Tigers in the tall grass.
Bruins in the buckwheat.
Sirens, sing of sassafras!
Eagles, time to eat...
Linger, O my looking-glass...
Red run in reply.
Languid liquor, poison gas!
Death, glance at me sly...
Frankincense burned on the tomb?
Ashes, coat the walls.
Belladonna, how you bloom!
Funeral, how ye palls!
Pyramid, best to get rid?
Gold on rim, crater?
Hell and Heaven, hid or bid?
Only if you're sure!
Wind, over the atolls fly!
Cold as coffee fields!
O my Spartans, don't be shy!
Win or on thy shields!
Forbidden City, thy birth?
Life, what are you worth?
Decency, dismay, thy dearth!
Estuary? Firth!
Honed like blades of iron!
Shining in the air!
O chessmasters, sac the pawn!
Tortoise, eat the hare!
Heaven and Hell, apply. When?
Beginning again!
Coyote, doth fear the hen?
One day out of ten...
Fifty wild tigers roaming around
In an underground cave I never found
Calling Bandhavgarh National Forest their home
A place I hope to never get lost in or roam
Some go
through life
in a sophomoric
zone
Knowing about
strangers
while being
alone
To ever
quote names
or that face
in the crowd
Aggrandizing
self
as their folly
— astounds
(Reading Market Philadelphia: May, 2025)
In the shadowed dawn of distant days,
Where echoes whispered of lost ways,
There stood a name, etched deep in lore,
Captain Miller, amidst the roar.
A soldier forged from fire and flame,
Bound to cause, beyond mere name,
With eyes that held grief and pride,
For lands and lives, for those who died.
Steel and sorrow marked his path,
Through broken fields, through aftermath.
A journey weighed with hope and cost,
In battles won, in voices lost.
But history paints with shades of gray,
Heroes, villains blurred by day.
To some, a fighter fierce and strong,
To some, echoes of what went wrong.
Yet beyond the banners, blood and strife,
Lies a tale of fleeting life.
Of choices made, of hearts grown still,
Of dreams that surged against the will.
So let the story rise and fall,
In silent woods, through every call.
For Vallipuram Vasanthan's name still remains,
A thread within war's vast domains.
Tigers slowly prowl into extinction.
The last rare
undiscovered, unnamed bug
dies
- a million years of conscious gravity
departs for other realms.
Energy shifts, it is more volatile than fire,
more expansive than any sky,
Energy; you and I,
we may wish it,
but it can never die.
Somewhere a tiger and a bug
become a multiple reality,
alternative parallels
that renew what we deemed lost.
Suchness happens.
Tigers are the biggest cat in the wild
They love to pounce on their prey.
They lunge at animals' necks.
With their powerful jaws they hold on tight.
They pounce on and attack
Deer, wild boar and baby elephants.
When ill or injured, they will kill people
They can't catch their normal prey.
Tigers are known to hunt from dusk until dawn
When their prey are more active.
Their strong legs and sharp claws
Help them take down their prey efficiently.
Their keen sense of hearing and sight
Allow them to attack with precision.
Their unique coat patterns allow them
To get close to prey without being detected.
King wanted tigers, but he did not want them yellow
He was an incredibly self-absorbed, picky little fellow.
I want my tigers to be turquoise, he said, lead them to the paint.
They got tipped and dunked, and a few of them did faint.
The baby tigers did better than the older ones, so those he kept.
He moved all the adult tigers out while their offspring slept.
The babies were annoyed when they discovered their parents gone.
They got rid of the king and his throne and readily moved on.
Not so TREU, will monopolise through and though
It will be better, if you could forget about your
And the long two weeks' that broke who..?
Maybe me? Or you? What can people do?
Well Gandi did peaceful non compliance i'll bet
That reality is not being taught to children today
By sociialist teaching and their doctrinal apprentice's
Or you can choose to euthanise, its a slanted word
Situation that echoes a term known as genocide
There is also the word infantacide, there are phobias
And misnomers so theres plenty coming right at
You.' (Reality tv should amuse) anethesise you mind
In a world that were'e told is kind? And be sure to say
Take care ' Treat others with respect, let the authoritys
Break their necks; or pepper spray any 75 year olds in
Their way.!
Its only double standards if you don't look the other
Way... Deau.)
Thru the eyes of a child where newness abounds,
the magical lure of the merry go round..
It's piped in repetitious sound entices
spectators all around..
"Choose your seat" says a ticketer at the gate.
Large steel poles anchor in the animals fate.
Painted horses methodically go up and down
with hoofs that never meet the ground..
Mermaids, tigers, and other beasts, co-exist
here, all in peace..
Thru the eyes of a child what a fantasy feast.
"Let's go one more time at least?"
The
lamb
rises
the water
cleanses tiger’s teeth
war in my soul it rages on
Daring the tigers to toss her aside
To flay her open, and eat her hide
She sat prissily and primly, happily too.
Planning to take these tigers out of the zoo.
The tigers got wind of it and threw her over the wall.
They liked not having to hunt dinner, tiny rabbits so small.
They were spoiled and happy, their dinner was at five.
She knew better than to crawl back there, lucky to be alive.
In the land where the bears and tigers sleep
Rests the man whom I had once called brother,
And he climbed over his mountains so steep.
We snuck under the warm blankets so deep
To hear bedtime stories from our mother
In the land where the bears and tigers sleep.
The boy grew into a man with a leap—
He knew there were new grounds to discover,
And he climbed over his mountains so steep.
The profits of his labors he did reap,
To support his significant other,
In the land where the bears and tigers sleep.
In his life, changes continued to sweep,
Facing one challenge after another,
And he climbed over his mountains so steep.
The pains of life have taught us all to weep,
But from worldly wounds he will recover,
In the land where the bears and tigers sleep,
And he climbed over his mountains so steep.
© 2021
Freedom comes packaged
entrapped and confined
How big is your cage,
to roam and define
Always constricted,
with borders that move
Its bars of detention
—forever reproved
(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)
Nothing more dangerous than a tiger mama
We discovered this as we watched them taking a dip
One crowded another's baby and the fight was on
No warning. Just one loud roar.
There was snarling and biting, ripping and snapping
The male tigers ran to the comfort of the rocks
Scared of their women
Bengal Tigers are listed as, endangered
and are found in India, Bangladesh, Nepal, Bhutan and Myanmar
Their habitat is, tropical and dry forests, mangroves and grasslands
but this wildcat has historical assists, of their ancestral homelands
Bengal Tigers are the National Animal of India, a cultural symbol
but the hunting of them for trophies, and to use in Chinese medicine
and unethical habitat destruction, is an act, of a detrimental criminal
as we are becoming a species, that doesn’t have, humane discipline
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