I Left You In Your Sleep
after the caress is over
when the sweat dries
and the trembling subsides
when the blankets
sought you cover
when the pillow finds
itself vacant again
one's mind sleeps for a while
and then begins to wander again
in the forest under the trees
one must find another prey
just to survive
you have always been the predator
in my sleep you left me: i was the prey.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blankets
Some blankets are thin
that cover the poor.
They're lucky to have them.
They sleep on the floor.
No pillow to sleep on
to cradle their head,
nothing to sleep on
that's called a bed.
Some blankets are downy
that cover the rich.
No shivering at night
in their warm little niche.
Their heads have been cradled
since they were born.
They sleep in comfort
all cozy and warm.
Some blankets are heavy.
They weigh you down.
You can't move your toes
or wriggle them around.
You lay there quite still
and wrestle with thought.
You think of blankets
that are light.
and if the poor
will be alright?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Man is man's prey.
Frogs find flies as their prey;
Birds find worms as their prey;
Cats find rats as their prey.
For man, another man is prey.
02.11.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Rat and the Owl
A rat is moving on the ground;
It searches for something to eat;
’Tis night and it must quickly find
Some food or else, it must sure starve!
A large owl stands with two large eyes;
It turns its neck to scan the ground;
It strains its eyes to catch a prey,
And sees a rat shuffling across!
Both search for food in frantic ways;
Both need to eat to stay alive;
The owl is like a ghost at night;
Its large eyes contrast rat’s small ones!
The owl is predator for rat;
The rat is prey for owl at night;
The owl is sure to pin the rat,
And death is sure for the latter!
The rat moves on unwarily!
It nears the owl innocently;
It does not know that death is near;
Its mind is bent on searching food!
The owl is watching rat’s movements;
The prey is rather small in size;
It tries to keep the rat within
Its visual fields, and take a strike!
The rat is unaware of owl;
It has not sniffed the danger near;
With nostrils engrossed in food-search,
It scurries to and fro for long!
The owl is planning when to swoop;
An opportune moment must come;
The rat must take a moment’s rest;
The owl’s claws take the rat to nest!
The predator is smart and swift;
The prey will certainly get caught;
There is a small chance to escape;
But, predator must make the fault!
Both owl and rat must eat to live;
The rat is prey for owl always;
The rat can still avoid its death;
It must respect the owl’s beak-might!
In life, we play with dangers oft;
We know that fire surely burns;
We walk into the ‘jaws of death’!
We take some risks that bring us death!
But being careful is a must;
We cannot risk our precious life;
Lurk dangers in our environs;
The thread of life could get cut fast!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-21-2008
poem by John Celes
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Shadow In The Water
man in a canoe on hot water
paddling away enjoying a good day
shadowed by a giant shark in the water
true colours this guy has a seriously scary shadow
dark black shadow circles banana canoe on calm sea
sun on naked back yellow shadow turquoise water
man madness consumes everything alive
at end of day who is apex predator prey?
sharks prey consume to eat to survive
poem by Terence George Craddock
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By The Sea
the sea is crystal clear
the seagulls mirror
what they have on their feathers
the fishes too transparent
the feast starts
predator prey
on a very clear day
that is life in peace
someone has to eat
and someone is eaten
like us in love, we prey
on weakness
all strengths and wisdom
all forgotten
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hero for a Day
I am unique,
Just like everyone else.
Do I want to kill for you?
No, I only kill for myself
Under this sand
Buried in this time
I don’t see them here
Are you sure they weren’t mine
Now this is where I’ll stay
Thrown to the side
We’re used to kill your prey
And then be left behind
I am a Hero, but only for a day
We’re being picked off
One by One
Thinking to myself
Will I ever see my son?
I’m lying here
I’m the only one
Will I survive?
Or am I done?
Now this is where I’ll stay
Thrown to the side
We’re used to kill your prey
And than be left behind
I am a Hero, but only for a day
Finally coming home
Trying to seize the day
Mindless in my house
Do I really get a say?
“For the people”
What a lie
It’s what I live for
For what I die
Now this is where I’ll stay
Thrown to the side
We’re used to kill your prey
And than be left behind
I am a Hero, but only for a day
(12/23/2007)
poem by Michael Koelliker
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A Hunter
in the forest of life
a hunter kept searching
for a prey to stalk
and salt for a meal or two.
stealthily he moved
afraid of dry leaves underfoot
eyes fixed on a prey.
lo! without warning
the prey's image got blurred.
disappointed he trudged
only to meet a similar fate
home bound he trekked
a man bitter at fate
yet no one promised anything.
poem by Kelvin Karani
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Miss Praying Mantis
Miss Mantis! camouflaged stand still as you pray.
