What lurks in the shadows?
Creepy predators waiting for their unsuspecting prey.
Best to lock our doors.
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The Predator's Stage
She planned it well, to vanish and to fade away
So, everyone would forget
A clever trap within the mess she made.
She left her things in an arranged design,
To pull at heart strings and keep us all in line.
You wouldn’t believe how many felt the blow,
Even had me feeling guilty
And shed a tear for one they didn’t know.
Behind closed doors she’s someone different
She is vile, a creature dark and cold, a psychopathic heart
A deceiving woman, a child beater through and through,
Not even lovable, though she tried to fool you.
To plan a ritualistic return.
She’s hiding now, preparing for the stage,
Because she failed in her new life
To come back grand and flip another page.
But I have watched the "grandeur" she has planned,
And spread the word across this weary land.
I called her out, the "crook on the loose" is known,
And now her seeds of spite will not be grown.
I’ve spoiled the plan, I’ve broken every seal,
The more who know, the more we make it real.
Her comeback stalls, her ritual is dead,
Because the truth is what we speak instead.
“Tell me” Would we want her back?
What is an internet predator ?
The darkness knows it’s end is coming ...
It works to deceive
It shows its true colours in the company of peace .
It screams “You Lie “, spews words of ridicule to make you cry
It’s mental disease , causing discomfort and feelings of unease
A darkness lurks within , smiles at the end of a bad scene
It’s guiding you to its light ..
behind your smart phone screens ...
I am shocked to see so many followers and its numbers on the rise .....
Is 666 a real number ? Does it mean the demise ?
As above is so below in cotton cumulus skies ?
Love flutters amongst the poppies the ones that keep us safe
Be Kind
BeHappy
Be Gentle
Be a genuine face
Be Safe
In moonlit dunes where silence creeps,
My past still hisses in my sleep
The owl above with spectral stare
The scorpion’s sting, a desert’s dare
They watched, I waited, lips held tight
And struck with fury skinned in night
The mouse so small, so quick, took flight,
And fell beneath my fang's sharp bite
By noon the rat, its frantic dash,
A silent snap, a final flash
A squirrel in the night, it found my hood
In it's neck my venom, nails driven to wood
I, the sly one, a cobra dines alone,
Taking what’s mine, with skills honed
They vanish, twitching, into dust
My hunger’s law, in silence trust
what should we do with sexual predators,
trauma, victims, pain and suffering,
what should we do with sexual predators
they creep in like rats
under a leaking ceiling,
all teeth and shadow.
you can't kill every rat.
but you can stop feeding them.
trauma sits in the corner,
cross-legged, smoking,
she never asks for much,
but she stays.
victims keep walking,
along the yellow brick road
clutching their pain
like a cheap winter coat.
there's no shelter
from memory.
as for the predators—
chain them to the darkness,
make them live where
their own whispers
haunt them.
the rest of us
keep crawling
to morning.
The pre-dawn rang
as cat choirs sang
in waring gangs
sharp and rank
before they sprang
with claw and fang.
Isn’t it an overweening piety
to think that diverse cat societies
would address conflicts more politely
observe more cultural propriety
and politic more peacefully and quietly
than our own species, which behaves violently
Are we not, in part, their masters?
Don’t we war for goals we’re after?
Aren’t some of our leaders practically gangsters?
Does any species author more disasters?
Humans are - frankly - alpha-predator bastards.
If the language of cats, we could unscramble,
and into their feral dialogs we could wrangle,
perhaps we’d see that they’re just following our example.
Sun kisses the earth
the wolves are out on the prowl
women watch your backs
We all live on the food chain
Even if we cannot see it
There are predators that lurk
And those of us who are prey
Fight as prey might
It always ends up running
Never can the predator be defeated
Only postponed for a night
Living under the gaze of their eyes
Constantly aware, on the look out
Never knowing the next attack
Until it's already happening
We can run, or we freeze
Fear's hold so paralyzing
That all we can think of is survival
And try to be a pleasing prey
Eyes as black as the night, and,
The speed of the torpedo,
As it soars into the sea of blue.
Hidden by their attitude of revenge,
Revenge on man.
The Kingdom of the Sea,
Is a vast array of predators,
But the only one is King.
They call him Death.
When you look into,
Those black eyes deep in the Ocean,
You realize it's too late,
Once you see the whites of their eyes.
You are now their prey, and,
The food of the ocean.
You've seen the stories,
You've seen the tales,
You ask yourself,
Do you fight or flee?
Sharks in the ocean, killer whales -
prevalence of predators in knee deep water,
all because men know better.
They, we - bring disaster to the shore,
to the salty, silty, haven
of children, couples, the old and young.
The fascination of jaws, rows of sharp teeth,
claws at our imaginations; not as lovely
a ride as a dolphin does bring; gladly
gambolling along with a friend.
Sharks bite, out for a midnight snack…
even in the sunny hours.
Back to the salty, silty, haven -
the vacation spot, vacated
or kept on the land, not
wanting to become surf and turf, not
wanting an arm or leg
to be separated in the foam,
in the thrill of the wave.
The wave washes onto the coconut beach.
Ebb and flow of romance.
Dark shadows, inviting
and dangerous. Riveting, breathless -
the tide is precipitous. Washed up,
a half-eaten board. Bored or not,
keep limbs on loungers, toes
out of the sea. Don’t tow the line.
6/14/2023
Come the mighty night
with stars and moon blazing bright.
Hunters hark delight!
Predators prey with sharp sight.
Smaller creatures cringe, affright!
I cannot fathom life without an internet.
But I wish teenagers were not being cyberbullied.
I love my poetry sites, and instant access to friends.
But teens are mean to each other, sight unseen.
The internet lets me diagnosis myself. Who needs doctors?
But children are posting missives about cutting and killing themselves.
Making this sound normal; giving other children ideas.
So many contrasting emotions about technology!
I am in touch with my childhood friends after twenty years.
Teenagers are posting photos of themselves skimpily clad.
There are predators out there, utilizing the internet.
Sliding quickly past my pages, hunting our children.
Scorpion
In the piles of wood,
a lizard was nipped by the
tail with a stinger.
Eagle
A pair of wide wings
flapping in the air swooped down
upon a serpent.
Alligator
Fangs in the river
quietly waits for a prey,
attacking the duck.
Bluefin Tuna are listed as, endangered
because of illegal fishing, of global fish stocks
as eighty five percent, is unreported and unregulated
Overfishing of our oceans, has to be quickly eliminated
Bluefin are the largest tuna, and can live up to 40 years
and they migrate across oceans, and can dive 40 thousand feet
They are made for speed, and built like torpedoes
and have retractable fins, but they still end up in food tins
They are tremendous predators, that seek schools of fish
like herring, mackerel and even slippery eels
They have the sharpest vision, of any bony fish
but that doesn’t help, as they end up on a human dish
Rose is beautiful
protected by thorns
She is beautiful too
like the rose , but alas
her beauty and chastity
laid bare unprotected,
prone to attacks of
of predators awaiting,
like hungry jackals
behind the bush to
to pounce on hapless
prey grazing grass;
Oh God the creator
how and when will you
protect the womenfolk
from those treacherous men
who remain ever so brutal
despite showered by waters
of civilization for years and years
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