Long Predator Poems
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I wandered lonely as the crowd
Of harlots, beggars, thieves and shills,
slow followed helpless as it plowed
Through the valleys, over the hills.
Although the leaders of this herd
Spoke loudly no one heard a word.
Continuous, amoeba like
It searched to find its changing way
A predator, slow poised to strike.
Its followers its chosen prey.
And yet the mindless throngs embrace
This demon with a hidden face.
The strange amoebic being purred
As its harsh needs it plainly shared
Its hum now in violence roared
Against all those who never cared.
A fire lit now boldly blazed
I knew somehow the mob was crazed.
And then they came with boots and clubs
Burned the stores and blamed the owners.
They weren’t the police but hooded thugs
Messengers of unknown donors.
I wandered lonely thru this crowd
And wondered, WHY, is this allowed.
John G. Lawless
©9/20/2022
You are the return of words;
A sound I had almost forgotten;
Articulated phrase I let go of
compartmentalized
in a place nobody was meant to wander;
I let that part of me die,
why bring it back to life?
Hearts are healed by a song
only to fail in three minutes and fifteen seconds;
Duration just long enough for a scab to peel
and bleed again;
Aggravating my complexion,
allure of a predator
targeted with tunnel vision;
Who is the enraptured composer?
Two lethal fighters soothed by a melody
have fallen victim to each other;
I can taste my power on your lips
mingling with yours on mine;
Hearts are healed by a song
even with the most jaded of bones;
You are the return of words
the selfish thing I do just for me.
Do you think I run scared from you?
Do you think that you stand above me in those big boots?
Do you think I cower, trembling beneath a table,
With my tail tucked between my legs,
While you search for me atop that high horse you like to ride?
Do you think in this childish game of cat and mouse,
You so deviously started,
That you are the cat with the sharpened claws
And I am the weak, defenceless mouse—
Fulfilling my only purpose as prey to you?
And in this game that you planned out so perfectly,
You sit and torment me day after day:
Until, in the end, the tiny, petrified mouse
Acts out and bites the paw that swipes at it—
Only for you to reverse the roles and pretend that, all along,
You were the poor, poor mouse; hunted mercilessly
By me: the unruly predator.
So, now, you say the mobs will appear to chase the beast away—
You think I hide with my tail tucked between my legs;
Ready to beg for your mercy—
But I will not bow down to the words you say.
If I am the monster, then let this be known:
My teeth are bared and I am waiting to attack;
Say your prayers and kiss your family goodbye
Because trust me, friend,
My bark is not worse than my bite.
Activate, O anodyne.
Free me from the past.
Thought she was a friend of mine?
Hempen rope, thy mast.
Welling up inside you, thus:
Hell, thy fires surround.
Heaven, how I hate! Minus:
All above the ground!
Pain, you spring eternal.
Contentment, you're a drug.
Commands of the kernel?
Diurnal life, zwangzug.
If you dwell in daylight:
The sight of you will tempt.
Fate, thy bite! Fine fight or flight!
Poison, just pre-empt!
Predator, thy fairest face!
Golden is such grace!
O coyote, choose the chase!
Decency displace!
Wind, thy salmon-running ways!
Mate within the maze?
How indeed, sirs, nerves a-frays!
Priceless how it pays!
Space, open a portal.
I wish away to fly.
Demons of the void, stay full?
Anyhow, we try.
Singularities, deep freeze?
Well, we're off our knees.
All day long we're scratching fleas?
Saying please? At ease...
Proximity
Virility displaying
Animalistic hunting
Desirous energy coursing
Transparency in longing
Saturating primal urging
Sweaty scent promising
Sexual stimulations pulsing
Electrifying depths arousing
Voracious hunger thundering
Sleek predator pouncing
Jugular vein clamping
Contracting muscle exploding
Entangled bodies rolling
Beating hearts pounding
Killing swiftly, climaxing
Tousled tongue hanging
Satiated needing
THE HUNT
Ferocious cunning carnivores
hunt helpless harmless herbivores
Slaughter of prey with tooth, paw, claw:
Cruel brutal ruthless Nature’s Law
Wild beast being ready to attack direct,
Tail and skin-hairs stand upright erect.
