Best Stags Poems

`Twas Christmas Eve and in the air a chill 
Rudolph had to stand down cos he felt ill
Santa started to panic
So he sent for a...

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Why is it the intransigent
find the intransigent
to be pigheaded, willful,
inflexible and pertinacious?
Engaging, as it were,
in an endless “tug-o-war”
neither side allowing
for consideration of 
the fallibility of...

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Bluebells curtsy mildew pasture
Vibrant, submissive, indigo chimes
Blooms convene, witnessing daybreak
Vain, boastful, early spring unveils,
English bulbs amidst sweet woodland scent.

Floral rivers flourishing below
The matured red stags...

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In the middle of Asgard, where the Gods and Goddesses live, is Yggdrasil by name, the tree of life is its fame. The eternal green...

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Beltane’s Night
On the eve of Beltane
The Earth’s call rang across hill and heather, towards ford and cliff
From tree to river the door calls, spirits of...

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Late September the hills ring with bellows
as stags roar their challenges with gusto
collecting up the does into large herds
ready to give battle to the very...

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The bright green leaves are turning,
the forests look like burning;
cold weather is returning.

The days are growing shorter,
we're in the third year quarter;
the squirrel becomes a...

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On a cold winter’s morning
in the Wicklow mountains
a lone man stalks the land;
his hound shadows him. 

He moves silently, swiftly,
approaching a clearing
where the pine forest...

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You are the hound the stags of history ran before
I feared your coming before you came
Your panting breath upon my heels
The flames of desires
No tropic...

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Snoopy and Snowman

Snoopy challenged his huge friend, Snowman
Who has no legs, feet and two icicle hands
He gave him snowball and said, “Throw it!
If you can’t,...

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Hunting boars and stags in their rightful seasons,
Just like the Fianna I would have my reasons.
     In whispering woods I’d seek...

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"Precepts of the Aegis-Holder" 

no gorgons here
but 3 of one, yes?
shields raise 
back the dead 
to life 

and phoenix 
from the ashes
spreads its burning wings
feathers...

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There's a chill in the mornin' air as autumn in Vermont unfolds.
Splendor is revealed as trees assume their cloaks of reds and golds!
Fodder shocks gleam...

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I wander down the forest trails
the farmer collecting the last bales
golden brown they shine in the sun
the whirr of wings as birds escape the guns

The...

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Women are seldom powerful
They have endless courage
Can control their rage
And still stay wonderful

Women can be full of common sense
They can control the whole family
Encourage their...

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