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Old Blind Mare
The other horses fought and mingled
But the old blind mare stood alone
Cautiously she moved, listening, feeling, and using different senses in place of sight
Somehow she avoided everyone else's raucous play
and only when masters` voice was heard did she dare get close to anyone
Her swayed back and blank unmoving eyes
showing what used to be youth.
I feel her probing my soul inside, and I shudder.
For she sees my hidden secrets and fears.
The old blind mare stands alone.
But the old blind mare stood alone
Cautiously she moved, listening, feeling, and using different senses in place of sight
Somehow she avoided everyone else's raucous play
and only when masters` voice was heard did she dare get close to anyone
Her swayed back and blank unmoving eyes
showing what used to be youth.
I feel her probing my soul inside, and I shudder.
For she sees my hidden secrets and fears.
The old blind mare stands alone.
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:
Written 10-22-00. A friend of mine owns...well, when this was written about 10-15 horses and one really stood out in my mind. She was a blind Saddlebred mare in her 20`s and she was never with the rest of the herd, but when I was there I swear she was looking right at me and knew things about me that I didn`t even know.
The Black Wolf
Have you ever seen a Black Wolf?
Head held high out of confidence.
Confidence in himself.
Confidence in his heart,
in his mind.
A Black Wolf strays away from the pack.
He does what he does and goes where ever he pleases.
Forever perish the thought of what others think.
A Black Wolf gets frustrated
A Black Wolf gets restless.
A Black Wolf must do what he is good at
Otherwise he would not be a Black Wolf
A Black Wolf takes care of his own,
and until he is capable of doing so
A Black Wolf is invisible
A Black Wolf is alone and contemplates his end
in the depths of the darkness.
A Black Wolf is flawed but breeds perfection
Have you ever seen a Black Wolf?
Indescribable, untamable, restless, tired, cold and
his only source of heat comes from his rage.
Now you have.
The Black Wolf demands respect. But receives none.
The Black Wolf is not evil.
The Black Wolf is just honest with himself.
The Black Wolf is endangered. There are none like him.
The Black Wolf bleeds from the inside out and no one ever
heals his wounds.
The Black Wolf is deceived, betrayed, and plotted against.
No one wants to hear the Black Wolf's truth.
In the still of the moonlit, forest night.
Catch your breath and bend your knees.
If you ever seriously betray the Black Wolf
with absolute malice in your heart.
The Black Wolf will seek you out.
The Black Wolf will watch you and then
The Black Wolf will destroy you.
So is fate of those who wish to chose
The path of the Black Wolf- Loneliness,
emptiness, poverty, power, wisdom,
righteousness and short influence before
The Fear of the truth captures them, and
decide to betray you.
Head held high out of confidence.
Confidence in himself.
Confidence in his heart,
in his mind.
A Black Wolf strays away from the pack.
He does what he does and goes where ever he pleases.
Forever perish the thought of what others think.
A Black Wolf gets frustrated
A Black Wolf gets restless.
A Black Wolf must do what he is good at
Otherwise he would not be a Black Wolf
A Black Wolf takes care of his own,
and until he is capable of doing so
A Black Wolf is invisible
A Black Wolf is alone and contemplates his end
in the depths of the darkness.
A Black Wolf is flawed but breeds perfection
Have you ever seen a Black Wolf?
Indescribable, untamable, restless, tired, cold and
his only source of heat comes from his rage.
Now you have.
The Black Wolf demands respect. But receives none.
The Black Wolf is not evil.
The Black Wolf is just honest with himself.
The Black Wolf is endangered. There are none like him.
The Black Wolf bleeds from the inside out and no one ever
heals his wounds.
The Black Wolf is deceived, betrayed, and plotted against.
No one wants to hear the Black Wolf's truth.
In the still of the moonlit, forest night.
Catch your breath and bend your knees.
If you ever seriously betray the Black Wolf
with absolute malice in your heart.
