Long Deer Poems
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I live for the evening when the moon is alive,
Winking at me, showing me the stars
Thousands of others are seeing them too.
Maybe from other universes also.
I live for the nights when the air is cool,
And the roosters have stopped crowing,
And the world is asleep. It is so soothing.
I can meditate, and it is ever so relaxing.
I live for dusk when the owl begins her hoot.
And the cat runs away, to hunt in the wilds.
I live for the dark, where the wild plants thrive.
And the tiny bugs slip into a nightly slumber.
I live for the moments that my world is asleep
And the raccoons come to the porch
And delight me with their childlike antics.
And the deer come up and give me a nod.
Gentle giant in the sky, as you wait for your guests to arrive, I will bed down on your forest floor, and listen to your beautiful sounds, I hear crickets, birds, snakes galore, all going about, looking for some nutritious eats, we all must nourish our souls with whatever nature provides.
It's spring here now, that only means one thing, the deer are running about, giving birth to their young, and finding out, only the strong will survive in this vast forest we have.
I can hear the gentle majestic creatures,they are flying high above our heads above, they are coming to bed on your special branches Oyami tree, aren't You happy now? They are beautiful beyond words, they land on my head, not a muscle I move, for I have been waiting forever for this to come about.
Dear strong Oyami tree, how I wish people knew, how truly special this moment is, to be surrounded by unimaginable beauty, wings of orange and black, a insect so small, yet so strong, they have chosen your strong branches to make as their safe home, I know they are safe from cold, heat and harm, Won't you join me in singing my song of praise? For the majestic monarch butterfly is again home to wish us peace, love, and to say we are finally one..
Mountain ranges all blurry
peeking through the mist
The sun is still rising
as it does the mist disperses
Showing us crevasses
faint wandering paths
near to steep ravines
trees dotted around
A quiet magical time
follows the dawn
deer appear to drink
the eagle swoops
Every where a surprise
snowdrops nestling
in a patch of snow
startling in their beauty
Loud raucous sounds
from the nesting crows
splendid ancient trees
by the winding path
High up is the summit
we toil to reach it
resting awhile to drink
in our surrounds
At last we are there
and it was worth it
at our feet valleys
full of wild flowers
All around pure magic
the vista so fresh
its images so sharp
here is an unspoilt place
If a tiger would come alive,
from my paintings and sketches,
Could you make a wild guess,
What it would be.
Would he attract the tigress in the thicket,
would he show his skills with a quick kill or two,
Would he roam around the jungle majestically,
as if he were the king of the forest.
Would it be a young and macho breed,
With the vibrant stripes of black and yellow,
With his snarling ferocious teeth and whiskers,
Would he scare away the flock of deer at the river banks?
My cat loves my paintings,
She likes the colors, birds, and flowers,
She did not like the looks of tiger,
Jumped over the painting, tiger face looks all shattered.
Lions, tigers and bears alarm me, no-brainer!
Zookeepers seem to like them and circus trainers.
Some blokes put gray in your hair - like Freddy Krueger
but strokes are not funny, I panic 'round cougars.
Pythons, parrots and apes distress me, no-brainer
Crocodile Dundee was just an entertainer.
Trees are traps and leopards lie perfectly still there,
they'll permanently jeopardize lots more than hair.
Gray wolves, foxes and deer upset me, no-brainer
Forest rangers take care and jungle campaigners.
Locks don't stop gorillas, stray geese or grizzlies
merely seeing them turns my locks to frizzlies.
Toadfrogs, lizards and hares concern me, no-brainer.
Steve Irwin, I am not, should I make it plainer?
Lions, tigers and bears make me sweat unaware,
wild animal beasties leave me pulling my hair.
"Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days
Of my life and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord for ever."
"i shall enter his courts with thanksgiving in my heart. I shall
Enter his gates with praise. I shall say this is the day which
The Lord has made. I will rejoice for he has made me glad."
"Oh give thanks to the Lord; for he is good and his mercy
Endures for ever." "Let Israel hope in the Lord; for with
The Lord there is mercy, and with him is plenteous redemption."
He will hear the cries of the righteous whenever they shall plead
For mercy. He will shower them with abundant blessings.
The cups of the righteous shall over flow because of his never
Ending goodness and abundant mercy. I shall sing of the
Mercies of the Lord forever. With my mouth I shall make
Known his faithfulness and his righteousness.