But many understand you are waiting for prey
Some other can't know so come closer to you
You promptly speed up on your mission to pursue.
To eat the prey alive, is your first choice and lust
if prey would resist, you will eat its head first,
Exclusive predator dependent on meat of prey
chew like chocolate moving the jaws sideway.
Your wisdom never ends here, you fly in nights.
To seem larger and threatening, fan wings wide.
Detect the sounds produced by approaching bats
your camouflage and colour help you to protect.
Miss Praying Mantis! too have exceptional beauty
With remarkable pose, style; totally slick and sexy,
Matching colour make up and your camouflage
Makes you no way less than a Hollywood actress.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Aubade And I Am Not Like Other Birds Of Prey
Morning at last!
Every night is a fight till you're waking
Dreams dancing past
Through the silence of sleep
Dawn is breaking
I wake and watch them till then
And I am not like other birds of prey
And I am not like other birds of prey
Oh, night is long, you won't needing me
For a dressed up time I am there to see
That fear holds no sway
Soft is my plan
And my eyes kill the lies that felt happy
Life is my right
And in sleep's little bed
I'll protect you
So, hear, let my presence dismay
That I am not like other birds of prey
That I am not like other birds of prey
When hopes are young and your cares are few
Then I'm sure above keeping truth in you
And my name is love
Submitted by Michael Hack
song performed by by Supertramp
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The Girls From Here To The Other Corners Of The World
yes, yuri, the girl from cebu
whose heart has turned to stone
is not an exception,
if fact she is a general rule,
they are uprooted from
the clutches of poverty
from fathers who are
unemployed from mothers
who earn their living
on the simplest chores
of household keeping
where there is nothing
to keep, of fish vending
where there is no fish,
of selling vegetables
where there is no
good harvest, and so
these girls have to
attend to themselves,
and the internet has
become the tool,
display their wares
seduce the south african
male for an exotic treat
of oriental coyness
and shyness feigned,
enticing the whites
and blacks to pour
their dollars on their
innocent breasts,
these occur so
regularly as a matter
of accepted occupation,
predator prey relationships
thrive, vultures come and
wait, because there are
dead meat offered in
our streets aplenty in the
internet.....blame them?
reprimand who?
let them play their games
let them find out who is
the prey and who is the
predator, because Yuri,
they are all big enough
and we just mind our
own business, let one
find his pleasure, and
let the other give it to him.
and let us watch who
punishes whom, who
gains who loses in
their own free games.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Woman On The Run
She sits trembling with fear as tears slide down her face
She hears his car back firing in the driveway as he ends this chase
He’s been stalking her and she runs once again for her life
Dear god in heaven, how could she have let him make her his wife
She has to sleep with a knife under her pillow, in case he should break in
She wouldn’t stand a chance, he’s so strong he would win
Moving real often now, hiding anywhere she can
If only he’d never find her, she must come up with a better plan
This time he keyed her car and ran her off the road
She’s so afraid of him, carrying such a load
He told her if he couldn’t have her, he wouldn’t let her live
Too many scars and broken bones for her to ever forgive
He’s told her they will find her body in a dumpster
She’s got small children, so this can’t occur
He finds where she works, and threatens all the time
She has a restraining order, he knows this is a crime
So many women have to face this fear, each and everyday
The ones they love most, a lot of times make them their prey
Why can’t we get involved, and try to help them get free
I know a lot about this, because them used to be me!
By Dogs4donna
© 2007 Dogs4donna (All rights reserved)
poem by Donna Nimmo
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The Strongest Always Rule
One cannot say that an animal in any way can be cruel
For in the animal kingdom the strongest always rule
And in their law unlike our law there is no wrong or right
The ruler always the biggest the one with the biggest bite.
Because she had killed a baby possum the fellow beat his cat
Though she could not have known the difference between a possum and a rat
To her it was just a smaller creature and on it she could prey
And beating her will never changes her from her natural way.
She may be well fed and cared for and she may be sleek and fat
And she may purr beside you by the fireplace on the mat
But the desire to kill smaller creatures is always in the cat
In her the instincts of the predator and nothing can change that.
He beat his cat for killing a baby possum but the cat's a beast of prey
And she is a natural predator and she'll always be that way
And one cannot say that an animal in any way can be cruel
For in the animal kingdom the strongest always rule.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Indelible Guilt.
Indelible Guilt.
More scenes of devastation.
