#vultures
Two kittens too young showed up on my porch. The flood light was their saving torch.
The girl, (Socks) of undetermined breed
The other Mr. T a tabby markings proceed
Other cats challenge for the premium porch spot
Socks the little girl kitten fighting she did not
She hid on the porch to be safe
Mr. T aggressively defended her grace
Yet one day she was gone I don’t know why
Mr. T spent days with a loud sad intense cry
Lamenting the loss Waiting for His love to return
I drove around town Her fate, I never did learn
A beautiful tabby Tom cat I call Mr. T
Took up residence on my porch you see
I made a shanty of tarps and cardboard
It’s what I had and could afford
Three cat beds, baby blankets to keep them warm
To whether harsh winter; wind snow rain storm
The padded bench added an advantage point
To see animals with intentions out of joint
When I’m away, the neighbor puts food down
Unfortunately, all the cats in our street town
Want to get their fill of the food left out
Survival breeds progression, no doubt
Mr. T took two years slowly I gained his trust
Rubbing up against my leg claiming me he must
His gifts of critters; moles, and occasional mouse
He made his way around and through my house
One fine day I opened the door and he walked in
From Then I fed him food He didn’t have to win.
Several cats I’ve had to chase away
Especially those who have a home per se
Wildcats are a breed of distinction
They struggle for survival against their rival
Battles they’ve won and lost at what cost
forever known licking their wounds,
scars to a tone cries to new tunes
Inspired songs;
1) Stray cats strut By Stray Cats 1970
2) The year of the cats By Al Stewart 1976
3) Me and the cat By Rod McKuen 1970
4) What’s up pussycat By Tom Jones 1965
5) Cats in the cradle By Harry Chapin, 1974
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 12:34 PM UTC
I plant seeds of hope into my cranium
that ill be laid out in the meditterian
sea with the water hugging me
I plant seeds of hope into my cranium
that my heart is gold and titanium
and that I will never again know the lows that I've known
instead, I can just float
float away
swim away to a better place
one not plagued with flawed structures
one not filled with hungry vultures
always looking for their next **** their next meal
but maybe it's just our culture, to ****
maybe these seeds of hope will
save me from this desolate land
grant me a benevolent man
so I plant my seeds again
Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 11:19 AM UTC
Aggrieved By The Ecological Loss
Worried About The Nature They Say,
"Vultures Are Now Extinct,"
Amused I Said,
"No Friend, No.
They Are Still There,
The Difference Is Only This,
They Have Grown Arms
Instead Of Wings."
Apr 18, 2021
Apr 18, 2021 at 7:51 PM UTC
The morning is mine
when people are asleep
Sun and I talk
Birds say their greetings
when passing by
I wash oils off my face
scrub the night off my teeth
I open the windows
—the war rages on
I boil milk and blend in
some coffee
she runs down my throat
burning and waking all
of my snoring folks
Sloshing, she plays in
my arid stomach
—the war rages on
I put on some music
Arabic flutes and gentle drums
and open my books
I read a passage,
then read again
—the war rages on
I reread the passage
What are they saying, I
write it down,
I rewrite, then cut
—the war rages on
—the war rages on
I could scream or tear
apart this book, break this
cup where an abyss now sleeps
jump off, I could.
oh, dear vultures, I could run
away, away, away, and
wither on the way. Oh wither!
but I hide under sheets
and wait for sleep to come
Mercifully, she does.
she always does and I
will wake up and gulp some coffee
and reopen the book
reread the passage, reread
rewrite, rewrite, cut
—and the war will rage on.