The Black Wolf will seek you out.
The Black Wolf will watch you and then
The Black Wolf will destroy you.
So is fate of those who wish to chose
The path of the Black Wolf- Loneliness,
emptiness, poverty, power, wisdom,
righteousness and short influence before
The Fear of the truth captures them, and
decide to betray you.
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
This poem was given to me by a very old friend of mine that is no more by my side, but I keep this with me always because he made it for me and it is of him, my guardian angel, The Black Wolf. Even though it is personal, to me, anyway, I thought some of you may enjoy it. So, enjoy, and comment if you will :)
THE DIVER
how can i dive
into your ocean -
oyster
into your ocean -
oyster
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Posted: Feb 2019
About this poem:
world of alice: walrus and the oysters
Zoopons
Alligator floats, stalking the pond
Bears ignore spectators, they don't even respond
Cougar rubs its face and body, on the side of its cage
Dolphins bring in the crowds, see they're all the rage
Eagles sit proudly, up high in their nest
Foxes yard play, attention arrests
Gibbons swing in tree's, with their whooping sounds
Howler monkeys are chased, from the trees to the ground
Indian Elephants admired, by fans of Ganapati
Jellyfish haunt their tanks, some plain others spotty
Koala's bring "awe", to kids that look on
Lion male wakes from sleep, with a stretch and a yawn
Macaw's of bright colors - red, blue, and green
Newts hide in foliage, trying not to be seen
Otter is acrobatic, playing in the water
Penguins won't come out, summer heat's gotten hotter
Quail peck through their yard, looking for food
Rhino turns his butt to the crowds - oh my goodness, how rude!
Snakes have turned milky, as they shed their skin
Tapir's start to mate - "uh, let's view the next pen"
Uguisu was pretty, 'til it pooped on my back
Vampire bats scare the kids, let's just skip that
Wolves howling inspires some onlookers to howl along
Xantus are so beautiful, I loved hearing their song
Yabby looks delicious - "imagine that on my plate"
Zoo visits are fun, when coupons give discounted rate
© March 12, 2014, L. Karriem
Bears ignore spectators, they don't even respond
Cougar rubs its face and body, on the side of its cage
Dolphins bring in the crowds, see they're all the rage
Eagles sit proudly, up high in their nest
Foxes yard play, attention arrests
Gibbons swing in tree's, with their whooping sounds
Howler monkeys are chased, from the trees to the ground
Indian Elephants admired, by fans of Ganapati
Jellyfish haunt their tanks, some plain others spotty
Koala's bring "awe", to kids that look on
Lion male wakes from sleep, with a stretch and a yawn
Macaw's of bright colors - red, blue, and green
Newts hide in foliage, trying not to be seen
Otter is acrobatic, playing in the water
Penguins won't come out, summer heat's gotten hotter
Quail peck through their yard, looking for food
Rhino turns his butt to the crowds - oh my goodness, how rude!
Snakes have turned milky, as they shed their skin
Tapir's start to mate - "uh, let's view the next pen"
Uguisu was pretty, 'til it pooped on my back
Vampire bats scare the kids, let's just skip that
Wolves howling inspires some onlookers to howl along
Xantus are so beautiful, I loved hearing their song
Yabby looks delicious - "imagine that on my plate"
Zoo visits are fun, when coupons give discounted rate
© March 12, 2014, L. Karriem
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Posted: Jul 2021
About this poem:
I wrote this for a poetry contest back in 2014. I got an honorable mention.This was written in A,B,C style. Each line had to start with the next letter of the alphabet until you have A all the way through Z
She fled for her Life
She Fled for her Life
She was running for her life
feeling his hot breath and his
clutching at her clothes. Crashing
through the trees and thick undergrowth.
Stumbling, still feeling him getting closer
She gave a muffled scream as tumbling over
and over she fell down a steep embankment.
