It looked lost and lonely,
Probably searching for its kind,
Will hope aid it to find?
Its home seems to have been invaded.
The tree is bare and naked,
It displays feeble boughs,
It seeks solace from its ambience,
An ailing credence.
They stand beside each other,
The former, the pride of an agile town,
The latter, the bloom of an evolving town,
They stand in the shadows.
The sun sinks before them,
The moon takes the stage,
The former goes in search of a room,
The latter casts its gloom.
September 24, 2023.
Categories:
antelope, animal, nature, tree,
Form: Ekphrasis
Amazingly, Alice assaulted an antelope
Because Bobby’s beavers became bold,
Considering cantilevered canines
Deliberately devastating donor’s doled.
Evelyn entirely excited electric eels
Failing forlornly from forward fencing,
Gaining ground gathering genuine gold
Her happiness heralded high financing.
I indicated initially incapable innocents
Justifying joyous juxtaposition jousting
Keeping kind Kenneth’s kindreds knit
Losing language like legally lost lusting.
Maybe minding manners means more
Neither newness nor novel necessary,
Occasionally opening old occlusions
Promises perfectly positioned pituitary.
Quite questionable quicky quirks
Rage rampantly removing regulations,
Summarily startling some supervisors
Touching their tempermental trepidations.
Until unusual undertakings understood
Veritable vigilantes visited volunteers,
Wildly waiting where we wandered
X-citedly X-iting X-istential X-ospheres
Yonder youthful yaks yielded...yikes!
Zebras zigzagged zestfully ziggurat-likes.
Categories:
antelope, fantasy, fun, word play,
Form: Abecedarian
Pecos Bill rode herd in the vast forlorn.
His quiet Paint gobbled buttered popcorn.
A tornado, in a fit,
Came for a whirlwind visit.
“Paint, meet Curley. His back I will adorn.”
Bill grabbed his rope and threw a loop with hope
And saddled the whirlwind so Paint could lope,
Leisurely grazing along
While Bill sang a peaceful song
Though the twister used top spin, Bill could cope.
Whirly raced north swift as antelope might.
Picking up barns, tossing them left and right,
Heaving a freight train five miles.
Bill hung on with joyful smiles,
“Almost beats chasing roadrunners at night.”
Bill rode that twister into a broke nag,
That lay city curbside limp as a rag,
A sadder, but wiser storm.
Where his horse Paint, true to form,
Whinnied by the nag, wanting to play tag.
A jolly sheriff saw Bill ride in view,
He chose at least three tickets to issue:
Parking in a tow away;
No emissions valve that day;
Driving a twister with no license too.
Tale Tales 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jeff Kyser
Date Written: 3/14/2022
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Categories:
antelope, adventure, animal, city, horse,
Form: Limerick
An antelope, a reindeer and an elk walked into a bar.
Which bar?
The lion stared at his friend. “Does it matter?”
“It does to me.”
“Bar Sheeba Weebalah.”
The other lion nods.
“The antelope orders a beer. the reindeer orders a whiskey sour.”
The other lion pretends to laugh, hoping this will be the end of the story.
“Not the punchline yet,” the other lion warns him.
“Then I walk into the bar and I order an antelope, a reindeer and an elk.”
The other lion howls with laughter.
Not understanding, but wanting to please the alpha lion.
Categories:
antelope, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Light Verse
lioness with her sights on the prize
antelope feels her; pops out her eyes
the chase is on
one is a pawn
antelope’s heartbeat is on the rise.
Categories:
antelope, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form: Limerick
Antelope of Montana, Texas and Utah too
Those eyes of yours are such a fine amber hue!
Your wide eyed innocence makes me smile
You can outrun me for a solid country mile.
Cowboys with wide brim hats sing songs of you.
Heartfelt missives under the azure sky of blue
As they round up the cattle, and make their beef stew
Chuck wagon cooks sing high praises of you.
Home home on the range is a great missive too
Sung above huge belt buckles of a silver hue
Makes me smile as I think of the few
Antelope I have seen with your eyes, Little Lou.
I call you Lou, Sue or McGoo sometimes too
To keep you in my mind as I sing praises of you.
And dream of your amber eyes, under this sky of blue.
Curious cowboys will always sing hymns inspired by you.