Feb 22, 2021
Feb 22, 2021 at 3:34 AM UTC
Here I lay
Naked and clean
The vultures have come for me
They are pecking at my feet
Tearing pale flesh from my toes
And exposing my bones
The vultures have come for me
And they won't leave me alone
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 6:52 PM UTC
And when my guardians failed to protect me,
I left myself
On the mercy of these vultures,
I can feel them,
Tangling their beaks
In my warm flesh,
Piercing it,
Feasting on it,
I hear my blood spill
Drop after drop
Sanctifying every grain of Earth,
I can smell,
The sweet metallic smell,
Blending in the air
I hear *****
***** of their wings
Drenched in my blood,
I watch blood dripping from their beaks,
I can see the fibres of my blood
Stuck inside those nefarious nails,
As they tear my carcass
I watch my guardians
The silent spectators
Oh I Want them to make it stop,
To step forward,
Oh I do want them to...........
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 9:31 AM UTC
I see them picking off petal by petal
Making sure their prey is fully exposed
ripping flowers from their roots.
Tell the vultures I will never dine with them
Nor will I participate in their destruction of beauty.
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 10:47 AM UTC
Carrion wings hang limp
On the backs of broken yesterdays
I don’t want them in any proximity
I cannot bear the stench
But vultures come along like doubts
At the speed of darkness
To save the undying from burial
And bring them back to me,
The predator feathers of prey wings
I man the guns myself and
Call all hands to battle stations
And it starts raining
Exhumed evidence
That the buried hatchet often is
A boomerang seeking fulfillment
With the new found vengeance
Of primeval sapience
Burning mad with
Insatiable curiosity
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 9:00 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Decent degrees, desert degrees,
They're all the same, you two need time
Apart to lie upon the furbished frame,
I think of love , I think of greed, I think of hate,
I think of fighting,
They all correspond in what the world crisis is today in hopes to stay away from utter destruction, so the dysfunction
Has a hold on us,
The trees die, corporates build,
No care at all,
The lames they stay in places just to release all their hate,
Then look for a little shoulder crying when the other don't relate,
Ignorance doesn't make it far in a world as cold as this,
It could the power of negative spreading or in the face of a fist,
I think of things in life that keeps me living for tomorrows,
The vultures they creep, while being so flawed, it's alright, there are no more sorrows.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 10:59 AM UTC
*Call down the vultures to dine on something gray and homespun
Problems steadily sink in when you leave the blinds open
Unconscious plans recline in the garden of your home
Two vultures braced solid, arched in a bowl
The reeling air of melancholy is carved out alone*
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 8:25 AM UTC
I don’t know what hurt worse,
The tick-tock
And clock in all –
Or the waiting,
Just one more second,
The wanting,
One last second
And be ******
The wine stained sand
And buzzards atop ear;
Always to remind of how I’d
Loved and ultimately
Failed.
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 11:04 PM UTC
All you ever had was just beautiful words to say
But in the end they where all lies anyway
I see signs around me all the time
They always speak of the bad, a crime
But I never know what they mean
Until the time is seen
I should of paid more attention to that vulture on that pole
Just sitting there four days in a row
Like it had no where to go
I didn't understand
But the answer was in my hand
It took you four months to picked my heart clean
Like a vulture, what you did was obscene
And just like the vulture, one day away you flew
Leaving me wondering, now what am I to do
I don't know why I see signs of whats to come
Wraped in a riddle, never knowing till it comes undone
I guess it's to prepare me in some way
But the meaning is always shadowed gray
So that vulture on that pole I knew it wasn't good
Now I know it was about my heart, and protected it I should
But thats the problems with the signs that I see
I never know if they are ment for me
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 10:52 PM UTC
I'm forever circling over the tree tops
I don't have to flap my wings, I just glide non stop
Just trying to find some place to land
For your clock was stoped, you've ran out of sand
Don't worry no pain I bring
You won't feel a thing
I will feast upon your rotting flesh
It is my very favorite dish
I will gobble it all down even the wiggling maggots
And whatever else there inhabits
I do my circling dance in the sky
Just to let others know that near by
