Best Hunkers Poems

kaisers, kings, emperors fight for territory
  dispensable bodies left in the ground on foreign soil, unreturned
  militarisation of memory and folly
  an Irish nation half-wrenched from a bloodied and wearied empire
  red royalist hands command the northeastern corner
  southern civil...

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At the glassy gate, I wait for you
adding cherry between breaths
adding robes to your soft name
ushering the syllables through my warm mouth
echoing like the sight of a star
on my heart, your name is woven and sewn
like the stitching in my baby blanket
and the baby hands...

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Bug Destiny

Round tiny bug moves slow along the garden path
Avoiding traffic as it trudges along
Carries the hardened armor of its ancestry
Down there too, through the centuries
The weight of that nobility 
With it, on its back, through history
 
Portals of time laid out in its direction
Its...

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String Haiku       Charles Henderson contest
Theme – sea haiku


bare feet sift soft sand 
waves whisper foamy secrets
of bright days to come


sand shimmers with shells
waves tumble in unison
on a glistening day


shimmering sundown
a butter sun melts the sky
on a golden beach


sand laden...

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Flim-Flam dances to the beat of a drugged out drummer
Her moves are suggestive and sometimes vulgar
Her hands are soiled and damp holding onto the grimy pole
She’s topless and her dancing is like a listless puppet performing a role
She has a striking body and her hair...

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As the Sun sulks in a somber place,
flakes of alabaster mask His face.
And like banshees crying out all alone,
howling winds bring a chill to the bone.

Freezing temps take the fun out of play;
when blustery winds won't blow away.
And depression sullies days of snow;
fearing Winter will...

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Old mean widow lady of ninety-two

lives by herself with nothing else to do

Hunkers in her chair next to the window

stares out for hours with dreams of her bingo


She is labeled mentally unstable

Plays solitary on the end table

Fusses forever and telling tall tales

no telling if she’s...

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Dancing in mid-day sun, in Kansas heat,
was a land of grain tender and sweet.
Over to the east sparkling in the sun,
was piles of corn, picked and done.
Harvest went, along with winter meat.

Winter comes hard in backyard and street.
Not caring if there is enough food to...

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There stands the painter upon his hill
His wife is gone but not his skill

On each and every rainy day
He hunkers down for an outdoor stay

A woodpile serves him as his chair 
From which he casts his longing stare

Slowly the brush does touch the paint
As he...

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Wild kitten hides in the long grass.

Wild kitten hunkers for a kill.

Wild kitten plays with his tale.

Wild kitten trembles in the wind.

Wild kitten crawls along the ground.

Wild kitten sleeps so sound.

Wild kitten was so lost but now I have found.

Wild kitten looks into my eyes.

Wild...

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A ll a fluster the pages flew from 
U nder my arm as I bumped into you.
T ime was of the essence, the meeting due. 
U nder duress, I think you knew.
M eeting on our hunkers gathering pages I
N oticed you staring at me for...

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Old Tom


I've fed Old Tom 
for many years 
with never any thanks,
not one meow.

He comes at night 
with eyes ablaze.
I crack the door
and slide a tin 

of Fancy Feast
across the deck
toward him 
like a puck. 

He hunkers
on the railing till
I lock up.
Then he pounces.

The tin's...

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Within my quasi moat toad lily padded immediate environs

Meaning the corporeal complex edifice
housing these lovely bones, 
where linkedin logorrhea ably
strives to break out 
in meaningless song 
yobble hum hum diddle dee dee
and dance courtesy 
an unexpected burst of energy
helped fashion a second rate poem 
heaving...

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Hiker Dude

Commander of the view of the curving earth
the Piñon stands a-grip a forest of boulders,
jagged giants, held in place by her, a part of her,
at her bidding.

The lone hiker dude,
grasps the piñon to haul himself up.
Sweat freezing in a wicked wind.
He extends his soul...

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An unexpected burst of energy
helped fashion a second poem he
ving up from deep within the key
per of Matthew Scott's ideas - nee
i.e. unexpectedly manifesting que
cull lee coalescing, buta not three
endeavors crafted since quota we
kind to exhaust passion before zee...

land revisited, when
    ...

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