Best Rabbit On Poems
Cherokee chamber,
where a pow wow stampeedes preconceptions of inheritence,
from Her beaded neck charms of chance & chains of change
glisten from opulent offerings of roots, corn & lavender ablaze
on an alter of unworked stone mantled with skins strong beasts knew,
She is a " Stomp Dance " Queen with an owl as a friend and a spider as assassin,
with rattlesnake ribbons around Her wrists and prayers in Her braids thick with traditions,
the walls of Her teepee painted with the pigments of buffalo blood & sunflower pollen,
portraying a history hewn from customs known to Spirits and men alike,
the " Stomp Dance " Queen speaks for Her People and sings from the stars,
I found this Tribe, not in Appalacia nor on a prarrie stage but in the smoke of ceremony,
the Cherokee Princess has rattlesnake teeth tied to Her thigh & turtle shells upon Her hips,
She played the rabbit on the scene, then the wolf, if you know what I mean,
celebrated by the warriors as a tomahawk maker,
praised by the medicine men for Her Visions,
and feared by the Elders because of wrath that may follow Her steps,
the " Stomp Dance " Queen is a Princess, She is a Cherokee with a song Her own -
J.A.B.
Categories:
rabbit on, native american, dance, for
Form:
Romanticism
My shy moth eyes
were attracted to the beauty of your flame
The pleasure of knowing you
was worth the risk of me feeling the pain
From the hurt burn of you leaving ...
a house of mirrors with no image of you within
I always knew this day would come,
certain, like the rising of the sun —
Beautiful rabbit you would wanna run
Timid, nervous ever ready to flee
The mirror of reflection
would always set your fear in motion
Numbed by the booze,
paralyzed by the pills
Gave you enough courage to stay still ...
but, only for so long
Beautiful rabbit on the run,
afraid to face
the demons you’re running from
When the face of reality would sober in,
then the cracked mirrors
would leave your bleeding heart sobbing
So many lovers before me
handed you jilted tissues
for your self-esteem issue tears
Wiping the candle mask of your promiscuity,
cold wax let you know when it was time to flee
Beautiful rabbit you on the run,
wielding your body like a weapon
Beautiful rabbit giving the foxy bullet stun,
using love like it was a loaded gun
Beautiful rabbit on the run,
marred habits has disfigured you
Ugly memories you can’t let go of,
scarred flesh melted by an abusive flame
Leaves you often holding a gun,
ready to make your last rabbit run
Beautiful rabbit, don’t run ...
beautiful rabbit lay down the gun
It was the loss of your gorgeous butterfly wings,
which so attracted me to you
I saw the beauty inside others never knew,
the vulnerable side you kept hidden from view
The trauma of your lovers no longer wanting you,
made the truth of the silent phone too painful to hear
And the vanity of rejection you use to give,
is the emptiness you are now forced to live with
Lonely, emotional catacombs you weepingly prefer;
the Before portrait on your wall, I never saw her
Tragic soul went bed-hopping down the rabbit hole
Beautiful rabbit, don’t run ...
beautiful rabbit put down the gun
Beautiful rabbit, I desperately desire you,
let your marred heart be warmed by this truth
Beautiful rabbit, don’t run ...
finger the safety between my loving arms
Beautiful rabbit, don’t leave this way ...
burn the suicide note in the fireplace
Beautiful rabbit, don’t run away
Stay here with me ... please stay
the rest of your enchanted cottage days
Categories:
rabbit on, allusion, angst, dark, sad
Form:
Ode
Pardon me Hon, my apophenia is acting up. See,
I have this acute case of advanced pareidolia
Today my two fried eggs formed Munch's 'The Scream' in the frying pan
it made my toes curl, but it seems to have solved my writer's block!
I even wrote a song based upon the compelling rhythms
of my dripping faucet
My coffee foam faces give me daily companionship
and I could write a book on all the tree trunk friends I've made
Sometimes cloud formations help me decide on a stock to buy
or which horse to bet on
I've seen FDR in Half Dome's face after an exhausting day of hiking
I felt strangely comforted by America's most beloved socialist
I've bid on Ebay for that grilled cheese sandwich of Jesus and Mary in a tortilla
sadly, I didn't win either one
I've talked with the rabbit on the moon and spoken to the mermaid on Mars
haven't heard back from either, but maybe I'm not listening hard enough?
