Tigress At The Waterfalls
Like a tigress at the waterfalls,
Her stripes are her foliage walls,
The roaring sounds of the waterfalls,
The Tigress footsteps dulls.
The unsuspecting prey falls,
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King Of The Castle
The tiger strolled alone again...
Unloved for all to see...
A lonely king revered by men
And yet no queen had he...
No tigress roared for him to hear,
No tigress caught his eye,
No tigress brought from far to near
To cause a sovereign's sigh...
The tiger strolled a little more...
His heart a heavy weight...
A lonely king who felt so poor
He couldn't celebrate...
No tigress toured his countryside,
No tigress sought his love,
No tigress thought of him with pride,
So was this life enough?
The tiger strolled another day...
With pining in his soul...
A lonely king he'd have to stay,
Maintaining self-control...
But suddenly he roared and roared!
Until God heard him, too!
God sent a tigress to this lord
Who never said, 'Thank You! '
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2011.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'King Of The Castle'.
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The white tiger
In the wildness the white tiger is so rarely found
Having a very white colored fur with black deep stripes
It’s a solitary genre wanting no one around
With its retractable claw the white tiger the prey gripes.
It is born from Bengal tiger having round deep blue eyes
Because the Bengal tiger has genes for white coloring
It may be complete white, but may not be different in size
At night it hunts some pigs, cattles and deers for eating.
These double recessive allele in their genetic code
Are the cause for turning up once in every thousand births.
The Bengal tiger becomes white in this natural mode
A great potential for excellence is found in its strengths.
In small areas with concentrated prey it survives
White tigers in the wild live about ten or fifteen years
It learns to be a swimmer when in the water it dives
And runs to catch any prey that in its sight appears.
Maharajah Shri Martand Singh hunted in the jungle
He saw a tigress with four cubs and one of them was white.
With drum beat and trumpet blast he ought fires to juggle
Next day he searched it but no tigress appeared in his sight.
At night the tiger vision is six times better than ours.
Tiger scratches on trees serve as territorial marker.
The stripes help the tiger to stay hidden many hours
And sometimes it fights a new territory to conquer.
The white tiger stripes are always like human fingerprint;
No two tigers have the same pattern of stripes on their fur
Female takes cubs to kill or in prey their teeth to imprint
But before this they are all blind and weigh two or three pounds.
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poem by Marieta Maglas
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Hate Is Not The Reason
The tiger chases the deer.
The tiger chases the tigress
The dear flees; the tigress eludes.
No hatred; only fear and shyness.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Visions Of Paradise
The sounds in my mind just come to me
Come see, come see
And the call of her eyes makes waterfalls
Of me, of me
In the garden of her love Ill stay awhile
To be, to be
What the seeds of her thoughts once mean to me
Come see, come see
Visions of paradise, cloudless skies I see
Rainbows on the hill, blue onyx on the sea
Come see, ah, ah, ah
And the sounds in my mind just come to me
Come see, come see
And the call of her eyes, makes waterfalls
Of me, of me
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In the forest
Tiger and tigress
And they are in the forest
What they are doing
I can not say the best.
I you want go and see
The trees the fruits the leafs
Why and what is these
I can not say since I missed.
I can say about sad sorrow
And about Sweet and sour
About safety and security
And can say here nothing to fear.
Tiger and tigress are busy
Are in brainstorm and are busy
To find a solution and that are
In motion in all nation.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Waterfalls
Waterfalls such a beautiful sight
So peaceful and quiet
The water shimmers as it falls
Blue and clear
Hear the whisper in the air
As the water flows around
Listen at the sound
As it calms you down
It lets you think
Your mind in a spin
As you wonder
At the amazement of a waterfall
It is graceful like a swan
As it flows down
It is like a gentle breeze
Such a tender touch
Waterfalls can touch your soul
Your heart
Make you wonder and think
What beauty nature brings
poem by Angel Plant
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Devoted Mother
The tigress took her time this day...
Her cub was close at hand
And that was how they chose to stay,
As though it had been planned.
Togetherness brings tenderness,
Life-bonding to and fro.
Togetherness means gentleness
And friendship that can grow.
Together now, not separate,
As if it couldn't end.
For now, the cub looked delicate,
A fragile, feline friend...
The sun looked on with watchful eye,
To glide past up above.
The tigress seemed to pause and sigh,
To signify their love...
Today's the day these two must bond,
Forever, from now on.
To think of now and not beyond,
When peace has come and gone...
Devotion forms a daily gift
That hovers from the heart
And gives another's heart a lift,
And yet that's just the start...
