Trophy hunt has no murder degree
Established by international law
What’s the point, if there’s one, tell me
Why a beast must be killed, what for?
I'm afraid there is no such law
For there are no united nations
They all died in the recent war
For the human depopulation
Now the nature is resting, at last
The grey and white grasses stand high
The cement trees spreading fast
Their branches towards the beige sky.
Ocean wake
Longing for a rest
Decides time for a break
Reaching land, sounding a thunderous shake
Delivering crimson colors, courtesy of a spring friendly pest
Ocean wake
Hiding deadly evils, created with mother nature's stake
Cleaning up the murderous dining hour debatable test
Decides time for a break
Pondering action of a perceived, underwatering menacing fake
Presenting bridging evidence, hoping the harboring fugitive will confess
Ocean wake
Protecting situation, it did make
Creating a bloody mess
Decides time for a break
Remember when flowing in a timid lake
Where rough behavior is less
Ocean wake
Decides time for a break
Do poets hunt?
Trapping words in their nets
Plucking the best
Throwing the rest
With a kiss for later
Do they scour the seas?
With ravenous eyes
Only to drown in meter waves
Do they climb the highest peaks?
Race through buttercup vales
Pass a thousand souls
Who pick at their scabs?
That weep blood for rhyme
Until they are scarred
Will time test
Show favour to a vacant mind
When dry words choke
The most eager smith
Until the rain returns
And stanzas flow like rivers
The poet reborn
And everything in the world is right once more
The taste of blood is on his tongue
A scent carried by the wind
Haunches move to a rhythmic song
A song only he can hear
Beneath the moons dim glow
His eyes have found the prey
His mind is drawn to slender throat
And flesh torn away
He is the horse and rider
A silent Death approaches
Space between the two grow tighter
But only one will notice
The reapers shadow cloaked in fur
A scythe sent to harvest
A single lone but deadly cur
Twisting through the forest
Upon his pounce, the kill is swift
His jaws are locked in place
A final jerk and bones are split
A painting of gore and grace
Now to return, since he's through
With another life he's smothered
A Death to all that he pursues
A savior to his brothers.
Christopher Pitts/2019
Lisbon, Cuba, Romania.
Where else could I go?
I wish I could enjoy the run, but your shadow engulfs the view.
I wish I could change my name, but my body is vexed with yours.
I wish I could leave you behind, but I always leave a trail of fear for you to sniff out.
Like a panther, memorising the luxurious, frantic pounding of my heart.
A shameless part of me thrills at the hunt.
The music blasts in my ears, a roaming beat that caves my heart in remembrance of you.
And of how you never really stay in remembrance.
I loathe you.
The rough stubble I cannot resist, the black swallowing me along with your irises, the way you breath my name, so electrifying and so utterly haunting.
I hate you.
And I hate how deliciously and desperately I crave you.
I want to vanish.
I want to hide.
I want to win this round.
And in the next round I want you to find me.
I want you to bite me.
I want you to pull my hair and tell me I have nothing beyond the bars of your arms.
I want to run forever.
I want to fight forever.
I want to be yours forever.
Hunt me.
Kill me.
Love me.
‘She stood in a nimbus of vernal light’
Sniffing the silent statue with her sight.
Inspired by: Time Single Regret by Sotto Poet (2025)
‘the truth done bent my ear; it whispered soft and long’
it soared before my vision; caped in gentle song
Inspired by : the truth, by Becky Forbes (2025)
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Just for five minutes
I let go of my limits
Inspired by Just For Five Minutes by Wisdom Preach (2025)
"it realizes that we're no longer just fingertips apart?"
This illusion of love seems a parody within my heart.
Line 1 inspired by (Jenna Logan) (Just fingertips apart) (Posted in 2023)
“fertile ground for mending broken fences,”*
illumined mind breeds wisdom* from God to strengthen legacy-braces
*Inspired by: An Ode to my Brain, by Suzette Richards (2025)
**Proverbs 2:6 For the Lord giveth wisdom: out of his mouth cometh knowledge and understanding.
November 15, 2025
7th place, "Metaphor Treasure Hunt" Couplet Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Suzette Richards; judged on 11/21/2025
‘A truth, once bright now in a shadowed vase,’
My lost love brings pain and joy, simultaneous.
‘The sadness will last forever’
But it will define me never
Inspired by Death Bed Poetry: Vincent Van Gogh by Iza Garcia Alonso, 2025
Sara Etgen Baker's poem, "The Habitual Sky"
"Midnight's inkwell spills across the city's throat"
Psychopath comes alive, seeks body of one he smote
Metaphor Treasure Hunt
"From a tree of thorns and creepy bushes,"
To a sun-kissed rose glistening in dew
Inspired by: The Red, Red Rose, by Jesudason Atputharajah (n.d.)
"From a tree of thorns and creepy bushes,"
To a sun-kissed rose glistening in dew
Inspired by: The Red, Red Rose
by Jesudason Atputharajah (n.d.)
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