Poetry Blogs (hunting)
Put down your bow and arrow
Retract your claws
The prey don’t matter anymore
They give you no pause
Let them run around
I hear the pitter patter clacking sounds
But I have this fresh kill laying on the ground
It’s the tastiest piece of meat I’ve ever found
I’ll take it raw
I’ll take it now
Make me roar
Make me growl
I’m seduced by the sight
Saturday 31st March 2018 7:00 pm
The need to post about this subject has been growing steadily since the story broke. I am of course referring to the American dentist and his murder of Cecil the lion. This event like a number before it (see Kony and his children army) has enraged the majority of people leading to a whole lot of tweets and Facebook rubbish. While this outcry is commendable it is sadly misplaced, self-righteous and...
Friday 31st July 2015 10:11 am
Dante’s angels have come for their souls,
they pounce on the unwary and the vulnerable.
No one is safe, for when you close your eyes
they will strike.
They show no mercy in their search for eternal youth,
it could be your soul or mine spirited away in
Angelica smiles from the moon,
she is all white and sensual but in a s...
Friday 26th August 2011 12:27 pm
If ever you want to wind up an Irishman like me, dress up in full riding gear and refer to yourself and you chums as "gentry". The following poem, while not Shakespeare, retells a story from Tyrellspass in Westmeath beside me where one poor tourist made the mistake...
Can you tell me, sir, a man passing did say
To a citizen of Ireland at his gate one day
When the ...
Wednesday 10th November 2010 1:44 pm