Best Hunker Poems
Now Is The Time To Hunker Down And Write
Now is the time to hunker down and write
heal wounded heart, defeating dark of night
allow ink's flow, imaginative breath,
to stop tragic thinking of loss and death
weave poetic art, feel powerful joy
pray true, against dark's power to destroy.
Now is the time to hunker down and pen
words that curse sad fate of women and men
allow heart its deepest of reliefs,
find again, truth, light of divine beliefs
soak paper in expressive ink, gift light
to counter evil world's usual blight.
Now is the time to hunker down and tell
of soul and mind's power to dark dispel
allow faith its powers and its just dues,
let new born poetry, wash away blues
with true honor, poetic art enhance
enjoy life and set eager pen to dance.
Now is the time to hunker down and see
firm and true, that love and kindness are key
allow eyes again, love's power behold,
refuse to believe world's many lies told
kneel each magnificent new morn to pray
that love, mercy, and divine hope holds sway.
Now is the time to hunker down and write
heal wounded heart, defeating dark of night
allow ink flow, imaginative breath,
to stop tragic thinking of loss and death
weave poetic art, feel powerful joy
pray true, against dark's power to destroy.
Robert J. Lindley, 9/04/2020
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Subtle, very subtle, yet the promise whispers in the trees.
The zinnias struggle with a push one last bud to sky unfurl,
While the neighbor's cat goes on the prowl for one more kill to squeeze.
Late September days will end and the unprepared imperil.
The strident cries heard in the sky are the sounds of birds going south.
Though crammed and touching wings at times, they fly with great effusion.
A squirrel hordes some nuts he's found by stuffing them in his mouth,
While looking for a ready den, the mice run in confusion.
The slowly, shortening days are the sun's bowing to appease
The tired flora/fauna pact that's desperate for a long rest,
But a softened whisper in the wind has changed to a cold breeze,
And ice and snow begin to form on the tallest mountain crest.
Let’s pester Uncle Fester
After dafter Luxon
Pushed the button
Welcomed every glutton
To the isles of mutton
Theme of the meme
Team New Zealand
It does seem
No longer a
Stronger eclectic sceptic
Spanked by the rank
Septic tank stream
Peptic Pyramid scheme
Grand slam.. glam sham scam
Desperate Dan or Tangerine tan plan
God damn..American dream
Our rancour on social media
Danker seedier leaders crimes
Hanker for every greedier
Rhymes with banker
Sleazier golden geezer visas
Accept any offers to
Fill their many coffers
Brokery.. jiggery pokery
Immunity without impunity
To the unity of community
Profanity of their vanity
Insanity of their depravity
Clarity...disparity not charity
Tramples ample wokery
Our amazing landscape
Instead becomes their escape
Coined..after all they’ve purloined
Jolly jape…no red tape
Not being rash
But it is a rash
Debunk the gunk & funk
Forsaking the avarice
Taking the pis*
Bliss abyss monk
Crass..brash..flash git
S***k a chunk of cash
From their balderdash stash
Making..a complete hash of it
Fake elite on the take
As they see fit
Billionaire boys ploys annoys
Replete yet still cheat
Have your cake and eat it
Our government just envoys
For a small fee..sweet
Deploys the swanky..w**ky
Yankee all about me
Time to flee plea
They lit the fire
Liar & denier
Dug the quagmire
Piety for impropriety
Moolah Messiah ruler
High flyer pariah
Crueler society
Who when the s**t
Does hit the fan
No fibs..his nibs gets
First dibs on cribs
Outlier masterplan zen..know
Then where to go
Can always hunker down
In a spick & span den
Their Queenstown bunker
Amen
I’m walking with Missy out here in the woods,
And the muse is right with me and life’s pretty good.
The storm’s rolling in, and the wind’s blowing hard,
The lawn chairs are lying all over the yard.
It’s time to prepare and to close up the shop;
I’m thinking the hammer’s getting ready to drop.
The band on the radar is angry and red;
Warm days in the springtime can get people dead.
For nature’s a force, one to be reckoned with;
Down here in the south, the tornadoes come swift.
So we’ll keep an eye out, won’t drive into town,
And if it goes bad, then we’ll all hunker down.
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just an average Spring day in North Alabama...
There is evil in the air
Challenging things to see if we care
As simple as being under the weather
This illness wants to know if the world really wants to get better
We first responded by deciding to call events off
Seeing this disturbing society cough
To no one’s fault
The International community came to a complete halt
Turning lives into sacrifices
Saying good bye to acceptable vices
Twenty nine days will change to twenty eight
And then answers should arrive to make things straight
State by state, nation by nation
People hunker down being very patient
Until the day that will come and the evil in the air will say it is done
Trying to take away life’s fun
When that hour of power reality sees a spring flower
Gloves will come off
Giving way to the summer’s eve of peaceful interaction in the loft