Categories:
antelope, animal,
Form: Rhyme
Long was the run to live
On a May day;
Running in the corners of the living world.
A Female antelope,
Led it's way to a stream nearby
To wet it's broken feet to safety.
Just now had a fight with the mighty.
Running to a safe sojourn.
Grass so red returned with in vain.
Unable to see the future of life.
There ends all nightmares to a ground.
Today is luckier in having been saved,
Not like her mates just caught by the mightiest.
Speeding with elbow wind there came a trap,
Made by human's unknown.
To lead its way to a sanctuary.
To be named, to be tamed and to be cared.
Innocent children who turn wise with pets.
Vets who save the wounded legs
Never was the day without amusement.
Of few hundreds of crowd.
At the sight of the beautiful creature.
To live longer, to eat more fresh grass.
Man becomes God to save her.
To live like a clay.
Categories:
antelope, animal, betrayal, desire, journey,
Form: ABC
A man of Wyoming ate cantaloupe
While watching some galloping antelope
To his aunt he said
You must truly wed
A right proper woman just cantaloupe
Categories:
antelope, humor, humorous, nature, places,
Form: Limerick
Marking deep footsteps
of a youthful antelope
along thickened woodland--
earth's glory is replete
with a creature in motion.
Brian Strand Contest
Categories:
antelope, animal,
Form: Tanka
The thickets were traitors,
Front and back they cut me down
Till I lost the sight of my buttery;
Gasping like blacksmith’s belows I asked:
What flesh did antelope even have?
Categories:
antelope, hurt,
Form: Verse
A
creature
to
pet
and
spoil
like
a
child.
Smooth-
skinned,
stepping
cautiously
in
the
grass.
Round
and
plump
like
a
newly
married
wife,
its
neck,
heavy
with
brass
rings,
it
eyes,
Gentle
as
a
bird.
It
Head,
lovely
like
a
carved
wood.
When
it
run
away,
it
spread
light
dust
like
a
BUTTERFLY
which
shakes
its
wings.
It
Neck
seems
long,
so
very
long
to
the
greedy
hunter.
All
this
quality
eager
the
Hunter
of
this
ANTELOPE.
Hmm..
Its
not
gonna
be
easy
but
he
should
keep
in
mind
the
following
DETERMINATION
AND
SUCCESS.
Life
is
a
mystry.
Whatever
you
do
depends
on
your
HEART.
So
believe
you
can
do
it
and
you
will.
Categories:
antelope, animal
Form: ABC
____A Barren Antelope (Unedited)____
A barren antelope
Visits the world of the living
She is searching for the Messiah’s hands
To bless her womb with living
Kids, kids, everywhere, she
Wants to bear her own,
She wants to be a mother
And be called mother antelope
She cry and cry and cry over the Kilimanjaro
And Everest
She weep across the Atlanta searching for
Messiah’s hands.
She want it, she want it
She want a good image
A bad image to be buried
To be buried and a good image to live on.
She wants a life to live
She wants a heart of her own
Who will help her out
Now that the rumour have
Spread that the Messiah
Had gone…
Gone for life
To another life
Shadowy and deep
Yet to be know by Many.
Yet to be visit by all .
A berry paradise
A cherry light.
For: Worst poem contest
Sponsor by: PD
Categories:
antelope, absence, analogy, animal, caregiving,
Form: Free verse
Antelope.
A springbok runs fast on the savanna avoiding
lions and other predators, but ultimately it is
destined to become food for slayers and thus
useful. Going back two and a half million years,
my African ancestors too hunted them.
In Portugal the African heritage is quite strong,
their Fado tells us of a past forever lost.
Our life span is short, mere dust in the eye of
eternity, and people have bought bicycles in
the hope of living longer, we all hope to live to
be hundred years old even if we are overcome
by senility and lose track of time.
On a dairy farm, you will see a pastoral scene
brown& white cows, with full udders, eating
juicy grass, but they do give birth and if it is
a male calf it get killed after two weeks, cause
It is not useful, and destroyed.
There is no money to be made of milk-calves
few eat them and it cost more money sending
them to an abattoir, they are not even worthy
to end up as hamburger meat; and I find this
waste a colossal disgrace a sin against nature.
Lucky is the springbok
Categories:
antelope, life, hope, money,
Form: Blank verse