By fm wright
From the tiny amoeba made of a single cell,
up to the incredibly massive great blue whale,
and all the myriad of fish that swim under the deep sea:
God meant them to be.
Entering the ark by sevens, and also by pair;
whether they travel upon land, or through the air,
from mammals to all manner of insects, including the flea:
God meant them to be.
Everything that moves, crawls, swims, or is able to fly,
in, or across the earth, the water or the sky,
along with the smallest seed ranging to the mightiest tree:
God meant them to be.
| Author Notes | My feelings against the destruction of this earth; both creatures and plant life. |
By fm wright
Born of E. R. Burroughs' pen;
this hero became a legend.
Begat of man, but raised by apes,
from his notice nothing escapes,
as he swings from tree to tree
sounding call of victory.
With strength and cunning he'll defend
all of his animal friends;
keeping them from poacher's snare,
or a hunter's icy glare.
His jungle cry heard far and wide
as against injustice collides.
Alone, he is without a mate,
until one day, in steps fate;
for Jane into his life came
and his world hasn't been the same.
Working together as a team
they watch over land and stream.
As they labor in unity
love blossoms 'tween he and she.
Still, at first he told her go.
By one act she changed his mind, though.
Finding in her one he could trust.
Someone who was true and just.
Through persistence of his will,
protecting jungle he does still;
keeping the outside world at bay -
his demands to be obeyed,
as he battles ever on
so the jungle will ne'er be gone.
In the trumpet of Tantor,
or that of Numa's mighty roar,
or even Cheetah's chatter hear:
knowing Tarzan's spirit's near.
That spirit in all can be
by seeing jungle through each tree.
| Author Notes | This is a compilation of the many portrayals of Tarzan. though I'm mainly using the one starring Wolf Larson, as I like his characterization best, though I've emitted all the humans, save for Jane, as the others were not created by Burroughs.Also appreciation goes out to Daphne Oberon for use of the beautiful photo. |
By fm wright
In the days that are known as spring
into nests eggs are laid and hatchlings born:
life renewed like the sun arising on a new morn;
while hope again restored it does bring.
In the days that are called summer
young adults from the nests take flight to leave.
As they make their way skyward how their parents must grieve;
all while bees from their hives go a hummer.
In the days that are known as fall;
while the generations all grow older
the world becomes to each, just a little bit colder:
for time upon each of us does call.
In the days that are called winter
sunlight on the roof causes snow to gleam,
and as bitterly cold and wet as it so can seem,
a fire's warmth can't at all be hindered.
Though seasons come and they do go;
for through their passing each of us changes;
while as the years flow on, with them our youth estranges
in exchange for the wisdom that's bestowed.
| Author Notes | This is an older poem of mine. As of yet, haven't done a lot of rewriting on. |
By fm wright
Winter is the season which starts out the new year,
year that begins with resolutions,
resolutions that may soon be broken,
broken without leaving any solutions,
solutions whose course could impact the coming Spring,
Spring, in which life's sublimely renewed,
renewed in both the body and spirit,
spirit that's set towards Summer, with souls imbued,
imbued with a lightness overtaking said souls,
souls that Summer has again set free,
free to embrace whatever Fall shall bring,
bring before these days too, shall quickly flee,
flee before the takeover of Winter's cold chill,
chill which brings a longing to the bones,
bones aching for the coming Springtime,
Springtime, where the wind through the trees never moans.
| Author Notes | Wrote this as I was thinking about what the different seasons mean in my life. |
By fm wright
Noses touch in ritual display,
then with heads skyward, muzzles apart
they have no need of words to convey
the music that is found in their hearts.
If one will only just listen closely one can...
hear their song.
The courtship over, they settle down,
then in a readied den pups are born.
These are tinted in blue, gray or brown:
crying out to their mother in voices forlorn.
In the soft lull of the she wolf's comfort one can...
hear their song.
A true family, there is no doubt:
showing great gentleness to their own;
the young are taught what their role's about,
ever nurtured until they are in fullness grown.
As they join in sweet harmony one can surely...
hear their song.
Taking refuge in the light of day;
sleeping in burrows beneath the ground.
There till the coming darkness they lay:
to emerge from the rocks or trees forming the mound.
As they raise their voices in greetings one can't but...
hear their song.
In open country or forest tall
when the thrill of the hunt is ensued,
and after loping miles their call
lets others know that the prey has been subdued.
This is a time when one simply cannot help but...
hear their song.
When relentlessly pursued by man
they're shot, poisoned or snared in steel traps:
their cries of woe heard across the land;
reverberating like the resounding of taps.
As their singing fades with the night one must strain to...
hear their song.
Badly portrayed in nursery rhymes,
as recalled in certain fairytales;
rather look back upon ancient times,
for Romulus and Remus is a better tale.
As one listens to its message one can only...
hear their song.
Though we're earthly rivals for the land,
their names with ours incorporated;
be one warrior or nobleman:
this for a creature both respected and hated.
If one will listen with an open heart one might...
hear their song.
| Author Notes | I got the information for this poem out of a book on mammals. I have shortened some of the lines to make them fit syllable wise. A thank you to avmurray for his beautiful picture of a collection of wolf statues. |
By fm wright
Winter is now a thing of the past;
for spring has manifested at last,
and summer itself is yet to show
and with it a fiery heat bestow.
So, for now, flowers gaily appear;
bringing 'bout with them days of good cheer.
Trees, at this time, do also bud out
as birds, their nest building go about.
All over the earth joy's unsubdued
for the life that's being renewed;
as the young of nearly every kind
their way into this world they do find.
So, as Chloris whose beauty does flow
from the mountains to the vales below:
the days twixt the vernal equinox
and the summer solstice simply rocks.
| Author Notes | Chloris is the Greek goddess of spring. Also thanks to Sierra Treasures for use of the artwork. |
By fm wright
Leaves
turning
earthly hues
dancing downward
as icey cold winds
escourting autumn in;
thus bidding valediction
to summer's sweltering embrace.
| Author Notes | Appreciation goes out to VMarguarite for the use of "The Colors of Autumn." |
By fm wright
Wolves
whose howls in the night
can evoke terror
thus giving rise to legends and myths
| Author Notes | a 1-5-5-9 syllable based poem on one of my favorite subjects. My thanks goes out to avmurray for the use of his artwork. |
By fm wright
When a pack of wolves
join together in chorus
listen to their song.
| Author Notes | This idea came from a longer piece of poetry currently in the works. |
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