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Such diverse and unique 10x10s on the theme: "Animal".
First Place:
Dead Kitties Don’t Purr–sounds obvious, right?
I wrote that book with Kismet in my lap
Or cradled in my left arm, or in his cage
Healing a shattered leg: the first cruel clue,
Had anyone known. But what if we had?
He was tiny and black and purred so loud
Even when the big tom pinned him to groom.
He stopped growing early, and then grew weak.
Feline Infectious Peritonitis,
The dry form, took my purring sweet baby.
Two Second Places:
Natasha Troop
The fiend appears silently from its cave.
It taunts me, twitching and then still again.
I crouch down low, eyes wide and unblinking
as I prepare to pounce, to trap, to kill.
My muscles tense, I await its next move.
Time no longer matters (it never does).
I wag my tail once. Twice. The fiend retreats.
I uncoil. Lunge. Loose my claws to capture.
It’s gone again, Concealed under cushions.
Someday soon I will kill my master’s hand.
Pavarti K Tyler
Slither forward just a bit. Closer now.
I feel the heat call me to continue.
Up through the dirt, I venture out alone.
Each muscle works together to move me
further along my chosen path. So Close.
Soft fluttering blades of grass wave me on.
Into the heat I am beckoned by some
unknown drive. Silken dirt changes to hard
bumpy stone. Heat greets me from above and
below. Crawling and Slithering I boil.
Three Third Places:
Liquid glass, shattered, swirling harmony,
streaks of white, pure sin, tears never-ending,
splash of black, tired soul, entwined discord,
a dance, silent and sleek, breaking in waves,
merging, moonlight reflecting, lost, despair,
seeking an opening, tiny fissures,
fractures in space, in time, in illusions
of for now and always and forever
and eternity. And they glide away.
Swans. Mates. Lost in a lagoon. Man made lake.
air cold and sky blue rising fast to meet
the fluttering flight of the late sparrow
tufts of down so soft and white grace her neck
a sacred choker keeping her prisoner
her eyes glitter from streetlights on the path
quickly darting from shadow to shadow
as darkness begins its slow trek to night
haven must be found before wings are clipped
down drifts like snowflakes as hands squeeze her neck
only night witness to her final flight
K Frahm
Don’t Need No Silver Bullet
Its behind me I can sense it’s being.
I have no need to run this time, I’ll wait.
If it wants to rip out my heart, too late.
Another’s surgically removed it.
With the heart, he filleted my sense of self.
Now I can hear the low guttural growl
Its close to my shoulder, so patient, still.
I turn to face the yellow-eyed wolfman.
He’s disappointed my heart is missing.
He shrugs, pads away, and leaves me alone.
Also Entered, Also Awesome:
Donna L. Sadd
An animal took space inside my head.
It would pounce while I was quiet in bed.
Beastly brute subtly created doubt,
bleak feelings that I would be best without.
Foul creature slinked up insidiously,
stealing my courage while snarling at me.
Clawing at the fabric that is my soul,
the monstrous thing almost swallowed me whole.
I quelled this vile villain and brought it death.
Then my spirit awoke to claim its breadth.
Patricia Blomeley-Maddigan
An-i-mal!
Did your Dad watch The Sesame Street Show?
My Dad always watched kid television,
and was entranced by Animal on drums.
My Dad played drums – not like an animal!
Although there were times when the resemblance
was something to be very embarrassed about!
At least in the eyes of sixteen year old.
An-i-mal! An-i-mal! An-i-mal! Wild!
“Dad, please come back inside and watch golf, or
hockey, baseball – closer to MY desire!”
Jay Debruyne
She assailed tonight, his incessant cries
channeled through the air, elaborate pain
her silver sharp tongue, preparing to leave
mother of despair, red showery rain
injecting his skull, tenacious torment
caressing its cells, injury ingest
the taste of his death, the wanting of life
inhaling his smell, the end will confess
she steals his last breath, he holds her last glance
her heart a deep growl, a husband’s last dance
My Dad always watched kid television,
and was entranced by Animal on drums.
My Dad played drums – not like an animal!
Although there were times when the resemblance
was something to be very embarrassed about!
At least in the eyes of sixteen year old.
An-i-mal! An-i-mal! An-i-mal! Wild!
“Dad, please come back inside and watch golf, or
hockey, baseball – closer to MY desire!”
Slinking along the dirty forest floor
I follow the scent of hunger’s relief.
My belly churns knowing satisfaction
is just a few meters away. I stop.
My prey is suspicious. It senses me.
With no time left for subtlety, I leap.
Teeth bared, claws extended, I launch forward.
There’s no time for my prey to escape me.
I am the fury and ferocity
of the forest. My hunger is sated.
Jay Debruyne
She assailed tonight, his incessant cries
channeled through the air, elaborate pain
her silver sharp tongue, preparing to leave
mother of despair, red showery rain
injecting his skull, tenacious torment
caressing its cells, injury ingest
the taste of his death, the wanting of life
inhaling his smell, the end will confess
she steals his last breath, he holds her last glance
her heart a deep growl, a husband’s last dance
Shterni
Terrified of the creature that’s so near,
It’s sly, cold demeanor that hovers – leers.
