"liger" poems
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A Ring master at the circus tent,
Once told his play mates,
to remove all washable make-ups
from their face; and to watch the
caged animals behind the tent,
The Scene behind the tent:
a strong lion looks so violent,
Embracing a silent tiger,
Sleeping cool so;
Both are in love in love.
Both nurture each other;
Later after months time
Gave birth to a Liger,
An animal born to a
Male lion and a Tigress !
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 12:21 AM UTC
unleash the mind
from the worn workaday bind
jump the groove
leave inhabition behind
for a moment, an hour , a year
let it all unwind
unravel and spool
to lie limpid on the sand
let the physche sojourn
let it be
leave the worry, the regret
and fly the cosmos
or sail the carribean
or better yet
do naught
but unbind the bound
unbide the biden
let loose the liger
and find
sweet freedom
if only to ask directions
to the nearest
imagine-that-atorium.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 6:09 PM UTC
Just call me Fish-Sparrow
from atop ten mountains
the dream king of the fountain
guardian for the Light
I am the hermit hangman
balancing with butterfly wings
The Liger with dragon fire
Dancer of four thousand winds
I am yin to mother yang
the light and shadow's bane
the butcher and the lamb
reclaiming God's tears from Cain...
I am Magus, Gossamer prince
Eye of phoenix slayer of sphinx
Harbinger of goddess / kissed
the one who fell to transcend this
I am the clay you shape
the gift of future days
Buddha's peace / grandfather's tree
the secret sword & way
Fish-Sparrow Dream King
Eye of O, Bane of Ys
Lion whom slayed the serpent sphinx ;
to no one I am nothing
A simple poet for the Beloved
A new day's Spring.
I am tomorrow / her Lion king.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
Confusion
There was a spotty tiger,
he got muddled with a lion.
You won't find him on savannah grass,
nor in the trees in India,
you'll find him in the salad bar,
round the corner shop.
You may find him supping mocha's,
and wearing moccasins to keep his claws inside,
wearing his dark glasses to protect his sight,
he wore his bright pink headphones,
so he seek the beat,
never chased a zebra,
nor ate a wildebeest,
didn't hunt the townsfolk,
it wasn't in his style,
instead,
once a year in winter time,
he'd go off on holiday,
go flying down the piste.
Woo hoo!
There he goes again,
that trendy tigon,
liger?
Zooming past upon his skis.
(C) Livvi
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 1:38 AM UTC
There once was a time
Where you could drive
Over anything
At anytime
Then stood 5 guys
With their trucks
And all they had to do
Was run over the most bucks
As the race started
All the trucks farted.
Then they drove
Right into the grove
Yelling "Hillbilly Killtime!"
It was all wierd
Yet crazy fun
Until a guy drove
Right into dung
And there he was
A sitting duck
Stuck in his truck
With nothin but some beer
So while he sat
In his truck
That was stuck.
He drunk his beer
While he can watch and hear
His brother chasing a deer,
Eventually doin a cartwheel.
But then his truck
Did a twirlie
So he died
Without a feeling
The guy in his truck
Watched his brother die,
Then,
Without a deer
He took another sip of beer!
Then he watched his friend Liger
Getting chased by a tiger
Eventually getting eaten.
Then came Steven,
The quiet one,
Who died quickly
By a lion
Then there was Bill
Who just got killed
By blowin up his truck
Doin a dunk
Last came Jerry,
As light as a fairy,
Who got his **** kicked and killed
By a deer named Berry.
Back to the guy
Stuck in his truck.
He just found out
What saved his buck.
It was the thing that got him stuck.
Who could think
A piece of stink
Just saved your ****
Then he found out
That his truck
Didn't get stuck
On a piece of crap.
He actually landed
On the railroad tracks!
He heard the choo-choo
And knew he was *******
The beer was gone,
So that left one thing to do.
So then he pulled out
A MOUNTAIN DEW!
Then he died.
