Love me Once, and Twice again,
Summer Months, from Mice to Men!
Summer Boar, on Figs they Dine,
Now they Soar, from Pigs to Swine!
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~ haply ~
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It hits fast with no trace
No warning…no face
Slips in slick and sips blood quick
Steals breath and whispers death
It chokes and grinds
Claws deep and rewires minds
No mercy…no pause
Just rot and crippling loss
It feeds and crawls
A shadow that shatters and mauls
No escape or way out
It leaves permanent scarring and doubt
We forgot to close the coop and a
predator came calling.
We became entangled by his loop
and now the government he's uphauling.
We let a nemesis on the premises,
so billionaires he's installing..
Slashing and gutting Federal agencies.
What will survive this mauling?
The chaos and the casualties,
so tragic and appalling..
starkly somber skies
omnipotent owl overlords
parliament prevails
Is ambition the predator
Is greed…
Indeed…
Lest they become the prey
~ or the prayed upon
carnivores are not
omnivores… unfairly earned
... their reputation
Denying reality not to feel guilty,
doesn't mean being free of misery;
he sits alone, he grumbles, he detests
the pathetic glances they flash at him;
he fills his tall glass to the brim...
and spit out all the untold truths!
Losing what was dear to him is another piffle,
a thing without value that suggests intimidation;
what makes him happy is aiming his sharp rifle
and threaten who doesn't share his conviction.
Some shut their mouths, many run;
dying at the hands of a violent man
may take their life as he pulls the trigger,
turns into a beast, shouting with anger.
Has he ever read the Holy Bible that forbids murder?
Punishment doesn't apply to him: he's the predator;
and he punishes whom he thinks is responsible
for his misfortunes and loves to see him tremble!
Denying reality not to feel guilty,
doesn't mean being free of misery;
he sits alone and grumbles, he detests
the pathetic glances they flash at him!
He fills his tall glass to the brim...
and spitss out all the untold truths!
Losing what was dear to him is another piffle,
a thing without value that suggests intimidation;
what makes him happy is aiming his sharp rifle
to threaten who doesn't share his conviction.
Some shut their mouths, many run;
dying at the hands of a violent man
may take their life as he pulls the trigger,
turns into a beast, shouting with anger.
Has he ever read the Holy Bible that forbids murder?
Punishment doesn't apply to him: he's the predator;
and he punishes whom he thinks is responsible
for his misfortunes and loves to see him tremble!
The predator will face the Judge and the Jury,
they will convict him and throw away the key;
ah, taking a human life is eternal damnation:
there's no escape from such condemnation!
Eggs within the nest
Doves are so cheerful
They couldn't, yet, rest
Snakes make them fearful
Amidst the savannah roam conniving beasts,
Their motives mask their actions all too well,
In politics, their power never ceases,
Nigeria's fate, it seems, they seek to quell.
A hyena lurks in positions high,
Schemes with a jackal, plotting their deceit,
Their hunger gnaws, they seek to multiply,
Their tally of embezzled wealth complete.
The vulture watches, waiting in the wings,
To swoop and feast on riches unearned,
While rats scuttle in the shadows, unseen,
With cunning plans that leave their nation burned.
Oh, Nigeria, blest with such diversity,
To thrive, the beasts of politics must flee.
© Anointed
...So he walked out, stuck out his hand,
said, “Ma’am, I think I can help you,
I’m a Hollywood talent scout,
and you’re girl has potential, it’s true.
“You may not know me from Adam,
but I think your girl could go far,
tell me ma’am, have you ever thought
that she could be a child star?
The mother shrieked and grabbed her wrist,
they both sprinted fast to get clear,
he just grumbled and walked away,
no use looking for talent here.
He found his girl eventually,
tabloids tell her tale every day,
she wished she’d had a good mother
to save her from becoming prey.
peregrine stoops
fluster of feathers
pirouettes earthwards
prowler in the night, slow and calculated
your eyes already have their hooks in me
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Posted on September 30, 2022
I used to be predator, wanting to save prey.
Recognizing my own rescuing personality in them.
Understanding their sorrow, which they cover up with mirth.
I could see the light in their eyes was diminishing.
Their soul was no longer their own.
I wanted to save them from their predator, usually a narcissist.
Of course, it was futile.
A narcissist is ruthless.
They see us as objects, dehumanize us.
I used to be a predator.
I expanded all kinds of energy.
Trying to rescue others
because I had once upon a time rescued myself
being a natural prey.
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