"cheetahs" poems
there was a little cheetah he had a dream one day
to run in the olympics in a land so far away
he boarded on a plane and flew across the sea
to a place in russia where the games would be
he went to the track a runner he would be
running in a marathon a sporty cat was he
then the time had come for the cheetahs race
he stood in a line and cheetah took his place
now the race was on cheetah took it slow
took it nice and easy with a steady flow
they ran for quite a while the race was very long
cheetah had a finish that was so very strong
as the finish neared he come to the front
then stepped us his speed like being on a hunt
he went like a train like the speed of light
and flew across the finish line with no one else in sight
his mission it was over and his race one won
he enjoyed his holiday that gave him so much fun
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 5:23 PM UTC
Brought forth from a darkness so secure, baby boy relentless in the pursuit of education gazed upon the egg shell walls and sterile environment.
Breathing as if it were natural.
A construction of steel and concrete was the new cocoon , the window was an eye to a neoteric world. Bright white lights shone from within and a dull foreboding cloud loomed beyond the glass for the child to appreciate.
Mother exhausted collapsed sighing. She is the antidote to all that is evil, she is the mother to the world. A usually stick-thin figure now distended but leisurely relaxing.
Nursing her son as if it were natural.
Swooning nurses swaddle infants, the original factory workers. Substantial days grafting, workhorses prancing throughout aseptic halls.
The heroines of our world.
A tribe appears from dust clouds, over the dunes, panting, half-alive. Heavenly Ethiope arriving in time for the world to begin. Tumescent in her ecclesiastic luminescence bearing a King destined to travel great distances primed for expulsion from the cimmerian safety of the womb.
The seas of the earth accumulate before the small band of tall-standing creatures of exquisite anthropomorphism. Creatures from across the great unexplored continent at the centre of our world gathered in frenzied crowds. The Elephants marched in earth shattering herds, the lions of the Savannah put aside their differences and sat amongst the wild dogs of Ethiopia and the grévy's zebra, the dibatag stood and eagerly waited. Shrews, mice, gazelle, otters, cheetahs and giraffes all surrounded the tribe. Taking a silent vow and allowing stewardship to be passed along to a new generation.
Every mother is the mother of the earth. Her earth, the personal concept of earth that only she may understand.
Both children are connected by the planet they learn to walk upon. Connected by a thousand generations but connected nonetheless. They are one and the same. Each bought into a world in which they have no knowledge, each merely a slate eager to be scrawled upon by the elders of this fine rock.
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 9:53 PM UTC
Unforgiving heat
Cool drink
Giraffe,
Hippo,
Wildebeest,
Gazelle
Sip muddy water hole
Crouching low.
Unforgiving heat
Cool drink
Texans
Sip fridge-cooled Camelbacks
Crouching low.
Light breeze
Eggplant skies
Tall savannah grass
Sways
Masking movement.
Predators travel
Unseen.
Guns ready
trophies sighted
Giraffe
Hippo
Wildebeest
Gazelle
Bullet chambered
Trigger finger
trophies....
Running?
Cheetahs pouncing
Texans screaming
Law of Nature
End of Story.
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 12:01 PM UTC
As a ginger, I'm inclined to say fox. I've always had an affinity for those cunning, red canines.
But if it's just for a day then perhaps something a bit more adventurous. I suppose I would choose to be a cheetah.
Fastest land animal in the world, agile, and speckled.
Nobody messes with a cheetah. Not because they’re so hulking or intimidating— just more fascinating than terrifying.
We travelled to South Africa once, my family and I. As a tribe we chased wild creatures down with cameras in jeeps in a raucous yet hushed thrill.
The cheetah was one of the few animals that eluded us. Perhaps having never seen one up close is partially what draws me to them.
Mysterious, as well as evasive, with an "I don't give a **** attitude.
They only eat every so often because catching food is such a feat. When they do hunt however, it's one of the most spectacular things in the natural world.
It's why places that sell tv's show footage of cheetahs running in slow motion over and over on a dizzying loop; demonstrating how clear the pixels are in the plasmas. It's mesmerizing.
