Best Antlered Poems

The gun seems gun-shy in this space;
where deer hides hang on rustic walls
and granddad-tick-tocks beat, instead
of hearts in hollowed skins. The gun

 a “trophy-bagger” in its rack, 
 a loud-mouth predator at rest,
 this motherless, brother-less thug
 perceives no pity-pangs... the gun

now quiet, buckshot empty,...

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Lost beneath the mantle of ancient trees
On crumbling road I hope will lead to you
Cold and weary, near falling to my knees
By lantern light, the world is painted blue

Searching for hours to find a sign or trace
Of where you are, but not one did I...

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Petals are withering on late blooming roses 
My Summer garden is beginning to fade
Maples are shedding their last clinging leaves
Amber fields are ready for Fall's gathering

There's a faint chill wafting in the air.
I call it the crisping days of Autumn
and the first hint of a...

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A snow white deer was downed by a hunter.
A once in a lifetime trophy, he boasted.
Some folks were crimson pissed 
because a snow-white deer is very rare,
a sign of good things to come. 

The purist of beings to reappear....
an antlered angel... wearing a message 
a...

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I know of a river of more than average 
Sorts...
Meandering, when not dallying to maunder,
Between many differing contours 
And unruly contorts;
Where a privileged youth once
Happily sought -
Pursuing about his passions
In the traditional methods 
By which his better elders
Did most insist he was thereby taught.
Reinforced throughout...

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To create a picture two or three faint lines are drawn
To establish the perspective of what's  yet unseen
To let eyes to travel easily and harmoniously  over it.
Like smoke rising over a  newborn mist of  valley
A wisp of curving cloud catches at...

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The light is fading, evening breaks
Between the oaken woods and lake,
It's time to finish with the row
And homeward bound, the trail to take.

With rake in hand I turn to go
To find my pick axe and the hoe,
When from the trail there ran a buck
And right...

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YEAR ONE

suddenly alert
this splendidly antlered stag
looked star-skyward

and the many beasts
all watching the sky-bright night
were warmed and at peace...

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I don’t remember 
much about the day the deer jumped 
the fence and broke its neck.  

Late summer and I inhaled 
the plump morning air—red 
apples, brown
sugar and grass, my 
pudgy feet padding the damp
linoleum squares
where sunlit streams flooded gol-
den through the yawning kitchen...

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Dry leaves rustle with each step
Noisy autumn here beneath my feet
My golden wood  a wondrous place
Woodpecker's song repeat, repeat...

The stag his antlered crown parades
While gleaning in the harvest fields
The pheasant cock calls his mate
Such small wonders this autumn yields...

The fire draws me to sit...

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If you were at the zoo today,
Perhaps you also viewed
Some bison and a tiger
With a regal attitude.

Some antlered deer and tortoises,
Some lemurs, fish and snakes
And every creature making sounds
That Old MacDonald makes.

But if you were observant
Then you might have seen as well
A tired foursome riding
On...

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In ancient looms of my homeland,
Fairies once shuttled across threads of rainbows
Weaving folklores of gods and goddesses.

Our tapestry needed no haberdashery of
Brabubahanas and Chitrngadas or a vijay panchali,
For no tantric-needle knitted our folktales.

I want to go back and melt in folk songs
Of shamans, who rejoiced...

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There’s an old village green where a marquee was seen
I don’t do ‘Bah humbug’, don’t want to be mean
A little fake snow ain’t a Christmassy scene
But the reindeer and Santa Claus might well have been

But two little kittens and one manic pup
Made those arrangements all...

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Majestic and tall,
This velvet antlered stag king
Patrols his realm so
 
With herd so mighty
Hinds bow heads as he passes;
Newborn calves frolic
 
Highland heather blooms
Snow capped mountains, horizon view
Kingdom of the glens.


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Looking to God’s glorious sky reigning over His creation
As all of His birds fly above each and every single nation
From the tiniest of insects to the very large Great Whale
In all of it His Glory reflects so to see it you can not fail

Just listen...

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