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There was a knight with locks that were golden
Protecting a kingdom in threat of folding
King and his trusting mighty duck
Caring only for the almighty buck
From the north
Sharks were present for what it was worth
Putting on stage predators telling them to go forth
Until one day in a foggy dream
A mariner let out a scream
There was a gigantic Kraken
Started attacking
With only eleven on board
Holding things on shore
Trying not the rip the chord
Apparently the King’s mighty duck
Got wind about the maritime bad luck
Issuing a statement through a loud quack
How the fisherman got whacked
Upon pondering the news
King knew what to do
Take the singing predator out on a date
Make them lyrical bait
Seasoned to perfection
No reason for a rejection
Sending the sharks in
From the tank where they are projected to win
Sticking out their deadly fin
Somewhere in the desert the knight with golden locks
Was watching the clock
When a peasant came by
Noticing the golden lock good looking guy
Walking her coyote companion
Ran in
To each other
Both needing a lover
Smiling a grin
Knight with the golden locks was getting ready to sin
When a quack was heard
King’s message distributed from his trusting swimming bird
“What do you mean Kraken is alive
Wasn’t the sea hawks patrolling the sky
I must go and be the 12th man
Take a warrior stand”
Off the knight with the golden locks went into battle
Easy corralling the aqua monster like it was cattle
In the end he steamed Kraken real good
Delicious sea food
Understood
Glazed with special oils
Before wrapped in foil
Canucks placed at its side
Decorating the meal that was worth a tasty try
When the knight with golden locks came home
There was a call on his phone
From the peasant girl asking “are you all alone?”
Meeting halfway
Wedding ring proposing lifelong stays
As for the Kraken
Needed to receive backing
Sharks and predators answered the request
Wanting the knight with golden locks to be put to another test
He paces steadily in the ash of evening
while a neck cranes to watch the darkness fall:
an armor on his back hardens amidst
the chatter of leaves at the far end
of a sea where danger waits.
Through a haze, a fearless turtle
stands guard against the rage of winds;
his beaded eyes cautiously
scanning predators as flowers bend
for comfort of night’s droning hum.
Displaying an ancient legacy, he traverses
the mossy dune with shell and flippers
kneading stealthily in cunning motion…
oh, bearer of water and earth
evolves like a mystical ninja turtle
carrying the load to find a jeweled star.
Cyndi MacMillan's Free Verse- Turtle Contest
by nette onclaud
Majestic Eagle
Imagine the sights
of an eagle's keen eyes,
gracefully gliding
through soaring blue skies.
Dominion she known
since the earliest days,
Kings of the air
even natives would praise.
Regal in nature
with confident class,
no movement unseen
should her eyes chance to pass.
A warrior hunter
with valor and grace,
no match is her prey
in the predators race.
The size of her talons
are gripping with fear,
while the smallest of sounds
can't escape from her ears.
A life like a Phoenix
amidst it's ascension,
worthy of honor,
respect and attention.
Her powerful wings
a sight to behold,
so fitting her castings
are polished in gold.
Sharp as a razor
her beak takes its prey.
a natural warrior's predator way.
Aside from her grandeur
of honor and pride,
the eagle is from
whom the rest of all hide.
No match for
her majesty, power and size,
even great owls
find respecting her wise.
Pray for wayward doves heading out west.
For the single parent trying to do what's best.
Did anyone ever pray for those
with yellow stars sewn to their sunken chests.
Predators simply see goodness as softness.
Something to be prodded, poked, and diddled with.
Nibbled away 'til it becomes a black hole of mayhem and mischief.
Gift to the young a firm and gentle hand.
The wisdom of age, how to engage
and the guts to debride out the bad.
Teach them the value of things
how to earn respect void of demand.
Keep them tight to the caring wing
until they can discern nightmare from dream
or a greasy, red-beaked buzzard
from a silver songbird stream.
Bail
Walking down the street
Jogging nor leaping
Our hope is given a little threat
By them entrusted the essence of our being
"...Your friend" is made to be their slogan
Truly it is to romance our purse
Even without guilt, just for their gain
Making us criminals in our house
Relations and friends in innocence
Are made to run from pillar to pole
For liberty to be made in praise
Yet obtaining from our purse is our friends' goal
Liberty is free in law
But frustration they make in making us pay
Yes, we do in ignorance of the law
Encouraging them feast on us all day
....."your friends", oh our friends
Of what good is a parasite friend
Incarcerating those presumed innocent?
For the benefit of their purse
Bail
They said you're free
Yet our beloved delight in jail
Not their will but the law that fails to agree
The worse is the court
Our hope, lord and strength
That verification must be supported with naira notes
Else, prosecutors will not make it fly
Presumption of innocence, not in their watch
Why the need for the law of bail?
That's the essence both courts and "our friends" never catch
Making the presumed innocents suffer liberation in jail
Many households are in disarray
For the loss of loved ones to "our enemy-friends"
Encouraging greed that persist to the gray
And the government turn unconcerned eyes
Who will save the innocent from the predators
Roaming around to be "our friends"?
As all roads blocked for a possible liberation
Leaving us with no options for solutions
Speak, I say speak out!!
Else "our enemies and friends"
Will keep feeding on us being ignorants
It's the law that bail is free and all must obey it.
The summer was lush with death,
it turned the hare into a twirling dervish,
the raccoon to a pantomime villain,
forced mice
to sing in the jaws of predators.
The woods are bare now,
trees rattle,
birds clatter twiggy wings,
briar tangles
in the bare throats of scarecrows.
October gourds glow, there serrated grins
reflected within the eyes
of late stalking cats.
Nocturnal winds sweep in,
bone corseted myths
ride upon the cracked racks
of desiccated lambs.
Petticoats hang from gristly limbs
much tattered by thorns.
By December, the skeletal woods
crunch inwards like roofless catacombs.
Reckless children are lost
in a leafless maze of fairytales.
Mothers tag the young
like puppy dogs, vaccinate them
against dismay.
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reent edit
My apartment once looked like it was decorated for halloween.
Throughout spider webs were on display easily seen,
from every corner of every room and from beam to beam,
but these weren't props, these were the real thing.
I guess a spider got into my apartment through my air conditioner most likely,
and proceeded to procreate a lot of spider babies,
who kind of took permanent residence eventually.
Rather than exterminate, I chose to coexist with them,
and I believe that they too had sensed that I had no bad intentions.
They would freely come on to my hand and creepy crawl along my arm,
as if knowing that I wouldn't cause any of them any harm,
then I would place my hand in the direction,
of a spider web it may have likely spun,
and off they would go amongst their web's scattered debris,
of dehydrated husks of insects, but only one variety.
The prey that these eight-legged predators enjoyed the most,
was that classic uninvited guest, the common cockroach.
Prior to this whole spider invasion,
the cockroach was a major problem in my apartment,
but after the spiders moved in,
I began seeing less and less of them,
and shortly after that, there were none.
There was also an immediate decrease in the spider population.
Their prey the cockroach was no longer in abundance,
and so the spiders died out too due to lack of prey.
I haven't seen a spider or a cockroach to this very day,
but I will always be grateful to the arachnids, because they helped me,
to get my apartment roach free, completely, finally.
Believe it or not, this is a true story.
Oh Robin! I wish I could tell how much I love thee
Small fluffy and beautiful, you bestow much joy to me
Mesmerized I listen your melodic music whole day
Wagging your tail angrily, you drive predators away
Your cosy home, a hole in the trunk of flame tree
Amid flower's, wearing orange skirt, you bring glee
04.06.2021
Note : Based on real observation of Robin from my balcony. When they sit on top of flame tree flowers, it seems they are wearing orange skirt. They look very pretty in that.
Both pictures taken from my balcony. One depicts the nest in tree trunk.
For Bite Size Poem no.4, Line Gauthier
As the evening sun dipped in the blood-red horizon,
A gust of Silence came, whispered and then hushed
The warm air that was hastily passing the dungeon
Of thick scrub where the quivering grasses blushed.
The last flickering of Sun vanished and it was time.
Darkened, It was time for hunting and to be hunted.
The primordial cycle of hunt began in a raw chime
Of survival for the fittest. All hunt now enchanted.
Night here is so horrifying, even the Breeze dares
To sound its airy hum. Predators roam everywhere.
From the high branches, dark caves, dark soil-crater
And thick bushes, the primordial Eye of Death stares.
The Primordial creatures trample, fly, glide, clutch
With their teeth, claws, peaks soaked in the blood.
Creatures perish, new creatures emerge here in such
A world of Hunters, Hunted. All wander like cloud.
i'm tired of people asking me how many friends do i have
i'm always at loss for words
i truly cannot tell anymore what is my perception on truth is
at a point where i stand now, i truly can't recall
when was the last time i had an ally i could trust?
some people are good and they don't need to be labelled
while the bad ones always got themselves a tag
for me it used to be an honor to have many friends
but right now i truly feel alive
paradox my situation is
where i feel good to be as a single fish in the lake
i won't have any predators to worry about and will face natural death
i don't have someone who could befriend me and poison my brain