Best Antlers Poems

Steep-roofed great oak doors sheen of sheilds
Deep tombs stones shrines honoured dead
distant past creaking of rafters carved red oak
Stones in a mysterious rivers course.............
 the rush of life whirl past ancient ships
Rams skull masks crescent moons..........
deep three beat rythum of skin drums..........
 The raging seas...

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What are reindeer antlers for
Fighting other reindeer causing gore
Really anti-social
Social distancing tonal
Still need to stock their fridges I'm sure...

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woodland filled with shaded light and antlers.
beauty’s said to be in the eye of the beholder.
autumn leaves, soul of the soil, wildflowers…
buck and doe scintillate in their space.
they prefer to do life alone sans humans -
get rather skittish when two-legged creatures
enter their retreat…their abode…their cover.
a...

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You have the prettiest antlers the Jimbah Bah said.
I’d explain it to you, but it would confuse your head.
I do! Said the buck, all puffed up and incredibly proud! 
He was a male who felt good and yelled “I’m great!” right aloud!...

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The antlers
Red
And the life
Dead
Can we
Begin
Not give
In...

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Doris Annie had a dream
It was crisp, and clear to her
Others thought it was way off stream
Plausibility to them did not occur

I am on a quest to find reindeer
with yellow antlers she said to all
they thought this weird, strange and *****
until she brought home two,...

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I pump my arms, my legs
through chlorinated fluidity,

hopeful of shaping up,
not shipping out.

up and down, side to side.
sinking weights.

still wet, dash off to my car.
vinyl and towels on the seat.

wouldn’t want to be pulled
over, wearing only a coverup,

but I want
for my shower.

to the top of...

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arduous ascent
	incandescent massive orb –
		buck tosses his head...

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I stole an hour from work
Drove a few blocks from our downtown office
To a cemetery
And there
In my preferred shady spot to park

Where I typically meditate
With all four windows wide open
Gulping the afternoon autumn wind
Shaving my face to young again
In the rearview mirror

Brian Doyle’s last book...

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On dogs phony antlers are tied
So unhappy Blossom will hide
     When she sees them coming
     She’d rather go slumming
At landfills she spends the Yuletide

And she’s not alone in her fear
Surrounded by many a peer
   ...

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battle between bucks
	deadly duel-decided ~
		scavengers spectate

(November Full Moon – Dakota and Lakota)...

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buddin’
	nubbin...

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