Ravenous Wolf
He stalks an unsuspecting prey
Devours men almost every day
Flock doesn’t have much to say
Content to be this wolf’s buffet
poem by Ray Lucero
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Certain People I Could Name
The few surviving samurai survey the battle field
Count the arms, the legs and heads, and then divide by five
Drenched in blood, they move across the screen
Do I need to point or do you see the one I mean?
The one in back,
the way he acts,
is he reminding you of anyone we know?
Isn't he so like certain people I could name?
Halfway through the 30 minutes
Halfway 'round the world
Here's the story of the genocidal overlord
In her palace with her epaulettes
Watch her little gestures as she lights her cigarette
Look at her you
must see it too
is she reminding you of anyone we know?
Isn't she so like certain people I could name?
Disembodied and detached a voice describes the scene
As a lizard stalks a helpless creature on TV
Music underscores the tragedy
Eyes with no expression watch the unsuspecting prey
Who is it like?
Doesn't it strike you as the very image of someone we know?
Isn't it so like certain people, how could anybody
miss the obvious
and the uncanny and the clear resemblance?
Isn't it just like certain people I could name?
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Werewolf
The german
Has “wer”
Say “vir” for virility
“wer” meaning man
“wulf” meaning wolf
a vir-wolf
a man-wolf
a man taking the shape of a wolf
retaining his virility, his man-ness
his madness
about his prey,
the brute that wears
my form and face
the werewolf
of my race
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How Are The Weak Free?
They will hunt again.
With years to plan.
And sharpen their teeth.
But no one knows, no one knows.
Free the wolf from his cage.
Watch him hunt, stalk his prey.
We let them go.
They will hunt again.
Prey on the simple.
Feast in the temple.
Free the wolf?
We must put him down.
We'll put him down again.
Our protectors hide and grin.
song performed by by Zao
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Devour
The present devours
the past
The hate that devours
love
Anger that devours
you
Hope devoured by
despair
Night devouring
day
And day devouring
night
The moon devouring
The landscape
These poems like flames
Devouring
me.
My mind devours
me.
Now is my revenge
I devour
You.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It must be a hard winter when one wolf devours another.
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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Whilst the dogs are growling at each other the wolf devours the sheep.
The Eye Of The Tiger
Risin up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now Im back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive
So many times, it happens too fast
You change your passion for glory
Dont lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive
Its the eye of the tiger, its the cream of the fight
Risin up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And hes watchin us all in the eye of the tiger
Face to face, out in the heat
Hangin tough, stayin hungry
They stack the odds til we take to the street
For we kill with the skill to survive
Its the eye of the tiger, its the cream of the fight
Risin up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And hes watchin us all in the eye of the tiger
Risin up, straight to the top
Have the guts, got the glory
Went the distance, now Im not gonna stop
Just a man and his will to survive
Its the eye of the tiger, its the cream of the fight
Risin up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And hes watchin us all in the eye of the tiger
The eye of the tiger (repeats out)...
song performed by by Green Day
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Lone Wolf
I am a lone wolf
I always was and will be
I feel fine, I am resigned to this
I am a lone wolf
I am a lone wolf
Got my cares
Wrapped up all nice and neat
In my suitcase
Ill take it down the street
To a place with plenty of space for me
I am a lone wolf
I am a lone wolf
It blows my mind
That people wanna try to get inside my tired head
I am a lone wolf
I am a lone wolf
I am a lone wolf
Nobody needs to get too close to me
Youll only see this truth
I am a lone wolf
song performed by by Eels
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Fat Dogs Wear Well Fed Collars
the wolf cannot wear your collar
the wolf cannot eat your slave bread
the wolf feels a free wind on free face
the wolf hears all sounds freedom fed
the wolf must hunt for its piece of meat
the wolf hunts mountains where free rivers meet
the wolf will starve to death as lean winter creeps
the wolf paints landscapes scenes as death inward seeps
the wolf licks not the beast man’s hand wolf never weeps
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Silver Wolf
The moon shone down
On an unsuspecting forest
Filled with chatters and squeaks
There was noise all around
Nobody sensed what was to come
Then there came an hour
When through the forest
Stalked the Silver Wolf
Product of a diseased imagination
Dangerously, silently
Scythe like claws bit the ground
Gleaming fangs hung dangerously
From a curled and sneering jaw
With great silver strides
The wolf covered ground
While all creatures around
Fell still
Sending a silent prayer
To those who would fall to the jaws
The claws
Of the giant Silver Wolf
poem by Sophie Khanoum
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Banished Wolf
Banished wolf chased off from her home
Banished wolf left with no place to roam
Banished wolf lies in the cold rain
Banished wolf tries to ease her pain
Banished wolf begins to cry
Banished wolf wants to die
Banished wolf tries to stop her tears
Banished wolf drowns in her fears
Banished wolf felt her world grow black
As her lover cried death just before the attack
Banished wolf licks her wounds
While her whole world is falling to ruins
Banished wolf cleans her cut
And as she does so her pain ease somewhat
Banished wolf wears her scars
Through a life full of years instead of hours
Banished wolf let the past be the past
Banished wolf left the gloom that it cast
Banished wolf lives her life today
And she would not have it anyother way
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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Battle Song
There's havoc on the staircase where the guests come streaming,
Shirt-fronts shining and tiaras gleaming,
Frail folk shuddering and stout folk steaming --
Steaming in the heat of the fray.