Something must have died, and lays baking in the sun
And I will soon be having fun
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 5:17 PM UTC
Driving to work today
This is what I saw along my way
Vultures sitting on top of utility poles
As I traveled down the hot dusty road
Kinda makes me worried how todays gonna go
Not one, not two, but four I spied
Makes me want to turn tail and hide
They did not fly but had that look in their eyes
Patiently waiting for a great demise
But on I pressed with great foreboding
Wondering what the futures holding
Made it to work, everyone here is still alive
Thank God,because the old man is eighty five
Maybe the vultures are for me insteed
Maybe today is the day I'll end up dead
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 12:24 PM UTC
Take it
All of it
Like dogs to a bone
Tear me to pieces
Leave nothing behind
Keep it all to yourself
And fight for the scraps
Of what's left of me
Cut deep
Slice me open
Drain out life
From my open wounds
Try and capture it
Bottled fragments of my being
Ignore the screaming
I'll be silent soon enough
Severe me
From mine
Till every limb's detached
And you can have one each
And maybe then be satisfied
Having finally destroyed
My form for your own pleasure
Not enough
You will find
The taste of me will linger
But what you have wont last
Long enough to sustain the hunger
You'll need more
Soon enough
So leave behind my bones
And take to the skies
In search of another weary soul
Circle wide and be patient
As their knees give in you will witness
Their spirit escape them too
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 4:42 AM UTC
They wait, they hide, they prey.
Eating carrion,
vanishing in the setting sky.
These devilish carnivorous beasts,
soaring, circling quietly.
A smell from afar, piercing the senses.
A soulless hide, or partially alive.
Morality does not exist,
they devour all, their defining nature,
seeking the infirm,
a blackened mind.
Just there to watch you die.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
Be careful in this cess pool of a world if you wear your heart on your sleeve because there are vultures & wolves forever searching for their next meal. They won't think twice about consuming every inch of you, picking each bone clean. They delight in your suffering and find strength as a pack. They seek out your weaknesses and what they don't find they will surely create.
Here let me give you some fodder on which you can dine.
I had 2 surgeries this past year, one because they were looking for cancer. I have to be checked yearly, but no doubt you'll assume I somehow did something to deserve this.
Eight years ago I thought my white horse had arrived, left my job as a teacher (my room was Club Med), gave up my apartment, my car, close friends, family, and country, only to find out 2 months in that it was all a lie.
Your Pastor says divorce is not an option, so you commit to trying to make the fiction somehow work, but after years of chaos and too many grey days you consider, maybe, just maybe you deserve something better than the hand you've been dealt.
So you throw those cards into the wind and you start from your own ground zero.
Your terrified of an unknown future, but more terrified of remaining in a life so monotonous that you question why you're even bothering to wake up each day.
You prepare to put your older dog asleep, you're not sure what will come of the other, you have boxes to pack for your 9th move in 8 years at a time when families are coming together and yours is coming to an end.
Your drowning in a sea of work but you have no choice but to somehow find 28 hours in a day because success has finally shown up at your door & you've worked way too hard to watch it simply turn around and leave.
You paint nearly everyday, exhausted, but can't sleep, you can't remember your last break, let alone vacation.
Your paints are quite frankly your only motivation.
You want to scream, run, hide, find some type of escape, but you're given no such relief. All that remains is an awkward ride to the airport, a hug, and a fare thee well to a chapter of your life you wish you could've ended sooner if only you had discovered your worth.
Is that enough for you?
Because I could give you so much more...let my life story be an after dinner mint so no one has to smell my flesh on your breath.
Let the floods and fires come, I'm done with this world.
I have never belonged and I no longer care to.
An army of one, content on my own.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 7:03 AM UTC
Then those birds stood watching
For she was next prey
They flew around her thoughts
In a world so grey
They scattered her rotting flesh
Maggots infested
The vultures began to take feast
Laying in nested
Taking every sip of sweet blood
In her head deep
Devouring the dead memories
Within her sleep
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 10:10 AM UTC