Speaking of which…
were you saying something?
written 19 Aug 2020
Categories:
rabbit on, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Nice, nice is the rabbit
Nice, nice is the little rabbit.
Pretty adorable is the rabbit on the picture
Agreeable is the rabbit, there on the little image!
Majestic is that animal, treasure of nature
Simply beautiful, here, is the rabbit!
“My” rabbit is so generous
For sharing a pure moment of happiness:
Acting there as a photo model, full of humanity!
My friend, the rabbit is finally
Example Of the joy OF LIVING…
Let’s do like him:
Let’s enjoy life as it comes…SIMPLY!!
©RITA SOLIS RADIUS. ON JULY, 16th 2015. Poem “The Happy Rabbit”.
Categories:
rabbit on, animal, love, nature,
Form:
Ode
If only I could fly like the birds round
The world in joy and excitement, i
Would have been the happiest animal on earth.
If only I have shell and wisdom like the Tortoise,
I would have been the wisest animal on earth;
No one will kill or even intimidate me like this.
If only I am a mammal not an Amphibian,
I would have been better off in life than others.
If only my two hind legs are shorter and the other
Two are longer than the hinds, I would have run
As fast as the ostrich and prop not like this little me.
Had it been this webbed feet of mine are like that of a duck, what won't I achieve on earth when I swim?
I won't have been here if my nose and my eyes are not on my head but on my face like humans and goat.
I wonder why Goats are stupid and Cat lazy whilst they have what it take to get to the peak like men.
These thoughts that goats are unwise form clusters in my mind always and I can't help but cry here.
Why was I created like this?
Why do I have big eyes but can't use them wisely?
I can make my eyes go in and out of the socket but
This I don't like, I want to be like the Horse and Hen!
My ears are rightly behind my bulging Eyes,
My sticky long tongue attached in front of my mouth,
Why? Why? Why is my tongue attached in there?
If you see Mr Rabbit on your way home,
Tell him I need his eyes and ears for an exchange.
Tell him I don't want to be a cold blooded animal,
Tell him I don't want a moist skin any more,
We can exchange environment now; the creator is unwise in creating me here that stink like hell.
I want to drink water like humans not absorbing it!
Maybe if Mr Rabbit reject my offer, you can
Talk to the meek Dove that comes to you.
Tell him I don't want to breathe through my skin again, we can exchange environment for a minute.
I will like it up there where the air is abundant.
I don't want to sheds my skin and then eats it like
A Dog who vomited and returned back to its vomits.
Although it keeps me healthy but I don't want it.
I am tired of being a frog and I can't help it being a frog in this rejected area of life where life is a jungle.
(C) John chizoba Vincent
All Right Reserved 2016
Categories:
rabbit on, africa, animal,
Form:
Narrative
Sometimes you've got to go through something to get somewhere
You've got to needle through nightmares...where nobody cares
Once soaking in sunshine now drowning in the deep end of the black and the blue
Survival of the savage...you do what you have to do
You've got to get your heart wrecked to get your head right
Swallowed by a serpent...laughing hooker getting high
See you on the other side
You've got to drive through the desert to get to the oasis
Like a rabbit on the run where the wolf controls the races
You've got to keep seeking aces even when the jokers play their jokes on you
You do what you have to do
You've got to get bruised by what's bad to get to what's good
Sometimes you've just got to strike a match to the wood in a forest of fear
Crushed by confusion to get crystal and clear
Risk...Sometimes you just have to take that roller coaster ride
See you on the other side
In the bowels of a beast you travel through many tunnels
You see sad scenes from your life...ugliness now unravels
You've got to go through the terror so you can see through the storm
You've got to give up those ghosts and give it to God
After all you've been through you do what you have to do
Take what is wicked and wrong now living righteous and right
Walking by faith and never by sight
See you on the other side
Categories:
rabbit on, courage, faith,
Form:
Blank verse
eagle soaring high
sharp eyes scan meadow for prey...
rabbit on the run
3-15-2022
Bird Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Categories:
rabbit on, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Nice, nice is the rabbit
Nice, nice is the little rabbit.
