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There once was a snake with no feet,
Who only ate barbecued meat,
He detested fresh rats,
And was covered in tatts,
The toughest Pseudechis you'll meet.
 
Shed

Gauntly wreathed in drying writhe
beside the hole behind the door
opaquely dull transparency
armless caricature

Whisperings of innocence
mutely left behind
cast-off husk of emptiness
host no longer blind

In winters sun colours run
bejewelled bedecked in fear
shining apparition glides
to quietly disappear
..
.
 
LOL, we've got some hidden talent here !

I might have to go on holiday at judging time, this isn't going to be easy !
 
Shed

Gauntly wreathed in drying writhe
beside the hole behind the door
opaquely dull transparency
armless caricature

Whisperings of innocence
mutely left behind
cast-off husk of emptiness
host no longer blind

In winters sun colours run
bejewelled bedecked in fear
shining apparition glides
to quietly disappear
..
.

Beautifully written Longqi
 
The snakes are coming out on dark
for thigmothermic basking.
On warmed surfaces they park
and do it without asking.
A rock or road is all the same
if warming's what your wanting,
but a car can kill you like a toad
so careful where you're flaunting.
All snakes should take a lot more care
when they lay on pavements flat
as there are many cars out there
and they can make you splat.
 
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The Tiger Snake
The tiger snake, who lives down under,
can't hear birdsong, frogs or thunder,
she can't blink, and she can't talk,
she can't fly, and she can't walk.
But nonetheless this wondrous beast
can make a rat into a feast,
as well as frogs and birds and fishes,
and lizards also if she wishes.
As she can slither, she can climb,
and even swim in summer time.
With neither hand or foot or paw,
with neither fin, nor fur or claw,
this snake will search for smaller prey,
on any warm or sunny day.
Her long forked tongue is like a brush,
to taste the air. There is no rush,
the patient snake's an expert tracker,
but wary that things might attack her.
She's careful, quiet, alert and steady,
and she is always at the ready
for friend or foe around the corner
her sense of taste and smell should warn her.
Snakes have backbone, heart and spleen,
intestines, stomach, eyes so keen,
they're fragile, frightened, careful creatures,
but Tiger snakes have other features
which people talk about with dread-
the venom glands within her head.
Her venom is for killing prey,
quickly, lest it runs away
or even worse, with well placed bite
removes her eye- and sense of sight.
Although with venom she can kill
If she can hide from man, she will,
With Man she wouldn’t seek out strife
He isn’t worth the risk to life.
He's more to fear (and I'm not joking)
from poor diet and passive smoking.
 
Serpentine Poetry Competition

This talent pool is like a lake
with folks all rhyming on their snake
python, tiger, black or brown
some poetry is going down!
They source their words from near and far
to try to score a calendar
so they can tell the days and dates
and show the thing off to their mates.
And proudly support APS
an acronym for- who could guess?
A forum where the friend of snake
can type all night- if they're awake.. zzzz
 
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I live a life in a tangled web
With secrets left to untold.
I keep them away from all to see
With key and SERPENT that's told.
To keep the palaces gates shut tight
Keep the Unicorn inside.
Keep it away from all to see
As I run away to hide.

(Not about snakes but has one in it. Hope that's ok. If not ill write another)
 
The Tiger Snake
The tiger snake, who lives down under,
can't hear birdsong, frogs or thunder,
she can't blink, and she can't talk,
she can't fly, and she can't walk.
But nonetheless this wondrous beast
can make a rat into a feast,
as well as frogs and birds and fishes,
and lizards also if she wishes.
As she can slither, she can climb,
and even swim in summer time.
With neither hand or foot or paw,
with neither fin, nor fur or claw,
this snake will search for smaller prey,
on any warm or sunny day.
Her long forked tongue is like a brush,
to taste the air. There is no rush,
the patient snake's an expert tracker,
but wary that things might attack her.
She's careful, quiet, alert and steady,
and she is always at the ready
for friend or foe around the corner
her sense of taste and smell should warn her.
Snakes have backbone, heart and spleen,
intestines, stomach, eyes so keen,
they're fragile, frightened, careful creatures,
but Tiger snakes have other features
which people talk about with dread-
the venom glands within her head.
Her venom is for killing prey,
quickly, lest it runs away
or even worse, with well placed bite
removes her eye- and sense of sight.
Although with venom she can kill
If she can hide from man, she will,
With Man she wouldn’t seek out strife
He isn’t worth the risk to life.
He's more to fear (and I'm not joking)
from poor diet and passive smoking.

