Least Read Poems About Animals
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Owl Series: II
I. Predator
Does she stain
the thinly-knitted mulch
in marks of prayer;
a hunter notching
a blackened tip before the brook,
a pause before the mercy?
Her flex exposed,
silks a stone into dialects
of existence.
There, skimming the hills,
tracing their peaceful line
in bells and falls,
she responds-
to a boast of the softness
of a wind's palate
which busies all that reaches
below her view's dangle.
Those who are enticed,
question...
Does she stain
the thinly-knitted mulch
in marks of prayer;
a hunter notching
a blackened tip before the brook,
a pause before the mercy?
Her flex exposed,
silks a stone into dialects
of existence.
There, skimming the hills,
tracing their peaceful line
in bells and falls,
she responds-
to a boast of the softness
of a wind's palate
which busies all that reaches
below her view's dangle.
Those who are enticed,
question...
#animals
#nature
#LifeAsAWriter
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Dans le Pays de Colline: L'appel du Vide
Kangaroos are suicidal.
That seems ab-
rupt. Ha*(see later) absolutely,
let us start
with the deer.
Choice of poison: sprightly
Sidecars. We shore mailboxes.
I rarely see red
flags anymore, doe.
A Hill Country halt
on asphalt. Anthrax.
Idea of a joke;
putting antlers
on mailboxes*. These Texans.
I lost count
their odorless stink
when fifty dented bumpers
stream
plow an end of tunnel
in the mist. Red
...
That seems ab-
rupt. Ha*(see later) absolutely,
let us start
with the deer.
Choice of poison: sprightly
Sidecars. We shore mailboxes.
I rarely see red
flags anymore, doe.
A Hill Country halt
on asphalt. Anthrax.
Idea of a joke;
putting antlers
on mailboxes*. These Texans.
I lost count
their odorless stink
when fifty dented bumpers
stream
plow an end of tunnel
in the mist. Red
...
#animals
#nature
#monsters
#memories
#frustration
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8 Comments
druid observations
winter is summer
the same tree pushed under coastal ice
and then dense by hazelnuts
the windshield gets a scraping
almost blinding a curve
both times all times uncovered
of unrelenting freeze and unrelenting life
spring is fall
the branch appoints itself
as a moonwalker leaping for the sun
one slow fraction of a second
bearing happily its lull
also cast off by a pull
ying and yang it cracks
it stretches it scarfs it loosens
the same person rises ...
the same tree pushed under coastal ice
and then dense by hazelnuts
the windshield gets a scraping
almost blinding a curve
both times all times uncovered
of unrelenting freeze and unrelenting life
spring is fall
the branch appoints itself
as a moonwalker leaping for the sun
one slow fraction of a second
bearing happily its lull
also cast off by a pull
ying and yang it cracks
it stretches it scarfs it loosens
the same person rises ...
#animals
#nature
#evolution
#astronomy
#historical
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13 Comments
& now the waxing sky.....
and now the waxing sky
and now the bluely bright
cool of morning runs thru
darkened avenues of night
like the wings of a butterfly
rising out of all that grief
plain and bare, all comes to it
but no strife is endless
even death is a transmutation
initiating new horizons
floating out of itself, oh beautiful,
oh beautiful like a fountain
where blind eyes blink, re-seeing,
(re-seeing to remind)
...
and now the bluely bright
cool of morning runs thru
darkened avenues of night
like the wings of a butterfly
rising out of all that grief
plain and bare, all comes to it
but no strife is endless
even death is a transmutation
initiating new horizons
floating out of itself, oh beautiful,
oh beautiful like a fountain
where blind eyes blink, re-seeing,
(re-seeing to remind)
...
