Best Hunts Poems

The morning was crisp and frosty
    as the Earth yearned for autumn's heat.
Darkness gave way to a fractured dawn
   ...

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To release me from hellish nights
let's talk now, Fear...
I leave, yet your shadow follows me;
a darkened grime blowing on my mind 
like an uninvited guest...

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On the black stallion of death,
Its red crimson eyes pierce through the night,
And the hell's beast breathes its hot brazen breath
Blazing against the darkness's chilling...

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It crawls upon cold paws
To clutch with talons and claws
Nearing its prey, it hunts
With opening eyes and jaws
 
To shove with power and thrust
Upon insatiable...

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Aloft, with keen eyes in sorbet skies’ raspberry half-light
visceral vibrations of vitality does await.
Soaring in a hush, with plumage plush, a silent stealth kite,
he glissades...

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On an unsinkable ship’s maiden voyage, it sinks.
A pastor who preaches against alcohol, drinks.
One’s surrounded by people, yet remains all alone.
Confessing sins to a priest,...

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The old indian chief had seen much
fought in many a battle or raid
he had fathered seven children 
with his four fine young wives

Now he took...

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Walk with me in the dank moonlight
through the chill, rising, storm
so we can grasp the majesty
of Dullahan still born.

Without heads his horse and he ride
across...

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Old Campfire Memories Still Endure



Come sit with me around the crackling fire
every night camp needs its burning glow
Of Nature's forest exploring I never tire
often with...

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Caleb Smith, southern gent so refined,
has an interesting, humorous mind.
He not only can write,
but can farm, fish and fight,
and on critters he hunts he has...

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The sweet-sour scent of waning hay
drifts to town from nearby fields,
pleasing all walkers with an edgy peace.

While autumn gusts enliven shadows,
the wavering moon turns sheets...

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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...

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They lived on the plains
and in the mountains.
There was warriors
and peaceful tribes.
All wore ornate head dresses
for their celebrations.
Dancing around fires
for successful hunts 
and to tell...

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What if our Easter Sunday was Holy Spirit led?
What if in place of colored eggs, lost souls were sought instead?

Instead of hurried egg hunts, we’d...

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Lies upon lies,
Death upon death,
Forever more nothing is left.

I sit and watch,
I stare at the touch,

I wait for the time,
What will happen? Would it be...

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The wings beat against the cage 
in an urgent frenzy tormented never defeated 
within this half twilight zone of slow crawling time held victim 

The...

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Slicing the instinct
The arcane was torn, curses spit
Teardrop bated as the breath hunts
Wound wide open, the heart cries

The ripple of pain unable to stem
The cimmerian...

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Shotgun shells, fireworks, an empty casing,
Burnt gunpowder sensed with imagined smell,
Bring a smile as the mind begins onward racing,
Of times past and grand stories to...

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out in the county and up the highway
anger hangs like lost voodoo over Miami
dances on bumperstickers
floats on airwaves
scars faces with perpetual glares
colors perceptions darkly
alters moods...

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The wings beat against the cage 
in an urgent frenzy tormented never defeated 
within this half twilight zone of slow crawling time held victim 

The...

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Easter will again be here and very soon,
But Easter brings sadness I cannot seem to prune.
After my Mother left, Easter's not the same
Since our Lord,...

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In darkness prey, 
hunts a vampire 
Empty within 
the soul 
Sucking life's feelings, 

drained beautiful thoughts 
Savouring frozen emotions, 
falling on top 
Biting deep 
into...

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(Dedication: For Michael Zachary, my son)
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Sense this knowing: can the blind see?
Homer still sings fond tragedy.


Troy was a thought where siege was laid,
A war well...

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*(My first villanelle poem on what it's like to be manic when you have a mood disorder that's better known as "manic-depression" or "bipolar disorder.").


Intense...

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Life On The Inside

As the trees whisper words of wisdom,
The wolf lies below and howls,
To the Raven high in branches above,
Their spirits entwined beyond the...

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