This is brilliant, love it!
 
Great submissions so far, who knew of all the hidden talent!

It was brought to my attention that I may have had a little oversight when stating poems only about snakes considering the variety of reptiles kept by members. In light of that, lets expand it so poem submissions can cover all variety of reptiles and amphibians in Australia :)
 
I agree! There's some great poems coming in. 8)
I'm inspired to pen a few lines myself now.
 
The Tiger Snake
The tiger snake, who lives down under,
can't hear birdsong, frogs or thunder,
she can't blink, and she can't talk,
she can't fly, and she can't walk.
But nonetheless this wondrous beast
can make a rat into a feast,
as well as frogs and birds and fishes,
and lizards also if she wishes.
As she can slither, she can climb,
and even swim in summer time.
With neither hand or foot or paw,
with neither fin, nor fur or claw,
this snake will search for smaller prey,
on any warm or sunny day.
Her long forked tongue is like a brush,
to taste the air. There is no rush,
the patient snake's an expert tracker,
but wary that things might attack her.
She's careful, quiet, alert and steady,
and she is always at the ready
for friend or foe around the corner
her sense of taste and smell should warn her.
Snakes have backbone, heart and spleen,
intestines, stomach, eyes so keen,
they're fragile, frightened, careful creatures,
but Tiger snakes have other features
which people talk about with dread-
the venom glands within her head.
Her venom is for killing prey,
quickly, lest it runs away
or even worse, with well placed bite
removes her eye- and sense of sight.
Although with venom she can kill
If she can hide from man, she will,
With Man she wouldn’t seek out strife
He isn’t worth the risk to life.
He's more to fear (and I'm not joking)
from poor diet and passive smoking.

That is so beautiful! I have printed it out for my wall! Amazing choice of words and by using "she" people are more sympathetic.
 
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Muntharr

I saw that you noticed me,
at least what you imagined me to be.
You spied a glance,
then shying behind a hair fern,
peeking, as you chanced small steps in my direction.
Quietly. Softly.
Detection avoidance masks your intention,
and carries you towards me.

Ever so close to me now, you are,
and your shadow now melted into the moonless night.
Your presence is barely noticeable but for the starlight,
as is mine.
You can see me clearly, almost upon on my very being,
Cloaked in darkness.

But I can taste you,
even from my lair here beneath,
as summer breeze flows over me,
scattering as it does, the sunburnt leaves surrounding us.

All is well, as you estimate me, your prey.
It is almost over, done.
Your feed to become my destiny, my forever loss.
Small grub that I am, emerging from the soil.

With one sudden explosive movement,
It is now all over.
A once enlightened body, lies limp.
Even one last breath is now too cumbersome,
And it seeps feebly from within,
never more to be.

You will now never know, nor tell a soul,
that the path you secreted down,
was in fact my own.
And the earth you trod upon was actually me.
Together we pounced.
But my tail, your meal,
disappeared before you.
And the ground beneath you fell.
My true self fully revealed before you,
and fangs deeply sunk within your skin.

I am Muntharr, night prowler.
Predator king of the starlit night.


*Muntharr = Death Adder in the traditional Kamilaroi / Gamilaraay Australian Aboriginal language from Northern NSW, including areas such as Moree, Tabulam, Tenterfield, and Casino. Where I used to eat turtles and Echidna with the locals by the river.
 
I suck a poetry but this was a fun little project I got an A for this one last year.....hope it is good enough! Gundeman is going to win...just saying! :)
I didn't add all the python species....sorry!

