Best Hunters Poems

The deep red
Blended with the flowing stream
A shallow pink memory
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Below earth, streams release the arteries
 of the undersea teeming with precious
abalone, granite and shells,
as a roulette of lotus defies gravity
soaking on the chlorine of a wind
only piles of sand can bestow…
and  gentle the wavelets murmuring
  hymns of serenity , somewhat delicate 
as...

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Years have passed
time upon time
civilizations have come and gone
and this truth remains:
Men are still hunters

The hunt remains
as long as the prey escapes
Once caught
and the hunter devours
the pursuit is on for another....

Women are still gatherers
The gather words
Thinking them precious
nourishing for the soul
They still gather
caresses and kisses
Tender...

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This world inside
filled with dalai lamas
composed of double layers,
light spirit rivers of nutrition
discerning dark flowing soul Source.

This world outside
vibrations of octave spectral light,
echoing morphology
ecosystems of desperate joy
and all primal elements between
betwixt
among
within
without soul vibrations echoing ecowokeness,
Earth's trans-ego 
eco-symbiotic expanding integrity.

Our in/outsided nondual mindbodies,
vibrating warm souls
haunted by...

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I Just want to rest
                                  from my long migration
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Ghosts of buffalo hunters
on galloping horses
leap across the plains
against the autumn sky,
dust clouds mingle with
specter shapes,
shrouding the hunter and 
the hunted.

Spears soar in deadly flight,
aiming at prey who are 
singing their death song 
while hearts of men rejoice at 
the kill.

When amber sunset meets 
shadowed...

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The gold diggers of this world search for their fortunes
in all the wrong places. Because the richest treasures
can only be found in the Holy Bible where God's wealth
waits to be discovered. Every word a gold nugget
enriching the Soul....

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Hunters In The Snow

Slowly, the hunters break stride through the snow,
Hunched over in failure their heads hung low.
Below the hill where villagers at play,
Will soon be sad with no food on the way.

The meagre kill slung across one’s shoulders,
Barely enough, let alone for others.
But there...

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Inclement weather stalk the horse riders,
Unprotected they move with the street traffic,
While the stormy clouds play in the backdrop,
Teasing the cycle rickshaws and the tram cars;

A touch of adventure in body move,
Seek yellow metal trail to the valley,
Wish to camp on river beds panning sand,
In...

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After a long hunt, 
Man’s best friends in fun horseplay, 
While the masters chat…...

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It seems like fall is on it's way.
A hunter's dream to catch their prey.
The leaves have colored then they die.
The bucks in rut it's doe's they spy.
Bucks hunt does down to do nature's thing.
So the doe's have fawns when it comes spring.
They give them time...

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Radiance sifts through the crinkled foliage, 
as the shadows mimic the gently oscillating 

leaves. For the full yellow-white moon has risen. A brook cascading over stones

is embraced by grassy banks, 
as it flows through an Early Autumn.

The runnel captures the shimmering gleam;
it is a glittering...

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frog croaks
summer nighttime serenade
calls hunters...

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I am the swan
   with a broken wing —
Not knowing where
   my old flock has gone.
I drift now amidst
   embracing lilies, who
Have long and dearly kept 
   my pleas for close company…
Thus, whenever hunters near,
The lilies ask...

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From my home on a living oak branch, I viewed
birds and rodents food focused with much ado.
A wise, elder acorn approached me to say,
“buffet, café – either way, son, we’re an entrée.”
Pure fear sent me to securely clutch a branch stay.
When my alarm calmed about...

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