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The Serengeti Spotted Beast

spots like giant big black lice
all over his body
specks of long whiskers
claim the dominion of
his mouth that hides
the power of his sharp teeth
spotted as sin
yet well revered in the jungle
of lawlessness
where restlessness for sure
is virtue at its
topmost hierarchy
to kill, and eat, to be full
and still bloodthirsty
very much like to the dovetails
of my society

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Law of the Jungle

Now this is the Law of the Jungle -- as old and as true as the sky; And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die. AAs the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back --
For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.

Wash daily from nose-tip to tail-tip; drink deeply, but never too deep;
And remember the night is for hunting, and forget not the day is for sleep.
The Jackal may follow the Tiger, but, Cub, when thy whiskers are grown,
Remember the Wolf is a Hunter -- go forth and get food of thine own.
Keep peace withe Lords of the Jungle -- the Tiger, the Panther, and Bear.
And trouble not Hathi the Silent, and mock not the Boar in his lair.
When Pack meets with Pack in the Jungle, and neither will go from the trail,
Lie down till the leaders have spoken -- it may be fair words shall prevail.
When ye fight with a Wolf of the Pack, ye must fight him alone and afar,
Lest others take part in the quarrel, and the Pack be diminished by war.
The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, and where he has made him his home,
Not even the Head Wolf may enter, not even the Council may come.
The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, but where he has digged it too plain,
The Council shall send him a message, and so he shall change it again.
If ye kill before midnight, be silent, and wake not the woods with your bay,
Lest ye frighten the deer from the crop, and your brothers go empty away.
Ye may kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs as they need, and ye can;
But kill not for pleasure of killing, and seven times never kill Man!
If ye plunder his Kill from a weaker, devour not all in thy pride;
Pack-Right is the right of the meanest; so leave him the head and the hide.
The Kill of the Pack is the meat of the Pack. Ye must eat where it lies;
And no one may carry away of that meat to his lair, or he dies.
The Kill of the Wolf is the meat of the Wolf. He may do what he will;
But, till he has given permission, the Pack may not eat of that Kill.
Cub-Right is the right of the Yearling. From all of his Pack he may claim
Full-gorge when the killer has eaten; and none may refuse him the same.
Lair-Right is the right of the Mother. From all of her year she may claim
One haunch of each kill for her litter, and none may deny her the same.
Cave-Right is the right of the Father -- to hunt by himself for his own:
He is freed of all calls to the Pack; he is judged by the Council alone.
Because of his age and his cunning, because of his gripe and his paw,
In all that the Law leaveth open, the word of your Head Wolf is Law.
Now these are the Laws of the Jungle, and many and mighty are they;
But the head and the hoof of the Law and the haunch and the hump is -- Obey!

poem by Rudyard Kipling
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The Tikoloshe

The whole yard becomes full, becomes full of him,
without anyone noticing
while the shadows are drawing nearer

is in the bright day he already approaches full of danger,
when darkness comes to the earth
without anyone noticing

he unexpectedly enters a house,
and someone screams agitated
when darkness comes to the earth

and he comes and goes as he wants to
with eyes gleaming red and bloodthirsty
and someone screams agitated

where he enters the bed of an innocent girl,
when he sets out to kill
with eyes gleaming red and bloodthirsty

and still come and go unseen among people.
The whole yard becomes full, becomes full of him,
when he sets out to kill
while the shadows are drawing nearer.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Suppressed Anger

it is as if the belly of a woman
is pregnant with a very long snake
and slowly it exits its way
through the esophagus
but you cannot see it first
because the teeth is still gritting
and the mouth is still closed
but on the spur of the moment
when restraint gives way
the mouth suddenly opens
the teeth stops gritting
and the head of that very long snake
comes out
showing its sharp fang
and suddenly
without any talk
bites the object of its
affection.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Handsome Man

i am a handsome face
long black hair
aquiline nose
slim body
kissable lips
sharp eyes
white teeth
smooth brown skin
lean and muscular body

i promise you nothing
i have no time
and i do not know what
love is
i am the vagabond of
this earth
a wanderer of its bosom
no one owns me
and i own no one.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Our Life

Our life appears akin the floor
Of mosaic tiles, spotted, three hues;
Each tile denotes a month that passed;
The spots refer to good and bad!

