Predators
Have you ever looked at a pond
and wondered what creatures
live there within.
Some can walk
and some can swim,
but exactly how many
vary from day to day.
Some are predators
and eat others daily,
and then they too are eaten
by larger predators there.
18 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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It Is Survival Of The Fittest
On the flesh of smaller forms of wildlife the eagle she does fill her craw
A predator of Nature's wild kingdom and Nature lives by her own law
And the predators of Nature's wild kingdom they have to kill to stay alive
It is called the survival of the fittest where only the fittest survive.
The fear of creatures of the jungle when they listen to the big cats roar
But in Nature big cats are not seen as killers they hunt for survival nothing more
They have to hunt when they are hungry of meat they need their daily fill
It is one of the Laws of Nature that the predator to eat must kill.
Nature never grieves for her dead creatures to grieve it is not Nature's way
She is above sorrow and pity when on her bosom her dead creatures lay
Us humans too are part of Nature we live for awhile and we die
The creatures of Nature's wild kingdom they are not less mortal than I.
It is called survival of the fittest it happens in Nature night and day
Those that are born to be meat eaters on other creatures have to prey
And birth and death to Mother Nature are part of life and of the same
And for the deaths of her wildborn her predators she never blame.
poem by Francis Duggan
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My Child Beware
my child beware- there are predators
lurking every where.
what are predators you want to know?
they are animals who move very slow.
you will not hear them when they
sneak up on you
like a lion with the deer it slew.
unlike the lion, these are two legged creatures
that have all our human features.
they smile and talk, and laugh
the same as me and you.
but there is something that
they want to do.
they want to steal you away from
your family and friends
and will continue to try to the very end,
they may offer you candy, sweets,
and all sorts of treats.
snatch you up and leave you on their car seats.
with two of your fingers poke them
in their eyes, kick their knees, kick their thighs.
scream and holler, kick and shout
that's what protecting you is all about.
never accept anything from a stranger
keep yourself out of danger.
always walk with one or two
this is all you have to do.
poem by Louis Rams
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Mother Nature Knows
The sedge along the riverside.
Provides a perfect place to hide
For creatures which we rarely see.
Small animals which need to be.
Hid from the eyes of predators.
Who hunt along the water course.
Feathered hunters high in the sky
follow the river as they fly
In their eternal hunt for prey.
Ready to stoop without delay.
Given the opportunity
On some potential meal they see..
Small creatures seeking sustenance.
Who are prepared to take a chance.
To forage for the food they need
Far from the safety of the weeds
where they are hidden from the view.
Of predators who must feed too.
Though most will die some will survive.
Enough to keep the breed alive.
Ma Nature plans well in advance
for each and every circumstance.
She will maintain the status quo.
Which was established long ago.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Man can…
I don’t feel I kill when I take
Antibiotics to kill germs.
I don’t feel I kill when I kill
Rodents, mosquitoes and serpents.
I kill fowls, goats and fish for food.
This’ the way I’ve been brought up
And I do it for my survival.
Terrorists don’t feel that they kill
When they kill innocent people,
Without which too they can survive.
Man’s mastered all his predators.
Terrorists are his predators.
It is time he annihilated them.
31.11.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Man destroys more than replenishes.
Animals fear the predators and flee.
Man finds ways to kill his predators:
Man, animals, bacteria and virus.
Animals kill for food but man for more than that.
07.06.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Terror In The Land
Alas! there is terror in the land.
There is hurlyburly in the jungle.
Herds scampered for safety.
The elephants cocooned behind trees;
Lions buried their claws underground;
The tigers wrapped their canines with leaves;
In awe of ferocius alliance of foxes and hyena.
The roaring of the new predators
Shakes the wilderness
Making iroko tree to shed leaves spasmodically.
Date palm delivered prematurely in the savannah.
The bamboo refused to sprout.
The whole land convulsed;
Ushering thick darkness
Alas! the shepherd hues
Seeking for foreign alliance
To tame the marauding scavengers.
The vigilantes are asleep
Leaving the land defenceless
Giving rooms for the allied predators
To match their jackboots on the land.
Tears and sorrows flow in the land.
Lives are caught down at plumes.
Sighs and hopelessness inhabit homes.
The shepherd could not tame the predators.
The jet-lagged guards are fainting
And could no longer fight the predators
Haba! who shall be the next prey?
Where will the predators strike again?
Who is the true owner of the land?
Is it the shepherd or the predators?
Will there be an end to the hurlyburly?
When shall peace reign in the land again?
When shall this carnage cease?
Oh! there seems to be no end at sight
The land is afraid of itself
There is terror in the land
Someone help our motherland.
(IN MEMORY OF VICTIMS OF BOKO HARAM IN NIGERIA)
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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Tonsillitis
As the Matter of Satan
Satanic he deals the matter
Craving edacious, gluttonous
Eating, drinking junky
The Toungue our food
As the Matter of God
They mind their matter
Hooding guarding vigilant
Well picketing predators
The tonsils from food
As a matter of wellness
A war with the predators
Diehard the Tonsills the best
In vain just for Tonsillitis
Win or loose betterment anyway
poem by Indira Renganathan
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4. Big fish
Where shimmering shoals of sardine play
By shipwreck on the seabed lay
Along comes shark some swim away
The rest get eaten if they stay
Within a porthole hanging out
An octopus I hear you shout
He’s hiding now what’s that about
Surprise attack without a doubt
A conger eel behind a rock
Fits like a glove or was it sock
Smaller fish come by to mock
But when he strikes they get a shock
Well large or small just be aware
The predators don’t mean to scare
They mean to eat you not play fair
So if you’re not a big fish do take care
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Pray not for health
Man is a predator of plants and animals.
