Hounding Poems - Poems about Hounding

I-95, I-80, I-78 or Route 1 Destined schedule with luggage The journey The start The Distance Long haul ride Recline and Relax Rest stops Destined Towns and Major Cities High Mountains The uphill and downhill range Highways to off ramps Panoramic scenery Towns people wave Feeling of welcome America’s history reflecting back 4 Days in Hours, Minutes and Seconds Life thought of reckon Observe and admire Sunrise to sundown The journey on until Arrival to Destined...

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(Sunstones sunrise, 2024) Sunstones We head off into the middle of nowhere To spend a night at Sunstones rock hounding site. The afternoon sun beats down As we wander around the desert Looking for something to keep. Like so many before us we scour the ground. But without much expectation Just being here is good enough. And it’s a metaphor for something bigger And much more...

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When are you going to fix the garage door? He had just gotten home from an eight-hour-day. Was barely in the house when she began harping. Can I please put on my comfy clothes first? He wondered. She followed him into the bedroom. You said you would fix it this week, she said. He shut his eyes, trying to shut...

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He wanted to rest. She wanted to pester. His eyes closed. She yelled “Lester!” The garage door needs fixing, she began to fester. He was getting tired of his wife, Old Ester. Can I please have a tiny bit of peace? She asked if he had yet signed the lease. He was exhausted from an eight-hour day. She wanted him to work;...

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From the egg comes the Prince, He’s got a long way to go, He can only become King, When the Prince has to go It’s in his darkness that he learns to grow, From the seed to the tree, How big can he be? He looks up, he looks down, His balance, the middle ground He must go back to the egg, To release the...

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Dismount, the horse is dead I say. He keeps blathering on, Saying things to bring me down Tries to lasso me with negativity Annoyed that I have retained my idealism Angry at my optimism Wanting to smear my joy on the floor of the barn. I smell the hay and the manure Still I will not relent Dismount, the horse is dead, I say. The...

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Lost within the corridors of my mind, With no end in sight, I panicked in fright, For shadows hound, And the ground groans, Were must I go, To and fro My mind gos, What is this madness, Infecting, Spreading, My mind runs away from me, Oh god the shadows hound, running me into the ground....

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