Best Hare Poems
*Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna
I am your devotee
I know and feel the pains of others
Keep me doing well to others
And let not ego or pride enter my mind.
Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna
As your devotee
Never speak ill of others
Disdain greed and avarice
Respect women as I respect my mother.
Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna
As your devotee
I never indulge in lies
Lust and anger not my forte
For the salvage of my family.
Hare Ram, Hare Ram
Lead me from despair to hope
Fear to trust, from hate to love
From false to truth, war to peace.
As your true devotee I know
Birth is suffering, old age is suffering,
Disease is suffering, death is suffering,
Unite me not with the unpleasant
Disunite me not from the pleasant.
Peace, Peace, Peace, Peace, Peace.
Krishna and Ram are the incarnations of God in Hindu religion.
(Hare meaning O')
December 12, 2014
Form: Free Verse (Rhythmic)
Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest: Rock Me around.. by Sheri Freshonke Harper
a limerick by Wayne Wysocki
The tortoise and hare had a race
But the rabbit came in second place
So the notion that speed
Makes the win guaranteed
Just isn't always the case.
Under dark protection of the night the gruesome two-some take to flight,
To exhume the grave of the recent buried, in a wheel barrow the bodies ferried,
Body snatchers creep at night, the open coffin brings delight,
Strip bare the corpse of wealth adorned, delivering the body before the dawn,
One with a shovel the other an axe, with powerful blows the coffin cracks,
The lid split open the crypt undone, access gained to the disrespectful ones,
Cold as ice the body lay, undisturbed until this day,
Burke reached in to rob the dead, as Hare watched on, his greed be fed,
"Help me Hare this one is stuck", his feet were sinking in the muck,
But Hare looked on his face turned grey, as Burke was being pulled away,
The ground beneath began to crumble, as Burke and Hare began to stumble,
The grip of fear had them tightly bound, as the corpse took hold of both their Hands,
Burke screamed "For God's sake help this is no joke", and that was when the Spirit spoke,
"Burke and Hare your fate is sealed, by the hand of death from which you steal,
Tonight The body snatchers me, as I ferry your souls on deaths black sea,
I take your life's to pay your debt,
Too long you taunt and tease the dead",
The ground opened up and fire shot through, the screams of torment echoed Through,
As Burke and Hare could not break free, from the depths of hell they could not flee,
Falling deeper underground, their bodies never to be found,
Yet listen close by graves at night,and you will hear their screams of fright,
A warning as they burn in hell, never desecrate a corpses shell.
Once upon a time a hare challenged a turtle to a race.
A fox was appointed to establish the time and the place.
The hare made sport of the turtle's lumbering pace,
Saying, "I'll give you a head start so that you can save face!"
The race began and the hare became bored and lay down for a nap,
But the turtle plodded on since he was a determined old chap.
The hare woke with a start and not seeing the turtle in view,
Brushed the sleep from his eyes and away he flew!
He saw the turtle nearing the finishing line,
And mused, "No sweat! Everything will be fine!"
But old mister turtle crossed the line with a flair,
Out'fox'ing the hare and winning the race by a 'hare!'
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
Aesop writes about an unlikely pair
A race betwixt a turtle and a hare
While the hare fiddled around
The wily turtle gained ground
Resulting in the hare losing the dare
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
I'm no good at setting clocks,
don't enjoy sending faxes
but if you'll bring your info,
I'll calculate your taxes.
I scream at my computer,
could take a hammer to it
but give me a tax problem,
I'll work my way through it.
Can't program my cell phone,
don't even want to bother.
I'm busy doing tax returns
for everyone's big brother.
Kids’ve joined the work force,
brought me their W-2's
wanting all their money back,
"Mom, see what you can do."
Now they own businesses
I'm preparing Schedule C's.
I want out of this trap,
I'm dying by degrees.
Grandkids’re growing fast,
beginning to earn dough,
and Grandma's growing old,
lazy, decrepit, and slow.
cfa ? 3/14/2010
If a turtle could.
He would walk faster- maybe.
Find some dynamite.
One day I was sitting in a field
Ogling at my afternoons yield
When across the road I seen
A lovely meadow so green
Cars don't see fur as a shield
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/humour-4.php
The Mountain Hare
Happy is the mountain hare
Living high on mountain air
Oh! To be so free of care
Going here or maybe there
Times a nonsense long forgot
Rather is it cold or is it hot
A care free wanderer on our mounts
and long aware what really counts
We who slave from dawn to dusk
To achieve what turns again to dust
Would that I could stay right there
But then I’m not a mountain Hare
To drone,
I have in a world
filled with prospered humanity.
Like a worker bee I
ready the honey in which
my society cares for;
I have grown tired of the strains
born upon my
labor;
although the smells I love,
it is never enough.
And the satisfaction returned is
forgotten, for fire
always triumphs the solace
that defeats the situation.
The hares that cower and stare
at this worker bee in his
working state;
a car with one route,
for two teenagers who wish for a
denoument.
the mountain hare
turns from brown to white -
eagle circles
A side view glance, wry
Scholastic eyes, wise - white hare
Speaks demands answers
My mouth dictating rivers
Speaks in under-water dreams.
cold moon horizon
omniscient orb delays dawn ~
snowshoe hare shivers
(December Full Moon – Mohican)
Come Easter day, the little ones are impatient to shove down their throats
their candy-coated forest-folk, and to this all their time they devote.
And who am I, you kindly ask?--I'm the idol of woodlander sweets!--
more scrumptious than a caramel egg, more momentous than marshmallow Peeps!
Much like a Christmas ornament that enriches the face of a tree,
no basket is complete without an appropriate helping of me!
My brittle body's born to be in a wrapper of decorative hue;
though such a fact I do disdain, as I do my adherence to you!
How cute I must appear to be with my chocolate antennas and tail,
but such a face receives no grace--for alas!--you will put me on sale.
Oh how I wish to someday flee, for my fate is profoundly unfair:
I'm a chocolate dessert
though I wish to assert
my dislike of this strife
and my edible life
it's a terrible shame
that I'll always remain
a delicious inanimate hare!
I remember it was this day 21st of June
I sauntered into a famous furniture mart.
They have developed a hotel type room.
They offer the customers a unique feel.
With advance free booking for two hours
To relax and test a mattress in a bed room,
The room with facilities of TV and stereo.
Even the customers are told to bring pajamas.
As I snoozed for more than stipulated hours,
I did loose to choose to snooze 300 dollars.
Though I have read and taken a candid lesson
From Aesop’s fable The Tortoise and the Hare.
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For the contest : You snooze you choose by Nikko Palmario
I think I forgot to enter the poem in the contest.