The cobra will bite you whether you call it cobra or Mr. Cobra.
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The Cobra And The Mongoose
“Tell me mongoose why are you trying to steal my eggs? ”
“Well, I’ve not eaten for weeks and I’m dying on my legs.”
“Don’t you realise that very soon these eggs will be my children? ”
“But you have so many and you won’t miss nine or ten.”
“How wrong you are mongoose I’ll miss every one of them.”
“Well tell me cobra, are you prepared to die for just ten? ”
“Mongoose, I am a mother and for only the one I would die.”
“Why are you swaying Cobra, and is that a tear in your eye? ”
“Aren’t you feeling sleepy mongoose, you do have heavy eyes? ”
“I know what you’re doing cobra, you’re trying to hypnotise.”
“For your information mongoose, I’m doing my cobra dance,
it’s a dance of magic, which gives my enemies no chance.
Don’t think that I can’t see you mongoose trying to circle around me,
first in one direction, and then the other so tactically.
I must warn you mongoose that I have a bite that can instantly kill,
and if you don’t die straight away, moments later you will.”
I’ve heard about your bite cobra, but you don’t frighten me,
I have the thickest skin and coarsest hair, as ever you’ll see.
I also must warn you cobra that my teeth are as sharp as swords,
and combined with my agility I will have the last words.”
“Well, if I were you mongoose I would leave while you can…
unless you want to be the cause of my indigestion.”
“I was thinking cobra, you and your eggs would just be my fill,
and now that only leaves the formality of the kill.”
For hours and hours the pair did spar and fight,
throughout the day and throughout the night.
The mongoose went close and the cobra did strike,
but not one had yet applied the decisive bite.
Both were aching and tiring, and their sharpness was wearing thin.
The mongoose considered one last attack then he would pack it in.
With a last almighty effort the mongoose jumped as high as he could,
after somersaulting in the air it buried its teeth below the cobra’s hood.
This bite severed the cobra’s spine and instantly killed the snake,
but the mongoose bit once again to make sure of no mistake.
It then bit off and swallowed the cobra’s once swaying head,
but the fangs of the cobra punctured its stomach, it too was dead.
poem by Orlando Belo
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I had a cat and my lovely cat was ill
I had a cat and my lovely cat was ill
It was admitted in hospital for treatment,
Previous day it fought with a cobra to kill,
The cobra suddenly escaped to save but died,
It moves around my house to kill the snakes,
And it is just like a tiger and guards my house,
My children always play with it and feed it cakes,
Alas! why is it not recovered but died?
Dead body of my cat is put on sofa and all wept,
Why, pretty thing! could you not live with us all?
One by one all kissed it and sadly said it has slept,
If it is not seen at home tiger, tiger we used to call,
Alas1 with a bur-i-al ceremony in a grave it is kept,
All wept and wept and said, what a sweet fall!
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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Endless Vacation
I kill myself kill the pain
a suicide death a suicide game
my skull he's bleaching in the dust
my rage turns to insane lust
all depressed all alone
I drift into the danger zone
deadly spitten cobra life of crime
I want revenge I want what's mine
like takin' Carrie to the high school prom
something always goin' wrong
hair trigger temper tormented mind
deadly spitten cobra I am the losin' kind
the heart is the place devils congregate
when you're raised on andiet of bickering at hate
hair trigger temper tormented mind
deadly spitten cobra I am the losin' kind
endless vacation
endless vacation
endless vacation
song performed by by Ramones from Too Tough To Die
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In-convenience
Very early in the morning we were woken from our sleep,
We were going on safari, being driven in a jeep,
We went out before our breakfast, we went out before sunrise,
We went out before the sleep had fully vanished from our eyes.
We had to dress quite quickly, and we went out in a rush,
And after we'd been driving through miles and miles of bush
For an hour or two (I have to say forgive the way I speak) ,
But - the roads were very bumpy - I was dying for a leak.
The driver stopped the jeep and kindly offered us a drink,
But it might have been more kind if he had only paused to think;
We had seen a herd of elephants, some vultures in the sky,
Several wildebeest and zebra, a hyena passing by,
Giraffes, a pair of ostriches, a buffalo or two,
And we'd taken lots of photographs (well, that's what tourists do) :
We had even seen some lions lazing underneath a tree,
But... we hadn't seen a toilet... and I really had to pee.
