Animals Poems
The Horse
by Khayelihle Bongiswa Gamedze
One question I have now is this;
What kind of creature the horse is?
An animal who is exultant of his strength
And the brightness of his rustling mane.
Who made the horse to run so fast?
Who caused it to leap like a locust?
Who made it not to fear the harness and the saddle?
Who made it not to fear the harshness of the battle?
He is not shaken by the sharpness of the spear,
I seldom know an animal who laughs at fear.
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Word as It Is
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Words are real action
The reality is also sometimes stunned by words
Words that Absurd sometimes also have an affair with reality
Reality that plays with phenomena is sometimes not as idealistic as we think
The spirit in the equivalent word chosen as diction may be right next to the norm or ethics
The body in the heart of a word is always meaningful
The spirit that realistic in words is easily co-opted by symbols in the real world
Body of You, me and all of you resides in a name in a word that has special
meaning
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Natural Beauty
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Flora Jones lived in a pretty, rural area, where the deep green days lasted longer,
And she was a great lover of nature; like the colors of blue skies, getting stronger.
Flora Jones had lively sisters and brothers, and parents who loved them all dearly;
Like clouds move aside some satin nights, so pink stars can be seen more clearly.
Flora and her siblings had a few beloved pets, but many other wild animal friends;
More fun than a barrel of monkeys, like when arced, double rainbow condescends.
Living amid changing, changeless greenery, loving the beautiful was only natural;
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Animals of the Wild
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Eve of His Reign
facing the sunset
the lion king's on his hill
standing fierce and strong
Swans Drifting Away
a flock of mute swans
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Strange Goings On
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I lived on a rolling green farm, and I had a love of astronomy;
And peered at skies of sleepless nighttime, so vast and starry.
It had for long been my hobby, and I had a powerful telescope,
As gold days look to onyx darkness, while they go up in smoke.
Besides being extremely edifying, stargazing was plenty of fun,
As the fun nouveau coral dawns, emerging in unique versions.
I enjoyed quiet life on the farm, as much as I loved my hobby,
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Natural Beauty
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Flora Jones lived in a pretty, rural area, where the deep green days lasted longer,
And she was a great lover of nature; like the colors of blue skies, getting stronger.
Flora Jones had lively sisters and brothers, and parents who loved them all dearly;
Like clouds move aside some satin nights, so pink stars can be seen more clearly.
Flora and her siblings had a few beloved pets, but many other wild animal friends;
More fun than a barrel of monkeys, like when arced, double rainbow condescends.
Living amid changing, changeless greenery, loving the beautiful was only natural;
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The Dead Doe
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
I am a dead doe
And I was heavy in the belly
I didn't have a chance
To give birth to my fawn
I am bleeding from the eyes
With an arrow in the heart
As I lose blood
There's no one to push me
Into the cold river
So, I rot in the sun
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A Magical Tune
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Sunflower Meadows was a place of mystical beauty, green and abloom.
That's where seven-year-old Ava lived, like laughter and spicy perfume.
Ava lived with her parents and three siblings, like stars dance together;
And she loved golden, nursery rhymes, like sunshine, carnival pleasure.
Their farm was small but busy, and all of the family had sundry chores.
Ava collected eggs and fed poultry, eating and picking berries, outdoors.
Faint flurries of wind cooled afternoon, and family came, in floppy hats;
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Bear Cubs in the Autumn Lake
by Kirsten Moreton
The water is cold but her fur is warm,
A cozy blanket I nuzzle in with my sister and brother.
As we watch the fireflies begin to swarm,
Safe from danger, on the back of our mother.
The firefly's glow like thousands of stars,
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Cats&Dogs
by Mario Odekerken
In a world where paws and whiskers meet,
a dance of rivalry,soft yet fleet.
The cat glides by with haughty grace,
the dog bounds forth to start the chase.
A hiss, a bark, awary stare,
yet both know friendship lingers there.
Through rain and sun, in fur and claw,
they play, they pause,they share it all.
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