Short Serengeti Poems
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Tanka
A lake within me
Night-full looks for an outlet
The mere is empty
Back to sleep dream of horses
Surviving in Serengeti
the happiest moments in my life
occur when i drink
sit at one of the good bars
sip on that serengeti lager
the beer i love so much!!
let go
the reigns of love
for love is
a curious
enough to
follow you
through the heart of Serengeti
unto a path of clearing
PLAIN SERENGETI
Zebra herds nudge babes along
Low slung sun burns shaded eyes
Shallow pools hide fish from hawks
Peace of Paradise
Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
12/1/2012
The flight two-o-seven is three hours late.
Drunk pilot exchanged all the maps for his bail.
The lions and tigers will be more than just happy.
The plane has successfully touched Serengeti ;-D
A crowd of
White aspen
Performs the
Sacred moon dance, but
They cling together
Like a herd of
Wild zebras, on
The Serengeti Plain
Their leaves
Resonate from
The sweet scent of
The lion’s claws
the
ubiquitous
reflective
eyes
scanning
throughout
the
Serengeti Plains
of
the
wild spotted
hyena
laughing
giggling
chuckling
while
feasting
and
crushing
the
bones
of
the
daunted
prey
Destiny star
Taking me
Underneath
Your white wings
Leading me
On through
This sparkling
Night
In The Serengeti
Your flight path
Leading me on
To a perfect
Place on
The other side of
The ancient sun
stealthily stalking
grasses of gold disguise him....
serengeti king
streaks of black and white
pounding out panic's pursuit....
dusty clouds of fear
weaklings fall away
struggle vainly to survive....
nature roars aloud
pen to my paper
A slave for a master
The brown in pigmentation
Beautiful dialects
of a Zulu nation
rediscovered
in a queen's eyes.
Her gaze speaks
like a summer sunrise
befalling the Serengeti
pen to my paper.
Word to my flow
A mixture of color
only poets know
Think we are humans.
You are wrong.
Look at your palms.
Count errors recorded there.
Do you see the ones against humans?
Are they few?
Take a new stand now.
Why not register as lion citizen?
Which Game Park is your nation?
Serengeti, Maasai Mara, Queen Elizabeth?
domesticated
thirty-something female
watches deep sea fishermen
battle with her demons
testosterone depleted husband
watches lions mating
in the Serengeti
orange fingers
stray to bite sized
edibles
child plays on a mat
with imaginary cat
a television replays
its family circle
a stampede of memories flood the plain
fearful of the hidden assassin
that time itself reveals
their skins, thick with the dead
callous accusations and conversations
aired frequently in public
brambles envelop them, ripping flesh
but the stalker waits silently
until enough blood has been spilled
staring at a stereo
in the Serengeti
Sarah getting stir crazy
gotta get out of this ghetto
Sarah saw a
chance and took it
sailed on a sailboat
slowly to Nantucket
thanks wholly
to her Nan’s ticket
nice of her and now
Sarah seems brighter
somewhat better
as she wrote neatly
in her Nan’s letter
Today I was a lion
I lay out on the lawn
With the cat by my side
And together
We were a small pride
Beneath the searing heat
Of the Serengeti
Well South Herts
To be precise
But it was nice
In our jungle garden home
And we would like to reassure you
That no antelope were harmed
In the making of this poem
Driving through the Serengeti plains
twilight started to fall over the land
Then in the blink of an eye night falls
no slow fading of light just darkness
The full moon comes out and reveals
the sky awash with rainbows of colour
all left behind by the glowing setting sun
bathing all of the plains with technicolour
written 08/04/2013
contest poem about sunset
Dec 1982 is when mama pushed me out of her womb
but now,
now i am banished from human society
with no means of fighting
human violence or beast
they stop,stare and then say i'm weak
i'm coming out from the wilderness
where it's too cold
screaming peace
rappin my favorite hip-hop song
exhaling weedsmoke
out of my nostrils
holdin a bottle of serengeti in my right hand.
PRIDE OF THE PRIDE
FIERY FIRE FROM THE HUNTER'S EYES
TELL THE LUCKY PREY TO HIDE
AND LET THE UNLUCKY ONES BE HIS PRIZE
LORD OF THE SERENGETI
TOUCH NOT HIS MARE
HE NEEDS NOT YOUR PENNY
FOR BLOOD AND MEAT IS ALL HE CARE
PRIDE OF THE PRIDE
HARBINGER OF THE JUNGLE ROAR
DEADLY BITES ON ITS OWN KIND
ENORMOUS JAW ,ENORMOUS POWER
DEAR LITTLE CUB
WHEN YOU ARE CROWNED ,DON'T KILL A CUB
Listen to poem:
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
Sound the alarm War Is Upon Us, war is upon us!!!!
Chaos, panic, and fear rushed in like a herd of gnu trampling the Serengeti
Blinded by the smoke screens intended to mask the enemies movements
Weapons drawn aimlessly pointing with no understanding
Destruction plagued the land spilling corpse, laid bare for show
Visuals for the fallen decorate the ruins
How short live is the plea for the martyred
NORTH SEA WINTER
teasing dawn weeps winter fog
day's light prances swiftly by
ice floes in the blood of men
prism nights shatter
Victoria Anderson-Throop
12/01/2012
Natural Dodoitsu Contest
THE SERENGETI
Zebra herds nudge babes along
Low slung sun burns shaded eyes
Water pools hide fish from hawks
Peace of paradise
Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
12/1/2012
Natural Dodoitsu Contest
That’s not my elephant, this here’s Ella my wife
She claims the extra pounds came with her change of life
She now takes ballet, but watching her dance in tights
Sends chills down my spine and gives second graders frights
Her plate’s piled high with lasagna and spaghetti
Chowing down on our drive to the Serengeti
I think every husband should have a bill of rights
“Euthanasia,” I’ll plead, when they read her last rites
in the middle of the Serengeti I fell asleep one day
hoping wildebeests and cheetahs were far away
eyes dared me to wake up, and I was scared for a minute
but then I saw the giraffes, and saw the fun in it.
They formed a rescue posse, and were curious about me.
Taller than I had imagined, even taller than the tree
I felt safe because it was not yet dusk, but I woke up fast.
When I heard a possible cheetah shaking up the grass.
Wildebeest, zebra, and gazelle,
Such a wonderful sight to see.
Lions, hippos, and elephants;
Like tiny toys appeared to me.
Above the desert, 'neath blue sky,
My memory recalls the flights,
Aloft in those hot air balloons,
Thrilled by the Serengeti sights.
December 8, 2015
~4th Place~
Contest: Old or New, 8 line MAX
Sponsor: Rick Parise
Judged: 10/08/2016
It was a pleasure to burn
The memories faded
As I lit the match
My eyes were jaded
How dare they laugh and scorn
At my dreams, my hopes
My only freedom from this life
Without which, I cannot cope
I will soon be free and content
To be what they will not let me
I will be among my pride
As a lion on the Serengeti
So here’s to resurrection
To be reborn as we truly are
I as I tip the poison down my throat
Farewell, cruel world. RAAWR