Long Antlered Poems

Softest whispers as I do pass

‘Oh wandering Watcher

Your path has led you here

We wait for the One to come’


‘Are you truly the One to write it?‘


Softer whispering's

‘How will it be true written... in Blood, Fire,...

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I know of a river of more than average 
Sorts...
Meandering, when not dallying to maunder,
Between many differing contours 
And unruly contorts;
Where a privileged youth once
Happily sought -
Pursuing about his passions
In the traditional methods 
By which...

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Lost beneath the mantle of ancient trees
On crumbling road I hope will lead to you
Cold and weary, near falling to my knees
By lantern light, the world is painted blue

Searching for hours to find a sign...

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In ancient looms of my homeland,
Fairies once shuttled across threads of rainbows
Weaving folklores of gods and goddesses.

Our tapestry needed no haberdashery of
Brabubahanas and Chitrngadas or a vijay panchali,
For no tantric-needle knitted our folktales.

I want to...

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There’s an old village green where a marquee was seen
I don’t do ‘Bah humbug’, don’t want to be mean
A little fake snow ain’t a Christmassy scene
But the reindeer and Santa Claus might well have been

But...

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They say you don’t need one for self-defense,
that this no longer is the ‘Wild West,’
and we should leave such things to the police,
just sit and wait for them, that would be best.
But when seconds count,...

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The Whos down in Who-ville have no reason to dread
The fake skinny Santa wearing a coat colored blood red.
They sleep soundly, delighting that tomorrow is Christmas Day.
One tiny Who, Cindy Lou, comes up to fake...

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The gun seems gun-shy in this space;
where deer hides hang on rustic walls
and granddad-tick-tocks beat, instead
of hearts in hollowed skins. The gun

 a “trophy-bagger” in its rack, 
 a loud-mouth predator at rest,
 this motherless,...

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Petals are withering on late blooming roses 
My Summer garden is beginning to fade
Maples are shedding their last clinging leaves
Amber fields are ready for Fall's gathering

There's a faint chill wafting in the air.
I call it...

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The light is fading, evening breaks
Between the oaken woods and lake,
It's time to finish with the row
And homeward bound, the trail to take.

With rake in hand I turn to go
To find my pick axe and...

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You may shoot a round of golf with your goofy neighbor Rolf,
or smack handballs 'round until your fingers bleed.
You may pump your mountain bike up the peak named after Pike,
and I'm sure we'll all applaud...

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Stars are in wide sky all over adorning;
Left when they saw start of next warning;
Flowers flourished and are fully bloomed;
Here, there and everywhere as I assumed.

Nature near and far would normally appear
Just like she had...

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A snow white deer was downed by a hunter.
A once in a lifetime trophy, he boasted.
Some folks were crimson pissed 
because a snow-white deer is very rare,
a sign of good things to come. 

The purist...

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To create a picture two or three faint lines are drawn
To establish the perspective of what's  yet unseen
To let eyes to travel easily and harmoniously  over it.
Like smoke rising over a  newborn...

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The phone app said "unhealthy"
To describe Denali's air.
The sky was gray and smoky
All the hours we were there.

So we were disappointed;
Thought the day would be a bust
'Til somebody hollered "Moose!"
Our brakes kicked up a heap...

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Looking to God’s glorious sky reigning over His creation
As all of His birds fly above each and every single nation
From the tiniest of insects to the very large Great Whale
In all of it His Glory...

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A frosty mist caressed my face
As I chanced upon the place
Sitting high upon my load
Of pine logs on this snowy road

Urging Mike and Molly on
With steady strides their carillons
Were jingling-jangling through the air
And mingling with...

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If you were at the zoo today,
Perhaps you also viewed
Some bison and a tiger
With a regal attitude.

Some antlered deer and tortoises,
Some lemurs, fish and snakes
And every creature making sounds
That Old MacDonald makes.

But if you were...

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Gambling in the forest took on a whole new flavor today.
The princess Adrianna joined us, bringing dice to the fray.
We shook them and threw them, hoping for the big win.
Antlered deer had trouble, his hoofs...

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I don’t remember 
much about the day the deer jumped 
the fence and broke its neck.  

Late summer and I inhaled 
the plump morning air—red 
apples, brown
sugar and grass, my 
pudgy feet padding the...

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