#animals
#moon
#night
#nature
#SelfDiscovery
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4 Comments
Milch Cow
Lowing
cows,
low
pitch
Across
the
misty
meadows
Ghostly
bovine
bitch.......
by Jemia
cows,
low
pitch
Across
the
misty
meadows
Ghostly
bovine
bitch.......
by Jemia
#animals
#fate
#food #sadness
#food #sadness
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what the world is worth
I love the bugs in the dirt beneath my feet
I adore the sharks which feast
I think bird’s songs are nothing short of wonderful
And even a grizzly bear could put me into safety’s lull
The plants, so complicated yet simple
The water and the complicated ways it can ripple
A flying squirrel, soaring through the brush and branches
The ways in which a species advances
A spider, the originators of fine art
A snake coiled around my arm
A groundhog, burrowed deep inside the earth
These things and others is what the world is worth
I adore the sharks which feast
I think bird’s songs are nothing short of wonderful
And even a grizzly bear could put me into safety’s lull
The plants, so complicated yet simple
The water and the complicated ways it can ripple
A flying squirrel, soaring through the brush and branches
The ways in which a species advances
A spider, the originators of fine art
A snake coiled around my arm
A groundhog, burrowed deep inside the earth
These things and others is what the world is worth
#animals
#nature
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Question!!!
Do y'all believe in speciesism? I didn't even know it was a concept. I know the majority of readers of this post will be non vegetarians and I heard two pov's- their lifestyle, their choice and second that it's a simple concept where we're hurting and eating animals. What do y'all think? It should be a concept or is it an annoying truth?
#animals
#nature
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0 - Unfinished poetry 10
Fight against the tiger
Ride the tiger, don’t be a liar.
Show your true self, reveal what’s inside of ya.
Kill the devil that lives inside your mind.
It think it’s time to show your razor smile.
Teeth bared, hands balled in fists,
Fight against the bottomless pit,
There must be a way out of this I have no doubt.
Fly on the tiger mind through the clouds.
(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Ride the tiger, don’t be a liar.
Show your true self, reveal what’s inside of ya.
Kill the devil that lives inside your mind.
It think it’s time to show your razor smile.
Teeth bared, hands balled in fists,
Fight against the bottomless pit,
There must be a way out of this I have no doubt.
Fly on the tiger mind through the clouds.
(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
#animals
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eight doves on a wire
eight doves on a wire
together
friends on bar stools
together
friends on bar stools
#animals
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Little Whiskers(Big Balls)
Little whiskers with big balls
Scurries round and leaves his sign
Let’s me know he is hanging round
Feel some affection for little one but
Can’t have him shittin and pissin
In my less than humble abode
Tiny man struttin all over
Even up on the bathtub
Just one kernel
To let me know that he knows
He’s a little man with some big balls
I set the trap but he dances around
He seems to sense what it’s all about
Tiny guy with twitching whiskers
Struts all around
Almost want to name him and ...
Scurries round and leaves his sign
Let’s me know he is hanging round
Feel some affection for little one but
Can’t have him shittin and pissin
In my less than humble abode
Tiny man struttin all over
Even up on the bathtub
Just one kernel
To let me know that he knows
He’s a little man with some big balls
I set the trap but he dances around
He seems to sense what it’s all about
Tiny guy with twitching whiskers
Struts all around
Almost want to name him and ...
#animals
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Where Swans Go to Die
Beneath the world, where whispers fade
A realm of shadows cold and stark
The path in death is arrayed
Where swans go guided by the dark
The walls are stone, like frozen breath
Their veins of moss, a pale decay
A hymnless choir, the song of death
In echoes lost where none shall stay
Each mummified face, a silent scream
Their sockets wide with horror's plight
As if caught within some endless dream
Where dawn forever yields to night
The air hangs thick, a stagnant pool
A crypt of ages locked in time
As though...
A realm of shadows cold and stark
The path in death is arrayed
Where swans go guided by the dark
The walls are stone, like frozen breath
Their veins of moss, a pale decay
A hymnless choir, the song of death
In echoes lost where none shall stay
Each mummified face, a silent scream
Their sockets wide with horror's plight
As if caught within some endless dream
Where dawn forever yields to night
The air hangs thick, a stagnant pool
A crypt of ages locked in time
As though...
#animals
#birds
#dark
#death
#shadows
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From a different perspective
Question about what you think and believe that what you see 👁️👁️ For have you ever seen through the eyes of nature, as it sometimes is a reflection of life, told from a different perspective of a mother and child 🙏 For sure there are some similarity that really reflects, the deepness of the moments of birth, from a WOLF mother's eyes watching over her young child, supporting them and to teach them how to survive 😔 in life. But yet it's here in the nature zone, in the mountains and tree's in the forest life is very different. HERE from the outside...
#animals
#birds
#butterfly
#fish
#motherhood
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