Triggered By Depth
Like a Leopard with spots,
Or a Lion with a mane...
We all are born to walk on paths,
Not to follow.
But separate experiences to gain.
There is something about each one of us,
That is different and yet the same.
And much like the collective,
Of snowflakes that fall.
None will have the same pattern.
Even though when heat hits them...
Melting snow is the name given that's claimed.
And when two approach a subject of interest...
Should they treat this affinity,
As if in a contest?
And if that is done by some who see it that way...
Who really achieves comprehension,
When what had been loved...
Loses an appeal that eventually drifts,
And does not stay.
Because the devotion...
Was never triggered by depth of emotion.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leopard
Leopards with their spots
Four legged polka dots
Jaguars too have spots
Leopard have densely spots
Jaguars have central spots
You and I call them spots
But Zoologist calls them
'Rosettes' which doesn't rhyme with spots.
Better to call them 'spots'
because it rhymes with 'dots.'
0046 Cursory nursery hairy tail
Can a leopard
change its spots?
'In a way...'
said Darwin,
tied in knots...
Then would
a leopard
spot its changes?
'Evolution
might arrange this...'
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Frog and the Lion
A LITTLE FROG WENT OUT ONE DAY
TO HAVE A FROGGIE WALK,
HE SAW A LION ON HIS WAY
AND STOPPED TO HAVE A TALK.
AND THEN THE LION SAID TO HIM,
THERE’S FLIES UPON MY BACK,
AND I AM FEELING PRETTY GRIM
WHILE STANDING IN THIS TRACK.
SO IF YOU CLIMB ABOARD MY FRIEND,
YOU’LL HAVE A LOVELY FEED,
I’LL FLICK MY TAIL SO I CAN SEND
THE FLIES TO FILL YOUR NEED.
SO FROGGIE CLIMED ON LION’S BACK
AND ATE AND ATE AND ATE,
AND LION STOOD UPON THE TRACK
TO WAIT AND WAIT AND WAIT.
ONE DAY LION LOOKED AT FROG
AND SAW HIS EYES WERE DIM,
THEN LET HIM DOWN INTO THE BOG
SO HE COULD HAVE A SWIM.
AND THEN THE FROG CAME BACK AGAIN
THE LION TO ATTEND.
HE CLIMBED BACK IN THE LIONS MANE,
THE LION WAS HIS FRIEND.
AS TIME WENT BY THE FROG GOT FAT.
AND LION WAITED ON.
THEN FROG WAS EATEN BY THAT CAT,
AND SO THE FROG WAS GONE.
THE FROGGIE IN THE LION,
JUST SCHRIVLED RIGHT AWAY.
THE FROG WAS FULL OF POISON.
THE LION DIED THAT DAY.
THE MORAL OF THIS STORY.
IS TWOFOLD, LISTEN ON.
JUST BE VERY CAREFULL,
BEFORE YOUR DAYS ARE GONE.
CHOOSE YOU VERY WISELY
THE FRIENDS WITH WHOM YOU GREET.
AND DON’T BE LIKE THE LION.
BE CAREFULL WHAT YOU EAT
poem by George Savige
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Refraction
Step aside.
The white flowing mane
was going to become the adrenaline.
Fear of silence was turning into a green wound.
The dissenting life-blood has vandalized
the moon. There was a provocation
from the black stars. The leopard
was ready to tear open the zoo.
The outreach was a puzzling thing.
Who was responsible for rearing
the panthers in captivity? The tail, the claws,
the teeth were vulnerable.
I was sick of pretentions. Every act
had a motive of loss or gain. Night or day
the sphinx always looms large. You can
walk in, to talk to coffin.
poem by Satish Verma
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Freedom Of Choice Purpose Exercised
delight in judgement fear rejection
true character is on courage display
freedom of choice purpose exercised
What more could any possibly ask of you?
Leopard cannot change spots distinct defined
Zebra wears stripes to blend Lion hunt blind
poem by Terence George Craddock
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We Each Perceive From a Different Point of View
We walk on paths that have separate purposes
You say I have written too many poems,
And the reading of them,
Prevents you to keep up.
My rebuttal to that is this...
I keep no thoughts or opinions,
Set aside for anyone to keep a pace.
Or decide to wait in a hesitation they may take.
I would like for you to read what it is I produce.
But do you have the patience to delay your dreams...
To approve each one accomplished that gets done.
Then without an energy you provide yourself...
You must maintain a motivation,
No one comes to give with such devoted dedication.
You say I have written too many poems,
And the reading of them,
Prevents you to keep up.
Well...
I must say I am flattered.
However,
I do believe...
We walk on paths that have separate purposes.
With a calling to different missions.
And we each perceive from a different point of view.
Perhaps that's why the topics of my writings,
Keeps you reviewing them...
More than leaving is a wish for you to do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A leopard does not change his spots, or change his feeling that spots are rather a credit.
quote by Ivy Compton-Burnett
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Kyarek To Tu Malish Mane
Gujju POEM
Kyrek to tu malish mane.....
jivan na palav ma samavish mane...
moza to dariya ma udya mane tu kinare to pohchadish mane...
Kyrek to tu malish mane.....
rasta ni dhul samji kyarek to tu mathe chadvis ne...
kyrek to tu malish mane....
cheli savase tara uar ma to samavish mane.....
kyrek to tu malish mane....
poem by Sandeep Jahaal
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Lion's Roar
In the jungle, a lion's roar,
Loud rumbling from it's core.
Magnificent mane of golden brown,
He is a king but wears no crown.
Predator and enemy they have two,
Human hunters, Hyenas too.
The lion and his lioness pride,
If you cross them, run, don't hide.
The roar of a Lion,
The rolling sound of thunder,
The chase of a Lion,
His prey runs asunder.
The Lion's roar is his symbol,
Of Strength, Of Leadership, Of pride,
The raw Roar sound is tribal,
His pride, so true, abide.
Of course, all writers draw upon their personal experiences in describing day-to-day life and human relationships, but I tend to keep my own experiences largely separate from my stories.
quote by Jeffery Deaver
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Serendipity in the Serengeti
Embattled heart
In the trappings of melancholy
Searching for a light
Steadfast, looming large
Like a Lion's mane glistening in the twilight
Searching for a trapdoor of fate
To be written in the manuscripts of time
As a survivor, wounded yet gallant
The heart of a lion tugged by the vines of destiny
To hunt in the path of hope's glimmer
Shining forth like the Sun's rays scattering
To the grottoes of a den of bleeding lions
For the mane to be one with her destiny, the looming sun
To hunt in the prosperity of an untamed heart
As the lion in you re-awakes to hunt like his ancestors
To rekindle the fires of his hearth
To transcend caverns of melancholy
To the eternal sunshine of an endless savannah
Serendipity in the Serengeti
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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The rain wets the leopard's spots but does not wash them off.
A leopard's spots: or, what is bred in the babe will come out in the flesh.
The Tale Of The Scorpian And The
Am I going
to cut my cloth
to suit you
is a leopard
going to change
his spots.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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Rain wets the leopard's spots, but it doesn't wash them off.