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KT Feb 2015
Arms, legs, body and head,
you can not deny it,
we are just a plague widespread.
Across me sits this smelly man,
I see in him nothing but an orangutan.
I look at his face, look at his hands,
there is nothing more than a monkey in pants.
I try to think of how does he think,
but what do I know;
I’m written by the same ink.
Years and years, nothing but a lion’s purse,
now seconds passed,
we think we are masters of the universe.
A load of meat floating on a rock,
I guess we are lucky,
but we haven’t even learned to walk.
We hope and dream our dreams,
we want to achieve,
but everything is wrong when it’s not how it seems.
Everyone is a god, everyone is supreme;
When their belly is full,
everyone lives in his own dream.
But take away the feast,
get in their way;
Man becomes the most savage of beast.
We haven’t lost that jungle sense,
no diffrent than animals,
our population is just more dense.
But I guess we are noble in a way,
that’s the greatest irony of all;
Because I know how to say what I can say.
Ape does not know that he is ape,
he does not know the diffrence between an apple and a grape.
He does not even know if his own kin he rapes;
but for **** sure we should know,
that we are nothing but the next-level apes.
Àŧùl Feb 2015
I went to the forest,
Forest spoke a poem...

*Have you seen my green trees,
The trees that gave me shade..

Have you seen my animals,
The animals that here played.

Have you seen my birds,
The birds that sang their songs..

Have you seen my flowers,
The flowers that scented my air...

Why does the evening feel so barren,
Where has she bereft me to rot alone?

Oh my companion mother nature,
Where have you left me oh my God?

Why only the hardened insects remain,
Who am I supposed to listen to now?

Would this bit of grass be able to survive,
Or will it abandon me just like others?

Where do these two-legged creatures come from,
Have I forgot having looked after them throughout?

Why do they use my wood to kindle bonfires,
Couldn't father time just revert everything back?
A namesake personification of the forest,
I give vent to my personal feelings herein.

My HP Poem #772
©Atul Kaushal
K F Feb 2015
Dogs are odd funny creatures,
they're big and small with all sorts of features.

And every once in a while,
if given a smile,
They can be the very best teachers.
Just a silly limerick to brighten your day.
witchy woman Feb 2015
I will not live my life,
Stalking the the perimeter of my cage
To every other being such as me
This seems like a reasonable fate
For you are kept from the terrors and disease ridden world
And fed twice a day

I was meant to starve sometimes,
So that I am thankful everytime
I catch my prey
I want to travel for miles
And watch the sunset from a different mountain top every day.

I want my roar to echo in the deepest valleys, only to be answered by absolute silence. Instead of being observed as an act of violence.
I cannot continue my life this way, as your placid royal highness
When you get down to the core of my being,
I am after all- a wild tigress.
Those poor zoo animals. All I see is their spirit crushed by fences and bars. They long to simply escape and be free as they were intended to be
"Our world would be a barren
and a horrible desolated place
without:

~ POETS and our intuitive subtle visions
~ MUSIC's universal healing sounds
~ DANCE OF NATURE 
~ ANIMAL FRIENDS"


Poets
Music
Nature
Dance
Our
Beautiful
Animal
Friends­

Reveal Love For Life:*
*living with each other
within harmony,  
interconnectedness,
love and compassion.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Cherish everyone.
Respect nature.
LOVE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nick Strong Feb 2015
Watching a seagull floating lazily
Through an invisible blue ocean
Effortlessly soaring on invisible waves
Course dictated by winds currents
Piercing eyes watching, senses alert
Casting a moving shadow, cross the deep
Tracking a path none knows
Swooping, surfing ocean’s rollers
Wingtips gently kissing wave peaks.
Beautiful bird in flight, a nuisance  around fish and chips ....
jennyanydots the cat
but four teats she had
and five inside her womb
those young and withering abloom

in that summer's dusk
she heard their cry
and learned what it meant
to live and to let die
Courtney Gaura Jan 2015
Your fur is matted
Your not as big as I thought
Your tags are marred by my name
In a effort to make you mine
You hold so many memories
The good
The bad
The sad
The happy
Your plastic eyes
While scratched
Will always see me
Clearly
I must confess
The only reason
All the others
Were named same as you
Is because none of them
Would be better than you
As a child
You seemed so big in my arms
Something to hold
To hug
I'm sorry about
that time I was
Convinced that I was
A hair stylist
And found some Form
Of cutting tool
There's a connection between us
Even if you are a
Stuffed animal
A horse
You'll always be
In a place in my
Heart
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