Life Tiger Poems

Giant tiger laid herself over the enormous hill.
Staring down the tanks, guns and soldiers down there still.
She knew on the other side of the hill...

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man cub Mowgli was to life once more,
in our boyish pranks in Kanha Park,
revived memories of Kipling’s lore,
from early dawn until moonless dark.

that joyous kid...

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The Lion doesn't sleep tonight

What will you turn out to be 
There is always that monster in your dream
It knows you more than you know
It's...

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there are dew drops on my whiskers,
as I blink my eyes to greet the morn,
I rise to my feet and stretch and yawn,
and saunter down...

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Here I am sitting here
with my big long tail
just me alone on my own
cause I just missed last sail

Now here comes a little boy
you look...

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Once upon a time, there was a swift hunter
Chased deep into the distant dense forest
While searching for animals, he saw a tiger
Roaring, footslogging to a...

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Frozen tundra has a still water canal.
Parading on it today was the tiger caravan.
The birds were silent as they watched the procession.
Lesser tigers stood guard...

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Eye of the Tiger

Those eyes – piercing amber -
 So like mine
  Smoldering with uncaged curiosity 

I drown in the golden pools
 As I...

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Leopard Kitty had the pool to herself.
She sat on the edge, on the cat-loving shelf.
Others saw her there, and tiptoed quickly away.
She looked to be...

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You can acknowledge the emptiness at the core of your being
or go crazy when the world goes crazy.
The numbers of us overwhelm, 
an impending tsunami,...

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Transient languor ends as
tantalizing faint scent
transfixes Baghinder.
Taut muscles, hair on end;
tangible now, the prey.
Tearing, screaming, death; the
timeless circle of life.




In Search Of Prey Poetry Contest,...

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Washed by tides, tangle inevitable, 
   Lurking licking tongues, tiger whisker weed
   Undercurrent gritty slippery tendrils -
   Barb trusting...

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Honey’s makeshift spit. Wouldn’t pay a dime for a harlot. No need to count up a tally when in hindsight it’s a waver.

‘’Use in discretion.’’...

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What you say to a cat what a cat thinks

I want to lick everything you look at everything there’s nothing over there for you that’s...

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Pooh you are my favorite I love you
Of course your many friends and Tigger too
I love pictures of fun bears on my shoes
Even if they...

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