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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471283" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Guffaw, Scouring Hyena</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the luxuriant, yet petrified floor<br>Of the torrid palms of her savanna<br>Where the tigers' prance and scamper<br>And the farce blades of soughing grasses<br>Are combed to placidness upon their heavy paws<br>Whilst his svelte and famished pillars stood<br>And grinded upon the torrid pebbles<br>And they rattled in an apprehension<br>And trembled upon the covetousness<br>Instigated by tiger's vitriol that she identified<br>Whilst he sulked in the corner of her<br>Sparse stream of bigoted empathy<br>Shrouded in a discreet subterfuge; <br>Discreetly flagrant, a blatant contradiction<br>Yet no one pried, and no one understood<br>Not even the vicarious vulturine brethren, <br>Witnessing the gnashing of a tooth on a tooth, <br>Perched amongst the fringes of the dunes<br>That climbs and crumples upon the palms<br>Of a sweaty savanna, like fingers or claws<br> Clutching a prison, enclosing the meager hyena<br>With his tongue jutting out and slavering<br>Contouring a wryly bent grin, yet again<br>No one understood, or better yet, <br>No one cared, not even her scrolling clouds<br>That hazily undulated into his musings<br>That drove a frenzy to keel over just to taste<br>The dry and desiccated streaks of her air<br>A carpet of her hair, to her languid head<br>And in this scavenging, you may find him<br>If you would twist your conceited vision, <br>Vindictive and consumed by vanity, <br>He, the hyena that he is, wagging its tail<br>Gilded with a lacquer smile and taunt snicker<br>Filling the vacuous legroom of the grounds<br>With a dazing cacophony, the hyena's laugh; <br>A chortle for a bawl, he indisputably rolls<br>And a snivel for a snigger, stalled amidst the tigers<br>This is an epistle for his glory riveted in a mockery<br>And this not proposed for your, neither her, mercy<br>This is another anthology of a thousand hunting game<br>For a despondent scavenger, for a hyena, <br>Who had reduced himself in harlequin's mask<br>In order to live on, even on the edges, <br>Of her, inexorably, and your, obsequious villages<br>Guffaw, scouring hyena.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Norman+Santos">Norman Santos</a><div class=q>
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Of the torrid palms of her savanna
Where the tigers' prance and scamper
And the farce blades of soughing grasses
Are combed to placidness upon their heavy paws
Whilst his svelte and famished pillars stood
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