"poachers" poems
If I were ever to chance upon, a real life Genie
and being ever so kind, he granted me wishes freely
I wouldn't waste any time, and ask him quite loudly
'Give me a Flying Carpet, and make the sky cloudy!'
Astride my bed with wings, I would swiftly reach the sky
and dive through the clouds like through butter a hot knife
feeling the wind in my hair, laughing with unbridled glee
as a soaring eagle feels in the air, light, and free
Next I'd become a Lion, to roar and roam the jungles deep
Growling and tearing into poachers, and savoring the meat
I would rule all the mighty creatures, as their rightful king
and all the forest's denizens would my praises sing
Soon after I would ask for a ship, and a crew of souls brave
I would visit all lands afar, upon my Master of waves
without a single glance behind and not a spot of bother
I would see and feel and taste all the world has to offer
From above I'd go beneath, diving as a blue whale
The murky depths of the oceans whistling past my tail
All the wondrous sea dwellers, and all the buried wonders
would become a part of my enchanting under sea tale
Last of all I'd ask the genie, to build with his hand
a nation built for all the poor orphans of every land
where they eat and drink and make much merriment
and also study, play, and sleep with gladness in them
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 3:08 AM UTC
there was a little badger a lovely little soul
his favourite thing of all was take his daily stroll
he would walk for miles every single day
strolling through the woods to pass the time away.
oneday on his travels he heard a little yell
where the sound was coming from he couldnt really tell
he moved a little closer to see what it could be
there he saw an hedgehog trying to break free.
hedgehog he was stuck the poor little chap
he became entangled in a poachers trap
caught up a net very stuck was he
badger said dont worry i will set you free.
he began to chew. through the trap that had been laid.
chewing through the net till a hole was made
hedgehog he was free and was stuck no more
and strolled of with badger along the forest floor
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 6:09 PM UTC
From the Sikhote Alin Mountain,
I gaze at my world coming to an end.
I feel the sharp spear
peirce my brother's heart.
Blood trickles from my sister's mouth and
I taste its unwanted metallic zest.
The strench of Amur Basin burning
fills my nostrils, telling me my time
is limited. I pace, awaiting my poachers,
killers stained with the last
essence of my family.
This destruction of my kind hurts my soul,
but I stand to fight in the name of Amur.
As my band of enemies approach,
I summon the inner spirit and my
roar blankets the mountain air.
I feel my ancestors with me and
charge with the force of a thousand
tigers to my certain death.
The final battle begins.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
A pretty blonde researcher
was observing, from a “blind”,
some Silverback Gorillas-
among the final of their kind.
The senior of the silverbacks,
his back turned towards the” blind”,
was communicating with his troop
with gestures much like sign.
“She who is observing us
is a member of that tribe
who fell from grace with Heaven
and was banished far and wide.”
“They were banished from this Eden,
and confounded in their speech.
They then made war upon each other
and have never once known peace”
“Observe, in them, their arrogance,
they think themselves evolved,
Yet they are apes that practice war
and ****** their own kind”
“A gorilla child knows not but love
and tenderness in kind.
Where there is many a human child
left neglected on the vine.”
From elsewhere in the Jungle came
the shouts of evil men.
Poachers of the coarsest sort
with Silverbacks in mind.
“Disperse my sons and daughters.
It’s time to flee and hide
from those who seek our hides and meat
to sanctuary, hie.”
The silverback then beat his chest
and, to buy the others time,
charged against those evil men
and, for his children, died.
Time passed before the searchers
came upon the blind
where the murdered Dian Fossey lay
where the Silverback had died.
Poachers want no witnesses
to their theft of meat and hide
They left with her the severed hands
of one not kin but kind.
Mar 18, 2012
Mar 18, 2012 at 6:00 PM UTC
the snow leopard he his lovely such a sight to see
he used to have a life that was wild and free
then the poachers came on a killing spree
now theres not as many as there used to be.
cutting numbers down killing for there hide
now there life of freedom suddenly denied
now they face ecstinction soon there will be none
we must try to save the before they all are gone.
it is such a sin to see them fade away
we should try to save them and let the leopard stay
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC
Sociopathic spiritualist
Confused by this?
Ya gettin' the jist
Years in a green mist
Gorilla ****** at the sight of poachers hi-viz
Blatant thievery
Gettin' me irate & militant
Conductin' information like a cobalt filament
Hippocracies imminent
If you don't know the deal look at Africa's innocents
The future for a fee
Monitory
Cold as the Chukchi seas
If your wonderin' where they be?
