Could we all do a poem together? |
[Introduction]
Let us collaborate on a poem. I hope you all would love to add a line or 2 of your own. Once all of us concur that the poem is complete, I shall put together the complete poem at the conclusion of the campire. For any queries, invites, and suggestions please ping me. The tentative title I am suggesting is: Silence is Golden Suggestions/Changes most Welcome. Silence is Golden! Silence is Golden Silver Tongues Spout |
I flee from the Noise And hide in Woods' Shade Where brazen Flute Tones The Air tingling invade |
Sealed with my crystal tear Empty now the steel-grey sky An other silence befalls me Black as decaying tin; oh why |
A delicate little sparo's wing stretch out over my fingers A vision of how delicate life is How small |
The hunter's delight shattered by the fear of his upcoming demise The soiled clothes, the smell of urine, the terror in his eyes. |
What makes man so corrupt, that he would ruin such a calm, such a peace, All for the sport of the hunt, And the victory of taking a creature's heartbeat |
The piercing scream of the wolves Shattered the still calm Gathered in the mist Lay the puzzled hunter's whip |
He stands in wetted pants Pride of the human race Fear of death staining His lustre lorn face The wolves howl Forseeing a cheap meal Him or me; I run for the whip Beasts snapping at my heel |
The Crack of my whip echoes loud in the night, as I held them at bay, they turned to see the beer drinking hunter, who became their new prey. He tries to drop his gun, tries to run, he is no longer having any fun, They drool, hunger is their fuel, they chase after the fool. |
The hunter is now the hunted, nature had taken the reigns, It no longer grovels at the mercy of a gun, for the roles have been switched in the hunting game |
Why is blood such a fancy? Why are the wolves in such a frenzy? The beast roams in our midst Clothing itself in designer garb Awaiting the hunter's final call |
Though who is calling who? Does the hunter call the beast, Or is the huntsman invited To offer flesh at beasts feast? Enamel teeth blickering Chromium guns flickering Warm blood dripping Fearful city flipping |
"A War!" Says Nature, "War!" It has now become war between man and nature. Every animal, every creature, Is tired of man's vile ways, And is rising up, To shut him up, To shout out, and call out, For their rights! "But hark! Why can't we compromise?" says man to nature. Animal may be food to man, And occationally man to animal, But must we play these foolish games? Of gun and teeth, and nail? |
...mirage of dreams The snow covers the footprints of the animal Or is it the man? Does this War have a conclusion? Will they call a truce and co-exist? Will peace reign? When can we bring out the wine and celebrate? ... Shattering the calm of the GOLDEN SILENCE |