Best Stag Poems
THE STAG
It's a creature of vapors mist, existing within a thin veil
Of nothingness, descending from the unknown pastures
Called Nirvana.
A mystical spirit lingering in the sacred meadows of native,
Legends and folklore, a beast of good omens, proclaiming
Peace and tribal bliss.
It's very breath brings forth life itself, in nature's
Spiritual realm, where ever it's hoof's land, the evergreen
Thicket wild, sprouts renewals promise.
Routing it's horns, to a fine points sharpened edge,
The stag shakes the mystical forest free from the chill
Of winter's deadly embrace, and thus welcomes spring
At last.
No such a delicate of Doe appears, than she his mate,
Softest of the brown eyed kindred, gently she approaches
His grand majesty, ever so tenderly and loving.
With sheer grace of step the two merge as one,
Uniting beneath the lunar moon of twilight.
Behold the white light of brilliance's fire, blazing
As a thunder's storm of the eternal, these are creatures
Of God's everlasting flame, burning on the hearth
Of seasonal change.
Hushed is the woodland, as if frozen in a soft pause,
Ascendence illusionary beings transcend the ages,
Flashing in the shimmering glow from the stars
Of heaven itself.
Melting phantom's of illusions, drift amongst
The night sky, leaving their earthy bondage,
Released once more to feast, in the glens of paradise,
Grazing in the meadows most high.
In the wilderness wild life is renewed,
And the goddess of spring praises them, for their
Sacrifice.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Here lies (but I must tell the truth)
A Stag Party Dancer named Ruth
A natural wonder
Who caused priests to blunder
Inside the confessional booth
~"~ Our King of the Glens ~"~
~"~ In proud defense of it's realm ~"~
~"~"Majestic in stance ~"~
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Mystical Red stag altered his stance,
Highland terrain, salutes drifting fog
Enchanted wise eyes, fixated glance
Scent rides harsh winds, exuberant gun dog
Highland terrain, salutes drifting fog
Concealed rifle nose, braggart stalker
Scent rides harsh winds, exuberant gun dog
Trophies, souvenirs, wildlife hawker
Concealed rifle nose, braggart stalker
Game breaking cover, birds soaring high
Trophies, souvenirs, wildlife hawker
Gun shots scatter, death decaying sky
Game breaking cover, birds soaring high
Rustic stamina, unwieldy prance
Gun shots scatter, death decaying sky
Mystical Red Stag, altered his stance
stag nations gore their women to death
wind chills dip harsh freeze
branches snapping under snow~
stag stands frozen still
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A fire burns within my lung
The warrior's heart is just begun
The walk has turned into a burst
The battle horn shall quench my thirst
The sword shall be my compass guide
The saddle bed shall be my ride
A fire caught from only sun
Draw the bow, the stag will run
Chase the battle to the woods
Run the forest as I would
Crush the oak and burn the elm
Trace the game throughout the relm
Draw it back, hear it bend
Loose you arrow, speed shall send
Fell the hunted as the prey
The warrior's cry shall rise that day
As from his death I bring my life
The antler high has followed strife
Around your chest tie his feet
Warrior strong, you will defeat
Form:
I am the stag of seven tines
The yule stag
a roebuck in the thicket
I am the ever hunted messenger of life
5 days during the years end I run
5 days the fey door stands open
5 days pursued by grim death and his hounds
Hard upon my heels
Hasten ready the sun calls
Quicken, race, a son is born
Bringing the yuletide season great cheer
With bells on my antlers, they ring
Flying on Windsong delighting the little king
Flying cross the sunrise
Past a winter sea, I sail
Seeing the ship to see his nativity
Far behind us weep the willows still
Bent with ice as frozen tear,
And branches frail.
Passed the cottage bright with candle
Yellow flame against the night, nearby in a manger
lovely mother Jesus cradling
Joyful tears hitting ground
Prayers answered in holy child
Angel guard against pale moonlight
Closer to the little king I stumble
and bow my head to Mary's little baby,
Death stops, hounds halt their baying
All is quiet, grim death himself bows and turns.
I bow again to the lord of all life
Precious king of all peace and light
Crowned by a star, gold, frankincense, and myrrh,
All this moonlit night.
I remember us
Your voice husked with passion
Your eyes incredulously bright, wet, and near
My will like crumbling dust
It was so sudden and unexpected, your will
To yield from the unimplored edge of fear
And I quivering in the net of your affection
O we quivered in the darkness and was still.
You spoke of love with the tongue of an angel
Penning me with stories that unwrapped your hurt
To comfort you then I would have entered hell
And break the spell of heaven and of earth.