Umpteen are grey spots – venial sins,
By habit done, incessantly;
The fewer black spots – mortal sins,
Against the Ten Commands of God!

The spots of white were good deeds done;
Some tiles had few, some had galore;
The size of dots too varied much;
Such tiles were scarcely found and rare!

We yearn to see the floor all tiled,
With spots of white, all huge and bright;
Yet, earthly life is what we make
By labour, done in heaven’s light!

(24-07-11)

poem by John Celes
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Literary Tongue

at first i like the hands
those huge hands to cover the whole of my cold body
and then i begin to like the fingers
those that crawl and make my body warm
those that fill the orifice of my emptiness
those that caress my hair
and travel from my nose to my mouth
to my neck to the last tip of my toes
and then i like the mouth too
with its tongue that speak about gentleness
and make me a little bit heated
and brave
and then i am finally stuck with the tongue
the surrogate part of of them all
it speaks
it licks
it travels from the tip of my hair to the tip of my toe
and then it stops
hides inside the walls of my teeth and gums
and stay in the house of my mouth
it also knows
when to stop and just be alone and silent

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Leroy the Lion

leroy the lion was toothless,
every elephant
giraffe parrrot and snake,
found this hilarious.
he would walk through the thick forest,
trying to look scary and mean,
he would open his wide gummy mouth,
but no animal would scream,
he really was the worst lion ever,
he was as harmless as a feather.
monkeys would throw coconuts at his weary head,
sid the snake would slither up his large lion leg,
and whisper cruel words into his ear,
and alone in his den he would release big lion tears,
then one day,
a friendly wise owl,
heard the lions sad meow,
down he flew to see the lonely lion,
the lion told the owl of his plight,
'dont worry leroy your soon cause a fright',
off his flew to brew up a plan,
just like wise owls always can.
soon he returned with a set of lions teeth,
rubbing them clean with a giant leaf,
'where did you get these dear owl'
from your dead cousin,
poor fool was crushed by a stampede of cow,
wont be needing these now,
so leroy the lion,
placed the teeth in his big eager mouth,
and roared a loud scary roar,
he thanked the owl,
and soon saw sid the sly snake,
opened his mouth,
and sid did shake,
slivering off into his hole,
then he saw the cheeky monkey,
who on sight of the lions new teeth,
screamed and run up his tree,
and from that day on,
the lion ruled strong,
he was the king of the jungle,
and this is his song

poem by Not Long Left
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Felines

Look at the leopard. He is all peppered
with spots from his head to his toe.
His body is sleek and his eyes do shine
and he's ferocious when stalking his foe.

Look at the lion. He's no dandelion.
In the jungle he's King of the beasts.
He's courageous and strong and prowls like a cat
to find his food and then feasts.

Look at the tiger. He can spring higher
than most of the cats you'll see.
His coat is all tawny or sometimes stark white
with stripes that are black ebony.

Look at the cheetah. Be fast or he'll eat ya.
You won't have much time to escape.
He's faster than lightning with legs that are long.
It seems that he's always in shape.

Look at the panther. He's not any fancier
than the rest of the cats that there are.
But the coat that he wears is midnight black,
a black that's the color of tar.

Look at the cat that lives where you are,
the one that can purr and can mew.
They say he has nine lives and I doubt that he does.
But, the one that he lives is for you.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Papa And His Son

small son
like a toy soccer ball
yellow and black spots
in the warm hold of
Papa the giant
to his mind
his hands are powerful
against the walls
and tall buildings
against the hot horizon
he laughs
at son who raises his hands
in total surrender
not afraid anymore
if ever he falls
Papa is the giant
his words are true
like walls and tall buildings
like strong hands
like laughter
like white teeth
like words of comfort
of horizon's assurance.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Animal Instinct