Lying there dazed a tongue started to wash
her face. Opening her eyes she realised that
her pursuer was a friendly boxer who thought
she was playing, never realising he had nearly
scared her to death as he grabbed her clothes.
thankfully she threw her arms around his neck.
Completely lost, she said, you will have to find
the way to her new friend, swiftly he led her back
to the road and sat by her car. Looking closely
she could see he was a stray and let him into
her car. So all turned out well for both.
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton
She was running for her life
feeling his hot breath and his
clutching at her clothes. Crashing
through the trees and thick undergrowth.
Stumbling, still feeling him getting closer
She gave a muffled scream as tumbling over
and over she fell down a steep embankment.
Lying there dazed a tongue started to wash
her face. Opening her eyes she realised that
her pursuer was a friendly boxer who thought
she was playing, never realising he had nearly
scared her to death as he grabbed her clothes.
thankfully she threw her arms around his neck.
Completely lost, she said, you will have to find
the way to her new friend, swiftly he led her back
to the road and sat by her car. Looking closely
she could see he was a stray and let him into
her car. So all turned out well for both.
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton
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Posted: Jan 2017
About this poem:
This is a poem with a twist in it
My Sweetie Pie.
She glares at me with warm brown eyes;
Her posture, firm and unyielding.
I glance from my laptop to her face,
And she sighs, impatiently…still waiting.
I think I know what she wants;
But is it time? No, not yet.
I glance upward at my clock.
So what does she want me to get?
She changes her posture and lays down on the bed;
She rests a front paw on my wrist.
She’s annoyed with me now and makes a low growl,
In hopes that I’ll get the gist.
I’m not very good at reading dog signs,
So I have to guess at her need.
It’s either she’s bored and wants to play catch,
Or maybe it’s time for her feed.
How would I live without her in my life;
And how did I manage before?
She lights up my days and keeps me in tune,
She’s my life-saver for sure.
Few things I have with me can give my life joy,
Like the joy she inspires in me.
Sweetie’s well-named; she’s a ‘sweet-tempered’ soul,
And a gift that keeps giving sweetly.
Her posture, firm and unyielding.
I glance from my laptop to her face,
And she sighs, impatiently…still waiting.
I think I know what she wants;
But is it time? No, not yet.
I glance upward at my clock.
So what does she want me to get?
She changes her posture and lays down on the bed;
She rests a front paw on my wrist.
She’s annoyed with me now and makes a low growl,
In hopes that I’ll get the gist.
I’m not very good at reading dog signs,
So I have to guess at her need.
It’s either she’s bored and wants to play catch,
Or maybe it’s time for her feed.
How would I live without her in my life;
And how did I manage before?
She lights up my days and keeps me in tune,
She’s my life-saver for sure.
Few things I have with me can give my life joy,
Like the joy she inspires in me.
Sweetie’s well-named; she’s a ‘sweet-tempered’ soul,
And a gift that keeps giving sweetly.
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Posted: Aug 2022
About this poem:
My sister and ex-sister-in-law often say that my dog, Sweetie Pie, behaves much like a real person. They describe as being “a whole human”. She amazes us.They`re Just Animals
The beatings continued, on into the night
Stones and bricks
sticks and bats
Laughter rides on the dead hearts` anger
Like the Reaper, they take without remorse
Slaying innocence, murdering love
They steal years of memories, embraces, and treats
They erase the history, between one lover and another
What do they feel when they beat down the innocent?
Pride, justice, honor, or joy?
Or do they feel the guilt and pain that can attack them from inside
When they`re caught, in their heinous crime, the souls follow, to haunt their demons.
It takes years to get through the hardships they gave, never replaceable.
The loving, the compassionate, the teacher, the taught.
And that slanderous voice as they were escorted away, still leaves singes and burns on the hearts of those who remain.
"They were just animals."