It’s majestic face that shows no disgrace,
Walking around at a leisurely pace.
A facade of infinite peace within,
A perfect exterior with no sins.
But i know the truth that beneath it lies,
A cheat – unfacable self it denies.
My biggest fear’s the animal that’s near,
it’s here in the mirror where i see him.
Terrified of the creature that’s so near,
It’s sly, cold demeanor that hovers – leers.
It’s majestic face that shows no disgrace,
Walking around at a leisurely pace.
A facade of infinite peace within,
A perfect exterior with no sins.
But i know the truth that beneath it lies,
A cheat – unfacable self it denies.
My biggest fear’s the animal that’s near,
it’s here in the mirror where i see him.
Coral Russell
Black and tan and white and adorable.
Lick, lick I must be a delicious mix.
We have a one-way thermal dynamic
relationship. Tucked into my side, I
stroke her velvety soft ears while working.
Her little paws go pat, pat on my leg.
Liquid brown eyes follow me wherever
I go. Are you going to fill my bowl?
Excited to see me when I get home.
This little dog hates to be left alone.
Coral Russell's Husband
five inches tall and as mean as can be
his victories in battle are just three
he lowers his head and charges his prey
if you don’t move you will not get away
he sits in his cage and makes noise all day
he won’t shut up no matter what you say
roll him out of doors and he’ll play with friends
bring him back in when day comes to an end
he has attitude and a temper see
put that to the side he belongs to me
Jaja Milevska
Who cares what you think? I am jungle king.
I rule. I lead all creatures around me.
Hard work, snoring under acacia tree,
Rolling in the dirt and lying lazy.
I shake my head. Twirl my golden brown mane .
I roar. Big white teeth spark. Show my power.
Mates catch big dinner. I eat first. Best parts.
Cub comes close. I snap. Nothing for you yet.
Meal’s over. We’re all full. Time for dessert.
Go round my harem. Mount them one by one.
Jill
You are lucky that I have ten fingers
I dread this 10 by 10 job that lingers
my creativity is all stopped up
I’m on line four in this 10 by 10 cup
So I sit in a cool cafe today
with two days left to find something to say
Oh my- I have no poetry inside
the empty headed poet wants to hide
but I think I thought enough for today
Ended the poem with nothing to say!
Black and tan and white and adorable.
Lick, lick I must be a delicious mix.
We have a one-way thermal dynamic
relationship. Tucked into my side, I
stroke her velvety soft ears while working.
Her little paws go pat, pat on my leg.
Liquid brown eyes follow me wherever
I go. Are you going to fill my bowl?
Excited to see me when I get home.
This little dog hates to be left alone.
Coral Russell's Husband
five inches tall and as mean as can be
his victories in battle are just three
he lowers his head and charges his prey
if you don’t move you will not get away
he sits in his cage and makes noise all day
he won’t shut up no matter what you say
roll him out of doors and he’ll play with friends
bring him back in when day comes to an end
he has attitude and a temper see
put that to the side he belongs to me
Jaja Milevska
Who cares what you think? I am jungle king.
I rule. I lead all creatures around me.
Hard work, snoring under acacia tree,
Rolling in the dirt and lying lazy.
I shake my head. Twirl my golden brown mane .
I roar. Big white teeth spark. Show my power.
Mates catch big dinner. I eat first. Best parts.
Cub comes close. I snap. Nothing for you yet.
Meal’s over. We’re all full. Time for dessert.
Go round my harem. Mount them one by one.
Jill
You are lucky that I have ten fingers
I dread this 10 by 10 job that lingers
my creativity is all stopped up
I’m on line four in this 10 by 10 cup
So I sit in a cool cafe today
with two days left to find something to say
Oh my- I have no poetry inside
the empty headed poet wants to hide
but I think I thought enough for today
Ended the poem with nothing to say!
And my own, though this does not count as an entry. I've already won the "Cathartes Aura for Life" package.
Wanna Be a Fish
Wanna be a fish. Have a slick fish head.
Spread fish jam on my fish bread. All is good
‘Round my bowl today. If I don’t like it
I’ll swim away. To big and dry out there,
Too many numbers, letters, symbols, sounds.
Rather be a fish. Bubbles for my friends.
Swim loops that won’t end. Shiny treasure chest.
Castle of my own. Plastic kelp full grown.
And if I was a fish, I’d be the best.
Wanna Be a Fish
Wanna be a fish. Have a slick fish head.
Spread fish jam on my fish bread. All is good
‘Round my bowl today. If I don’t like it
I’ll swim away. To big and dry out there,
Too many numbers, letters, symbols, sounds.
Rather be a fish. Bubbles for my friends.
Swim loops that won’t end. Shiny treasure chest.
Castle of my own. Plastic kelp full grown.
And if I was a fish, I’d be the best.
Not bronze. Not silver. I’d be a gold fish.
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