Predatory Poems - Poems about Predatory

It was a perfect day, a sunny golden day. I felt the gentle sweep of easy breezes, the music of the wind. It was my daily stroll around the neighborhood, my daily clarity. It was there, and then I beheld the cat, the leashed Siamese cat, prowling and smelling. A man clutched this leash, seeming absorbed, seeming preoccupied by cat rubbing and sniffing, cat...

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I'd heard a story some years ago of thirteen cautions let it be known.' On gordon brown (prime minister then) about lewd acts with young Boys not men! And not uoon the sports field (you'll now ken!) Reuters knew yet a Story ever aired.? How badly could all news sources be impaired?...

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Screech of owl with shrieking caterwauling doesn’t startle me at all until wings shroud the sky. My blessed-courage takes cover real fast as the rodent alongside’s encroached on by talons. The thick presence of the owl says don’t look, turn a blind eye to his kill as neck turns one slick eye. He has no taste for human flesh except if two legs gets in...

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I see him there Hiding Peering through Damp blades of grass Weighing the odds Wet track Thick grass Slick surface The bauble hangs Tauntingly Glistening In a shimmering wind Claws clench Shoulders tense A final flip Of an impatient Predatory tail… ...

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Accept the "Holy Fathers" stains? What prideful tolerance sustains The acts by priestly "Confessors" Whose transgressions we all deplore. Their molestations cause such pain That no repentance can explain To parishes stretched far and wide - To innocents they cast aside. Religious aristocracy, Duplicitous conformity, Accepted this hypocrisy - This predatory blasphemy. Faux piety to hide their shame, Disdaining good and shielding blame; No deft Indulgence could resolve - No...

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Particularly peripatetic penguins pursue pharmacological possibilities perusing polar predator proboscis predilections, predominantly picking putrified, phenobarbital-packed perch-piece puree packings, provocatively presented. ---------- I wish I could have gotten a rhyme in there as well, but that's an alliterative Pleiades with 10-syllable lines. It's also a near summary of the latest escapades over on the collaborative limerick thread in forums... Come join us!...

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She is insatiable;predatory In business always valedictory Sees no conflict of interest in her position Spurns financial disclosure requisition She strides like a colossus, speedily Eating smaller fry greedily Using as an opportunity every disrupter Allowing nothing or nobody to be an interrupter...

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I once was here, then in the blue ocean, I once was dry, then thrown into commotion. I had no clue, for I was in the complete dark, but I was becoming a GREAT WHITE SHARK! Just a wee baby was I at five feet in length, I have a dozen siblings all in great strength. I’m just a pup...

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Predatory Riches Upset French Presidential Campaign #Fillon, rich and predatory,’s in the slime, Took public money for his wife so fine. His campaign to advance To President of #France Has people saying, 'He’s passed a red line.' It's tough on Penelopé, Who's slaved for her man, But the money 'enveloppé' Counts her work as a sham, So she's on a slippery slope, Is his dear...

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Surge of rage in domes of violence skins the history, becomes a frozen embryo of genetic markers, shimmers in society, race and native shirts. Enters into the creation of a saga accomplished by advancing poppies; there was no connection to ancestors. Brutalizing golden dawn leaves a bitter taste. They were fighting with broken swords. Virgin flesh becomes moon face, bloats for a fatal jump, on to the...

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There are too many roads, that have lead me down it's path --- It seems the further I journey, the more society shows me their rath --- So I go on into this mystery called life --- Even though each day greets me like an ex-wife --- Burdens do not diminish as one grows older --- Infact trouble doubles and the public...

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Surge of rage in domes of violence skins the history, becomes a frozen embryo of genetic markers, shimmers in society, race and native shirts. Enters into the creation of a saga accomplished by advancing poppies; there was no connection to ancestors. Brutalizing golden dawn leaves a bitter taste. They were fighting with broken swords. Virgin flesh becomes moon face, bloats for a fatal jump, on to the...

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