Let go of Albert Square & check your geography
Menace to sobriety
Rudarellis playin' tennis with the moods it's supplyin' me
Preachin' no class As
Hittin' the mirror like the mans buyin' me
Apr 23, 2012
Apr 23, 2012 at 7:27 AM UTC
Dream Catchers, egg hatchers, baby Snatchers, **** wackers, lip smackers, online hackers, ***** slappers, hand clappers, exotic flappers, lazy slackers, suitcase packers, & back stabbers.
Hate & defeated, cheat & feel the heat. Too weak & petite. Tales of hell, wishes on a well, thoughts are things you can't always sell. Sometimes words can be lies liars tell. One day to your death to you fell.
Pass it on. I don't belong. Some people are wrong. Die. I won't cry.
Pakrat hoarders, pro choice aborters, two faced home wreckers, voodoo curses, retired lazy old nurses.
Deaf & Blind, racist & unkind, poor & unemployed. Broke & exploited. Dumb, old, ugly, & fat. ***** stinking rat. Piles & piles of crap.
College professors, real estate investors, coaches, cockaroaches, poachers, perverts & ****** meat eatting caravores. Bums & addicts drunks & fanatics, obsessive compulsive, stalkers too possessive, insane aggressive.
Author Notes :
Partially true, could be your family.
© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved,
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
Before it’s too late before the world becomes extinct,
Before our elephants lions rhinos and animals are gone,
Before the wild land is left alone,
Are we going to fight on their behalf?
Are we going to stand watch and laugh?
Poachers take all that we have,
In our silence all that we have we give,
Money could be blamed for all these events,
Poverty could be the claim in their defense,
But if we are willing we are able to make a difference,
Before it is too late before the world becomes extinct,
The government of Tanzania has taken a stand,
To protect our heritage our motherland,
It is our time as the loyal citizens to join in and send,
Send a message to the Africa and the worlds ends,
That we should stop to pretend that we don’t see the end,
Before it’s too late before the world becomes extinct,
© ISSAI
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 4:12 AM UTC
the elephant is lovely endangered now is he
he cant roam around now no longer is he free
they are under threat from the poaching war
gone now has there freedom that they had before
all they know is danger there lives now in distress
getting killed for nothing leaving just a mess
cutting of there tusks disfiguring there face
leaving them to suffer is nothing but disgrace
such a lovely creature it is such a shame
all the poachers see is money for there game
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC
perched in a thick mess of pine trees
my head rotates three hundred and sixty degrees
scouring for the vermin I make my prey
I own the night time skies
silhouetted against a harvest moon
death is coming in my dreams
and with it comes new life
wisdom of the self
aware of the lies which cover the world in its blanket of grey snow
the owl lives in my skull
The coyote stalking the empty desert highways
looking for roadkill
looking for the weak and alone
I cackle into the dead sterile air
for every pack member lost to poachers
manic laughter for every left turn which results in dead ends
stealthy patient
hungry and haunting
the coyote treads the territory of my atriums and ventricles
The hawk circles in the blinding midday sun
a deadly serrated dagger with wings
arrow let loose from the quiver of the Gods
impossible to tether and domesticate
finding ultimate freedom in the vast openness of the sky
lock on,
tuck the wings,
nose dive deep into the waters of the ****
a creator
a teacher
a messenger of truth
the hawk soars in the infinity of my soul
ID
EGO
SUPEREGO
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 10:29 AM UTC
The flapping of the listeners ears.
Their meddling noses.
Careering through the undergrowth
Thick skinned and worthy of massive respect.
Their ears listen,
But sadly their eyes didn’t see.
The poachers passing by the Baobab tree.
The huge noble beasts.
No-one supposes.
That elephants ever forget.
That’s what the people say.
I guess they forgot the sound of the poachers’ guns.
And they’re probably not scared of mice either.
Mice are pretty nice as well.
© Livvi
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC
Animals, animals
Here and there
I can see them
Everywhere
They are even
In the air
But most people
Do not care
We must stop killing them
For the wrong reasons
Send all poachers
Into a prison
I love animals
Animals love me
Just looking at them
Fills me with glee
Every single animal
Is a beaute
All of them to me
Are very cute
Animals, animals
Everywhere
Love each one of them
That's your dare.