Stones and bricks
sticks and bats
Laughter rides on the dead hearts` anger
Like the Reaper, they take without remorse
Slaying innocence, murdering love
They steal years of memories, embraces, and treats
They erase the history, between one lover and another
What do they feel when they beat down the innocent?
Pride, justice, honor, or joy?
Or do they feel the guilt and pain that can attack them from inside
When they`re caught, in their heinous crime, the souls follow, to haunt their demons.
It takes years to get through the hardships they gave, never replaceable.
The loving, the compassionate, the teacher, the taught.
And that slanderous voice as they were escorted away, still leaves singes and burns on the hearts of those who remain.
"They were just animals."
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
Written 12-5-02A look into animal abuse from every angle, and at the human victims left behind to grieve.
Night Wolf
Her dark body unseen in the dark night, red eyes burning with a wild intensity,
the only indication of there being something out there.
The great wind blows fiercely, as if trying to pull out the full moon and let all others know of her presence,
but the moon remains hidden, casting erie shadows among the trees.
Her large paws molding into the ground leaving large indentations in the snow.
Her breath steams into the air, freezing into tiny droplets that hit the ground noiselessly.
No sound emits from her snarled lips, so she can go about the forest without being heard or seen.
Her tail sways back and forth gently.
She has no destination, and came from nowhere.
the only indication of there being something out there.
The great wind blows fiercely, as if trying to pull out the full moon and let all others know of her presence,
but the moon remains hidden, casting erie shadows among the trees.
Her large paws molding into the ground leaving large indentations in the snow.
Her breath steams into the air, freezing into tiny droplets that hit the ground noiselessly.
No sound emits from her snarled lips, so she can go about the forest without being heard or seen.
Her tail sways back and forth gently.
She has no destination, and came from nowhere.
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
Written 3-22-02This one is a look at myself. I saw myself as an invisible entity living in the shadows of earth, able to come and go as I please. But also knowing I was still trying trying to find out who I was so wasn`t sure what I wanted for my future, nor understanding parts of my past.
Memoires of a Lion
I am the king of kings whose name is still neat.
The strongest one who doesn't know what weakness means.
I am the worthy creature who doesn't eat except meat.
Shame on you human you scandalized the glory of lions.
Shame on you Ozymandias, our body can't be yours.
We, unlike you, are neither greedy nor steel.
Look upon the rules that we respect in wars.
The greediest one of us spends days on one meal.
The rules of our combat were still honorable and fair.
Kill me man, torture, or slay me, but do not disguise in my honour.
The crimes you commit make Gulliver despair.
May the lion-body of Remises leave the evil head and be a runner.
Fortunately, I am still a lion with hairy head.
Who respect the rules that made by the dead.
A poem by Fayez
The strongest one who doesn't know what weakness means.
I am the worthy creature who doesn't eat except meat.
Shame on you human you scandalized the glory of lions.
Shame on you Ozymandias, our body can't be yours.
We, unlike you, are neither greedy nor steel.
Look upon the rules that we respect in wars.
The greediest one of us spends days on one meal.
The rules of our combat were still honorable and fair.
Kill me man, torture, or slay me, but do not disguise in my honour.
The crimes you commit make Gulliver despair.
May the lion-body of Remises leave the evil head and be a runner.
Fortunately, I am still a lion with hairy head.
Who respect the rules that made by the dead.
A poem by Fayez
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Posted: Jun 2009
About this poem:
I wrote this poem when I was studying at Bethlehem University. I wrote when the war of Iraq had broken out. I felt sad for people who die everyday and found that Lions are good creatures that follow rules, don't lie and....Cats
Cats are furry
Which are always in a hurry
They have good eyesight
Even in the dark light
Cats are quick to see
Like a bumblebee
Cats can land on their feet
Which is hard to beat
Which are always in a hurry
They have good eyesight
Even in the dark light
Cats are quick to see
Like a bumblebee
Cats can land on their feet
Which is hard to beat
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Posted: Mar 2010
About this poem:
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