Their feet move too fast and fly over the dirt, honed in on whatever poor gazelle or kudu they're after. If you're a cheetah that is your body, your thin bones, your rapid heart and beating paws that make you move in such a blur.
To be a cheetah for a day is feeling and knowing the difference between machine and muscle. Humans have found ways to fly, and people regularly move faster than a top speed of 75mph.
But how sublime it would be!
To be solely and purely responsible for that unparalleled speed just for one day.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 6:18 PM UTC
Set the cheetahs on the loose
There's a thief out on the move
Underneath our legion's view
They have taken Cleopatra
Run run run, come back for my glory
Bring her back to me
Run run run, the crown of our pharaoh
The throne of our queen is empty
We'll run to the future
Shining like diamonds in a rocky world
A rocky, rocky world
Our skin like bronze and our hair like cashmere
As we march to rhythm
On the palace floor
Chandeliers inside the pyramid
Tremble from the force
Cymbals crash inside the pyramid
Voices fill up the halls
The jewel of Africa
What good is a jewel that ain't still precious?
How could you run off on me?
How could you run off on us?
You feel like God inside that gold
I found you laying down with Samson
And his full head of hair
Found my black queen Cleopatra
Bad dreams, Cleopatra
Remove her
Send the cheetahs to the tomb
Our war is over, our queen has met her doom
No more she lives no more serpent in her room
No more it has killed Cleopatra
Big sun coming strong through the motel blinds
Wake up to your girl for now, let's call her Cleopatra
I watch you fix your hair
Then put your ******* on in the mirror, Cleopatra
Then your lipstick, Cleopatra
Then your six-inch heels
Catch her
She's headed to the pyramid
She's working at the pyramid tonight
Working at the pyramid
Working at the pyramid tonight
Working at the pyramid
Working at the pyramid tonight
Working at the pyramid
Working at the pyramid tonight
Working at the pyramid
Working at the pyramid tonight
Pimping in my convos
Bubbles in my champagne
Let it be some jazz playing
Top floor motel suite twisting my cigars
Floor model TV with the VCR
Got rubies in my **** chain
Whip ain't got no gas tank
But it still got woodgrain
Got your girl working for me
Hit the strip and my bills paid
That keep my bills paid
Hit the strip and my bills paid
Keep a ***** bills paid
She's working at the pyramid tonight
You showed up after work I'm bathing your body
Touch you in places only I know
You're wet & you're warm just like our bathwater
Can we make love before you go
The way you say my name makes me feel like
I'm that *****
But I'm still unemployed
You say it's big but you take it
Ride cowgirl
But your love ain't free no more
But your love ain't free no more
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 12:23 PM UTC
Walking into the Reception Hall,
they stole the show away,
A regal pair they were,
with a little bit of Butch
and Sundance swagger shown.
A confident air, not at all underserved.
Dressed with just enough elegance.
Their posture and hue ,
sleek and silky golden,
like a duet of Cheetahs.
Eyes alert and searching
for prey. Alert for danger.
Like a herd of antelope,
all heads turned to look,
The men perhaps out of desire,
the women staring envy at them,
Like the twin bores of a loaded gun.
Mother and fetching daughter,
From twenty feet, hard to tell
which, one was one, or the other.
Long blond hair, full and fine,
both women tall, statuesque,
moving with grace and ease.
The mother my old friend,
the daughter all grown up now,
each having a smile that would
light up anyone's darkness of mood.
We greeted one another,
hugs and hand shakes shared.
A little conversation in the crowded room,
Many pairs of eyes upon us there.
Enchanted is the word that best describes
my impression, this duo as intelligent and
charming as they were beautiful to see.
The mother sedate, classy and yet open
and free, no pretense, no games just naturally
at ease. As lovely as I remembered her to be.
Her offspring, vivacious, spirited and bold,
smart as whip, with a tongue that could
draw blood if she desired it to.
Chatty and funny, sure of herself,
in the manner of beautiful people,
yet not in a pompous way, merely
Confident in self and her place in the world.
She possessed all the character traits you
would wish your own daughter to have.
Her Mother had done well is raising her.
Too soon they moved on,
meeting and greeting others',
out of my hearing and seeing.