For love endures, though seasons fade,
As months melt into years...
Love steers the course of plans we've made,
Beyond our doubts and fears.
The tigress tries to do her best -
In all things, she's superb.
If by her love, you've been impressed...
Stand back... and don't disturb...
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Devoted Mother'.
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Behind these eyes
Behind these eyes I cry,
Behind this door there is no one home,
Behind these waterfalls there is angels crying making these waterfalls,
Behind my eyes you see this little girl who seems lost in the world she don’t belong,
Her life was no longer but short from freedom,
Behind every door there is something that people don’t know,
Behind every wish there is someone granting some of it,
Behind every preps there is someone that made them that way,
Behind every person there is a story to tell.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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O' Tigress of Those Veiled Temptations
O' tigress of those veiled temptations hinted.
Your slow prowl eases,
To goose bump my laments.
Foolish I'm not feeling,
As a drool spills to unleash my naughty thoughts.
Nor am I feeling embarrassed at all,
I use my sleeve to wipe it off.
I wish I could pick up,
My defenses quick.
After exposing publicly,
My uncontrolled shaking.
And trembling lips.
How simply I can be,
By you distressed so willfully.
You tigress of those veiled temptations...
Hypnotically are your intentions scented,
With magnolias lacing the moonlit night.
With you in view I imagine this...
Your tongue comes slithering through your lips.
And upon my neck,
You lick before a smothering of kisses.
And not lunged with a plunging done,
With your sabered teeth to bite.
And with one glup,
I'm gone from sight.
I'm feeling too romantic,
To haul my ass off screaming...
Like a bolt of lightening,
Has lifted me quick from your craved appetite.
I desire to keep this light, aiight?
O' tigress of those veiled temptations,
I wish I was not the innocent amphibian...
Swimming alone coincidently as you hunt.
To feel such a presence of your threatening gaze!
Please let me live in peacefulness,
The rest of my swamp hopping days.
'Hey...
How you doin'?
Wassup?
I'm into you too.
But can we do this at another time?
Since I'm working to perfect my frog imitation! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Waterfall (single Edit)
A lonely mother gazing out of her window
Staring at a son that she just can't touch
If at any time he's in a jam
She'll be by his side
But he doesn't realize he needs her so much
But all the praying just ain't helping at all
Cause he can't seem to keep himself out of trouble
So he goes out and he makes his money the best way he knows how
Another body laying cold in the gutter
Listen to me
Don't go chasing waterfalls
Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that
You're used to
I know that your gonna have it your way
Or nothing at all
But I think your'e moving too fast
Little precious has a natural obsession
For tempation but he just can't see
She gives him loving that his body can't handle
But all he can say is baby it's good to me
One day he goes and takes a glimpse in the mirror
But he doesn't recognize his own face
His health is fading and he doesn't know why
3 letters took him to his final resting place
Don't go chasing waterfalls
Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that
You're used to
I know that your gonna have it your way
Or nothing at all
But I think your'e moving too fast
Don't go chasing waterfalls
Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that
You're used to
I know that your gonna have it your way
Or nothing at all
But I think your'e moving too fast
Ive seen a rainbow yesterday
But too many storms have come and gone
Leavin' a trace of not one God given ray
Is it because my life is ten shades of gray
I pray all ten fade away
Seldom praise Him for the sunny days
And like his promise is true
Only my faith can undo
The many chances I blew
To bring my life to anew
Clear blue and unconditional skies
Have dried the tears from my eyes
No more lonely cries
My only bleedin' hope
Is for the folk who can't cope
Wit such an endurin' pain
That it keeps em' in the pourin' rain
Who's to blame
For tootin' caine into your own vein
What a shame
You shoot and aim for someone else's brain
You claim the insane
And name this day in time
For fallin' prey to crime
I say the system got you victim to your own mind
Dreams and hopeless aspirations
In hopes of comin' true
Beleive in yourself
The rest is up to me and you
Don't go chasing waterfalls
Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that
You're used to
I know that your gonna have it your way
Or nothing at all
But I think your'e moving too fast
Don't go chasing waterfalls
Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that
You're used to
I know that your gonna have it your way
Or nothing at all
But I think you're moving too fast
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Poet Hunter and Mathew
In the dense jungle the poet hunter went
With his photographer friend, Mathew
Carrying a shot-gun that Jim Corbet lent
And a camera that was practically new
Eagerly they waited for the jungle king
Composed, silent – after all tiger’s the name
They wished and prayed but not a thing
Came to start their hunting game
Rejected, frustrated the poet yawned
Along with his friend, Mathew
The hush was broken by a starling sound
And the poet his shot-gun drew
Upon them was the tigress glance
A few metres away from Mathew
The poet’s hands shook in trembling stance
And his heart beat missed a few
But his poetic mind as rescue came
And the jungle gleamed with greenery
Sexy the tiger-skin beauty became
In disguise was the haunting fairy
With camera resting on his nose
Taking shoots was friend, Mathew
Some were distant, some shots close
But they came out good, he knew
Tigress, bored by the foolish scene
Jumped on friend Mathew
And dipping her teeth in his skin
A good poetic lunch she chew
The poet hunter ran seeing the plight
And the tigress behind him flew
Behind was still enjoying the sight
And taking snaps blood stained Mathew
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Vicious as a tigress can be, she never eats her own cubs.
At The Zoo
the tigress
is tearful to see her cub
bringing a pink candle
for her
on her 12th birthday
in her cage
at the zoo
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pearly Drops
Pearly drops,
Rain drops,
Snow falls,
Waterfalls!
To catch what you want and,
To get what you desire;
With, wither!
Day,
Daydream,
Thoughts of daydream;
But, left alone in the race.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Poem: 'Playtime Slayer
- 6. May.2006 -
Unsuspecting children play, nothing seems amiss
They are jumping, they are running, they’re just ‘being kids’
Unsuspecting children play, unnoticing this little girl
She is crying, she is dying, carrying the weight of the world
Unsuspecting children play, laughing to themselves
They are so unknowing of this little girls living hell
Unsuspecting children play, having so much fun
This girl is used to being bullied, but she’s not the only one
Unsuspecting children play, unknowing of this pain
They don’t even see this girl… they don’t let her join their game
Unsuspecting children play, as a young girls life falls apart
They don’t even suspect; this little girl ‘self-harms’
poem by Rachel Ann Clark
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Womens Strength
Were all pawns being played by the king?
Funny how the king always hides behind the queen
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Let Me Die In My Footsteps
I will not go down under the ground
Cause somebody tells me that deaths comin round
An I will not carry myself down to die
When I go to my grave my head will be high,
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
Theres been rumors of war and wars that have been
The meaning of the life has been lost in the wind
And some people thinkin that the end is close by
Stead of learnin to live they are learning to die.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
I dont know if Im smart but I think I can see
When someone is pullin the wool over me
And if this war comes and deaths all around
Let me die on this land fore I die underground.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
Theres always been people that have to cause fear
Theyve been talking of the war now for many long years
I have read all their statements and Ive not said a word
But now lawd god, let my poor voice be heard.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
If I had rubies and riches and crowns
Id buy the whole world and change things around
Id throw all the guns and the tanks in the sea
For they are mistakes of a past history.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
Let me drink from the waters where the mountain streams flood
Let me smell of wildflowers flow free through my blood
Let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy leaves
Let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
Go out in your country where the land meets the sun
See the craters and the canyons where the waterfalls run
Nevada, new mexico, arizona, idaho
Let every state in this union seep in your souls.
And youll die in your footsteps
Before you go down under the ground.
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Mountain Peak
We came together on the highest mountain on this earth.
As years went by we separated into rivers
from the tears this mountain cried.
We all fell into different rivers flowing though
forests, rocks, and waterfalls.
No matter what season we came across
we continued flowing.
We are rivers that started in the mountains,
and rivers that separated as we went through
many waterfalls.
Sometimes we travel together,
and other times we travel alone.
Always remember that these same rivers
that travel many miles through the earth
are once again together when it reaches its final destination
the “Ocean”
So, rivers that started up high in the mountains
and then separated are united
again as a family.
poem by Felix Lugo
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Man, the unfortunate
A tiger is on run on a tigress
To quench its lust.
A cock is on chase after a hen
When it is in heat.
Man, too, is likewise when in heat.
Why is he punished?
23.03.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Water Fountain
I drank glasses of water,
I drank water from office coolers.
Many people drank from water fountains.
I thought my thirst I could slake,
If I drank water from a cool lake.
Then I would would drink cold water,
From gushing waterfalls.
But much to my surprise,
I thirsted for all of Earth's water.
I couldn't fathom my inner self,
About slaking my thirst insatiable.
I couldn't come to grips about,
The deep waters of my life.
Was it my body? Or was it my soul?
Then I very quickly learned,
That this thirst for water that was burning in me,
Was my unending thirst for love
That everybody yearns for.
And everybody needs.
In quantities of glasses, coolers, waterfalls,
Lakes, oceans and seas.
poem by Vera Sidhwa
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