Odor of predator spreads to relay
news reaching olfactory cells of prey.
Instantly starts rigorous race of life and death.
God knows prey will flee or take last breath.
Taking in grip the predator makes no haste.
It roars howls frightens the prey at best.
The victim shivers and turns almost half dead.
The fierce kills the timid mercilessly at the end.
10/30/16
THE HUNT Contest by Casarah Nance
Cookiecutter Shark
Deep in the ocean, where shadows reside,
A small, sleek hunter, with nowhere to hide.
The cookiecutter shark, a name so absurd,
For a creature whose bite is truly assured.
No great white's terror, no hammerhead's might,
But a circular cut, in the dark of the night.
With a mouth like a scoop, and teeth sharp and keen,
It carves out its meals, a remarkable scene.
From whales to tuna, no creature is safe,
From the alien mark, a peculiar chafe.
A perfect round wound, left on muscle and skin,
A testament to where the small hunter has been.
It lurks in the deep, a cryptic design,
A parasite predator, truly divine.
So next time you swim in the ocean so wide,
Remember the cookiecutter, and where it might hide.
I do not like you folk
I do not like you woke
I'd rather you not spoke
Your throats I'd like to choke
All you do is criticize
See things with an evil eye
The embodiment of cancel culture
The predator we call a vulture
I do not like the clothes you wear
I do not like your unkempt hair
I do not like you here or there
I do not like you anywhere
I do not like you folk
I do not like you woke
Your opinions are a joke
I hope you end up broke
May all your plans completely fail
Then all of you wind up in jail
And if you try to ban this poem
I'll put some ants into your scrotum
~ Theodore Geisel, posthumously
Out of the blue;
lightning bolt jabs, stabs.
Raging storm of vengeance;
searing in the night.
I feel the horror
of the violent tempest.
Vile angry tempest;
sky of black and blue.
A worse horror
is a migraine stab.
It’s the longest nights,
unending vengeance.
The eternal vengeance;
barbarian tempest;
predator of the night;
leaves me so blue.
It’s jabs and stabs
sre a living horror.
Horror of horrors!
unyielding vengeance.
Oh how it stabs;
the searing tempest,
of blacks and blues;
such is a migraine night.
Agony’s night,
a penetrating horror,
singing me blue.
A song of vengeance;
I feel I’ll die as tempest
continues her rabid attack…stabbing.
If I could stab
her in the night;
that rabid tempest;
she’d feel the horror
of my vengeance.
I’d leave her black and blue.
Oh how it stabs; that vile, unyielding tempest!
Oh the nights of such cold-hearted vengeance.
This storm of horror, gives me more than the blues.
In the shallow
light of the moon,
the shadow dives
into the Hydrangeas
seeking a camouflage
of dark green
the howl of the
wolf pierces the
silence of the sleepy night
like the cry of a
hungry infant
the chameleon
turns a fuchsia
to hide from an intruder
foraging the bushes
meanwhile a juicy
insect is within
its strike
it is in a dilemma
should it let go
of its meal on a platter
or should it risk
becoming a meal
to the intruding
predator
even animals need
to make sensible
decisions
the juicy insect
is tantalizingly close
unaware a nocturnal
predator is its
saviour for the present
ignorance is bliss and
the insect is enjoying it
for the moment
but the chameleon is
aware of the lurking
danger in the shape
of the stalking predator
at the moment
the predator is
confused
there was no movement
where did the damn
chameleon go
it’s a test of patience
for both
but in strange ways
one is poised to kill
the other is also
ready to kill but
must save itself
first from being killed
a dark cloud steers
across and hovers above
cutting out the feeble
moonlight for a moment
in a flash
the chameleon strikes
with its humongous tongue
at the same time
darting with incredible
speed into a crevice
safely hidden from
the predator
the wild cat sensed
a movement but
was not prepared for it
it was too fast and
too brief
the insect was doomed
when it inched close
enough to the reptile
the chameleon with its
hunger satiated can
rest well for the night
alas, the predator
must seek its meal
elsewhere
in the dark gloomy
night
mbfarookh