Hunt Poems

The Hunt

The hunt for quails had begun.

Two old men sat on a bench on the main street.
A shot rang out of the stillness of the countryside. 
Below one old man, weak-sighted but the sound of hearing, 
raised his head towards the ridge.
"He missed! Surely the fool has missed!" he said.

Up the street, two youths approached, both

Evolution

Once we were hunter-gatherers
tribes grouped outdoors
before the days of yore
now we're hunt and peckers
each cooped indoors
on personal computer keyboards
and way back when
we'd communicate
banging on the drums
yes since then
we've progressed
today we're all
fingers and thumbs

How Has 'Big Blight ' -- Gone Bye?

The prancing Animal
Through the Woods it Went,
That house Full of Wool,
That was Truly — a Tent.

“Has the Hole been Dug?”
How had It Gone?
Hunting the animalistic Bug,
How saddening, Ron.

Antelope, insect,
Appealing or Not,
A many will not be too checked —
As they weren't Noticed -- Through the Knots.

Never, or Ever -- will The Big bug Bite,
Not again For

The Hunting of Boojumous Snarks

The hunting of Boojumous Snark,
It ain't but no kind of a lark.
It's best to wear lead,
From toes to the head,
And aim 'twixt the eyes with a quark.

easter egg hunt

easter egg hunt
for busy little bunnies
childhood memories



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Elysian Custodian - Love Esoteric Hunt

Written: April 4th 2025, for contest sponsored by Brian Strand
 
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April arises with a gentle promise  
crocuses awaken from their winter dormancy —
while vibrant purples adorn the dawn 

nestled amidst luscious emerald 
she sparingly scatters her silk-like haze  
shades meld mellifluously across the valley 
a vibrant

The Hunt

It was a strong opponent,
it fought against us very well.
Many of us were slaughtered
before it finally went down.

Again and again it tried to run,
but we chased it down each time.
We will never give up the hunt.
We will always persevere.

But this one had surprised us;
it flashed its hardened steel.
It cut down many of the pack
and deflected

How to Hunt Love

Throw an arrow, remember to sharpen it before it reaches it's end target 
Who is naïve enough to cross your parameters of closeness 
Capture this person whose mere sight you adore 
Aim at their legs, your prey will land face first on the floor 

Don't be scared, Don't you worry
This is how love is meant

Untitled

polar bears hunt
too much swimming
not enough ice

Letter to Sam Hunt

Dear Sam, hello it’s me, don’t fret
old friend whom I have never met.
I wrote a letter time forgot,
you may ask why, I ask why not?
A sad meditation of late
on our nation’s new police state -
its central thesis at its core
is blame the pimp and shame the whore!
It lay unopen and unread
cos my carrier pigeon fled.
A

ABOUT A LETTER POST-SCRIPT

Thought I perhaps should let all my friends see,
How touched I was on finding this letter to me,
Found by mistake, after so many years,
I collapsed into buckets of tears,
A treasure bequeathed to me, was meant to be.




POST-SCRIPT:
As the writing is faint 
in the scan above I have typed it out 
for ease of legibility. 

Abu

Sir Thomas Wyatt Translations 1

SIR THOMAS WYATT TRANSLATIONS 1

Whoso List to Hunt ("Whoever Longs to Hunt")
by Sir Thomas Wyatt
loose translation/interpretation/modernization by Michael R. Burch

Whoever longs to hunt, I know the deer;
but as for me, alas!, I may no more.
This vain pursuit has left me so bone-sore
I'm one of those who falters, at the rear.
Yet friend, how can I draw

Strayed Sheep - William Holman Hunt

Straying away from the straight path
in search of sumptuous grass, 
Me and my friends meander to the mountain top
on a crisp clear sunny day, 
The cottony white clouds mirror our soft tufts of wool,
The sea is calm today, unlike us, who are restless;
Raff rests his weary head on Walter, 
Sophie and Sara lay down side

Scavenger Hunt

                      Their feathered shields
                      like steel, shimmer in sunlight.

    

Chaucer Translation: Welcome Summer

Welcome, Summer
by Geoffrey Chaucer
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Now welcome, Summer, with your sun so soft,
since you’ve banished Winter with her icy weather
and driven away her long nights’ frosts.
Saint Valentine, in the heavens aloft,
the songbirds sing your praises together!

Now welcome, Summer, with your sun so soft,
since you’ve banished Winter with her icy weather.

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