The Ending
The only tree left in the whole world
was opening its leaves to welcome
the day to the survivors
Among extinct animals
the Tasmanian tiger, beside the Hubro
They had been friends since 1936
There was no artificial light, and the stars
had paled as night became day
Humanity was missing; it had not made
The transition to a planet at peace
dropped heavy bombs killing their own
A war cry, after us, there will be no one
The enemy of peace will be vanquished
even when we too died
Categories:
tasmanian tiger, absence, abuse, age,
Form: ABC
A magic moment sonnet
The only tree left in the whole world
was opening its leaves to welcome
the day to the survivors
Among extinct animals
the Tasmanian tiger, beside the Hubro
They had been friends since 1936
There was no artificial light; the stars
had paled as night became day
Humanity was missing; it had not made
The transition to a planet at peace
dropped heavy bombs killing their own
a war cry, after us, there will be no one
Categories:
tasmanian tiger, age, analogy, angst, animal,
Form: ABC
Thyacine
Tasmanian tiger
Tasmanian wolf
carnivorous marsupial
kept young in pouch
native to Australia, Tasmania, New Guinea
Thyacine is to Australia
What Sasquatch is to North America
Been sighted but not recently penned or captured
Sasquatch might be a myth
Thyacine only went extinct eighty-seven years ago
in 1936
Categories:
tasmanian tiger, animal,
Form: Free verse
News is everywhere
I read about a new type of grass growing in Svalbard
making the reindeer happy and fat, not that this is big news
for the polar bear that struggles to learn to live without
ice, to hunt dogs and cats, lose the shiny white fur for
a grimy pelt, smelling of garbage cans.
The howling wolves of the mystic are no more since a way have
been found making (lobotomizing) them into friendly but
silly cubs who want to play with the caribou, who by lapse
has not been told; the good is vet surgeons specializing
in brains are urgently needed.
The good news is the woke brigade will move offensive
paintings of ugly white people smoking cigars, representing
“The man” was replaced with nice Disney pictures of pretty
animals with cute innocent eyes while somewhere out there
the Tasmanian tiger howls in the long night.
Categories:
tasmanian tiger, abuse, best friend, fashion,
Form: Concrete
A message to earthlings
Earthlings, we gave you a planet and you fouled it.
We had high hope for you since you can reason and show empathy
but you were overtaken by the sin of greed and arrogance.
You have exploited the home we gave you
you had no respect for animals, you let them down and eradicated
the Tasmanian tigers to take an example, we find it hard to forgive.
We have released a plague upon you, to teach you a lesson, we wish not
to eliminate mankind as you will do that yourself.
Some of you may go to Mars but your thwarted mind will follow and
Soon take the land will declare independence, wave flags about and fight
another state; and squabble over minerals and rocks.
Who knows you humans might find the Tasmanian tiger hiding in a cave?
And since you have blood on your hands, eradicate this animal again.
We will not wish you a happy NEW YEAR you do not deserve one
Categories:
tasmanian tiger, betrayal, bird, blue, dark,
Form: Blank verse
Some summer night
The summer night is hot you can see the flames of hell,
acrid smoke and soot through the open window.
In the interior of the house, a primal scream
two wriggling bodies try to produce an offspring who
will grow up and be like them and die like them?
But not before it has tasted love, a seed of humanity.
Then sinking back underground, spent, forgotten
in the mass-grave of boredom
decorated with flowers that radiate deaths to come.
The Tasmanian tiger howls to the moon and forever
vanishes into an ancient forest,
While werewolves’ sways to a Mexican dirge
Categories:
tasmanian tiger, august, betrayal, blessing, boy,
Form: Blank verse
The Tasmanian tiger
The last one died in captivity in 1936
and that was a sad moment for humanity,
added to the list of animals we have eliminated over the years.
The Tasmanian tiger was easy to kill. It didn´t know
how cruel we are.
There have been sightings of it by gullible people, but it is an illusion
based on regrets and unspoken longings.
I, also hope, it exists somewhere, but it is a dream,
yet I have seen the animal in clouds formation in the sky
forever condemning us for what we did.
