Poetry Blogs (animals)
Two apes having a head-to-head:
"It's friggin' absurd!" one of them said,
"Eight million species inhabit this earth,
Balancing nature and proving their worth;
But look at those creatures that are called 'man':
Ruining our planet as fast as they can;
They've polluted our air and poisoned the seas;
Their revolting habits cause death by disease!
Some of them perish with nothin...
Friday 16th August 2019 6:35 pm
I am the humble Wildebeest -
Mother Natures moving feast.
My mother warned “Don’t wander off
or you’ll end up a Lion’s scoff”.
Some folk call me a Gnu,
I’ve heard it all, there’s nothing new
In puns that you may decide to frame
around this inauspicious name.
I guess I’ll never have a life
of family bliss with kids and wife,
cause every da...
Tuesday 23rd April 2019 3:00 pm
I was an adult before I realized that barbed wire is not called Bob War, because that was how my grandfather pronounced it, and he happened to be the person who mentioned it to me most often, as he was the person who would always tell us kids that we needed to help repair the fence. Some concerned neighbour would call to tell him some of the cows were out, and he’d tell us to grab some Bob War and...
Monday 21st May 2018 8:19 pm
Masters too lenient
All in bursts
Not for lessons
But for dominance
To be asserted
Wisdom onto deaf ears
Desensitized to morbidness
Anything could be entertainment
Onto thick skin
On the lazy
For who will listen
Friday 30th March 2018 4:43 pm
Words, feeling, deeds,
nothing could tell you where this alley leads,
standing strong, the key in your hand,
nothing wrong with your pretended end.
Walking on, walking fast, the alley along.
Into the shadow you take a walk,
into the the shadow, into the dark.
The shape of twighlight people,
standing side by side.
The key just like a needle,
you are holding tight.
Passing the alley faste...
Sunday 7th January 2018 3:29 pm
“Nena the Cat”
I love my baby Nena the cat
If she spoke like you she'd tell you that
Sometimes she'll stretch on the patio then lay out flat
As her deep green eyes I'm looking at
Also she'll meow like we're having a chat
Till I bring her some food and give her a pat
I'm glad I rescued her from the place she was at
When those pretty green eyes say“I love ...
Saturday 13th August 2016 9:21 pm
Do you have colour in your cheeks?
Do you go to sleep remembering what you seek?
Do you recall what it was like to be corporeal,
or does it not feel like that at all?
Do you wake to find your pillow wet at night?
Do you see the wolves congregating under moonlight,
and howl at your own stupidity for staying inside?
Do you stare at the files on your desk each weekday
Sunday 6th March 2016 6:48 pm
Paws and snouts and whiskers and drool
And muscle and fur and eyes so sharp, kind and cruel
And light and strong and high in their jump
And eager and always hungry and always looking for more
And sleek and shiny and fast and then still
And smelling and sniffing and pushing and tearing
Playful and wanting and watching and rolling
And laying and nestling and warm and smelly...
Thursday 4th February 2016 10:45 am
Cackling cows, but the milk is sour.
Poison meat that we devour.
Broken hearts left to cower.
Thursday 10th December 2015 9:12 pm
Have you ever heard the tale
about the hedgehog with no spikes,
such a sweet little boy
who all the other’s didn’t like?
A case of alopecia,
there was nothing they could do,
such a sad little hedgehog
who cried and cried, “Boo-Hoo”.
But soon the lad grew older,
he wanted to look more lush
so onto his back he tied himself
a little scrubbing brush.
His friends, well they just laugh...
Wednesday 26th August 2015 7:23 pm
Gently caressed by the breath of the breeze,
branches sway atop tall lofty trees.
Restless leaves, to gnarled fingers, cling
wondering what freshness the new day will bring.
Hopping about on long leafy arms,
fluttering feathers displaying delicate charms.
Beautiful songbirds sing out their sweet melodies
in the grand performance of natures sweet harmony.
Sunday 7th June 2015 10:17 am
Leader of his own pack,
A high slope, only to his lonesome self,
Lost connection toward the skys tired eyes,
Ears tucked in deepening sulk.
He'd given up on prey's prayful ease,
Wrapped in dolefuls constructed salute,
As if every pelt surrounded him in scorn,
Soon forgotten travail, a yelp inflicted his oiled mood.
Cascading into his perception, he had seen a limb...
Sunday 5th October 2014 5:59 pm
It's hell from leather for the animal within,
And fur is no fun if it was ripped from your back,
Just where is the dignity, can't you cut me some slack?
Once we ran free through trees and through bush,
Once we knew the breeze and the grass so very lush,
Then came mankind to fence us in and make us eat slop,
Why do they call man kind when he wants us for the chop?
Tuesday 11th June 2013 12:53 pm
Thanks to Patricia & Stefan for getting me thinking about this topic again.......
this lion was sat there
being a lion
when a man
who beat his wife and kids
through the head
and used his fur
for a rug
this alligator was sat there
being an alligator
when a man
who raped a child
thrust a spear
Monday 10th June 2013 11:44 am
Pitiful the morsels for the feeding of the rats,
Dished out unemotionally by vicious little cats,
Like vermin, out the rats they come and scurry back to hide,
Whilst all the while the fat cats feast voraciously outside.
In the darkest corners of the high walled city streets,
The rank and rotten souls of human waste claw to compete,
Shuffling through the blac...
Friday 10th May 2013 4:17 pm
I'm a homeless fly
destined to die
destitute on the sidewalk.
No cakes for me on the kitchen side,
no conspiring against humans with my bride.
Left jilted by the absence of bathroom jihad.
Everyone speaks of the house fly,
they speak of it as a pest.
But all I have is a piss-stained alleyway
to truly call my nest.
I subsist on sick ...
Saturday 7th July 2012 4:07 pm
Stretching yawning licking
Full of feral secrets
Sniffing sneaking snapping
Friday 8th July 2011 1:01 pm
McCoy is a boy,
he doesn't annoy
as he is my pet.
Let's have a bet
he is not fat.
He looks so stout
without any doubt
because of his hair,
it looks so fair,
it's white like snow,
it quickly grow
for me to make a pillow.
I love him so much;
his gentle touch
makes me smile,
it's just his style
to ask for a walk.
That's his way to talk.
When we go out
Saturday 17th July 2010 9:24 pm