They are the same generation of vipers, sons and daughters of snakes.
suckled into gentle sleep
softness
finessed
understood
waves lap
cares drift
seaweed untangles
lets us be
each grain of sand fits together
creating dunes
that follow curves
nestled in sub-aquatic embrace
hearts beat effortlessly in sync
~ sirens sound asleep ~
undisturbed in undulating waters
oblivious to shipwrecks or sailors
songs sung and days work done
Crimson scaled serpents
Sinuously slithering
Winding through the reeds
SERPENTS’ SOIREE
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Slinking silently, a slithering sight,
Seven silly snakes, under starlit night,
Sassy scales shimmering, shining so bright,
Sipped sweet scotch, subtle, smooth, and smokey,
Seeking to score and swap silly stories.
Oh my!
This sly staircase,
a coiled serpent,
struck on the Christmas eve
when stars blinked through the dark veil,
still it lurks.
Sunsets in Saharan skies
Every nomad looks and sighs
Reprieved from unrelenting heat
Peruse the sun in its retreat
Every desert roamer knows
Nights with cool sand twixt their toes
Their utmost fear at the oasis?
Serpents lurk in nighttime places
So the creatures of the night
Creatures that emerge and bite
Only fear the bedouin
Replete with pots to cook them in
Pincers and a stinging tail
Indiana Jones might wail
Only serpents chill him more
Night time creatures by the score
Scurry over moonlit land
And sting the foolish barefoot man
Nomads snare this living lunch
Dine on scorpion crispy crunch
Once scorpions and serpents prowl
Whence the Pharaoh Eagle Owl
Looms so silent in the gloom
Serpents and scorpions meet their doom
The beautiful serpents
I saw this dazzling serpents.
It's looked so beautiful.
It had a soft skin.
But very dangerous.
Who would believe?
Who will understand?
A beautiful snake.
But highly destructive.
The serpents is very calm.
But very calculative.
It doesn't strike immediately .
But if it strikes its mostly get it's prey.
Oh what a beautiful creation of God.
Oh what a dazzling beauty.
Finest of all creation.
The pretty sexy serpents.
Serpents, scorpions, owls,
Swingers, stingers, wise old gals,
Dogs, bones, bow wow wows,
Paws, purrs, cat's meows.
Canines, felines, feral creatures,
Headlines, deadlines, double features,
Ping, pong, pink expressions,
Sing, song, apprehensions.
Sows, cows, milk-bag givers,
Scaredy-cats and chicken livers,
Porky pigs and truffle treasures,
Dorky wigs and other pleasures.
Polywogs and rollie pollies,
Gollygogs and holly holies,
Ice cream trucks and cone packers,
Dumb clucks and silly quackers.
Gritty Kitty, kitty litter,
Nitwitty babysitter,
Baby bottles, bubble slumbers,
Rubber baby buggy bumpers.
All around are funny creatures,
Rabbit Ears and bunny features,
Serpents, scorpions, and owls,
Trick-or-treaters call them pals.
What do you look for in a man?
I usually say wisdom.
An owl that is respectful,
Thinks with his head,
But still acknowledges the heart.
As much as i pretend to love those birds,
Who flock to your side once smitten—
I tend to fall,
For those sly serpents,
Who could care less if I’m eaten.
I know they tell lies,
But their sickly sweet words,
Dripping like honey,
Trick my senses,
Into thinking they’re sweeter than they are cruel.
Hiding behind that vexing charm,
Serpents weaken their prey.
Combining appetite with desire,
They confuse my instincts.
My scorpion tail hesitates,
Not knowing whether their smile is false or not,
I shouldn’t sting if I’m unsure.
His smirk hides his fangs,
He knows what he does to me.
I let his venom spread through my veins—
I wish I didn’t fall for serpents.
War is like a battle of serpents
evil slithering from all directions
Poison comes from their fangs
in the form of bombs and artillery
The snakes surround and strangle
like tanks in the middle of the night
But can you see them, smell them
as they cause death and destruction
Multi-colored and camouflaged
they seek to kill and maim
So let me take this sword and dagger
and cut off the two headed snakes
Let them bleed out
so freedom can reign
SERPENTS SCORPIONS AND OWLS
We are led to believe that serpents lie
But that is the theme of a famous story
And by eating forbidden fruit, we die
Living a life no longer blessed in glory
Scorpions look evil, but that’s the point
A stinging tail used only when required
But depends however on a flexible joint
And with its protective scales, is attired
Owls are supposed to be wise, it is said
I guess it’s helped by wide angle of view
And sees so much when turning its head
Well perhaps after all, it may just be true
One night, in the famous Amazon Rainforest
held its first “Mr. or Miss Venomous Quest,”
Goals of the search were for entertainment and fun
catered to all diurnal brutes who’re sad without the sun.
Nocturnal animals hosted an amusement battle
where the chosen team-representatives will wrestle,
They put up a wrestling ring under an oak tree
for all spectators could clearly view or see.
Invited judges were two birds from the west
who’ve the biggest eyes among the animals in the forest
They were Mr. and Mrs. Owls of Nocturnal Village
who married after one of them took advantage.
Loud cheers filled the air during that night
Judges’ wide eyes were as bright as the moonlight
Before the serpent has been bitten by the scorpion,
Strangled by her pinchers, she was declared champion!
Entry for: Serpents, scorpions, owls poetry contest.
Sponsor: Sara Jama
I think I have met them all
- the sneaky serpent -
- the toxic scorpion -
- the wise owl -
There are some things in nature to be cautious with,
amongst the multitude of things to enjoy
People can reflect these very things
As I walk through life, I observe the reflections
I make choices along the way, as best I can
The owl hoots to remind me, he or she is still there
As well as lessons I have learned - and I will not break -
4/3/25
(C)opyright
slithering, creeping, shuttering terror
serpent grovels along the dust of earth
forked tongue hisses, taunting and twisting
is there smoke as nostrils flare?
is he something to beware?
followed by scorpion, sharp edged spite
stinger rises, poisonous venom hot!
daring a challenge, zig zag striking!
watch your feet is this the devil’s plot?
owl in the sky stretches its wings
caresses air above the cursed ground
screeching, taunting, threatening
for it wells knows
one snap of its powerful beak
its death gripping talons
will extinguish
both serpent and scorpion
below.
In the grass,
Where he is hiding some stolen gas
While gossiping about his obese boss
Who does not know more about the big
multicouloured serpent in his company.
In the grass,
Obsess to steal from his obese boss
Possessing a spirit of telling lies
Like the serpent in Eden.
Blabbing lies to gain,
Hoodwinking to destroy the company.
In the grass
When you know the true coulours of some
Serpents near you,
It will be hard for them to bite you.
Watchout snakes in your yard.
March 21 /2023
Written for poetry contest sponsored by Anthony Biaanco
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