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Furtopia Poetry Contest!
bensf:
Transmorphs
Hoping to fit in,
Rememberences to past,
knowing desires.
Bear Paw:
Ok work in progress on my addition Is it ok too enter a couple and not just one main one I have I think about 3 If that's OK ?.
Chaz_wolf:
Enter as may poems as you like Bear Paw.
Anyone can enter, this is open to all
Chaz
Sumarra:
I dug up another of my old writtings and laughed when I read it. This is back when I was in a website competition called The Site Wars. I was on the Darksbane Dragons team with my site, Purrrring_Dragon's Lair, and we had a message board to post roars/shouts of team spirit. Then there came a time when some teams got mischieviously competetive on the board. This was my reply to one from The Bunnies team.
*dances cheerleader style with pom-poms as she chants* <giggle!>
Razor Retribution!
Something's different, not the same.
Us dragons woke to find a change.
DaEvil Bunny and his gangs,
Have gone and stole our precious fangs!
Rage and shock have rocked the lairs,
To find those sneaky rabbits and hares,
Have dared to tamper with our teeth.
Perhaps they need to learn our heat!
Some may think it's time to stew,
A furry cottontail or two.
Some may think that we should bite,
But that would just not be right.
Dragons! Dragons! Gather Now!
The time to battle is nigh.
We cannot, will not, ever allow,
This crime to slip on by.
DaEvilBunny and his crew,
Will learn to keep their paws,
Hopping fast as they can do,
Away from dragon claws.
When next he thinks to try to slip,
Into our private homes.
A small reminder I will clip,
Upon his furry nose.
The Dragons will not hold a pose,
While Bunnies loft a prize.
We'll use our voice like a hose,
To wash off his disguise.
Then like the fiend he really is,
The crowds will see him bare.
The truth of him, we see tis,
A rat beneath the hare.
Exit our peaceful homes!
Leave and don't come back!
We'll beat them in the lofty Domes,
And never pause attack.
We'll bellow smoke and firey soot.
And show a nasty face.
With voices raised we'll gladly put,
The bunnies in their place.
So get up Dragons! Show your stuff!
We'll Dance and sing 'till late.
With our noise, our huff and puff,
We'll keep the bunnies awake.
Then as they drift and fall asleep,
A clipper shall arise,
To clip those cottontails and keep,
Them as a fuzzy prize.
Dexter, you know, the fox:
One of my first efforts at furry poetry. Not my best, but likely the most real.
Beast behind the glass
Sharpened claws and searching eyes
Trap me through the glass
A sidelong glance was all it took
To freeze me as I passed
A frightened fox cowers in
The trap with jaws of steel
The maw of death, the blood of life
The strike to an even keel
I lock the eyes of this creature wild
And know they are my own
In forest green and river mild
I sniff and find my home
And still I stare into these eyes
As I have done before
Searching my reflection
In eyes that me explore
Who am I you untamed thing
And what blood do we share
How are man and beast so bound
With shackles made of air
It smiles softly as a friend
And I smile back
It welcomes me to come with him
And run among the pack
The grass, the earth, the sun and stars
The footfalls in the breeze
They call to me, but my heart
Is scared to leave the trees
I slowly turn and leave him there
With a deft deflection
And think about the things I saw
In my own reflection
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