Australian Pythons


Spotted Pythons are oh so cute
Children Pythons what a beaut
Olives are sleek and brown
The Jungle wears a beauty crown
GTP’s are a gorgeous green
The Pygmy python is the smallest ever seen
Darwins are beautiful (albino or not)
A Woma’s colours are fiery hot
Diamonds are a girls’ best friend
Bredli’s set a worthy trend
Waters have amazing sheen
Murray Darlings are a grey dream
Roughies are a dulled out red
Check out the BHP’s awesome head
Scrubs are the largest out there
The gorgeous Stimmie will make you stare
So no matter if they are big or small
Our Aussie Pythons have it all!
 
Disqualified.......For being too good.

Disclaimer, I have no right to disqualify based purely on jealousy.

The Tiger Snake
The tiger snake, who lives down under,
can't hear birdsong, frogs or thunder,
she can't blink, and she can't talk,
she can't fly, and she can't walk.
But nonetheless this wondrous beast
can make a rat into a feast,
as well as frogs and birds and fishes,
and lizards also if she wishes.
As she can slither, she can climb,
and even swim in summer time.
With neither hand or foot or paw,
with neither fin, nor fur or claw,
this snake will search for smaller prey,
on any warm or sunny day.
Her long forked tongue is like a brush,
to taste the air. There is no rush,
the patient snake's an expert tracker,
but wary that things might attack her.
She's careful, quiet, alert and steady,
and she is always at the ready
for friend or foe around the corner
her sense of taste and smell should warn her.
Snakes have backbone, heart and spleen,
intestines, stomach, eyes so keen,
they're fragile, frightened, careful creatures,
but Tiger snakes have other features
which people talk about with dread-
the venom glands within her head.
Her venom is for killing prey,
quickly, lest it runs away
or even worse, with well placed bite
removes her eye- and sense of sight.
Although with venom she can kill
If she can hide from man, she will,
With Man she wouldn’t seek out strife
He isn’t worth the risk to life.
He's more to fear (and I'm not joking)
from poor diet and passive smoking.
 
Chondro

so delicately beautiful
love and hate combining
so intricately wonderful
miracle entwining
in fashioning a taste of fear
from reasoning so never clear
in fashioning
in fashioning
terrors lies in tainted air

so delicately beautiful
a whisper in the wind
so wonderfully sensual
proving Eve has sinned
Eden waited lust created
horror that has not abated
Eden waited
Eden waited
demon smiling well elated

so delicately beautiful
touch of tongue a kiss
natures gifts so bountiful
in ignorance is bliss
complexity not enmity
in offering tranquility
complexity
complexity
in shimmering simplicity
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Seeing as the scope has been broadened..
Goanna on the Tablelands Hwy.
The Barkly stretches gold to blue
no mountains nor trees disturb the view
And I tapped my fingers in time to a song
heading North, black road long.
The tussock grasses and black soil plains
are littered with bones and vehicle remains
and to the few travellers through this place
are only so much empty space.
But I searched the plains with a hunters eye
And I saw the pointed head held high
Scaly confidence watched the road,
Confidence lost when my vehicle slowed.
Goanna; power, scaly, bright
was ready to run, prepared to fight.
I chose my lens and crouched down low
He stood his ground, he knew I’d go.
That eye with golden iris spark
knew and loved this country stark
that probing tongue, those sharpened claws
complemented savage jaws.
This predator was clearly old
wisdom in that eye of gold.
We stood our ground, I got my shot,
Beneath the sun so bright and hot,
the lizard watched me, quiet, alert,
The sweat was trickling through my shirt.
Two such different beasts were we
standing in infinity.
I left the lizard on the plain,
and started driving North again.
 
Beautiful serpent i will fight your cause,
No pattern man made, as beautiful as yours.
Ready to ambush in the trees so tall
Beautiful serpent i will fight your cause,

No denying beauty but many want you culled,
They see your way of life as cold
The irony in that, so uneducated.
Your safe with me now, your needs are catered.
Getting big now but more graceful then ever,
A price on your beauty in the form of a leather...

So clinical and precise but we understand
Please try to look at our master plan,
Its for the best that you are protected by man,

So clinical and precise but we understand .....
 
These are phenomenal guys and gals. Well done, seriously.
 
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