I am a little hunter
Whose passion isn't born out of stake like a punter
But with pleasure do travel miles
To get more experience compiles
I am with no one in my Safari
Oh! GBEEE! my darling dog, sorry
May death forget you
My best loyal companion in the blue
Gbeee is an ever ready local dog
Dangerous like a crazy bulldog
That goes all ways after prey
To ensure we do not return in vain
But one ing day
Went against preys and ate all its gain
Furious was I seeing this
Yet for it, I packaged a hard beating at ease
To erase its self-centered ego
For its state to be restored as an amigo
To never do such again
Even if in hunger it is so drain
But not once has it ever heard me whistling
And never return bristling...
This I evacuated from its memory
One of my ever glowing hunting testimony
Samantha sensed another safari was in her very near future
the summer was not over yet, so she ran to Africa, the Congo
Mosquitoes, Covid, Typhoid and fruit flies did not bother her
Her maps were worn out so she winged it, and loved it so…
With a stiff upper lip and old school tie
still it's just not cricket
but the upper crust they say
are on a sticky wicket
to pay the estate or make ends meet
they have conducted tours
of stately homes safari parks
and the family jewels
we used to go to Scarborough Southend-on-Sea
Bognor Brighton Blackpool
have fish 'n' chips for tea
but now for fifty pee we natter
with a Duchess or the Duke
for half a quid a cuppa
with a true blue-blooded bloke
as they're all skint like me and you
there's not a lot a poor Lord can do
but bite the bullet and enjoy
hobnobbing with the hoi polloi
While on safari
(Kiswahili for 'trip')
in Tanzania
over the horizon in a downward slip
across the savannah
the sun had begun to set
thought I'd seen it all
and yet
out on the endless plains
known to the Maasai as 'Serengeti'
not laughing but
and don't think me petty
with leopard-like
rosettes dotted
some funny-looking hyenas
there were spotted
Africa, gentle your fiery wild blaze,
Lest heat waves plunder my safari days.
I seek adventure, wild, fun-filled and free,
Not scorching sunbeams that beg to drain me.
The savannah's golden vastness beckons,
Two giraffes emerge, my stares they reckon,
Their eyes bright, like ancient wisdom, meet mine,
My camera begs to flaunt their design.
Their gaze gave a shared fleeting scary bond,
My heart beats fast, with great wonder beyond,
The shutter clicked to a frozen delight,
Memorable moments captured pure bright.
Poetry is like a motion
You see the junction
And the function
To ride the railroad
Till the end of the world
Our winter break at Safari West.
Birds chirping in their nest.
The creek’s melodious medley
The smell and pitter-patter of the rain
Goosebumps from the cold wind
Thick fog covering the tall pine
And ducks and ducklings swimming in a line
I'm limping in the Savanna
With my safari hat askew
I've never been to Africa before
So this experience is new
I can see an elephant in the distance, far, far away.
My legs have started to tremble,
I hope that's where that elephant will stay.
I get out my binoculars, hoping I look like a pro,
I dropped them in the dense grassland
And did not see them go,
I knelt on the ground to see if I could find
My binoculars as I did not want to leave them behind.
I looked for ages until my poor knees ached,
I soon ran away as I heard the slithering of a snake.
The snake moved fast, getting closer and closer to me.
I clasped my arms around an enormous tree.
The snake slid by with a look of disdain.
When overhead, I heard the motion of a plane.
I whipped off my jacket and waved it fervently.
Screaming at the top of my voice, please come and save me.
I could see the pilot wave, and much to my delight.
I would be safe before the dark of night.
Did I enjoy this experience?
The answer is NO
Home Sweet Home Safar is I want to go.
A journey to another land
Where I am free to roam
I reach outside my comfort zone
This doesn't feel like home
I look upon the rocky plains
As I am harnessed in
A chance to zip above it all
I can't wait to begin
Wild beasts below my feet
And birds up in the sky
My nerves are high but I'm assured
That I am safe; it's time to fly
I take my final breath and jump
As I embark upon my quest
My voice is heard throughout the land
"This feels like a beta test!"
2/2/22
MY FAVORITE VACATION IN RHYME Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
African Lion Safari, a joy to behold
Fenced in wildlife, a vast expanse unfolds
Lions and tigers at play
Hyenas, no favorite I'd say
Perhaps an African Hyena Safari of their own
haiku
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a fledgeling starling
came to the pond to quench thirst
a koi carp jumped
-
no butterflies
a white tailed bumblebee queen
mint moths abundant
-
hen blackbird
feeding newly hatched chicks
wasps succumbed to rain
-
flower fly hovers
over greater speedwell
forget-me-not blooms
-
midges chance their luck
my white lilac turned to seed
bird cherries ripen
-
on my garden bench
recording observations
shirt off sunbathing
-
moss once roof attached
lay scattered on the footpath
spring storm has its way
-
a little cracker
a joy... birds shelling peanuts
the squirrels' hoard them
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senryu
******
Trump feeds the birds
then shoots or traps them... frugal
no a wicked man
a sunny day... a macro safari... captured all... inside my camera...
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Our friends went on safari;
We enjoyed their tales and pics.
The guides escorted them to bed,
Their weapons only sticks.
Yet once inside their tents they heard
Some lions in a fight.
With predators so close, I know
I’d never sleep at night.
Another day a hippo started
Making an approach.
The guide called out, “Get in the jeep!”
Which was their touring coach.
The wildlife photos did impress,
The settings gorgeous, too,
But I’m content with what I see
When I am at the zoo.
W-e go on a safari
I-n the wild place on earth;
L-et the equipment and caravan
L-ead us to a million mirth.
I-f we go on a safari,
A-ll we have to do is prepare;
M-ake a good expedition of each and every hunter.
S-un starts to rise once more,
O-n the twenty-first of February;
L-ight has begun to show,
I-t's time to go on a
S-afari.
Each new day I read
Poems from around the world
A great Safari
27.03.2015 A-L Andresen :)
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