Some weeks have passed, a month or two
and yet their strong impression has lingered,
I can't keep them out of my mind.
The Mother, my friend most of all.
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 3:11 PM UTC
My whippet ran
as fast as the wind.
With a cheetahs gate
he could catch all.
And now he rests
his race is done,
all rabbits happy.
*Shanzi is a syllabic poem in seven lines 4/5 5/4 4/4/5
Unrhymed
Lines 1 and 2 INTRODUCE the SUBECT
Lines 3 and 4 AMPLIFY what is affected by the image/subject.
Line 5 thru 7 Focus on NEW SUBJECT that complements and provides a meditative conclusion.
Shanzi may be Titled*
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 10:58 PM UTC
There's something crazy going on these days
Down at the city zoo
The giraffes have joined the high society club
While the monkies are getting tattoos
The elephant's are packing up their trunks
And moving to the Bronx
With all the hippos on a diet
In an effort to lose their junk
The Lions have stopped lying
The cheetahs have stopped cheating
And as far as all their drinking
They're both going to A.A. meetings
The orangutans are the ones to blame
For a pyramid scheme gone bad
Left the zebras all in the red
When they lost everything they had
The crocodiles are out sunning themselves
By the pool drinking Piña coladas
While the mother snakes go on Maury
To try and figure out who is the father
Yes, things are a little crazy these days
Down at the city zoo
But if you were locked in a cage all day
Wouldn't you go crazy too?
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 1:54 PM UTC
Rose
o rose
you must be tired of bad manners
o rose
you must like that the trains come often
o rose
you must wonder why people move so fast
o rose
you must enjoy the naked girls falling from the trees
o rose
the trains are always coming fast, competing with cheetahs
o rose
that’s how it’s always been
© Matthew Goff
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 11:44 AM UTC
we are cheetahs on prowl who let their guard down
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 1:50 AM UTC
Yes i can swim
strokes through the sea
but the swordfish is better
much better than me
Yes i can fly
my eager engines burn
nothing to the falcon
simply done, once learned
Yes i can run
toss my legs in front
leisure to the cheetahs
three fold faster on the hunt
Oh but did you know
just how few of these?
When we left the gates
map and guide made me
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 7:07 PM UTC
Monkeys can climb
Crickets can leap
Horses can race
Owls can seek
Cheetahs can run
Eagles can fly
People can try
But that's about it
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 5:45 AM UTC
i like to watch the cheetah running at such speed
chasing after prey so he can have a feed
as grace full as can be and fast as speed of light
a creature with such beauty brings me such delight
when his meal has finished and filled his appetite
he sleeps among the grass completley out of sight
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 3:02 PM UTC
A land only nature has touched
A lion to its prey, clutched
Before that though
The Lion crept up real slow
Crouched down real low
He puts on a good show
Creeping and crawling
Absolutely stalking
His ***** orange coloring
Unseen by a prey so alluring
His big tufted paws are like a quiet breeze
Unheard by a prey totally at ease
His eyes focus, like a morning lotus
Finding the sun with such slowness
Silently stalking towards prey, not yet ferocious
A gleaming meaty meal ready to devour
Just another moment and little prey will cower
First a pounce with claws drawn out
Then a bite and a shake, making the prey shout
Now a *****
Chewing prey up before its deceased
Drug across the land only nature has touched
A lion has won it’s hunt, quiet now, be hushed
Can you hear nature sing, the way she does
With violence and beauty no matter if lion or cheetahs
Now humans are different! Or is it really so?
The desire the same as a beasts hunt, reaping what we sow
A need to ***** and overpower
A craving to devour
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 2:28 PM UTC
Until the rain melts
and clouds bump
into the sun,
you can try
and elude me.
Until rabbit ******
is outlawed and
Alice grows up,
you can try and
outwit me.
Until horses
stop galloping
and cheetahs are fat,
you can try and
outrun me.
Until beggers
choose and choosers
beg,
you can try and
turn on me.
Until down is up
and up is down,
you can try and
outreach me.
But I will continue chasing you,
around landmines,
hopping rabbit holes,
and fighting currents,
until you are mine.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC
A sunny day but she can see rain in the sky
The news reported truthfully, but she reads lies...
