but no fellow-hyena could explain it
Raj Arumugam
Raj Arumugam
Nov 2, 2014

I went to this meeting
(when I was a kid)
of hyenas;
and the ritual
consisted mainly of laughing
and they laughed and they laughed -
you know, and I just didn't get it

I demanded an explanation -
but no fellow-hyena could explain it

everybody laughs
nobody knows why;
and now I am an adult hyena
and I just laugh -  it's something to do
with survival, I think

#laugh   #humour   #funverse   #hyenas  
Raj Arumugam
Raj Arumugam
Nov 2, 2014

I hate school
because teacher Giraffe is always
picking on me
in his high and lofty manner
He's always pointing at me
with his prehensile tongue
and snorting: "Maybe you'd
like to stop laughing
and share your joke
with the rest of animal class?"

But I don't know no joke;
I just laugh

Raj Arumugam
Raj Arumugam
Nov 2, 2014

it's woman power here
in the clans of the spotted hyenas -
the women are bigger and the males fear;
fathers are kind to daughters
so at least the daughters will be nice to them

so women really just give orders
and the male hyenas obey
with mirth and laughter

Did you take the garbage out?
yeah, ha, ha, ha, yeah, yeah, yeah
Did you put the toilet seat cover down?
yeah, ha, ha, ha, yeah, yeah, yeah
Have you mopped the floor?
yeah, ha, ha, ha, yeah, yeah, yeah
Is dinner ready on the ground?
yeah, ha, ha, ha, yeah, yeah, yeah

information in first stanza on spotted hyenas from wikipedia
*"Hyena - don't you dare laugh;
Raj Arumugam
Raj Arumugam
Nov 3, 2014

so King Lion
summoned us for a meeting
and King sat on his throne
and before he started
the King looked in my direction
and he roared:
"Hyena - don't you dare laugh;
here in Council what we deliberate over
is no laughing matter"

And I pissed in my pants
(in a manner of speaking)
and sat throughout the meeting
trembling in fear, as it seemed
to the King -
but also because I had to keep
my suppressed laughter
rocking in my tummy
throughout the meeting

final in my current series of hyena poems...
#humour   #funverse   #hyena  
Nov 3, 2016

This world is but a graveyard
Of kings and kingdoms
Of philosophers and freemen
Of sacrilegious arrogance

For we live in a vast wasteland
Of prospectors and merchants
Only a few steps from oasis
Battling for a distant mirage

Humans are mere beasts
Like hyenas and lionesses
Fighting for supremacy
In this endless ephemerality

iamthe_avatar ©2016

Thoughts about life.
loss of prey - as condor, as hyena, as wolf...
Máteùš Izydor
Máteùš Izydor
Jul 13, 2016

and the hyenas said what the condor
would have, said,
that the sea lion and the lion
kept the knowledge of the world
uptight - for the latter gave way
to a new measurement of harem
instead of metre - and the latter delved
in brotherly alms - to the kept
loss of prey - as condor, as hyena, as wolf...
a woo! he he ha ha ha ha ha (hyena,
fox of Europe)...
cackled the crow in imitation -
cra cra cra! kenaz ᚱᚨ kenaz ᚱᚨ kenaz ᚱᚨ!

what the hyena cannot kill
Paul Sands
Paul Sands
Apr 4, 2015

what the hyena cannot kill

it will steal

tallied on the gritted walls of our toil

their bounty cultivated from the nothing we now possess

and the bodies which must fall once their winter bites

no time left to wail and gnash

we must become as lions that rise

and grip the throat of this thieving class

you know who I'm talking about
#politics   #choices   #choose   #resist   #vote   #revolt   #rise-up  
Samuel Lombardo
Samuel Lombardo
Feb 15, 2015

Born into this world as an angel;
experiences unheard of and in defeat-
the mouth of outrageous roars and gel
grown in a circle of many feats.

There came a face filled with scars
the mind of unsure, bold, and assertive delusion
promotes such gratitude and mingled spurs
to run from me, run from such obsession.

The hyenas are so fake in their attitude-
their faces are like an abandoned building
with graffiti to cover their indecisive gratitude,
and pretentious illusions that yield bring.

In the dark valleys with only moonlight,
such attitudes and gloom of darkness
sets in motion the evil wariness and fight-
the lion flights into the cave of the barking mess.

Hyenas crave the deception to feed on lies;
and the lion's assertiveness frees from itself
the circle of dark redemption that proves his rise,
hyenas hide behind the masks on the shelf.

Hyenas are busy trying something new
whereas the lion still never gives up his path.
Hyenas are free spirited in the blues
while the lion is free from the hyenas wrath.

(Possible Chorus):
In the wrath of darkness, one is never satisfied.
In the light of the world, one can be magnified.
No matter what there is a circle of life
that once will be the door to wasted strife.
The light of the world, defeats the darkness of soul.
The assertiveness and protection will be whole.

A full day of poetry sounds good. Here is the first- could be a song later:
(My cover may be- Bad Crushes):

Written by, Samuel J. Lombardo- February 15, 2015 @ 4:36pm
Dec 11, 2014

under fate's predatory gaze we lie helpless as babes

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