Time Deer Poems

This December day that feels like March or April
Beckons me down to my old thoughtful spot
To the bench on the hill above the lake
Where I...

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Author’s note: The following is in haibun form—poetic prose (microfiction with less than 200 words in this case) coupled with a haiku. It was written...

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Born as an Eagle, I know how to ride the wind
Born during the time of the Deer, I long to roam
Born to learn patience, and...

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The Musk deer searches the forest,
For the fragrance so dear,
She does not know, the musk lies in her navel,
Inviting us to look for virtues within...

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A deer hunter’s daughter

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She illuminates the clock with her laughter,
loves her instagram her tic toc and her saunter,
she goes nowhere near disaster,
she’s got no ear...

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Bambi the deer
Just wanted a friend
She looked high and low
To know end
She searched and searched
Looking to find
One good friend
To just spend time...

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Festive Sing-A-Long Time!

There was dasher and dancer etcetera etcetera
Comet and something and something and blitzen
But do you recaaaaaaaall the most regular plain deer of allllll

BA...

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“Whoso List to Hunt” is a famous early English sonnet written by Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503-1542) in the mid-16th century. 

Whoever Longs to Hunt
by Sir...

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Santa Claus was in a tissy,
At this time of year, he's always busy.
Frantically polishing his big sleigh,
He forgot it was Christmas Day....

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Sam Adams 
Lived in Medford Oregon
Where he ran a vacation home business
And was part of the Ashland Chamber of Commerce
Who were his adopted family

One day...

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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...

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Deer whisperer, had a full schedule, for she was trusted by so many.
She examined reindeer, elk to baby fawn, giving attention and love
They were brought...

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 like deer on alert
 older griefs at standstill.       why? 
 eyes, heart see beyond
...

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In our wigwams we hear tom-toms
Like hearts beating out a greeting;
Seasons in tune with thirteen moons.

In the moon of red grass.
Let the white man come.
There...

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I watched the shiny crow pluck woolly tufts of winter’s suit from deer neck at his springtime molt. 
All gathered in his clamping beak he...

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