and loves to play,
He may not stink, but boy can he smell!
Form: Rhyme

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