Throughout all generations. Over all the nations of the world.
His banner over me is love. His banner over me is love.
Bless the Lord O my soul and let praises spring forth from
My mouth liken unto springs of living water. As the deer
Pants for the water, my soul does long for you. Your
Goodness and mercy are renowned among all of Israel.
And the courts of the righteous will burst open wide.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 20, 2020
No bank of the sky ocean there are
No horizon in the blue wave of river
The melodious tone of Hendrix guitar
Comes to me from the pink cloud bar
Oh, no thunder, it’s white winter now on
Warmed cake with coffee in frosty dawn
Green heart comes with Rabindra music
I smell you in the rising sun musk to lick
No flower on the garret’s tub is blooming
Yet amorously the divine scent is coming
Oh, musk that is from the inimitable deer
I’m enthralled; I’m astounded to get ever
It’s mine; it’s mine love always by nature
O let me live long with the musk forever
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
16/01/2023
MUSK Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Dearest Cousin Madelyn,
Let’s sit in the rowboat, near the dawn’s verdant shore.
Where a squirrel sits under the Oak, that we once...so adored!
We can discuss music, or our fabulous families’activities.
Later, listen to jazz, Dave Brubeck, who was our sweet, chosen proclivity.
It was so fantastic, to be blessed with an intelligent cousin,like you.
Teaching me, oh so many things, I did not know how to do.
And,now, alas, you have gone to be in the heavens above.
You, Madelyn, who was the gentlest epitome of love!
Illness robbed this earth of your laughter and endless mirth.
You never whined about pain, you were not one to whine about hurt!
You are free now to explore the marvels of your beloved, outer space.
I can see that majestic, starlit, smile on your face.
We join here today at a Celebration of Your Life.
The spirit of you, is here, gently erasing our earthly strife.
Love,
Cousin Pangie
Dedeication. Madelyn was a poet here for a only a brief period of time. She was, by then, too ill to write.
Like many here, she was a teacher! In Wisconsin~ who specialized in science.. Her biggest thrilll was winning an award and going to where Astronauts train.
A teacher who actually taught for the joy of being with children~not a large paycheck or more days off. Madelyn also taught skiing on the weekends in the hills of Wisconsin.
She had no love for those out the destroy the Comstitution or American values.
She was a true Pariot.
A lover of animals, she fed the deer in her backyard, loved flying, boating, water skiing and sno-shoeing!
Her life was about service and love...of those countries from whence her grandparents came. Intensely, proud. And she was a world traveler, too.
5/16/2022
Late in the day or afternoon
From windows in our living room
We watch deer begin to gather
Leaping over fences in fields
Searching eagerly for their meals
To our front porch they meander
Mothers protective of their fawn
Will hide them in brush all day long
Clear skies or inclement weather
They watch us and nearer venture
On alert for signs of danger
Beginning March to September
Late in the day or afternoon
Unless noise scares them off soon
Some two to twelve whitetailed deer
Nibble tender sprouts of green grass
Or fresh-cut hay and sassafrass
It's common for them to appear
In gardens or fields of soybeans
Or frozen in our headlight beams
Which can cause us panic and fear
If it is in the dead of night
Or maybe right before daylight
Forcing vehicles to steer clear
Running deer are graceful and swift
Depends on how contact is made
Both a delight and a real risk
May 14, 2018
Hutinashro Contest by Connor Lotts - Iambic Tetrameter
2 stanzas 12 lines each 8 syllable lines AABCCBDDBEEB
3rd stanza ABA
Here comes Spring, sweeter than ever,
Come everyone and let us sever,
Sunlight finally returns in great mass,
The deer leaps on the tall grass,
Can you hear the trees speaking,
All the flowers are springing,
Ice breaks and the waterfalls cascade down,
Rivers smoothing out the soapy pebbles now,
Jolly ducks take a bath in the warm lake,
Frogs leaping on the lily pads as they shake,
Dragonflies and butterflies discover the new season,
Listen there, villagers dance with good reason,
Singing madrigals, beating drums and shaking tambourines,
Honey tastes far more sweeter than the tangerines,
Roses perfume the land,
Grapevines never looked so glad,
Again, Spring is here,
Shout out and give a loud cheer!
For the Gardens of Eden,
Ladybugs and laughter even.