Virus and bacteria are man’s predators.
Both are happening with the God’s knowledge.
Praying to Him for health is of no avail.
10.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Good as well as bad
As such, things aren’t good or bad.
As such, deeds aren’t good or bad.
The prey is good to predators.
Predators are bad to the prey.
08.09.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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So, my tactic with conservation of apex predators is to get people excited and take them to where they live.
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The Fish and the Sky
Once there was a fish living in a stream
Where water was clear and the surface gleam
Food was abundant and large predators away
The fish was passing happily its days
One day the fish looked up and noticed the sky
So blue and endless and free in its eyes
Suddenly it saw a flock of birds moving by
And immediately yearned that it itself could fly
With passing of time the fish’s desire grew
No longer with happiness its mind was ruled
It no more noticed clear water and surface gleam
Lack of predators and abundance of food became unimportant things
Finally the desire was too much for the fish to bear
So, it relentlessly jumped out of water into the air
In doing so the fish met its ultimate death
Devoured by a bird watching its crazy stunt.
poem by Henry Chen
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Live Not Being Bothered
Mice cannot live where cats will not enter.
Mice do not abandon feeding and mating
Because there's a threat from the predators.
Let me live my life, not being bothered.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Breathing Space for friend David desantis
Beneath the bridge the river flows
along the bank side alder grows.
There in the shadow of the trees
small creatures move about with ease.
Safe from the flying predators
which hunt along the water course.
In search of some small tasty bite
to satisfy their appetite.
The riverside a habitat
for rabbit vole and water rat.
The peaceful waterside enjoys
an almost total lack of noise.
I walk here seeking solitude
serenity and quietude.
4-May-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Nashoba Pack
A pack of creatures
That walk and creeps.
Like scavengers in the woods.
Of different exposed hoods.
They hunt for power.
Infamous for murders.
They fight like predators.
Vicious as Halloween in October.
Have scary eyes.
That you should fear.
Black ski masks is what they wear.
The Nashoba pack is here
And the end is near.
Nocturnal like animals hunting for prey.
And we are witnesses that have to pray.
Violence bleeds through the night.
Crime rate rises to the highest height.
Guns yelling and people are dying.
And we hear nothing but crying sirens.
poem by Anteaus Berryhill
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We're Predators and Prey
Are we truly so distant from our primitive past
Are we no longer the hunter or considered fair prey
Were the truth put before you, you’d be most aghast
There are predators among us and they hunt us each day
We’re not truly different from the ones at herds rear
Which the predator watches with hard hungry eye
The prey starts and senses, that death is quite near
On the lonely herds edges, the weak always die
Our modern world is a jungle, and human beasts are a fact
Camouflaged with normalcy, clothed in disarming disguise
Preying on the young and the weakest with terrifying tact
Before melting in to community, they disappear to our eyes
The gazelle in the herd is as the child on the walk
Safety in numbers causes inborn defenses to relax
A lion creeping closer is as a van stopping to stalk
And they’ll both culminate in deadly attacks
No.. we’re not so far distant from our primitive past
Yes.. we’re the hunter and also too, are considered fair prey
don’t allow yourself or your children to lag or be last
Yes… there are predators among us and they hunt us each day
poem by David Whalen
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By The Pond In Shade
She sat down with you
by the pond
the summer heat
and dragonflies
skimming across
the water's skin
and the odd duck or so
setting down there
and she said
I want to have kids one day
and be a good mother
and make my kids happy
and meet their needs
and not be a moaning mum
like my own
and you looked at her
taking your eyes off
the ducks and dragonflies
and letting them rest
upon her face
and wondered how Rubens
would catch her
or maybe Renoir
and you said
I'm sure you will some day
and they'll be lucky kids
and maybe you won't moan
or chide too much
and then silence
as you swam over
her features
her eyes
her nose
her rose kissed cheeks
the way she sat
her elbows on her knees
the summer skirt
showing a little thigh
and she said
pointing to the water
we used to swim in there
when we were young
before mother caught us
with that Barber boy
but it was fun
and innocent
but she never saw things
that way
and then she smiled at you
and you said
wish we could go swim there
like that today
while the sun's out
and the dragonflies
are skimming
and the ducks are here
but she just shook her head
and laughed
and ducks flew off
but dragonflies stayed
where you sat with her
by the pond
in cool of shade.
poem by Terry Collett
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A Sunny Day In February
I stood by my car and looked down
at the still waters of the small lake below.
Several anglers with their rods cast
sat on small chairs along the lake bank.
Sheep grazed in a field
with not a care in the world,
on a sunny day in February.
The blue sky seemed
to stretch forever everywhere.
Peace drifted across everything
that was there
on this sunny day in February
at the farm I go to.
9 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Natures Scene
I row my boat through the seas,
surrounded by the beautiful trees,
as i take in the majestic scene.
Fishes swim in the sea,
running from the predators they see.
Birds fly across the sea,
in a line as in a military scene.
The sun sets below the sea,
as the time goes by like a wave in a sea,
i row my boat back admiring the beautiful natures scene.
poem by Geet Asher
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Sea Dragons
Along Australia’s meandering coastline
Live a bevy of remarkable sea life
But none so spectacular then
The elegant sea dragons
Part myth but weedy camouflage
Their long thin bodies like needles
And elongated snouts
Make the sea dragon hard to detect
Now endangered the leafy sea dragon
Is immortalised a the marine emblem
Of South Australia
Like their cousins the sea horses
They live in the depths of the sea
Male dragons conceive and maintain the brood
Until they hatch and whilst mother dragon
Swim nearby like the imperial guards of old
Guarding their offspring against predators
So should you ever be lucky enough
You might cast an eye on this elegant creature
The supermodels of the deep!