Beside a water-hole at last we found a pair of loos,
And I hurried to the gents', 'cause that's the one I have to use.
Yes, I went up to the gentlemen's, and pushed the door ajar,
But I didn't push it hard, and it didn't open far.
There was something in the way, you see. I did a double-take,
For it looked just like a tail, the last six inches of a snake.
I decided not to panic - I'm not that sort of bloke,
And it could have been a rubber one, left there for a joke -
So I pushed the door wide open, to be sure of no mistake,
And what should I clap eyes on but two yards of living snake!
... I closed the door, quite firmly, and went to tell the guide,
'I was going to the loo, but then I found a snake inside.'
He didn't quite believe me, but he went across to check.
- Not just a snake, a cobra! - 'Gosh, ' I thought, and 'Flipping Heck.'
For the snake looked very supple, and the snake looked very strong,
And if it would uncurl itself, the snake looked very long,
And a cobra's bite is savage, and a cobra's bite is quick,
And if that snake had bitten me, I'd be feeling rather sick.
'It might even be a spitter, judging by the size,
'So don't you go too close, and please be careful of your eyes.'
But I had to take a photograph, for that's what tourists do,
And, warily, I took a snap of the cobra in the loo.
The driver wrote a notice 'Danger, Big Big Snake Inside',
And the lady with the first-aid box took out of it with pride
A strip of sticking plaster to stick it to the door,
To tell anyone who came, there was a cobra on the floor.
By now the snake was moving, it was climbing up the wall;
It hid behind the cistern, and could not be seen at all;
It came down again, and wrapped itself around the waste-pipe neatly,
Then slithered right into the pan and disappeared completely.
Now I was on a mission to tell others what I'd seen,
But I was very conscious of the fact I'd Still Not Been!
So in that situation, though most times I wouldn't dare,
When I found the ladies' empty, I quickly popped in there.
So if you see a man who's coming from the ladies' loos,
Please don't jump to conclusions, he might have a good excuse,
- 'I went to spend a penny, for my need was quite intense,
'And I had to use the ladies' - there's a cobra in the gents'! '
poem by Paul Hansford
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The Real Thing
A mongoose can smile at a cobra
But that cobra will always be a snake
Diamante can shine like a diamond
But you know, like I know
That rock will be fake
Its the real thing
The real thing
Nothing but the real thing
Its real
You can xerox the mona lisa
Deadpan da vinci in every detail
Might beat customs on a home-made visa
But false papers
Only gets you in jail
Its the real thing
The real thing
Nothing but the real thing
Its real
Life wears a smile on its face
But it comes with a sting in its tail
Make believe fables have their place
But only a fool. only a fool
Believes fairy tales
I heard all the lies that they tell ya
phone me baby. the cheques in the mail
Well as fantasy. it may please ya
As the real thing
It does nothing but fail
Its the real thing
The real thing
Nothing but the real thing
Its real
Its the real thing
The real thing
Nothing but the real thing
Its real
song performed by by Abc
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Inorder Not To Be Bitten...
the cobra looks at you
do not move just stand still
it cannot detect you
and won't bite because at this perspective
you are
non-existent
it is like all the realities around us
do not talk do not move and behave as though you do not exist at all
and there will be no biting
no casualty
like a pillar of the house
like the railways of the train
like the big tree along our paths
like the unmoving
sun...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Poison of Cobra
She has bitten me so many times
With the poison of cobra
Still I love her so much
Still I need her so much
Still I want her so much
I need something to breakthrough
The world of sorrow.
poem by Asif Andalib
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Encounter with a Rinkhals
It was lying on the ground
turned on its back
with its black-brown
body shining and mouth agape
and looked like dead
and I could see
yellow-white bands ringing
the top of its torso.
Still something in that lifeless
ring necked spitting cobra
scared the living daylight
out of me
and like a lightning bolt
the death-shamming snake
shot upright spreading its hood
and hissing loudly.
Luck was on my side
when that evil reptile
spat at my eyes
and its venimous spray
splattered my glasses.
One moment it looked dead
and the next
it was viciously alive
and struck out at me,
but missed me by a mile.