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 6:18 PM UTC
Ready my therapist, ready the tissues
Suicidal jargon and self harm, tenth issue
My tears, the alien plants to my fragile
sanctuary, ******* all the water and smiles,
Are changing to healthy oak trees,
Odd, in Blue Season, trees shrink to weeds,
The rain queen has become a frivolous giver,
And I remember how the cactus use to quiver
because Blue Season meant the Sun’s burning rays,
Well, the cactus isn’t **** anymore! Back to wearing his spiky clothes always.
Industrial air to countryside,
My fauna and flora haven’t died,
Actually they have multiplied,
The poachers, the self harm, hasn’t ambushed,
No, no! They have been seen about
But they’re less and success is a doubt.
Momentary depression, the lethal poison to
my sanctuary, wreckage seems to be subdued.
Jun 11, 2022
Jun 11, 2022 at 6:36 PM UTC
we should save the elephants before they all are gone
the way that things are going soon there will be none
poachers with there guns make them dwindle every day
leaving them to die while they take there tusks away
collecting all there ivory selling over shore
for there need for greed going back for more
it is such a sin to see them die this way
getting less and less every single day
we should try to save them bring them back once more
get rid of all the poachers and there numbers will restore
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 8:59 AM UTC
A student of mine sat on the steps
Clenched, clammy, and bulging with strained strength
Periodically overcome by shadows of pathology
This night he begged for help through gaps of cyclical consciousness
A funeral trail for clarity ambled solemnly to the gymnasium
He was surrounded, and they plotted, and advanced, and he was engulfed
They were upon him like a ****** seeking seed or vulture carrion
He seized on an arched back and suffered under octodemons
On that hard wood floor under dead bulbs that swung like momentous pendulums
My student transformed into a tiger leaking rage from rusty cage
Explained in eloquent detail and prophetic tone his will to ****
Blacking out to full extent
He was amygdala, he was instinct
Battling grown poachers until they stole his fearsome fangs
Clipped his claws, and painted over his stripes with calm
When contained, vicious umbra cat turned tranquil
We sat circular and played lobster ball pass with our toes
And talked about buses to New York
His mother taught him to be a songbird
While the streets moved his feet
Goodnight Archery, we hugged
I wonder how he's
Breathing
Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 8:24 PM UTC
As fierce as they can be,
Tigers hunt to survive.
They only do,
What they have to do.
Did you know,
If pray was in sight,
The tiger wouldn't even attack,
Unless it was hungry for a snack.
Tigers aren't all bad.
Not at all really.
They just find their way,
Trying to live.
There's a food chain,
You can't avoid that fact.
They need to eat meat,
So what can they do,
If they didn't ****
They'd die of course!
Would you be happy then?
Because humans hunt them too.
We don't need them for food.
We don't HAVE to **** them for medicine,
Why do most of them **** tigers?
Only for their skin.
Yes, it is beautiful,
But it's not ours to take.
You shouldn't **** tigers,
Just for their stripes.
They would only **** you,
If they needed food.
Food of which,
Some struggle to find.
It's sad this isn't the only reason,
That most of them die.
Those cruel people,
Set up traps all their habitat.
When trapped,
All is painful.
The more that they struggle,
The tighter it gets.
If they're not dead,
By the time those people come,
They will surely **** them,
And all because they want to be rich.
Tigers need saving.
They need our help now.
They're already endangered,
But they have no good enough reason,
To die right out.
We don't need tiger skin.
Can't anyone see that,
It only looks nice on that tiger?
But no, tigers get killed.
It's not their fault,
That people want their beautiful skin.
They may be running out of food,
Because they're running out of trees.
Without the trees,
They don't have much to hide in.
But the poachers don't help.
In fact the truth is,
They make everything unfairly worse.
So please help them.
Donate to charity.
We can save the tigers,
From the cruelty of today.
At the same time as this,
We could help save the trees.
Without the trees,
There is no jungle.