Midnight striking and the strife appalling,
Strong men staggering and weak men falling,
And deep in the heart of me a still voice calling:
'Make for the buffet while you may.
'Make for the buffet while you may, poor stranger,
Make for the buffet while you can;
There's hope for the stale there, strength for the frail there,
Drink for the thirsty man.
Thrust through the throng! Be obstreperous and strong!
Fight till your strength is sped.
Fight and prevail; do not falter, do not fail,
Make for the buffet and be fed!
'Make for the buffet and be fed, poor stranger,
Make for the buffet and be strong;
Dense is the press and the air is growing less,
Fierce is the fight and long.
Fierce is the fight and oppressive is the night,
Stern is the strife and fell;
Pale is your cheek; you are wan and you are weak;
Make for the buffet and be well!'
Painfully and wearily the hours are dragging,
Old men are falling now and young men flagging;
White ties weakening and stiff shirts sagging --
Sagging as the hours go by.
Consciousness is failing me and outlines merging,
Thunder in my ears as of sea-foam surging,
And deep in the heart of me a faint voice urging:
'Make for the buffet lest you die.
'Make for the buffet lest you die, poor stranger;
Make for the buffet while you can;
Fight your way through like a woman in a queue,
Fight like a jungle-man!
Batter the élite with your hands and your feet,
Butt them in the backs with your head:
Strike for your own! You are hungry and alone;
Make for the buffet and be fed.
'Make for the buffet and be fed, poor stranger,
Make for the buffet lest you die.
There's hope for stale there, strength for the frail there,
Drink for the throat that's dry.
Courage and strength will rewarded be at length;
Weight in the end will tell.
Up, then, and on! Are you weary? Are you wan?
Make for the buffet and be well,
Poor stranger!
Make for the buffet and be well,
Poor ranger!
Make for the buffet and be well!'
poem by Patrick Barrington
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Arctic Apparition
The white wolf waited wilfully
With what would pass for guile,
So long it seemed eternity
I looked at his profile...
Yet in my quest to photograph
This untamed creature there,
He hardly moved along the path
And seemed content to stare...
Until his prey was seen or heard,
He breathed in and breathed out,
As if a statue, never stirred,
To leave me full of doubt...
But finally, he heard a sound
And like a ghost he flew,
As up he sprang, one single bound,
The hunter through and through...
My camera clicked as he streaked by,
Like lightning left-to-right,
An apparition leaping high
And such an awesome sight...
I have his pictures to this day,
Still mounted on the wall...
'The white wolf hunting for his prey! '
What memories I recall...
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2012.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Arctic Apparition'.
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com
I found the picture on the Osborne-Allen website:
osborne-allen-dot-co-uk
Search for Stephen Gayford prints.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Experience demands that man is the only animal which devours his own kind, for I can apply no milder term to the general prey of the rich on the poor.
quote by Thomas Jefferson
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A gamer playing finds another way
A gamer playing doesn't change.
A gamer playing finds another way,
To ensure a familiar game played...
Is perfected to those unsuspecting it.
One trained to charm,
Only becomes accustomed...
To using the same devices.
Shown early that whatever works...
Delivers to satisfy with desired 'perks'.
To please with the releasing of sighs,
At the expense of one duped...
With tears to drip as the gamer delights.
A gamer playing doesn't change.
A gamer playing finds another way,
To ensure a familiar game played...
Is perfected to those unsuspecting it.
And,
If one is seen to be agonized...
THAT is the affect the game player expects!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Black In Black
Who is black on the outside n’ black within
Who charmed n’ fooled the Rainbow People
Broke promises, by supporting former’s sin
Another wolf amongst unsuspecting sheeple
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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A composer is a guy who goes around forcing his will on unsuspecting air molecules, often with the assistance of unsuspecting musicians.
quote by Frank Zappa
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