Hare Poems

Trapped in a Bubble

Hare trapped in a bubble,
Too pained by the capture;
Yet chews its last supper.
Even joy precedes pains—
    stop your stare,
    dare to help.
    Though I err,
    spare some love,
    wipe my tear.

The Turtle and the Hare

Did you know that Turtle soup,
Is a favorite of the group?
What a shame to taste so good,
When you do as turtles should.

Rabbits run a faster race,
Turtles try to keep the pace,
But they cannot match the speed,
When a rabbit takes the lead.

Rabbits too are tasty treats,
When they pay for their defeats,
But the turtles always face,
Someone faster

Tick Toking

Oh me, oh my,
How time keeps tick-tocking by!
Each year shaves pounds of days off the next
Unburdened, it races on, faster and faster yet.
We say, "Wasn't it yesterday or maybe just last week?" 
Or "where'd the time go?! Damn the thief!"
Summer break was the Tortoise in our youth, 
but then we understood the stories moral and

Haribol

My dear Lord Hari,
You are the supreme attainment for all living beings.
Each day devotees drink the nectar of chanting your holy name.
They pray to the acharyas
To understand your pastimes, 
Which is like food for the stomach,
And honey to the ear.
Blessed are those who take shelter of your lotus feet,
Where even the lowest of creatures may

The Tortoise and the Hare, Revised

    The tortoise ran his race
       far, far off the pace
    While the speedy hare
       zoomed from here to there

    Yet when they tallied up the score
       the

Tortoise and the Hare: NEW Poetic Format COMPLETED

Tortoise looked, couldn't see, hare disappeared.
Only him, tortoise win, hare reappeared.

the sportsmanship that
honesty competes often
eludes the cheaters

The Word of Life is joy everlasting.
In the game of life, we win, lose, and die,
patterns reasoning; be glad we're living.
Living for the trice, losers don't comply,
trifles our distractions are ankle-deep. 
Count on time won't add up you'll meet

Tortoise and the Hare: Part V of a NEW Poetic Format

The hare expected to win and the tortoise knew he would lose--too much and too little of themselves, until fate intervened.

One sat under the apple tree until an apple fell on its head, and the other was on top of that tree, simply going out on a limb.

Tortoise and the Hare: Part IV of a NEW Poetic Format

L-Speed misjudged its breaks; odds knew--widow's mite.-a
E-Live yond your means, who are your family.-b
T-A hard worker, big spender, works in spite,-a
T-Jones styles for their smiles save one--their envy.b
E-Live simple, live smart unlike ducks and drakes,-c
R-odds knew--widow's mite; speed misjudged its breaks.-c

Tortoise and the Hare: Part III of a NEW Poetic Format

B-The Word of Life is joy everlasting-a
E-In the game of life, we win, lose, and die-b
T-patterns reasoning, be glad we're living-a
T-living for the trice, losers don't comply,-b
E-trifles our distractions are ankle-deep.-c
R-Count on time won't add up you'll meet Grim Reap.-c

Tortoise and the Hare: Part II of a NEW Poetic Format

the sportsmanship that
honesty competes often
eludes the cheaters

Tortoise and the Hare: Part I of a NEW Poetic Format

Tortoise looked, couldn't see, hare disappeared.
Only him, tortoise win, hare reappeared.

TORTOISE AND HARE: FROM RACE TO FRIENDSHIP

“A Tortoise and Hare decide to race. The hare is so confident in the lead that he naps while the tortoise keeps going to win.” Aesop’s Fable

Learning from their practical contest

Hare and tortoise built friendship, really best

Helping each other with kindness’ zest

Complementing one another to the fullest

Hare in running fast, finding nest of sweet rest

Christmas Surprise for Mr Hare

The rabbits in the village got together
In all kinds of situations and bad weather
To construct a marvelous bed for Mr. Zee.
He thought of others all the time you see.

He had given his own bed away.
To a rabbit family in need one day.
He gave away his dresser too.
To a swindler named Betsy Lou.

Mr. Zee was shocked

Fox and Hare

The fox and the hare
in a race for survival
the fox goes hungry

A True Story of Humpty Dumpty

I was sitting on the wall
And I suffered a great fall
Stupid horses came around
Couldn’t see me on the ground
Then of course, Kings men attend
None of them knew how to mend
They kicked off my pieces, scattered
Left me lying ruined, shattered
Then Mad Hatter picked my bits
Took me home in paper sheets
Glued me thoroughly, with care
And his company,

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