Because we focused on the snake, we missed the scorpion.
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Twisted as a Snake
Twisted as a snake, the man is pausing to reply,
Response is unlimited from him, loathing him,
Clothing him in ways known to the scriptures,
Finding him a distinction for the whole people.
He found himself face-to-face with unspeakable beliefs,
Twisted like a snake his face was disfigured,
In the way of solutions and significant elements.
This snake and scorpion stung the book of dreams,
Jostling in the mud, soothing the expensive purse.
Cry like a solver, crave with hunger, in the way of men
Who reply with grinning as they are smiling.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Snake; an oracle of oath
The godless men worship the snake
The godless men take oath in name of snake
And the curse comes upon wrongdoer
The godless men take oath in the name of snake
And blessing rains upon the innocent
The godless men take oath in the name of snake
And snake bitten dead the lair
And snake spare life of the truer
Despite snake answers to godless men
No votive or thank given to snake, the god
So the stopped the men to swear
By it name, snake said men used
Thunder and fire for swearing instead of it name
As snake disowned the godless men
Hex fallen upon
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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No ideas but in things
the snake is always a snake
and the scorpion cannot promise the frog
that in the middle of the storm
at its back, it will not bite
they will die together, but that is not enough
fear for being what they
to each they are,
the weeds are weeds and writing
is writing as always,
words that are words, come and speak, and mouths
will always be mouths,
sleepless are we at times on this
endeavor to understand
what lies beyond this
crap, metaphors of stones not reconciling
with roses
tattoos of the arms of a jilted lover
i am composed.
i compose to thing to things
not words, not to think to think
but things
as they are
as they were
forever.
still trying
what this saxifrage is all about
it splits.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Scorpion and The Cockroach
It was in a cleanly washed jam jar that Frank put them in,
he wanted to know which would survive, which one would win.
The scorpion wasted no time as it arched its back and struck,
but the cockroach quite unaffected, for a way out it did look.
The roach disliked being attacked and tried to climb the jar’s side,
but the glass was too steep and smooth, and so it couldn’t hide.
Repeatedly it tried to climb the jar, but it fell upon its back
and so the scorpion launched another ferocious attack.
The cockroach tried desperately to become upright once again,
as the scorpion’s venomous tail tried to strike the roach’s brain.
With a flick of its sturdy wings the roach became upright,
but still it didn’t resist attack, or put up a fight.
The battle weary scorpion grew tired of attacking its foe
and ceased hostilities at least for a moment or so.
But then the cockroach became hungry and had a desire to eat,
so approached the scorpion and nibbled at its feet.
This act of war enraged the scorpion and so it attacked again,
but the roach never flinched and gave no sign of pain.
The scorpion was exhausted and couldn’t attack any more,
it collapsed breathing deeply on the glass jar floor.
The roach attacked the tail the part with the deadly sting
and severed off a large piece to show who was king.
As the ravenous roach gorged itself on the fresh food supply
the scorpion panicked and gave escaping another try.
Frantically running around the jar at high speed it went
until it suddenly stopped, all its energy was spent.
Meanwhile the busily eating cockroach paid it no mind
this scorpion was going nowhere until mealtime.
poem by Orlando Belo
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If I Ever Was a Snake
If I was a snake, my eyes would be green,
I would wander the land and look real mean.
If I was a snake, I'd know how to sting,
Despite all the trouble it would bring.
If I was a snake, I'd be red and gold,
I would slither and slather and eat my mice cold.
If I was a snake, I'd rattle my tail,
But I'd be polite and never go to jail.
If I was a snake, I'd slide on my tummy,
Hamsters and mice would be real yummy.
If I was a snake, I'd live on the ground,
Sleeping and snoring 'till I was found.
I would never learn how to rake,
If I ever was a snake.
poem by October Bradley
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I Keep Focused
Whether I am on your list...
Or do not make an appearance at all.
Guest what?
Not a footprint on this path I have made,
Belongs to anyone else....
Who can claim a doing with little assistance.
I keep focused!
And guest what...?
You can compare me to anyone you please.
But I have never been impressed,
By your ability to stretch an imagination.
Why?
I keep focused!
And I try...
To stay focused.
And I choose not to guess how or when...
You have managed to do what you've done,
Without sweat or eyes dried,
As if a tear you have never cried.
Why?
I keep focused!
And I try...
To stay focused.
But I do believe the path you have chosen,
Has been repaved over so many times,
As to accomodate those who have found their way to go...
Much easier than the one I pioneered.