Pretty adorable is the rabbit on the picture
Agreeable is the rabbit, there on the little image!
Majestic is that animal, treasure of nature
Simply beautiful, here, is the rabbit!
“My” rabbit is so generous
For sharing a pure moment of happiness:
Acting there as a photo model, full of humanity!
My friend, the rabbit is finally
Example Of the joy OF LIVING…
Let’s do like him:
Let’s enjoy life as it comes…SIMPLY§§
©RITA SOLIS RADIUS. ON JULY, 16th 2015. Poem “The Happy Rabbit”.
Categories:
rabbit on, animal, poems, poetry,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I see little humans playing around
I fly through the clouds to and fro
I fly on the top, to search for prey
I pounce on a rabbit on the go
Extremely high altitudes, I fly on
Everything below looks negligible
Today my leap was higher than ever
To touch the stars, see if it’s possible
My flight can’t feel the pressure today
What happened to the gravity? Where am I?
Everything looks different, lighter I feel
A strong bird I am, but have the urge to cry
A round sphere I see, blue and green
A little further away, is a small whitish thing
On the other side I see, rings around a sphere
No other birds, no sound, nor a blink
I thought I could touch the stars in the sky
Perhaps I went wrong, I can’t see any star
Instead the sun is bigger, shining crudely on me
I’m lost but I recall, there’s a planet called Mars
I fly towards it, to see if life exists
I’m gonna do something even humans haven’t yet
When I reach the planet, I alone will rule
Not that I don’t now, but then I’ll be King
And show all the humans, my regime…
---
by Apoorva Patrikar
for the contest Deep Space Odyssey
sponsored by Nathan
Categories:
rabbit on, adventure, fantasy, planet,
Form:
Ballad
Gabrielle...long ago I fell prey to her predatory spell
like a fallen angel in a bottomless well
twisted tale of love and truth that i've gotta tell
Gabrielle...sweet beauty transforms into a sour beast
from the top of her crown to the bottom of her feet
from the largest to the least
she leaves me weak while she's subtracting my strength
her lunacy has no length
Gabrielle...cold conquest queen
Gabrielle...turning whispers into whirlwinds and dreams into nightmares
her pretty face turns into a menacing stare
where iron eagles dare i fly away with her straight into the sun
i melt in her madness like a rabbit on the run
Gabrielle...blasting shots from her love gun
Gabrielle...running fast forward but i'm still in reverse
what i thought was a blessing was an evil erotic curse
Gabrielle drives the herse and places flowers of forever on my sinful shallow grave
Gabrielle...now eternally i'm her soul slave
Categories:
rabbit on, lovelove,
Form:
Rhyme
The rising of the seventh moon in an ornamental lampshade is equivalent to a nice round smiley dinner plate that had been recently washed,
Recently washed is neither a rotating wimpy wishing walker and neither is it a raspberry wafer wobbling,
It takes a lot of effort to squeeze a giant igloo through the eye of a needle,
And this is not pleasant for the spectating polar bears whose fish was being fried inside the dwelling holes,
But only a mini strawberry could flex the muscles effectively to cause a jam in a mile of traffic,
That is not good news for the jars who are already late and to be late is said to be as irrational as using a fork to make a morning brew,
A stew is far more intelligent than a gravy as many components equal more experience and more experience means that even a metric metre of labelled combinations could entice a bear from a sleeping hole,
But only when wearing a jacket made from paper,
It is nice and neat and true to form,
But format was often found to be a flame of frog leg on a carpet of mystical swirling frogspawn,
It is wise to offer up a little cup of cat milk to the buds then sit back as the colours loop in and swirl in a sky of answers,
But this can simply not be achieved nor archived when the moon is in the bin and the sailors are racing in the sun ship,
A trade is traditional and traditional trade can be nothing more then a hyper-fluted mini skirt of a skating rabbit on a promenade wearing 60 pairs of headphones,
Metronomes moaning making moronic motionless mixes,
And a nice little pair of glasses on the mantle-piece was swaying in the wind but not swearing for swearing was reserved for those who act out tanker talks,
Themes then?