(words & music by giant, baum, kaye)
Dont ever take tour eyes off me
Not even for a minute
cause like a panther I might pounce
And that will be the limit
I can be sneaky, fast as a snake
I strike like a cobra, make no mistake
And baby youll be trapped, quick as a wink
Its animal instinct
Dont think that I wont pin you down
No matter how you plead it
Im like a lion whos been caged
And you are gonna meet it
Watch out Ill warn ya, sharp as a hawk
Im wild as a tiger, I prowl and I stalk
cause when a man feels thirst, he takes a drink
Its animal instinct
You better not be caught off guard
This wolf is on the search now
A leopard just cant change its spots
And Im about to lurch now
I roar like the jungle, I fight tooth and nail
I just gotta get you, youll fall without fail
Im ready for the kill, Im right on the brink
Its animal instinct
Its animal instinct, animal instinct

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Critical lice are like body lice, which desert corpses to seek the living.

quote by Theophile Gautier
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Max

Who is that big black dog I see?
Who is that big black dog indeed.
With a deep black shiny coat and sharp teeth that could bite to a gore
Who is that big black dog?
Come big black dog
Come to me
Those brown eyes that see
They see things at night that would frighten me.
But, oh, my big black dog
How I thank GOD that you have nails and a ferocious look to protect me
Come and walk with me for you see things I cannot see
I will never be afraid with you near me.
So, please, never go away my big black dog…
Just you and me, my MAX and me.

poem by Bonnie Lisa Sanchez
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The Jungle Sneaks in the Yard

The jungle sneaks in the yard
and changes from cat to tiger
in a moment
taking less than a second.

Something rustles in the grass
and he crawls on his stomach
with golden eyes drawn wide
he jumps through the air in a bow.

Claws hit in and teeth bite
and with his prey in its mouth
he comes to me,

jumps in through the room’s window
and there’s a black brown snake
hissing out of his mouth

l’Envoi
and cat’s eyes leer murderously cruel
as if has forgotten about being a cat
and eat snakes for snacks
and with one leap
he takes his prey to the outside.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Looks That Kill

Now listen up
Shes razor sharp
If she dont get her way
Shell slice you apart
Now shes cool, cool black
Moves like a cat
If you dont get her game
You might not make it back
(pre-chorus)
Shes got the looks that kill
That kill
Shes got the looks that kill
That kill
(chorus)
Shes got the looks that kill
Now shes bullet-proof
Keeps her motor clean
And believe me, you
Shes a number thirteen
The church strikes midnight
Shes lookin louder and louder
Shes gonna turn on your juice, boy
So she turns on the power
(pre-chorus)
Shes got the looks that kill
(chorus)(solo)(verse)(pre-chorus)(chorus)

song performed by by Motley Crue
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It's A Jungle Out There

It's a jungle out there
Disorder and confusion everywhere
No one seems to care
Well I do
Hey, who's in charge here?
It's a jungle out there
Poison in the very air we breathe
Do you know what's in the water that you drink?
Well I do, and it's amazing
People think I'm crazy, 'cause I worry all the time
If you paid attention, you'd be worried too
You better pay attention
Or this world we love so much might just kill you
I could be wrong now, but I don't think so!
'Cause there's a jungle out there.
It's a jungle out there.

song performed by by Randy Newman
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Fair Weather Ahead

Theres this place full of mountain heads
Living and chewing upon the fat
Built upon the hazy plan
Like foundations slipping through the sand
Long teeth and whiskers like a rat
Fearing only those present
They got zero emotion
And everybodys fed up with that
Warm outside but very cold within
Followed and praised for many years
They got all the promotions
Isnt that the way its always been
Historys written always red
Its pages are painful and clear
Its so full of devotion
Makes you wonder where it could have led
Put the lights out
Fair weather ahead
These strange new creatures
They wont be led

song performed by by INXS
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A Troublesome Woman

a woman of trouble knows how to weave words, fabricating them
into little monsters, not of lesser significances that litter in that
pestering pond that she creates herself,

she likes what she is doing and she likes

trouble, she makes trouble, she will die without trouble,
so sometimes she pulls out her teeth for trouble and cuts her hair for trouble
because you see her ugliness and you are caught in a reflex of telling
her

that she is ugly

and there again the trouble begins, you start it by telling her the truth and she will not like it,
she seeds the conflict and you pick it up, the conflict becomes yours
it is growing and spreading and she will be laughing because
a war is born

and she says, it is not her war, you started it, it is yours now.