Categories:
tasmanian tiger, absence, confusion,
Form: Blank verse
The Nordic Pyramid
Up north, where I was born
there is a mountain in the shape of a pyramid
of course, it is much bigger
dwarfing the Egyptian´ones.
It is snow-capped looks desolate
but every year I have noticed the snow crown
is getting smaller
now it is the size of a French beret.
Soon the snow will disappear and
the mountain will look like a pyramid.
A testament that once the human race lived here,
but they like the Tasmanian tiger
disappeared from the planet.
They will never come back again.
Categories:
tasmanian tiger, analogy, appreciation,
Form: Blank verse
An island afar
In Tasmania, the sheep were full of sot
a land where white farmers had killed off the Tasmanian tiger.
The sheep’s only enemy was the man.
There were a fire people sought refuge in the water
and sheep left to find their food wherever there was a green spot.
I was in Hobart once, l it must be classed as the most boring city in the world.
people here were eating fish and chips fried in sheep fat
This place of bungalows, secure in their little life in a cocoon of the trite,
do not improve on their culinary skills
Categories:
tasmanian tiger, adventure, angel, anniversary, april,
Form: Blank verse
Dance Nocturne
August night, is an abyss hotter than the day
and the wind the blows was born in hell.
From open windows in their dark interior
the primal scream of lovemaking,
wriggling bodies trying to produce a child
that like them soon will die, but first, it must
go to through the ritual called love, which is but a primitive
urge to copulate the planting of seed before sinking
underground spent and forgotten in the mass graves
of boredom, decorated with flowers
that radiates death to come.
The Tasmanian tiger howls to the moon and
forever vanishes into an ancient forest, while werewolves
sway to a Mexican dirge.
Categories:
tasmanian tiger, adventure,
Form: Blank verse
Extinct
I saw a picture of the Tasmanian tiger
it was taken in 1964 and showed the last one on earth
I felt so sorry for the extinct animal
I was angry too here we go, white people to a place
that promises land we could not have where we came from
but what do we do eradicate animals that have lived
from time or long before human footprints.
Can you begin to image the loss when a living thing disappear
forever the burden of our guilt and now as the climate
of the world, chances are we will disappear to
Now I read a few animals might have survived which give
Hope to humankind. If they exist and not dream by dreamers
like me, one can only hope that men with guns will not
go hunting for a rare trophy
Categories:
tasmanian tiger, eve, evil, fairy, farewell,
Form: Blank verse
Boa Constrictor
This is turning into a diary of a slow death I had another fall
I was taking picture of some Interpretable bushes where I was
sure I had seen an animal, not unlike the Tasmanian tiger.
I did not see the hollow up to my waste in plant roots beginning
to strangle me like a nest of hungry squeezing snakes.
I knew of a man who had an anaconda in his basement and once
a week it gave the snake a sheep carcass, but then he had to stay
in the hospital for three weeks, being an animal lover, he checked on
his monster that mistook him for a sheep carcass strangled and
swallowed him shoes and all, weeks past, where is Jonas when they
broke into his house they found a hungry snake, and that was all.
Regarding the roots I cut myself loose with my knife which I always
when falling into a hole and have rabbits snarling at me and black
crows are cackling with glee.
Categories:
tasmanian tiger, adventure, cancer, candy, car,
Form: Bio
Tasmania
Wool of the sheep in Tasmania is full of soot a fire has
destroyed the farms they belonged to. They have gone
feral now grazing where there is any grass left…
In a country where insensitive incomers stupidly killed
off the Tasmanian tiger, sheep are safe, no predators,
but man. Tasmania, this land of bungalows, sheep and
white immigrants seeking an Eden sans fear, then came
the big fire and people had to flee into the sea to avoid
getting burned. I was in Hobart once, it must be classed
as the most boring town in the world; and to my utter
disgust they sold margarine made of sheep´s fat. Think
of if fish & chips cooked in THAT FAT. People who live in
a secure society do not improve their culinary taste or
and their culture ,tend to be provincial and they love fat
sheep meat; an adoration which is typical for a people
who lives in a cultural cocoon.
Categories:
tasmanian tiger, natural disasters, people, fire,
Form: Blank verse