Without the jungle,
There's no home for tigers.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 8:28 AM UTC
I like people who don't
trust people
Like a locked bathroom door
Protected from their own
Self exposure
But I just want to develop them
in black & white
Sell their silhouettes on the black market
Seeing what they're really worth
These are the people
with lures hanging from their teeth
like wind chimes or dreamcatchers
Bodies of abandoned carnivals
And people become like trespassers
On their unholy grounds
Here to document
the decay
Caress the chipping paint
Hoping for tetanus
They wonder when they became
Archeology
Like the lost part of found
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
the snow leopard he is lovely
though now his life his short
by poachers and the hunters
the leopard he his sort .
hunted for his skin by there cruelty
soon the poor leopard will no longer be
it such a sin to end there lives this way
why cant they go away and let the leopard stay.
give them back there freedom bring them back once more
let them live in peace just like they did before
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 10:11 AM UTC
there’s a madness to the method
just like madness to the **** head
just like sadness when a pets dead
So shaman practice to ***** death
dream up palace for the friends beds
give up hours made to break bread
we’ve a table so we share meds
******* tired, mai oui bed spread
going line by line
with a fine tooth comb
this my time to shine
that’s a spine made moan
ecstatic just like ﻮ๏๔ up on the phone
syncretized to science
split the spine to find it
sip divine in silence
܁܁܁પﻭɦ܁܁܁
sift my mind is chalice
peep my mental palace
be love be never callous
self poison only malice
who’s next up ?
Phil my boy defining finding
fluid flows that’s kinda violent
quiet convos
with sigma shamans
hidden wicked prevented
predicted problems
consciously coming
to all three of the shy
๓ﻉ & ฝﻉ & ฝɦﻉก; ๓ค & ๓ﻉ & Շɦﻉ๓ร
I might get off my ult
while I sip off my colt
best slip off that coat
when you roll with me
Where were going...
its too hot for that ****
Sometimes we the hero
Sometimes we the zero
Sometimes we the feeder
Sometimes we the carry
Sometimes we don carry
way too much up on our shoulders
heavy stacking rolling over boulders
etch away the borders
swaying over voters
reeving up the rotors
drinking with the smokers
hugging all the soldiers
all the loners
better freeze time
so we can compose
the pose for all the posers
oppose the poachers
humans are people
Not supposed to be vultures
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 1:06 PM UTC
elephants getting less they are poachers prey
killing them for ivory then leave them to decay
soon they will be rare the way its going on
thanks to thoughtless killing they will be all gone
killed for just there tusks for there ivory
then there left to die in a killing spree
we must find a way and make the poachers cease
take away there guns leave elephants in peace
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 9:21 AM UTC
1
Why was it that Tarzan
only did one loincloth wear?
answer:
there was no clothes-shop there
2
Do you know Tarzan had a terrible phobia?
if you must know---it lasted for a long while-
a strong swimmer he was but devastated by this condition
as once he was nearly swallowed up by an 8-metre crocodile
3 Bringing home Cheeta the naughty little chimpanzee
was the idea of Jane
who said to Tarzan--we had enough of each other--
without Cheeta we would go insane!
4
Why was it Tarzan and Jane
didn't raise a family?
they were fighting the animal-poachers
all day long--too busy!
5
Of course Tarzan and Jane
lived together in the tree
they needed no beds
but were content and happy
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC
The priestly poachers of belief within
The solitudarianism of times wilderness
Laughing at twilight,
Condemning actions purifying justification
The dark ages of Heaven
Reigning Hell amongst men
The mouth the mother of the spiritual pearl
Attributing demonic accepting
Exhaling death upon believing angels
Periodically living bewildered
Reckoning with love the feeling of caring;
Calling the missing, missing the calling
Within ones self forgetting the reasoning
Watching the rain remembering
Crying, over hallowed graves
Collecting ivory teeth.
ELEETE J MUIR.
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 10:45 AM UTC
Feather tipped tree trunks outside,
Mother bird's gone to bed.
Hatchlings with so many questions,
Poachers for natural insurrection.
Hundred degree heat
Hundred degree heat
Scrambled-Sidewalk-Eggs
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 1:29 AM UTC
what were you doing near my house Coyote?
were the poachers chasing you off?
Did the rumbles of trucks scare you inland?
I have an arroyo as my neighbor
with jack rabbits and snakes
with crickets the size of urban cockroaches
barely any humans
only the ones true to nature walk the rocky trail
but you...
I am confused Mr Coyote
why were you not coming from the arroyo?
You cannot buy food at the Albertsons
and the gas stations dont let you in
The village inn wont serve you
and the campus is sealed by skunks and their ghastly---wind
Fast food makes no sense to you
all your food is fast
so I'm lost in where youre coming from
old friend
the native spirit of my soul
has come once again
Old coyote
As if you had been lost in the residential homes of El Chuco
and simply searching for me.
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC