Best Doe Poems
Her legacy, a carnage littered place.
A crassness hidden by a comely face.
How many roles she played to such acclaim
The naive lovers crushed with cool disdain.
Such cruelty, in order to succeed,
Disguised by gifted wit to mask her greed.
When front doors opened, back doors quietly closed,
A sense of flawless timing, one supposed.
When those betrayed per-chance began to meet,
Comparing scars and tales of her deceit,
She sensed a coming rage was bearing down
And disappeared to bless another town.
One speculates her looks began to fade;
An ending of the money-men parade.
The crushing weight of countless dues unpaid;
A pauper's grave, the toll of evil ways.
Gene Bourne.
06-14-13.
*Image of Patronus by Wizarding World
The White Doe and The River Of Life
Comes a white doe, quaint sight a wandering,
Murmurs, her head swerves about, hesitates,
A snow owl offering sky, pondering,
Nibble's green herbs with care then elevates,
Hooves paves a path, my blue being, surges clear,
Alert nose take air, head bent back, above,
Unaware, her head drops, tickles my sphere,
Cast her spot of me, blanched soul feel her shove,
Tempt, I tide my being, yet pursuit was keen,
The full breadth of her trots to my chilled beat,
She alights her weight to level her being,
Trots to shore, genteel flow, dares to repeat,
Perchance another day of challenging,
Comes a white doe, quaint sight a wandering.
2019 May 12
*1st Place*
ALL YOURS(JUN 8)
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 June 08
If my spirit is akin to an animal
It would surely be the lovely doe
With beauty quiet and reserved
Brown eyes that seem to know...
Eyes so like hidden forest pools
Deep, seemingly brimmed with tears
Every move with a dancer's grace
Watching, afraid to come to near...
When I see her in the meadow
Or feeding on a summer hillside
I pause to reflect on her beauty
For a time, my heart with her abides....
For the " If I Were an Animal" contest..
Barbara Gorelick
How much doe could a dodo blow if a dodo could blow dodo doe?
A dodo would blow as much doe as a dodo could blow dodo doe....
How could you know what a dodo would blow
when no dodos go blow doe though?
Dodos don't know dodo doe
so dodos don't go blow no doe.
How can a dodo go blow doe
when the dodo don't know dodo doe?
If knowing of the dodo doe
a dodo might blow all the doe,
a dodo might not blow it though,
no one knows there's no dodos,
what's dodo doe?
We don't know,
but we know what we know,
and we know we don't know,
so,
we don't know what dodos blow
when dodo doe is there to blow,
no one knows what
dodos blow
but dodos blow
what dodos blow
when dodos blow
their dodo doe.
The dodos will only blow what they know
and they don't know of dodo doe,
so dodos do not blow dodo doe.
A young buck, who rescuers, called "Meatball",
was found shaken, lost, and perplexed!
They chose to keep him warm and safe,
till they decided, what to do next!
After some time, "Meatball" was sad!
He didn't like being secluded!
He apparently needed companionship,
at least, that's what the rescuers concluded.
Thus began a diligent search,
which lasted for two weeks or so!
It resulted in them being able,
to capture, a beautiful Doe!
The Doe was then taken, where she needed to go!
They all knew that "Meatball" was ready!
The group came up, with an appropriate name.
They decided to call her, "Spaghetti"!
Spaghetti and Meatballs, is pasta and meat,
as most, anyone, out there, would know!
But, how many knew, the same would be true,
when it came to a Buck and a Doe?
Note: This is based loosely
on a true story!
Rise and shine
The world outside is awaiting us two
Across leas of the sun
Just Me and you
We shall glide like water droplets
On petal hues
Then evaporate into the air
Like wet morning dew
Swaying like a summer breeze
Would gracefully do
Melting like strawberry ice cream
Under a sunlight, imbued
Like skates on smooth ice
Slithering our way through
Across the rivers of Evermore
We shall serenely canoe
Painting all mountains red
Like a dawn anew
Rise and shine,
If only you knew
Hey there Janie,last name Doe...
tell me baby,where ya wanna go?
maybe for a ride feel the wind in your hair,
maybe the nearest park,or an old country fair?
May I suggest,we take the fastest jet
fly overseas,to the sights the old world set,
climb Peru,spend the night at Machu Pichu
talk all night under starlight and o-o-hhh...
Then let's fly to Maui,hold hands and kapowie
kick alittle surf alittle sand then you can WOW me,
jump into a dugout and paddle to Easter Island
sit with the Mo'ai and watch those sunsetting strands,
maybe even imagine what those statues see
share some philosophy,at the ocean of dreams...
Then let's jetset,walk the sands of the Middle East
camel caravan to Petra,enjoy an ancient feast,
walk the Giza Pyramids,pretend to be King and Queen
lounge along the Nile amongst shady papyrus reeds,
visit all those ancient symbols waiting to be decoded
we should do it now before time eventually erodes it,
maybe discover an altogether different meaning
maybe uncover ancient secrets and new learning...
Then let's walk,the jungles of Angor Wat-her
taste some of Arabia,Persia,India and Indonesian fare,
let's visit the Philipines,that's where my family is from
enjoy their island generosity,and do alittle some-some...
So heythere Janie Doe...
watcha wanna do...where ya wanna go,
as long as we're together,it's always our show...
Metti blic,
over-top soars of the harmonica,
the ancient way takes thee and smoke...
With soliloquies we join the mast-
sanctify the allegory,
sustain some good~ing!
John Doe was a prince of a guy
Who forgot to zip up his fly
So out in the snow
John started to grow
When a snow-blower passed him by . . .
A Doe and Her Fawn
On wobbly legs, the fawn staggers behind the doe,
Who pauses to let the newborn catch up.
The fawn appears to be just a few hours old,
As revealed by its arduous locomotion
And the white, freckled spots on its back
Melded into its butterscotch-coloured fur coat.
The fawn’s softly adoring, oversized eyes
Plead for nourishment,
And the whitetail deer doe (patient, as mothers go)
Licks her offspring, bonding and cleaning,
As it instinctively nudges her teats with its nose
To stimulate her mammary glands.
The fawn suckles the mother’s milk,
Which provides it with the nutrients to grow.
The doe stares at me without fear
And lets the fawn satiate its hunger.
Its little head bobbing and its tail flagging
As its craving is abated and its appetite satisfied;
It is contented and ready to continue its journey
In the ways of nature and survival.
The doe slowly moves on as the fawn struggles
(Those steps must seem an eternity to complete,
Requiring a great magnitude of expendable energy),
Which the doe senses, and so she lies down,
And the fawn, from on its four legs, plops down
Beside her for a much-needed rest.
Here lie the Limericks of John Doe, duly interred
For the poet wrote "The dysfunctional $@& life.." and erred
Using innuendo
Totally intendo
Behold! Promptly the Admin's righteous wrath was incurred!
The Limericks I agree were crude
Not at all meant for the prude
The title had this warning
But by the very next morning
The Admin had them promptly removed!
I was searching the vastness as a man unrehearsed;
She was looking for someone that could conquer her thirst.
And in the early beginning when we danced by the sea;
I told the fair maiden she was special to me.
In the maze of the city my heart was attacked
By some jackals with wide eyes that forever came back
And in the timbers I feasted through the darkness of night;
With a lady with green eyes that made me feel right.
I kssed on some sweet lips as we spoke without speech;
Then we peeked from the mountain that together we’d reached.
I surrendered my safety when I didn’t hold on;
While strapped to a rocket that took me so strong.
I surrounded and circled and I ran with the pack;
And sometimes I took but never gave back.
My pleasures were many but the treasures were few
And my needs are still thirsty but what’s there to do.
happy to comply
denial of humanity
what kind of game do you play?
what kind of vehicle does it drive?
never will this disappoint
What will you find, is it toxic
or alive?
Will it fall short of expectations?
Nameless woman in my hands now dies
Timing is everything and she won’t help
The horse I ride never goes inside
It sprays and it poisons
And it wires me till the end of the ride.
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Apprehensive doe-
What innocent eyes you have
The heavens praise you.
Welcome to the World of Retirement!
There are no more Monday blues.
You wake up late wondering... what to do?
No student data,
No coworkers to avoid,
No care about ADA
or if you should even shave today!
You could read a book for pleasure now and
not because you have to teach.
Make room for yourself and get some needed sleep.
Don't forget to create your bucket list!
It's time for you to travel and have fun
knowing that you'll never need to answer to DOE or anyone!
Happy Retirement!
You survived! Live long, strong, and hold on to what's left of your minds!