Says the time struck 12 and her prince is no where in sight...
So original when she thinks "just like every other guy"...
She was into all the things that girls like...
Hair products, **** fashion, a hand that captured a ring
But her intuition says pain is what men bring
So she walks with her guard up...blocking all pickup swings.
"My hearts been tortured, cheetahs roam my land" and "my life résumé
Is messed up...things didn't go as planned"
Independent and so pretty...men hate that she is witty...wish she was a freak and try to read her like "Shades of Grey plus Fifty"...
Dear woman who I speak of...
Please don't ever change love...
Just hold on to your faith and don't hide behind your make-up...materialism is abstract to her natural ability...find your inner star, put your mind in a state of tranquility.
My princess please smile, pain doesn't last a while.
Time heals all wounds and its a quarter past ya "new life" and 10 too Coming Soon...stay beautiful my queen.
-Dougie Simps
"For my girls who just needed a man to walk in their shoes. I got you"
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 10:58 AM UTC
*I cheat and you cheat but it's never the same. We're too much alike so it's all fair game. I cheat because I'm needy and you cheat because you're greedy. I'm not gonna want you....when you act like you don't need me.
I'll go through your phone or it'll fall in my lap. I don't say anything for a week then it builds up and I snap. You find out I found out and you look like you wanna die. I lower my voice. "Who is she? How many times and please don't lie." You grab me by the waist as I look in your eyes. You start to apologize and I start to cry.
I can't be mad. But it hurts so bad...because no one will ever love you as much as I do.
But I can't be mad. And it's hurting so bad...because no one could ever treat you worse than I do.
You're lying to me saying that she only ****** your **** The anger is festering inside me and it's literally making me sick. I run to the bathroom and I throw up. Because I'm tired of this...and I wish that you would grow up.
Your concerned act is deceiving. I know you'll do it again and you know I'm not leaving. But I don't kick you out because I want you to feel bad. Lay next to me while I silently cry for the rest of the evening.
It hurts so bad and it makes me so mad...because no one will ever love you as much as I do.
But it makes me so sad and I feel so bad....because you don't know all of the things that I do.*
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 7:36 PM UTC
Who are you, that you can palpitate my malcontent heart?
When you pass me in the street I avoid your eyes
For they are too much for my troubled mind
The way your doe eyes and mascara coalesce
and my spirit wanes with wondering thoughts of You and I
Oh blue-eyed seraph, queen of my callow folly
Is your name the password spoken to Saint Peter
When a man is to transcend this eternal struggle
Or are you the devil dressed in down robes
Come to drown me in wanton waves
You seem to have come here on gradient beams from the cosmos
With your platinum locks, alien in texture, encompassing and fine
Do your misdeeds and free my tortured mind
For these enumerations may drain these tortured veins
and leave this poor proletariat passionless once more
Pouting and winsome, your elegance is eternal
When the plants have all turned as blue as your eyes
and the cement golgothas all crumble
When every elephant of the Sahara, withers and dies
and the Cheetahs fall to the ground and mumble
When the skies turn black and curse our love
with the oceans boiling over
When the stars all fall from high above
and the cliffs are brown at Dover
When the Earth splutters and coughs, gasping for fresh water
When God yells obscenities and Jesus has no choice but loiter
When the racing rats stand still and ponder
When the hills all fall, way out yonder
When the noises of the cities are but ghosts on dead air
I shall remember your smile and know I have nothing to fear
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 6:17 PM UTC
O have you heard? -
the standards at the
Faculty of HISStory and Catssics
are slipping;
and its esteem
in the public eye declining
Have you heard?
Why?
