Best Hunt Poems

With the morning crisp and frosty
    and the Earth yearning for autumn's heat.
Darkness gave way to a fractured dawn
    as the Sun rose in the East.
The forest became warm and fervent
    while dappled grass lay beneath...

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I'm searching for a new man.
			(My lemon quit on me.)
			I'm a discerning seeker.
			(The smallest dent, I'll see!)

			I want a younger fellow;
			(Low mileage is a must.)
			Required is great get-up-and-go
			(an engine with no rust).

			He should desire me in his lap.
			(Seat warmers feel so good.)
			He's gotta be in...

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I am a Burn’s Night baby
(named after the Ayrshire bard)
So we’re off to hunt a haggis
locating one is extremely hard

We scour the hills of Scotland
and have dull and rainy weather
There’s not a haggis to be seen …
they’re all hiding in the heather!

All of a sudden...

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Form = Free Range Verse

The Hunt

Mans desire to hunt
Testing skills from the beginning of time
I had outfitted myself the day before
With camouflage, and all the tools of the trade
The excitement of catching my prey
Outwitting my fellow hunter a plenty
Tracking for hours and hours on end
Off...

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There was an old lady, a frumpy old bag
who people called horrid, a witch and a hag
And 'though she was ugly and danced 'mid moonbeams
all was not quite as it might've then seemed

Old-fashioned black clothing made her look quite strange
townies deemed her morbid- “dangerous, deranged”
But...

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After Legend got blown up along with
all of the city zombies,
I was now the sole survivor and sick and tired of 
hiding out at Hobby Lobby,
bored of making necklaces, soaps and candles
and doll houses every single day,
I decided hunting countryside zombies should make 
up a...

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Me and McGee, Both needed a job
But the Boss, only needed One man
So he gave us a test
To find who was best
It seemed like a very fair plan

We finished the quiz, we done in a wiz 
As we handed them to the old Sod 
Then...

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On a hunt for a treasure, I will open the door
A place to get dirty, to search and explore 
“How boring, …just junk!” say a few who pass by!…
But for me there are stories, at a blink of the eye..

With each visit, I wade through...

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The moon plays at being the midnight sun
with abandon he struts across the sky
in such majesty it catches my eye
I bow in obeisance, my heart is won

Behind him come plunderous clouds of white
riders on horses with dust in their wake
racing steeds on a quest to...

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In diminishing sunshine
I sit back in long grass. 
Silent and vigilant
soon my quarry will pass.

My eyes face the forest,
fixed firm on grass verge.
Observing as shadows,
and all the trees merge.

As darkness succeeds,
before the moons somber rise.
Woeful whistling of wings,
betray a duck as it flies.

Far below from...

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Dear Sam, hello it’s me, don’t fret
old friend whom I have never met.
I wrote a letter time forgot,
you may ask why, I ask why not?
A sad meditation of late
on our nation’s new police state -
its central thesis at its core
is blame the pimp and shame...

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The tiger traces, through it's jungle home,
His prey he chases, just then, the crackle of bone.

Sleekly stalking, through shadow of tree,
His prey just skulking, oblivious, carefree.

Nostrils twitching, green eyes shining,
Pupils dilating and paw's barbs refining.

Lips pulled back, canines showing,
It's the Tiger's tact, saliva flowing.

Such a...

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 Eagle's flight
 at great height
 prey in sight
 running, fright
 talons might

 A meal sought
 nature brought
 lesson taught
 never fought
 rabbit caught...

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Said the Chipmunk to the Hawk

Said scared, little, tail-striped chipmunk to red-tailed hawk,
“I am hidden over there where you will not find me.”

Said hawk in a swoop to another branch, “Jiggle that
tail again, so I’ll dive and sweep you off to heaven!”

Crouching as flat to...

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He listened for them in the wood
as daylight blossomed, poised to prowl
For breakfast, breast meat sounded good 
and Cat could feel his stomach growl

Soon, struck by a cacophany
of cheeps and chirps, of coos and caws,
Cat snuck up on them, tree by tree
and hushed each cluck...

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