[Reference: “The Rinkhals also called the Ringhals or Ring-necked Spitting Cobra (Hemachatus haemachatus) is a venomous elapid found in parts of southern Africa. It is one of a group of cobras that has developed the ability to spit venom as a defence mechanism.” Wikipedia.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Gap
ENVY not
those who are busy,
and acclaimed
by the hands of the masses,
they have their own
problems with
fame
they too have the problems
of their money
a gap
of self from self
a hollow space
in between
behind the masks
are the limping insecurities
success is always short
and failure is not
far behind
it is a matter of time
soon
a mouth that opens
with fangs and
deadly venom
a cobra always waiting for the
right bite
at the right time
even if you were
the wrong person
so please envy not
the proud and the
laughing
gas.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Kyoka About Sexting
the last straw
in the you-pull-I-pull
relationship
with my sexting partner:
cobra tattoo on her arm
poem by Chenou Liu
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I Have No Objection
I have no objection to
Meaw with cats
If it is for public interest.
I am not afraid of dogs
If they are with thiefs.
I am ready to cooperate ants
In killing poisonous cobra
Harmful to society at large.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Meaw With Cats
For public interest I have
No objection to meaw with cats.
If dogs are with thief
I have nothing to afraid of.
I have no objection to kill the cobra
With ants harmful to society.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Lion's den
If you are staying
With a wicked man
If you are living
With a wicked man
If you are making
Friendship with wicked man
Be sure you are walking
In to the lion's den.
Wicked man is dangerous
Wicked man is more
Dangerous than a snake
Wicked man is more poisonous
Than a cobra the most
Poisonous snake of the world
You may survive from snake bite
But you can not survive from
The clutches of a wicked man
You will die in his den.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Tiger, My Expired Dog.
Tiger, tiger, I mourn thy death,
even after forty years hence,
You were my friend and lover,
Keeping out thieves, animals
Out of our farmhouse, all the time,
Till you left me, since another
One was added to be your friend,
Which you could not bear,
Due to jealousy, since the love
You feared will be shared,
And you took to the streets,
Leaving us alone, making
Us hate, the other one Brownie,
We waited for you day and night,
To your return, which you never did,
And was run over by a truck.
We think of you how you saved
Me from a cobra's bite, by your
Timely attack from behind
And visit your place of rest
Where we buried you forever.
Ravikiran Arakkal
poem by Ravikiran Arakkal
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The privacy of glorious light
A privacy of glorious light is hers
Could anyone tear it asunder
And reveal the farce?
it is the ordinary uncouth woman
Come from Mars
It is the ordinary uncouth man
Hunchbacked and harsh
Mounted on a kangaroo and a cobra
Pronouncing a curse upon the halleluja
Of modern civilisation
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Love's abracadabra
I have spelled out love's abracadabra
To take the gem from head of a cobra
I am playing the pipe to make her dance
I am dancing with her in wild romance
I have broken her fang to tame her now
She has become as good as a pet cow
I have touched her head with my magic wand
In order to make real my sweet dreamland
Thus I have turned her into a woman
Now she has become my favorite fan
poem by Asif Andalib
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The Anatomy of Angels
Angels inhabit love songs. But they’re sprites
not seraphim. The angel that up-ended
Jacob had sturdy calves, moist hairy armpits,
stout loins to serve the god whom she befriended,
and was adept at wrestling. She wore
a cobra like a girdle. Yet his bone
mending he spent some several tedious weeks
marking the bed they’d shared, with a great stone.
poem by Alden Nowlan
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Cancer Ward
Antiseptic… white… clean….
Instruments of Stainless steel
.A lazy oscillating light
tracks my heartbeat on a screen.
A long thin needle on the tray
Fascinates my captive stare
Like the cobra with its prey
It will strike me deep this day
The air is institutional
the smell of fear and doom
My king pursued by the pawns of Death
we play my endgame in this room.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Bad days ahead
Bad days go, go ahead of time
Vulture devours the world of poem
Clever fox takes shelter behind the culture.
My fertile land is bitten by poisonous teeth
of black cobra
She becomes pregnant again again
but bears only vulture, fox and swine.
Bad days go, go ahead of time.
poem by Shikdar Waliuzzaman
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Spittoon
Spitting in any form is bad
Spitfire is dangerous
Spit destroy everything.
Spitting cobra spray venom
Unbalanced man spit emotion
Scorn fear condemnation.
Spitupon is not civilised
Spit it out left manything.
Here is spittoon
If you want to be good
throw out everything spit
In this spittoon
And get a bonbon
And get a boon.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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