Guffaw, Scouring Hyena
In the luxuriant, yet petrified floor
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
And grinded upon the torrid pebbles
And they rattled in an apprehension
And trembled upon the covetousness
Instigated by tiger's vitriol that she identified
Whilst he sulked in the corner of her
Sparse stream of bigoted empathy
Shrouded in a discreet subterfuge;
Discreetly flagrant, a blatant contradiction
Yet no one pried, and no one understood
Not even the vicarious vulturine brethren,
Witnessing the gnashing of a tooth on a tooth,
Perched amongst the fringes of the dunes
That climbs and crumples upon the palms
Of a sweaty savanna, like fingers or claws
Clutching a prison, enclosing the meager hyena
With his tongue jutting out and slavering
Contouring a wryly bent grin, yet again
No one understood, or better yet,
No one cared, not even her scrolling clouds
That hazily undulated into his musings
That drove a frenzy to keel over just to taste
The dry and desiccated streaks of her air
A carpet of her hair, to her languid head
And in this scavenging, you may find him
If you would twist your conceited vision,
Vindictive and consumed by vanity,
He, the hyena that he is, wagging its tail
Gilded with a lacquer smile and taunt snicker
Filling the vacuous legroom of the grounds
With a dazing cacophony, the hyena's laugh;
A chortle for a bawl, he indisputably rolls
And a snivel for a snigger, stalled amidst the tigers
This is an epistle for his glory riveted in a mockery
And this not proposed for your, neither her, mercy
This is another anthology of a thousand hunting game
For a despondent scavenger, for a hyena,
Who had reduced himself in harlequin's mask
In order to live on, even on the edges,
Of her, inexorably, and your, obsequious villages
Guffaw, scouring hyena.
poem by Norman Santos
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In the final act of the beginning of time.
Hyena take your role, the stage is set.
The town is safe again tonight
Hyena (I see the day ahead)
Hyena (and all that Ive cried through)
Hyena (God knows youre doin that, dont you? )
Hyena, sister look to your hand
Man you serve communal interest,
Shell tell you when and where and how and why youd hurt
A beautiful young lady
Hyena (I see the day ahead)
Hyena (and all that Ive cried through)
Hyena (God knows youre doin that, dont you? )
The only thing to fear is fearlessness
The bigger the weapon the greater the fear
Hyena is ambassador to here
Night time fell like the closing
Meager pay, but recognition
Hyena crawls on his belly out
The town is safe again tonight
Hyena (I see the changes, man)
Hyena (goin on cross the way)
Hyena (I see my road ahead)
Hyena (dont know if I should stay)
Hyena (I see you holding him,)
Hyena (and all that Ive cried through)
Hyena (God knows youre doin that, dont you? )
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Bizare Day
Sun is sunning
Rain is raining
Hyena is hunting for
Prey not male nor
Female or harmophordite
Sun is shining
Rain is pouring
Hyena found that prey
But can't eat it at
Daytime or night tme
Sun is shining
Rain is pouring
Hyena and his wife
Who just miscarriaged
Are starving to death
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The hyena calls another hyena worse than itself.
Animals In People
Children in the playground playing on the swings being like a monkey. As the monkey is swinging in and out of the trees as the wind pass him by.
Baby in the pram sleeping quietly a bit like a mouse. As the mouse is sneaking quietly past the hopeful looking cat that is looking on for coming mice.
Adult sat down talking very loud a bit like a hyena. The hyena has catches it prey and is laughing very loud at it pry trying to any thing to get out.
Teenager sat down quietly keeping their eye on the little ones a bit like a bird. The bird is watching for any trouble that might come passed.
As the world turns people change. People grow up. Deep in side of us we have an animal that grow with our feelings or what we could do. What kind of animal do you think you are today?
poem by Kelly Berry
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When the hyena drinks, the dog can only look on.
When the hyena is gone, that is when the dog barks.
O, sheep if I do not eat you, you will eat me, said the hyena.
If the hyena eats the sick man, he will eat the whole one.
The hyena does not eat its baby, and you know how insatiable it is.
A hyena intrudes through a gap a dog opened.