Well,
that Faculty’s
got too many cheetahs
That’s why
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 7:32 AM UTC
illusions abound
what's not an illusion?
is all in life an illusion?
is life really nothing
but a man sitting at a computer
typing his existence into existence?
could he type himself into
whatever existence he wanted?
could he dare to type
the thing he feared the most?
the lack of existence?
and whether such a state
was type-ably reachable?
he wouldn't dare
the sentence would elude him
but it would gnaw at his mind
it would sit and wait
and then jump out
and try to be typed
but the man wouldn't let it
like a caged bird
a self-destructive bird
one who literally would vanish
if it flew from the cage
if that bird knew its potential fate
would it still want out?
would the caged bird still sing
if it knew what awaited outside?
not just doom
but complete annihilation
SHOULD the caged bird still sing?
should it accept its fate?
should it reject its fate
and try to escape?
what would the caged bird do?
what should the caged bird do?
and if the caged bird is nothing
but a part of the man
should the man listen
to the caged bird at all?
what about the other thoughts?
the thoughts like cheetahs
sprinting through savannahs
like dolphins
leaping from the sea
like digital aliens
quantum leaping across the universe
more free
than that bird
could ever hope to be
should those thoughts have more say?
or should the caged bird win out?
will the caged bird win out
if it's such a strong willed beast
telling that man to try
to be bold
to type that sentence
into existence
(or non-existence)
just to see what happens
the heart would speed up
man's heart does speed up
the thought would jump forward
man's thought does jump forward
the fingers would begin
a slow deliberate march
across the keys
man's fingers begin to march
the breath catches
the bird sings
the cheetah halts
the dolphin floats
the aliens know
and yet they watch
all stops
all waits
the fingers tapping at the keyboard
now the arena of the whole universe
as the man types
one key at a time
as he's always typed his existence
INTO existence
and wondered
if he could type his existence
OU
Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 5:09 PM UTC
Sometimes, I wish I could fly.
Soar above the endless spacious sky,
Run my fingers along the fluff of the clouds
And look down at the world from above
viewed as nothing more than a speck,
Why did you not create me to be able to fly?
Sometimes, I wish I could climb.
Grapple with the backs of rocky mountain sides,
Touch the tippy tops of sharp, jagged peaks
And shout my accomplishments into the wind
heard as nothing more than a slight breeze,
Why did you not create me to be able to climb so high?
Sometimes, I wish I could swim.
Dive down into the deep, flowing depths,
Plunge myself into a whole new world filled with danger and mystery and beauty
And pour my discoveries into this magnificent and vast sea
becoming nothing more than my swept away dreams,
Why did you not create me to be able to swim so far?
Sometimes, I wish I could run.
Dash into endless forests and over countless hills,
Race alongside cheetahs amid the golden savanna
And let my strong legs carry me to wherever I may go
with nothing more than sot sunlight on my face and stars above my head to light my path,
Why did you not create me to be able to run so fast?
Sometimes, I wish for too many things in life.
That I could be someone or something I'm not.
But I am who I am, you made me this way, God.
A limited and restricted being,
bound to exhaustion and pain and ensnared in materialistic desires.
I hope that one day, I will be able to experience it all,
Free of the way of human life.
Seeing the world the way that wild animals do,
Truly living, like today is their last day. +
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 5:08 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, a dream one week ago:9
when that world came to an end
I saw all the colors in hindsight-eyes bend
cheetahs brush the graves on a pupil in the browns they fade
kisses planted on necks for a goodbye imaginary mates no meet made
stake on the runs
cars jogging in place neon lights with no sun
the packed stuff stumble on frights and screams I can't shut
the hell does it mean when you're choked on fatal without a but
doors abandon left sensations in scare in must
breathes don't do any when opened after this disastrous dust
when the world came to a salty end
a smile in me shattered on no coming backs forever send
-------ravenfeels
May 9, 2021
May 9, 2021 at 1:24 PM UTC
Beats!!!.....mmmh
Beats and weather,
flying from my haters like feathers
The music is so loud
I can't hear you beggers
Click
Why hate fears,am with all my peers
Worst worst worst. Flagitious
Always under me you can never understand me
Up in tha sky,shining like never
My future so bright,"nightmares" a reality
Click... uhuh
Imma knock your head off 'huh' am I a sadist??
Remember me on the stairs
With my eleven tears
Praying wishing hoping for your extinction
If you can't relate,i will finish you with spears
Click....click..huh
Listen up clickers
Am a winner with no wings
A kisser with no lips
a Knight with no armour
When I slice you wide open;I'll leave you for the cheetahs"
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC