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Premium Member The Wolf, Coyote, Fox and Hound

The Wolf

The wolf guards her brood,
Bones of trespassers before,
Death to the unwarned!

My snarl says it all,
The wolf rules this land, no doubt,
Tread lightly, my friend.

The lone wolf unleashed,
Don’t trust the strange traveler,
Trust is never free.


The Fox 

The fox senses spring,
The hound is too tired to fight,
Conflict delayed, friends.

The hound hides in wait,
"How smart are you, Miss Foxy?".
Nature in action.

The fox loves to play,
The hound takes his role to heart,
Frustration sets in.


The Coyote

The coyote sleeps,
Wild pheasants roam peacefully,
Hunger soon brings death.

Sunset brings brown death,
The rabbit tastes too gamey,
A nice change of pace.

A cry in the night,
The coyote is a force,
Mutual respect.



Original work written for
The Contest:
“PD’s  INNER ANIMAL”      ¤¤ 7th Place ¤¤
By: Samual Ronthorpe


If you enjoyed this, I have an expansion to the "Fox" section of this poem, it is titled, "Miss Foxy and Hound".
Categories: gamey, animals
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Dear Rapunzel

It seems ages since we met over your long, golden hair
an hour glass on the table keeping the meter.

It seems like too many dress up doll days when we played
take me to the river but don’t get our feet wet.

It seems we lost our inner selves painting our faces
painting our nails, singing karaoke at the bars.

Oh, to regain those lost years of our youth, unwrinkled skin
turn back all the pages, like winding gold on a spindle.

Instead we have just leaves, grieves, and grandchildren
with their laser guns, plastic skin and smug attitudes.

They never challenged gamey little midgets with foul intent
they had us to pad them safely with money, love and scent.

Dear Rapunzel, do please let your hair down one more time
and play climb out of the cellar and up the apple tree with me.

Signed Your Dearest Play Mate.
Categories: gamey, beauty, childhood, fantasy, friendship,
Form: Couplet

Premium Member A Christmas Verse

Chipmunks roasting on an open fire, 
It takes 10 to make a meal. 
Grab one by the tail, 
Drop him into the pan... 
You can hear the little fella squeal. 

A little teriyaki kills that gamey taste. 
On a bed of brown rice, they're so good. 
Cranberries on the side, 
Open your mouth wide, 
You'll want to eat more chipmunks...and you should. 

Chipmunks are endangered, 
   but who really cares? 
When they're gone, they're gone, I guess. 
Even tho' there's not much meat, 
They're so tasty and easy to eat 
And preparation doesn't make a big mess. 

So, just before Christmas, go trap a few, 
Enough for you and all your friends. 
Think how good your friends will feel 
Eating such a good meal; 
They'll be sad when Christmas dinner ends. 


Merry Christmas, Alvin.
Categories: gamey, celebration, christmas, food, friendship,
Form: Rhyme

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The Good, the Bad, and the Ugh, So Darn Ugly

G;Geico commercials   B;(you knew this was coming); Billy Mays commercials U; 
hour long imfomercials
G;Big, juicy homemade hamburgers  B;White Castle belly burners
G; Best fast food place;by far;All American, Massapequa N.Y. (check it on web- 
always, and rightfully rated  number one  B-white Castles (ugh;belly burners!)
G; Music played with syyle and heart B; Gangster rap/ Disco
G;Family gatherings B;Alone in a dingy room
G;A nice warm shower B; Having no showerhead
G;Staring at TV test patterns for hours (told ya I was weird) B; Gamey game 
shows
G;A nice warm sunny day B;Heavy rain and your roof leaks
G;Creativity B;Malicious destruction(other than a Billy Mays tape)
G;Cooking and eating with family /and/or friends B;Alone with a bag of pretzels
G;Enjoying swimming at the beach or pool B;finding a great white shark in your 
pool
G;Words of love and encouragement B;Mean words of anger/hate
G;Good poetry B;My poetry usually
G;Peaceful sleep all through the night B;Cronic insomnia U;Being awake for 8 
days (as I too well know...one's mind turns into oatmeal)
G;a love of beauty B;Loving your own beauty
G;swiss or cheddar cheese B;Limberger cheese U;Liederkranz (ugh! clear the 
house!!)
G;A full refrigerator (including Tootsie rolls) B;A rerigerator full of food expired 6 
months ago, and now home to strange new species
G;Catching a mouse B;doing the same, but with your teeth
G;Courteous drivers B;New Jersey drivers
G;Religious faith B; Fundamentalist extremists (of any religion)
G;Room deodorizer. B;Dirty unwashed socks your air deodorizer
G;A trusting marriage B;A busting marriage
G;Acoustic guitars B; Acoustic torpedoes
G;M&Ms  B;BBs
G;good books used as tools B;Mediocre books by fools
G;Cleavage B;Seepage
G;Being in a band onstage B;Overfilled audiences leading to rage
G;Jessica Simpson's looks B;Jessica Simpson's mental acumen
G;Eddie Murphy on stage or screen B;Eddie Murphy in real life (I know!)
G;Being loved and adored B;Being lonely and too bored
G;Some money in your pocket B;Your finger in a socket
G;For Bush to get a Lobotomy B; News of Bush's colonoscopy

Enough for now folks.  Have a painless day!
© Tom Bell  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: gamey, funny, imagination, inspirational, life,
Form: List

Premium Member Toothless Ruth Revisited

Forgive me, just some silly nonsense...


You can have your Chatty Cathy
Or Annie with the big Fanny
But you can't have Tom Terrific
You don't get it? That's uncanny!

They gotta rhyme like Sarah Tiara
Or Tammy who loves Salami
There's the famous Roger Dodger
And little old Hammie Sammy

There's more, there's Skinny Minnie
Or sweet li'l ole Flirty Gerty
There's Amy who smells quite Gamey
And how about Gurgling Bertie

Have you heard of Picky Vicky
Or tasty sweet Hannah Banana
There's Mona Lisa Teresa
And cute little Andy Panda

Jerry at times can be Scary
How about little Betsy Wetsy
Buck who drives a great big Truck
And Bessie who's extremely Messy

So I've come to the end of my verses
Oops! Forgot about Bob the Snob
Bruce is saying my Goose is cooked
And I'm trying hard not to sob!

© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories: gamey, humorous, , cute,
Form: Quatrain

Television- For Catie L.

Television-
As American as Chop Suey,
We watch it day and night,
Till our minds get very gooey...

I remember shows,
That are no more,
Ones my dad, or I, 
Did adore

He loved his quiz shows,
A requirement of old age...
(Like moving to Fla. from NY)
I remember when
"The Leakest Wink" was all the rage...

And I knew, when it was on,
Change the channel, I not dare,
Unless it was to see,
"Who Wants To Be A Fridgidaire?"

That Phylis Rayburn,
He was a piss,
My father swore,
He would never miss...

Those goofy game shows,
To me just gamey,
I would rather read,
Than see those shows,
So lamey....

I did like some shows,
Like "Stainfell",
It made me laugh,
Oh, but most shows,
To me were hard to sell..

(Caus'en I is such an Indellectible, as youse can tell)

I've never seen "American Idle"
A car in neutral??
I'd rather see live,
A wave that's tidal!

I've never seen C.S.I.
"Come See Idiots"?
I wonder why?
There's plenty there
Right out on the street-
Why pay cablevision,
For more to meet??

I like some old shows 
That is true,
Like "The Moneyhooners"
"The Old Couple" too...

Some people tell me,
They don't understand
What I often say...
They say since I bought,
That damned "Head Cleaner",
That I can't tell night from day...

What do they know?
I'll put on "The Millinery Channel",
And watch all about...
World War II thread...
They say now I'm nuts,
But that's all in my head!!!
© Tom Bell  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: gamey, confusion, father, funny, parody,
Form: Burlesque


Premium Member Dawn In Nebraska

The girls in Nebraska can be quite different, 
It gradually Dawns on you that this is true	, 
Like catching greased pigs at their county fairs, 
Vast cultural differences come into view.

With mothers that have unique info they Share On, 
The love traps like money, like biscuits, passé, 
Catching and holding are really quite different, 
A new magic needed when our feet are clay.

A strong woman like Dawn is really quite  gamey, 
No obvious pathways that lead to her heart, 
You should give it some thought before trying out, 
Remember the goal is to win the best part.

In love there's a dance that both people are learning, 
In this life roles change at the drop of a hat, 
Just which one is strong and which one is bending, 
And if it should change ‘round, well what's wrong with that? 

The main thing to get is a new age is dawning, 
A hope for the future this world's never known, 
As all of us live out dreams we're pursuing, 
Share God's joy in viewing a childhood that's grown.

Brian Johnston
July 20,2014

Dawn Hetrick and her mother Sharon (Bob's Daughter) are related to Bob Lind, 
a farmer friend of mine in Holdrege, Nebraska. On a recent visit, Dawn was 
actually not home the evening I arrived.  She was actually participating in a 
contest at a local county fair where a team of 4 members tries to catch a 
'greased pig' and then put it into a barrel. You win the contest by doing this in 
the shortest time. Dawn and her friends won the contest last year but this year 
came in second.

You may note that both Dawn and her mother are mentioned by name in the 
poem! : -)
Categories: gamey, friendship, humor, relationship,
Form: Rhyme

Have the Guts

Cultivate the willpower to achieve your goal, chances, 
Give yourself the guts to succeed and win, 
Elevate your mind above your circumstances, 
And deliberate upon taking things on the chin. 

Analyse your goals until they become many, 
Many small intentions that you can make easily, 
So that you build up the confidence gamey, 
To assert yourself in a tight religious family.

Write your goals down on paper if need be, 
Your dreams, ambitions and intentions as well, 
So that at least you’ll know what you see, 
For your life and future, where there’s no hell. 

Don’t be scared to share them with others, 
Your teachers, engineers, doctors and physios,  
So that they can help you on your way, brothers, 
Such that you’re no longer listening to radios. 

Your ratio with them will become important,
The church subsides along with your relations, 
And in time they will imbue their statement, 
Their morality will become your attestations. 

Seek to interact in your society unaffected, 
Don’t define it as they do by hatred and sin, 
Because if you can’t trust your person stated, 
Your neighbour or colleagues, find the bin. 

You need to give them that bit of initial trust, 
That little bit of space which lets them move, 
So that you can trust them when there’s no dust, 
When you have no innocence to site or prove. 

Make a table for yourself because it’s made, 
By others for your pleasure and gratification; 
Live and let live and traverse peace stayed, 
And wangle when you find only apprehension.
Categories: gamey, character, courage, deep, desire,
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Kismet

Due to his callous disregard, he divided her intent
       Wanting to be loved was rapidly replaced
       With needing to be nurtured

       
       Windscreen scorch, midday duco seared her palms
       A lost Christmas scarab lurid green beetle
       Gripped Flora's taut forearm


       Future she craved wavered toward steely necessity
       Untitled as lucre of lake illusion luminous
       Looming in her frontal lobe


       Angel held urns runneth over, soma sportula pour
       Treacle tips intoxicating as cherry kirsch 
       Accommodation on aileron

       
       Conveyed from kookaburra sarcasm to city suzerain
       Mirror tower monuments collide in clouds
       Encourage worldwide rivalry

      
       Flora's inclination for comfort drives acute delirium 
       Arid Arab cobalt coast melts cultures mosaic
       Gamey gourmet, cutlery gleam

     
       Her new wrist cuffed, convict of antique timepiece
       Lost Duat archived exchange rate temporal
       Khepra hands kissed henceforth 



        
        12th March 2023
        Written for Contest: 'K' Word Challenge 
        Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories: gamey, allusion, beautiful, character, desire,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Sweetest Woman I Ever Knew

she was a big more pungent today than I imagined possible
and I thought she was gamey yesterday
That is the problem when you are in love with a corpse

I put more perfume on her; that usually does the trick.
Not this time. There was something wrong and her face is melting.
I wanted advice but trusted no one with my secret love.

She was shy and did not cotton up well to strangers.
if this did not keep up I might have to let her go.
And I was determined to not do that.

She was the most calm and sweet woman I had ever known.
She listened to all my woes, and she did this nightly
Without interruption.
Do you know how rare that is?
Categories: gamey, scary,
Form: Free verse

The Family Secret

I thought you might like to try this
It's a brand new recipe
I used to eat it when I was a kid
My mama used to make it for me

We tried to sell it to that chicken guy
I think Colonel Sanders was his name
But he said he'd stick with poultry
And we could keep the wild game

It's got a little bit of wild taste
A little gamey, if you will
But I'm sure, you're gonna love it
And I know you'll eat your fill

Grab you a pot with six potatos
And cut them up, nice and fat
Some carrots and peas for flavor
We really can't forget about that

Now the salt and pepper is a must
Just a little more than a pinch
Don't worry about messing this up
Cause it really is a cinch

Now you better not forget the oregno
You gotta have all your spices
Then take your meat from the freezer
And cut it up in real small slices

Just put it on low and let it simmer
Till the meat gets nice and pink
You may have to open a window or two
For sometimes, it tends to stink

When it's almost done, you stab it 
With a stick that you find in the yard
Sometimes the meat get's a little bit tough
So you may have to poke it pretty hard

So, now your meal is finally finished
And wasn't that nice and quick?
I hope you like this family secret
And enjoy your skunk on a stick
© Larry Belt  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: gamey, funnynice, may, nice,
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member I Buy the Greens

Eating is at an all-time high.
Processed foods is what many buy.
Sluggish meats sit for years in our gut.
Stagnating us, taking our strut.
Leafy green veggies is what we should eat.
Chocolate candy and cookies truly defeat.
I buy the greens, every week the same fee.
Throwing them out when they get too gamey.
Categories: gamey, food,
Form: Rhyme

Tagboard Media

Tagboard Media





                        
Hizzia Handfull  wrestled  Diffa Dank Hassinberg
to a twenty minute draw

Muchabout Nothing and Hussylover defeated
Brimms Doltrium and Moondog Melgriff Mange
in a two out of three fall match (taking two falls
 for the win.

Jafney " Attaboy " Sayer figurefoured Gamey Almost
to capture the vacant North of South
Title, using a middleground fall-away to score
the pin.
Baknocca " slick Willy" Hosscaul was Disqualified 
against Steep Depper, he throw the referee over

MiSong and Clepper Claff del Grecko defeated
Sifftin Saddle and " Bigside" Daryle Dopple
when Claff DDT'd Grecko for the winfall.

main Event

World Campion
" My Wifes Manfreind" Bulky Bannerdaff out wrested
 " The Golden American" Beefy Hambone
to retain his world tilte.
( used a bassoon to knock his opponet sensless, to
score the pin)
Categories: gamey, music, sports,
Form: Bio

Cusabo Rompus

The Specked one is in question!


She saw such collaborations as againstments
Thought that were verse of her own personal
Interest. Students of the industry; who saw
 profitability, and found no way out, if they were
Wrong. They cursed those they knew and spat
On new. comers, finding it easy to disguise there
actions with the intrigue of togetherness.
When the fox and the grouse combined there
efforts against the hawk, the eagle spoke.
When the ram and the sheep collaborated against
the wilddogs; the eagle spoke.
When the bear and the hawk hunted together
the eagle spoke!
Why then be either of these things when we
Must learn to interprete what the eagle speaks?
And might the almighty hands of togetherness
Be spoiled by the eagle.
From the nest, when the wings are spread
Until the flight see's the eagle's needs
Meet, must a world of againstment
The grouse told the fox, the rabbit
Is as gamey as I am, and not to consider
him as alternative, and the the eagle make
Meal of both fox and grouse.
What whispers the goose?
Then what wishpers the goose;
said the grouse that speaks to
the fox as for, and wishes her eggs
to hatch?
Categories: gamey, encouraging, film, games,
Form: Didactic

Coaches Syllabus

Thelo na se pantrefto

wanting and needing often found her
hungry. she'd often find something special
at Dingles Restaurant
a special place that catered to the taste of
strangers, or those who liked
gamey meat, and garlicky breads.
she often had a lot of steaks, tarts and 
rice dishes, for a discount, that's why
people often came to get the special.
ask what the chef is eating and you'll probably
find a great deal.
tonight a friend and I are
excited to dine out, I think she's going to
say she'll marry me, so
I asked the chef to
fix something special to go with the bacon and dill? cucumber tarts
I ordered. maybe the pork blade steak with stir-fried vegetables
or maybe some smoked fish and a sour cream tart, or even the
classic fillet mignon with bacon and stuffed potato skins and a cauliflower au gratin.
if she answers yes, I told the chef to send out two small raspberry cakes with champagne. if she answers no Well the gingersnaps will have to do.
 Angourie Kai Belken

a regular pie crust
make shells in muffin pan
filling is
1/4 cup of bacon
1&1/4 cup of cream cheese
1/2 teaspoon of cayenne
1 egg yolk
1/4 cup of cucumber ( peeled, seeded, and diced)
Categories: gamey, appreciation, business, cute love,
Form: Ballad
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