she hides in the light and makes many shadows that soon she will fear herself,
she will mumble names, this so and so is trying to kill her, and she must
take revenge,
to justify her quest for violence,
violence begets
violence
her mottoo and she sees to it, that violence is created even without her

she fears herself though and hates the mirrors on the walls
she lists her enemies, plans her schemes of destroying them ahead
of their plans destroying her,
she has a lists of the faults and shortcomings of her friends,
(she has no friends in her heart
she has no heart in her body
her body has no soul)

she writes:
the sun is hot
the moon is a slut
the air is pushy
the wind is bitchy
the sea is salty
the child is naughty
her mother is ucky
her father is sickly
the world is leaky
everyone is pricky
the system is kinky
the priest is hankypanky
the mayor is itchy
and so on and so forth

a woman of trouble always falls short of herself measuring her height
against the rest
she will be either taller or shorter and this makes her so
unsatisfied

always comparing herself she feels always defeated, there are always
more of them than her so she feels so empty like a hot baloon
pulled by the air up
(only to burst at the end)

she floats she pulls everyone to her to anchor her emptiness
she will be devoured soon by the big mouth of her own
troubles, the horror of her own big mouth devouring her own body
like a movie
she will shout herself so loudly using the remains of her own tongue
she will hear
the screams from inside her but she will not listen still as inch by inch
the big mouth swallows her

noisy, garrulous, hysterical she will make her last scream
she is gone
her own mouth and sharp teeth have tasted her
she is gone
and what shall be written about her is this bitterness of cannibalism
and the ending lines shall be
(as she is finally consumed)

let eternal rest be granted to her Oh Lord!

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Who Discovered The Mirror?

Who discovered the mirror?
We don't, at all, remember.
To show our faces beautiful,
How much it's really useful?

Above the wash basin
The glittering teeth clean
We see first every morn,
Before the day starts on.

The curly hair to comb,
The mustache to trim,
The oily face to foam,
How it helps at home?

Is there any beauty parlor,
Or a fancy dress store,
Or a modern shop tailor,
With no full size mirror?

Inside the ladies hand bags,
Or the gents coat pockets,
How the tiny mirror hides,
For their face-touch up uses?

To see the distant stars,
Or to find the tiny microbes,
How it serves a giant telescope,
Or a small but sharp microscope?

Mirror, mirror everywhere,
With our life for it to share,
Thanks to the unknown discoverer
For this all-time useful mirror.

poem by Rajaram Ramachandran
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Bring On The Night (Dream Chaser)

I've got nothing in my head, got a floor for a bed.
My future's at the bottom of a teacup
I've got half a pair of shoes and no time to lose.
I'm wondering when I'm gonna wise up
So, Fortune, shine your light on me (and my nose),
Cause I need some security.
You get a little bad luck and it grows and it grows.
I'm the black sheep of the family.
I've got half a pound of rice, a beard full of lice,
Political retrogression.
I've got a pocket full of dust, and eating is a must
If you want to make a good impression.
So, Fortune shine your light on me (and my dog),
Cause we need some security.
While other folks are living high on the hog.
I'm the black sheep of the family.
Don't talk to me about Society.
You got to play by the rules or pay the penalty.
Because there's nothing to choose between a handful of blues.
Double indemnity.
The whole world's wrong and my shadow's getting long.
I realize this song don't mean much.
I got an ache in my head. I want to go to bed.
Tomorrow, I don't have to wake up.
So, Wisdom shine your light on me (and my knees).
It's true what they say about familiarity.
There's nothing good this way, it's true what they say!
I'm the black sheep of the family.

song performed by by Rainbow
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Mercedes

Your love is desirable more than food and,
Your romance is known by many;
But your steps are like giant apes in the jungle.

To the shopper's paradise and,
To see the orchards blossom;
But with a wide repertoire to respect the black fairy,
For you are very exuberant and very beautiful.

Mercedes my lover,
Do measure yourself by the things you love;
And do listen to your heart beat!
Because the jungle is too far from you,
And i will live to guide you on.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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