I remember us
Daylight skipping my heart like a stag through green
Of day. I swaddled me in love again
And swallowed me in trust
No blood scent tell I was just another game
The stag is marked by callous whim to die
Over the long years where we ran spilling joy
Not knowing how the hunter sighted it for pain
Nor that love was a skin you would shed, still serene
Like the night when quivering you came.
I heard you on the phone today, and did not cry
To your say, "did I tell you I am wed?"
My heart dessicated, for tears too dry
Said "congratulations," and went to bed.
So it was you left a trail
Betraying me? You whose odor indented the grass
And you did not even shout, "the Philistines are upon you,"
You left me where the knife prevailed
Betrayal of what you said you stood for then
Betrayal of the dream I told no Potipher's wife before
The blood burn black upon the grass is upon you
And still I would redeem at all cost
A Samson blind and stumbling in the scorn of men.
When the moon comes up and he takes your hand
Will he look and see my shadow in your mind
Or feel you quivering like a wind swirled sand
Betrayal begins where the budding heart blooms blind.
The stag was astounded by fox’s nerve.
Not realizing this was no ordinary fox.
You are going to the city? Why? Stag asked.
To peer in and peer out, to unify my flocks.
This is when Stag realized why fox was called Cosmos.
He was not thinking like this world, he was an elemental beast.
A shockingly wise reminder of fables, myths, and legends.
Stag asked for permission. Can I stand here and watch at least?
Sure said Cosmos. You can be my sentry, my look out, my friend.
I have become soft in the safety of heaven. So your eyes please lend.
I might need your help down there in that labyrinth of complex.
Stand on the hill and send prayers. I will start at that duplex.
So Stag stood guard on the hill that night, overlooking the city.
The lights of the heathens began to twinkle shut and down.
The atmosphere felt warmer on the hill, a feeling that was pretty.
Fox gave them his dreams and hopes, spread them all around.
How did it go? Stag asked upon Fox’s wily return to the hill.
They are sleeping on my suggestions, Cosmos said, being humble.
Will they sleep for a long time? Stag asked, in awe still.
Not too long, Cosmos said, and some of them may stumble.
But I came to give them the best suggestions, the ones they can use.
I gave them ideas to ponder and swirl around in the dreams.
It is up to them now to utilize what they know, understood by their muse.
Then Cosmos went back into the atmosphere on moonbeams.
I bargained with God please don't send me back,
unless I can have green eyes like my cat..
I also requested brown stripes on my back.
Earth tones blend in, a well-known fact.
My final petition was to have four legs.
It's much more efficient when chasing stags.
If I must return for one final tour.
Don't make me a human.
I won't endure.
Dare challenge me?
Then be my guest …
The stags enter into a jousting quest,
No time now for antlers to rest,
The challenger locks his horny crest,
With focused stare and forceful zest,
A testosterone and power fest,
Nature at its Darwinian best.
Into the gene-pool
He wished to invest,
Can he suceed,
Survive this test?
It's disgusting I know and I try not to brag
But as hard as I try it blurts out though I gag
Tried hard. can't hold it in
In self adoration I swim
Only a few have equaled this stunning stag
He ventured from
the wooded square acred forest that remained
in search of food and a companion or two,
there was neither;
down along the rows of $600, 000 homes,
5000 square foot monoliths for two and a child
fenced in against the surrounding world,
traveling along, alone on a desolate
macadam paved roads
and the concrete stepping stones
that ached
in the touch on his swollen hooves;
it was the three o'clock hour
the darkness surrounding the early morning hours,
no traffic sounded on the pavement,
he stepped cautiously listening
straining to reach the other side
as the car reared its fender against him
it raced away pushing him to the curb
where he lay slowly dying
stretching his life into extinction
lost to the progress of mankind.
Roaming eyes and heavy brows
The lowly hunter lies in wait
Palms are sweaty as temperature rises
Big red stag he anticipates
Lying and waiting, just anticipating
'Big Game' is the goal
My, my, such a foreigner to spirit and soul
Deciduous trees over beautiful terrain
The peace and calm of a Georgia December
Still lying and waiting, just anticipating
For a prize, a game, a win
Uh oh! Shhhhh, wait!
The sweet rustling and crinkling of leaves and brush
A glorious movement at a distance
'Big Red' the hunter is anticipating
But 'Big White' is coming through the pines
Now, hands grow cold as the temperature drops
Eyes become sullen and the trigger finger stops
The rifle is laid to rest
The white stag emerges and ceases the hunter's quest