Yes.
Where there were many now there are few.
But in fuse boxes the conversations are often quite absurd and who would put a floating camel in a tank then send it into a plane to cross the clouds,
Criss cross is a cleaning duty for a mission opinionated cloth wearing layers of clothing,
So what will one bring to the fair?
A mare
A single bud
A sanctified saint cushion with sparkles and satin.
And a heron in a pan of water with 60 fish to eat.
Consummation is the creational consumption cream of cropped chartered chunks. Said the 90 feet of cat by a door.
Z Leptailurus serval Z at 54 lemon sponge cakes laughing at 21 empty flan cases.
Categories:
rabbit on, allah,
Form:
It is there at the bottom of my sister’s garden
Resplendent on a Sunday when lights are switched on
Its low ceiling echoing the sound of the singing
Those rich Welsh voices raised in hymnal song
It’s a lowly country church with a pastor
Whose voice raises high in sound when
he preaches about the Almighty
His flock wonders how long before the end
Cos this pastor has a habit of floundering
Will rabbit on for ever more
Those that know this is the sad case
Sits nearest to the escaping door
His congregation started with many
Singing for all their worth the words of God
But after a long long sermon
Not many left to verbally applaud
A reminder from the poem of Robert L Hinshaw led to these words, this church really does exist and the congregation does diminish in size most Sundays.
Categories:
rabbit on, life, sound, sound,
Form:
Free verse
I'm tired of being sensible
when writing words in rhyme,
sometimes I like to rabbit on
with garbage every line.
The meaning that folk get from this
is always new to me,
for there's no purpose in my drift
that I can ever see.
So feel quite free to comment
with critique of all sorts.
Throw me flowers and roses
or point out all my warts.
It doesn't really matter
how you all respond to me,
for this is not the reason
that I'm rambling you see.
I ramble like a blubbering fool
to free words I've not said.
The words that if not written down
would stay within my head.
I throw them out to scatter
so you may collect them all
and see if you make any sense,
the way you see them fall.
So feel quite free to comment
and educate this fool.
Maybe it's you who pick them up
who'll find a golden rule,
to tell me how to mix them
in a really crafty way
that makes them not just rubbish,
but something that’s grand to say.
But till I find the formula
for clearing out my mind,
I’ll write just utter garbage
of the mixed up, mangled kind.
I know it not a masterpiece
or even worth a read,
but hope my words can grow on all
who cultivate my seed!
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
rabbit on, poetry, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
RESTLESS MARCH
the whispering breeze
cats at the open window
a strange restlessness
just one patch of snow
sun glancing off the roof tops
sense the world turning
just one patch of snow
and not a cloud in the sky
a restless sniffing
rabbit on the run
eagle at one thousand feet
strange restless chatter
oh such excitement
not wild just restless twitching
cats open window
cats open window
exciting restless silence
be still aware now
Categories:
rabbit on, nature,
Form:
Haiku
You shine an’ shine in the sky,
An’ shine apart from the stars,
You look very beautiful,
Oh! You beautiful moon
You are a gray disc,
And fairy tales show a rabbit on you,
Your surface is filled with Maria,
Oh! You beautiful moon
Sometimes you become small crescent,
An’ sometimes large gibbous,
Sometimes you become new moon,
Oh! You Beautiful moon
Sometimes the black clouds hide you,
Sometimes the thunder makes you afraid,
But still you face all the sufferings,
Oh! You beautiful moon
You reflect the sun’s light,
An’ the sun doesn’t come in night,
An’ you’re ready to helps us in night,
Oh! You beautiful moon
Categories:
rabbit on, courage, cute love, dance,
Form:
Rhyme