Hounds Poems | Examples

Giving the Hounds the Slip

  
     plopping down ‘midst marshmallow grounds
        the bunnies advanced by leaps and bounds

     ahead of the hounds who the marshmallows found
        ~ tastier than bunnies pound-for-pound

Tradin’ Coon Hounds

Heard my dad mutter, a hundred greenbacks,
you trying to give me a heart attack.

For that much money, truth be told,
that dog of yours had better crap gold.

Then dad hemmed and hawed,
grumbled and guffawed,

Wiped his lips and said with a smile,
“Just let me chew on it for a while.”

Pretty soon dad stood and said, 
how about I trade you Stumpy instead.

Sonny grinned but said, don’t quite seem fair,
but if’n you throw in Sue, that’d make a good pair.

Then they hiked up their pants leg to sit.
leaned forward over the ash can and spit,

They took another drink of white port wine,
after a while dad said,”Reckon that’ll be fine.”

With a handshake the deal was done,
each one sure they just got the best one.

Then they threw away the bottle’s plug,
and sat there til they finished off that jug

Boyhood Memories

Carolina home
In the great Palmetto State
Place where I was born

Boy was free to roam
On a ninety-acre farm
Free from fear and harm

In dirt, sand or mud
We sandlappers had it all
To work, play, or brawl

Turning the dark dirt
Putting the hounds on the trail
Tussling with cousins

Having dirt clog fights
Making toys out of pine bark
Plowing fertile fields

Running through the pines
Wading through the boggy swamp
Swinging from a vine

Down in  muddy swamp
Turtle is called a “cooter”
Anglicized slave word

So my cousin says
Parents were missionaries
Belgian Congo

Many days have gone
Much water under the bridge
Since I left that home

Days of yesteryear
Now, home is where I reside
But memories last

Bone Beach

Lamenting land of broken hearts left to bleed
Mahogany misery loves company on bone beach

Seas of skeletons once were hearts on sleeves
Littering black sands like sea shells knee deep

See here the hand that was severed for theft
Stealing for reasons to feed others and self

Now a part of bone beaches black sand
And in the sinful world is a handless man

See here there is a woman without her womb
She killed her children during a full moon

She blamed it on a black man sealing doom
She is destined to a bone beach tomb

The hounds of hell will chew and chew
On all the bones and skulls for food

Never will be full despite what’s consumed
For they too are damned with hunger so huge 

Bone beach is where elephants go to die
Bodies bloat souls fly high

But for those who have blackness inside
Outcast to black sands hell hounds eat you alive

Hounds and Jackals

A government of feral Jackals

The masses bound with chains and shackles 

They infect us all with fear and lies

Empty promises from empty eyes 

As our lives move and rearranges

We struggle on while nothing changes 

They sympathize with our frustrations 

Then hound us all for more donations 

They say it with such sincerity 

But it's just for their prosperity 

It's ludicrous and quite defeating

When will history stop repeating

the hounds of hell

my husband and I both like to keep weird hours
we can be up all night
or part of the night
and be happy during the day

until a delivery man comes
and the hounds of hell begin their braying
we have two large dogs with barking voices
they do not like strangers

the delivery man runs from the scene
thinking they are at his heels
they are not
they are hiding behind us
barking dire warnings to the intruder

Hounds of Yesterday

There’s a howling in the air tonight
A baying at the moon
For the hound is running free again
And his voice has joined the tune
Of a thousand other voices
That echo through the years
And a certain blue-tick calling
– She’s calling through my tears

They’re in the backwoods running now
Like in a younger age
Baying on the trail with joy
As they did just yesterday
With their feet, like wings, a'flying
As they gulp the happy air
Wild-eyed little maniacs
Without a worldly care!

Do you hear them now, my darling?
Do you see them in the fields
The sun upon their shadows, the wind
Blowing through their ears?
As you know you’ll always see them
And hear them from afar
Romping through the atmosphere
From star to shining star

Now they pause in listening silence
As if they seem to sense
The presence of our memories
In the near but distant past –
For their memories, as such they keep
Are as near as mine today
Which holds them still, while still I weep
For my hounds of yesterday –

Fox and Hounds

quick brown urban fox
dodges howling hounds from hell
crossing motorway

Hounds

Hounds are around
They want to hunt,
Real film real stunt..

Hounds

hounds across the creek
have something bayed....
brown thrasher lands

The Hounds Are Barking Still

My slumber knows no measure...
There be no sleep for me.
The hounds are barking through the night
For immortality.

I toss them a leg of hubris
And a banal cliche for slight effect.
But their hunger goes unsated...
I lay waste my self-respect.

A few platitudes and twaddle
Are quickly gobbled by the beasts.
I make an honest effort at contrition
To give aid to my relief.

But my words of self-castration
Seem to energize the hounds.
I further try to appease and quantify...
But I'm losing precious ground.

I prostrate a harried confession.
My delusive sins are now a flood.
The wolf stands menacingly astride my door...
The beast has tasted blood.

Again... I apologize now threefold times
Using paper, pad and quill.
But it matters not to feed the beasts...
The hounds are barking still.

              The End

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The Hounds of Hell

Summer’s almost over - that convalescent state
where successive modes of pleasure
were the order of the day.
Now fall commands awakening -
drive simplicity away! The hounds
of hell are yelping that it’s time to banish play.
They cry “forget unscheduled hours 
that owned no share of care - the virtual halls
are scheduled and we’ll soon see you there.”
No apotropaic magic can delay my slated fate - 
to pixelated halls of learning I must soon acclimate.

Judge Hounds Are Here

Judge hounds are here
We scoff
Knowing the truth

Worry!
Given telepathically
I laugh

We are all sinners
and saviors

The Hounds of Hell Released

The Hounds of Hell Released

Blood-spattered feathers on broken wings,
and the Age of Angels and Light was undone.
A black mantle of terror and darkness descended,
as the red-hot lips of hell opened wide, belching out 
war-thirsty hounds that shredded peace to pieces.

10-31-2015

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Baying Hounds

BAYING HOUNDS

I will forsake them
ignore them-- the
baying hounds of 
my
heart and head
sad-eyed and old  
with
belly slumping
to the ground

awaiting…

another silent
turn of the moon
to promote their
noisy- toothless
challenges
summoning lupine
lore

stirring up a storm of
maddening mental 
architecture
with the chase
of foreplay
foray and
glory

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