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 3:17 PM UTC
Theres a tired tiger
And a lyin liger
The lion liked her
But her pride dispised her
The panther preys for her hungers sake
And the vultures try for the tigers take
But as fate would have it
As is her habit
The earth reaches right back around to grab it
But no before death can stab it
From dirt to flesh that we carry on our skeletons
To carrion to dust and back
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
I hope that i can turn back the time where i can see your face
the only Girl that never had a chance cause I'm oblivious to my ways
I don't know whats wrong,
My heart is like the Sun's rays Giving off light but when the clouds come i hide my Love but i need somebody in the frame watching my brothers grow up is I'll See and like the Sea I'm need of a drift someone that can keep my head up..
"Can We ...we keep keep each other company? oh company.
a Justin bieber song feel heavy in this nice weather
what if i sell my soul then i won't have a leg to stand on I'll be having millions to walk on i believe thats why I'm still alone.
So peaceful yet So alone
So Me yet I don't know
So simple yet complicated all I want is for someone to walk with in the mall
how many men do you know work for them self?
On a Island but i rather be Home
A Liger with all my desires but my heart is like the Pacific
Watch how i smile at the Birds I wonder sometimes if that was you sending me Messages where ever you are I captured your birds just to see if would visit.
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
Tame the tongue, but it’s difficult to tame what is sung
Why’s it so hard to tame the tongue of the things I don’t want?
‘Cause it’s sung by a liger, half the liar, half the pride
I’ve tried to raise him right, but something’s on the other side
Tugging at his leash, and I begin to lose my peace
You probably don’t even know what that is!
Only if you’re a nerd, that’s right
Is it fantasy or is it reality? Either way, it’s half of me
So how can I tame it, if I don’t even know what its name is?
See, Liger is just something to take pride in, to hide in, to get high by
I’m trying to put down the gun, but there’s something he wants
It’s like my mind is speaking in tongues
Of things incapable of being sung
What do you want?
What do you want?!
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 8:50 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
At one point in time , I was apart of you.
I replaced my soul with a pile of wool.
Covered all over me, no you were a distant memory.
I wish i could stare down at that lake again and wonder.
I was a,
Teenage **** up, a social pariah,
I was a,
Force to be reckoned, and sensual liar,
I was a,
Little boy to you when you were a woman,
I had no,
Time to be around a girl calling me her man,
See I had,
So much nervousness, I could barely breathe,
There was too,
Much in this world to endure for me,
I ain't no,
Scared little kitten, I'm too much of a Liger,
There is no,
Time nowadays to change the past , inspire.
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 12:20 AM UTC
time drips out my eye and slits knots and crosses on my cheeks of the days I have left here on this ground.
air ***** seconds out of my pores mirrors the way honeysuckle spills oudor over the pavements
life evolves around my mind because we know no better and lead to believe we stand alone in this head because you never feel sufficient healing from another body.
there wont be anyone to hold your balance over the hill when the wind speeds through the strands of black which you believe now cover your weak.
there will be no one to tell you you are enough because no one can gather the small linings of this complex mind which layers the life you live.
there is no one to hear you wail in the night as others liger under echoes of LED tones over open windows which stare below onto ghostly pavements.
no one to touch you like you would because you are overdressed and your skin won't be torn open by any other broken hands. feeble hands.
no one to tell you the names of the buildings you study upon you because its no one's concern where you spend your 4pm Sunday on a metal bench parched over the blurred skyline.
people surround you but you are so selfishly blind that you forget they exist.
you will never awake from this elusive state of mind until the reality of life shakes you to stone then you melt into the sheets and forget what daylight feels like on your damp head.
the bench will stay empty and those behind you too one day will disperse into the gravel
your mark has been made here and you life here in this life that you had seen in your visions
don't know how to feel how to speak how to look or how to behave because who are all these people anyway
don't show weakness because your ego is the only thing keeping you strong, hee, present.
and you are one in this world that pans out to illustrate the movie you have thought you are dreaming.
Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 6:39 PM UTC