And I know it shows,
I am focused.
And I try...
To stay focused.
Yes I try...
To stay focused.
Whether I am on your list...
Or do not make an appearance at all.
Guest what?
Not a footprint on this path I have made,
Belongs to anyone else....
Who can claim a doing with little assistance.
I've updated and changed my list of preferenced wishes,
So many times...
I might have even been on the top of your list,
But...
Having a mind like this with desires to exist,
And improve what I do...
I keep focused.
With that in my mind,
That's kept...
Noticed.
With a leaving behind...
Those provoking others with their jokes!
To keep me...
Focused.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If Men
If men are habitations of God, we should fall at their feet
But we should leave alone their habits and goals.
Fire is good to drive away cold
But you must not tie it up
And carry it around in a cloth.
Tuka says, 'A scorpion or a snake is a habitation of Narayana;
You may worship Him from afar, but you must not touch Him.'
poem by Sant Tukaram
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Saving A Drowning Man...
just because i have saved the drowning man
then i shall be forever responsible for him?
i disagree.
i saved a snake and it does not bite me.
i sheltered a scorpion, i adopted a crocodile
put them in their comfortable homes
and the world has since then become a happier place
for man and snakes and beasts.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Cause of Enmity between Snake and Man
Snake, the first owner of fire.
Dog, the robber of fire.
Man the last owner of fire.
The snake gave birth first to fire.
Thus fire, the first born of snake.
Thus snake, only owner of fire long ago.
One cold evening
The man dying of coldness
The dog seen it master dying of coldness
It went to snake house and begged
The snake, the mother of fire to let
It tail get warm of fire
The snake cordially welcomed the dog
The dog twisted it tail on fire
The tail caught the fire
The dog jumped over the snake in door
Ran quickly to it master, the man
The man took the grass and wood
And lit up the fire
The fire lit up in man’s house
And it extinguished in snake’s house
The snake come to get fire back
But the man attack the snake
The hostility between man and snake
Began then
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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A Blind Man Waking The Scorpion With
a blind man waking the scorpion with
a bent twig. black pendulous upstanding
sting found in the dark. a sharp still bright pain
lighting the spinning hole. brave man. blind man
stick turns to snake if you loosen your grip
didn't you know that? snake smooth the bright sharp pool
opens without assent folds round without
holding. stone falls without ripples through
the womb of strangers. don't you know that in this
blind world nothing wakes to the touch no skin
breaks? hold tight till the hollow tuber puts
its shoots behind the eye. and the purple
pendant stings where it hangs against the skin.
blinded by the growing rot a child bent
upon waking the snake he merely nods
November 3,1973
poem by Umashankar Manthravadi
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Hermana Alacran
Fool who knows not of Romance Language
There is a language of strength and power
She came out from the dirt covered in jewels
With hips that can leave man in awe
She came with a heart set on grandeur
I come from the scorpion family
I am a Sister Scorpion that is my name
Loyal until the end to my creed
Why is it that in this world I am allowed to do this?
Why do I know exactly what’s wrong with this bliss?
A Utopian Society would be full of secrets and lies
The scorpion sister would know and she would find cries
You see in Spanish there is a saying that goes
You are crazier than a scorpion
Estas más loco que un alacrán!
Here is my bilingual play on words
This is written in orange ink on my heart
I am a Scorpion Sister; I’m the freak in the family
I believe that now there is nothing left to hide
I believe that if you have an ego, you have issues
I believe that I am not a queen, I am only a sister
I am a Scorpion Sister, a darling, and her majesty
The Sister Scorpion who is loyal to the creed forever
Sister Scorpion will attack, bite, and sting you
I have only to say “beware” to anybody who is a traitor
The sister will save you, because I’m the one
The Sister Scorpion keeps fierce in the world
Trust in the wisdom of the ancient scorpion
Tail at arms to always inject my deadly poison
So venomous, I am a scorpion, a creature from dirt
Nobody will know of me when I die later, but dirt
I am a scorpion, a creature of poison and of death
I am a scorpion and if you see me lose your breath
A queen and a sister, I am the new queen
I am the scorpion sister, the queen
Don’t mistake me for a clown
I am a Scorpion Sister
La Hermana Alacran
Bring me a child to baptize
In water from a river of Hell
Because my people have a fire
Strength inside their hearts
That is nowhere else on Earth
The queen dressed in a gown
With a thousand layers
And a meringue made of orange silk
Sings out to traitors and to hatred
She sings out in fierce anger to life
And the new queen is reigning
With strength with peace, and life
May the people know she is so grand
¡Trae me un niño para bautizar!
¡En agua de un rio en infierno!
¡Porque mi gente tienen un fuego!
¡Poder en sus corazones que!
¡En este mundo no existe!
I am the sister scorpion, small but proud
Small for now
I am the queen who calls herself Hermana Alacran
I am the queen who knows she is only the sister
She vanished back into the dirt
After killing the old queen
With a look in her eyes you will be in flames
And know how to dance like a crazed scorpion
She vowed to return as the queen of the world
So the Ancient Mexican Desert Legend says!
poem by German Alcala
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Eyes on path
.
I missed the ladders, skipped the snakes
And crawled up in the snake and the ladder game.,
Caught by the giant snake, I stumbled down,
Landing on its tail’s square, to lose the game.
Travel with faith on your path,
Vision on hope when on tunnel
And mind on events that are in hand.
You will have interest till end.
01.2.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Eyes on path.
I missed the ladders, skipped the snakes
And crawled up in the snake and the ladder game.,
Caught by the giant snake, I stumbled down,
Landing on its tail’s square, to lose the game.
Travel with faith on your path,
Vision on hope when on tunnel
And mind on events that are in hand.
You will have interest till end.
01.2.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Snake Eye
You paint a picture
So its plain to see
Aint no hiding
No security
Ill be watching
Every move you make
When you hear the rattle
Better be awake
Chorus:
Snake eyes, Im watching
Snake eyes, look out
Snake eyes, its coming
Snake eyes, aint no escaping from the snake eye
(no way)
You leave a footprint
For my eye to see
Catch an echo
From a lock and key
From the shadow
Or behind a rock
Get you anywhere
From the darkest shack
Chorus
Hear a rustle
From behind a tree
Get you running
Home to sanctuary
Bolt the door and -
You think youre safe
Im coming to get you
Gonna reach out (? ? ? )
Chorus
Got the snake eyes, they call me a snake in the bush
Snake eyes, biting
Snake eyes, always watching
Snake eyes
Aint no escaping from the -
Just keep a lookout for the -
Snake eye
song performed by by AC-DC
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Illusion and ignorance
To mistake a rope for a snake
Or to mistake a snake for a rope
Is illusion in perception.
To take a rope for rope and
A snake for snake is knowledge.
To take a rope not for a rope
And a snake not for a snake
Is ignorance. We employ
All the three at variant times
At different degrees in life.
29.042010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Snakepit
when you find yourself
inside a snake pit
you can not just be naive
to be bitten and even
swallowed by another
snake
you become a snake
yourself and bite
as many as you can
this is the law of the
survival of the fittest snake
and when you emerge
as the victor
go back to your form
coy dove, white feathers,
lovely beak
gentle claws
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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SnakeSkin
Now it seems
You were the snake
That I was
Trying to protect you from-
The snake with
The deadliest venum ever!
The snake that would cross
The line and never come
Back again!
The snake that would
Bite itself
The snake that would
Bite me!
For trying to
Protect it from itself!
poem by Dorsey Baker
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For My Beloved...
there's a thorn in my hair
a bone in my throat
there is a lump on my back
there is log in my eye
there is a cloud in my mind
there is a stain in my shirt
there is a snake in my bed
a scorpion in my pocket
there is wolf by my door
a jackal on the stair
there is bat on the wall
a spider on the ceiling
there is this blindness
in my heart
there are blocks in my thoughts
the hands of the clock
are running too slow
there is an eclipse of my sun
there is a rock in my river
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Plaything
The black snake
Hiding in the grass
The black snake
So frightening
The black snake
That wouldn’t let me pass
Was a toy snake
Of a little boy
A toy snake
That was all it was
A toy snake
Left there in the grass
A small toy
Of a little boy
That a little girl
Should have enjoyed
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
poem by Sonya Florentino
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Kissing the Fang
Snake biting once biting dead
Snake biting twice biting life
Walking in the sorghum stalk
The oldest foe- the snake heard my feet
The snake raised the neck and hissed
As our eyes met at equilibrium
I stopped and drew my spear
The hateful send boiled to the brim
The brawl commenced I speared it back fatefully
The snake bitten my right feet fatefully
The biting bit me dead I fell down breathing not
The snake bitten my left feet again.
The biting bit me life I raised up breathing lively
The snake snaked away
The venom paralyzed me but
I giddily crawled after the snake
I gasped and kissed the snake fang
I spate the healing saliva in the snake wound
We departed in peace-indeed peace in death
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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