The tides of war have left behind.
A naked child wanders alone.
She does not know the ground is mined.
She cries for aid but there is none
There is nobody left to care.
The tides of war have come and gone.
Death and destruction everywhere.
The lucky ones are those who died.
Though she survived: What chance has she
A helpless infant cast aside.
To starve to death most probably.
She may be killed by predators.
Who see her as their lawful prey.
Obeying Mother Nature’s law
Because they know no other way.
Kill or be killed the age old law
Instinctively they all obey
Each and every predator
The hunter can become the prey.
But Man the greatest predator
Brushes Natures rules aside
His greatest skill is making war
His blood lust never satisfied.
What of the child? No one can say
It must remain a mystery
The memory haunts me still today
When I look back regretfully.
The guilt I feel is permanent
Does not abate with passing years.
Still flashbacks to that incident.
Reduce me to impotent tears.
That is the price that soldiers pay.
For answering their countries call.
A guilt that will not fade away
and makes no difference at all.
Though we recall the heroes fall.
No one records the innocent
The weakest ones go the wall
By long established precedent.
It seems that we will never learn
The lessons taught by history
Each generation in its turn.
Must learn experientially.
There are no winners in a war.
The strong survive the weak must die.
Mother Natures age old law
When demand exceeds supply.
Sunday,18 December 2011
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Predator Prey Early Morning
i could be an early bird today
that catches no worm
but i do not really mind
being early is enough
having to find something to eat
because there is nothing yet
to prey upon a chance
is another
at most
an early bird does its best
one time
after another
time
till it is finally
eaten
by another early predator
who makes
the same complaint
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Secret Revealed
The whole world is retarded,
Proving once again the infallible
Law of attraction of the prey
Attracting the predator,
And the predator attracting the prey.
But if you vibrate at a higher frequency,
You will only attract the lower ones,
Because the universe levels
Everything back to its retarded
State of perfection.
So you repeat again and again:
I'm stupid yet I'm perfect
Out of the fullness of my stupidity.
In the world where ugly is beautiful
Many doors open up everywhere.
Because it's all a matter of quantum
Consciousness, where the brain
Of the participant resides somewhere
Else, attracting the infinite
Possibilities of the retarded One.
Lots of lights flash in a room,
But the mind itself remains dark,
Hung like frozen Einsteins and Newtons
In the cosmic closet of Deepak Chopra,
Chopping away at the quantum
Sphincter of inner space.
Little children like stars sing at nauseam
In Pavarotti tenors and mezzo-sopranos,
Making cosmic orders of enlightened
Stupidity.
While a thousand monkeys laugh on
The horizon.
All is bliss - bless your ignorant
Lives.
May 14,2007
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Concealment And Covering
you conceal so many things
for so many reasons
you cover them
for so many ratiocinations
you cover you cup of coffee
so it may not get cold that easily
in the same manner you cover your cooking pot
so it may get hot earlier and at least fuel
you cover your ears perhaps because there's so much noise
you cover your head because it may be so hot or there may be rain
you cover your book to protect it from stains
you cover your furnitures because there is so much dust
you cover your body, your heart, your mind
for so many reasons
to each his own because we want to survive we want to live
we want to be just left to ourselves in our chosen privacies
no one has ever said that survival is a crime, a sin, a wrong,
it is the most fitting thing to do, and you must do it too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Winter Frost
winter frost forms on the window
a window that looks out at the soal
this winter comes with no mercy
the winter that calls itself a friend
it graps and holds its prey dear
starting to extract all of it's warmth
then suddenly it lets go
throwing it's prey out the door
leaving the prey to look through the window
only to find winter frost apon it's soul
poem by Sabrina Helphrey
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As The Bird Meets The Worm
the law of instincts
reigns
and in hunger
no one is
always forgiving
the worm
cannot have
any reason
neither will the
bird
have any justification
the prey is there
the predator
does what needs
to be done
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A lion's work hours are only when he's hungry; once he's satisfied, the predator and prey live peacefully together.
quote by Chuck Jones
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Work Overtime Turbo Drive
long overdue
a well earned rest
about to sleep,
sweet sweet well earned sleep,
my eyes can hardly peep
about to hit my pillow,
think instant sleep sublime,
will caress my soul be bedtime mine
I will heartily wallow,
in gentle sleeps slumber pastime,
this rest of tired mind be chime downtime fine
long long past,
sleep sleep past early dawn time,
long overdue this hard nightime earned recline
peacetime nest so welcomed
this rest among clime blessed
poem by Terence George Craddock
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