Long Hare Poems
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G-od's message of salvation
L-eads one toward true life;
I-nspired by the Lord's wisdom,
C-hosen ones win over the strife.
E-verlasting life it brings,
R-egardless of one's race;
I-n the kingdom of heaven,
O-ne will receive eternal grace.
S-hare the message of salvation,
A-llow it to reach all men;
N-ever neglect our duty
T-ill they all become brethren.
O-nly the message of salvation can make man truly content;
S-olid faith can he possess, to God he'll be obedient.
J-une twelfth early morn, it's more than birth celebration,
R-eady to spread and share God's message of salvation.
They have lots of hare in them, he warned me, but that was okay.
My family has a lot of hair too, even at the end of our life.
I still want to meet them. I told him. “Because that’s, okay.”
He added, “One of them has already consented to be my wife.”’
They are identical twins, he said, but you can tell them apart readily.
I hoped he was right; for I have trouble sometimes with the close up see.
We were ushered into their parlor where the gorgeous girls appeared in sight.
Their hair was longer than I expected. But their smiles were big and bright.
This is my beloved, Francie, he told me. And her sister Prancie May.
Moment I turned and saw her knew I could easily fall in love that day.
Long beautiful hair always makes me want to be romantic and swoon.
We were soon both completely in love and quite over the moon.
I brought her to dinner and the relatives could not top laughing at me.
Think it is a riot that even with Coke bottle glasses I can barely see.
They are jealous darling, my betrothed said. Do not let it bother you.
My mother was thrilled with our litter, grandchildren one to forty-two.
Farcical fancies,
Woodland rhymes,
These are not just
For bedtimes!
Farcical fancies,
Wait and see;
You’ll repeat them
Back to me!
—————
Woodpecker, really,
Won’t you hush!
By now, aren’t your
Brains all mush?
Woodpecker, silly,
Watch your head!
If I did that,
I’d be dead!
—————
Polliwog, Bullfrog,
Here’s a joke
It’s so bad,
You’ll want to croak!
Polliwog, Bullfrog
Deep, deep voice:
Burping flies;
He’s got no choice!
—————
Squirrely Tree Rat
In that tree,
Why you looking
Down at me?
Squirrely Tree Rat,
He rebuts
Accusations
That he’s nuts!
—————
Tadpole, thrashing
In the bog.
All grown up now,
You’re a frog!
Froggy, ribbiting
Never stops.
Come too close,
Away he hops!
—————
Armadillo,
He’s all that:
Cross between a
Tank and rat!
Armadillo,
Eating grubs,
Always messing
Up my shrubs!
—————
Turtle, tortoise,
Slowly roams
Wherever he goes,
Right at home!
Turtle, tortoise,
I can’t tell;
Scared and hiding
In your shell!
————
Coney, Bunny
Best beware:
Old Coyote’s
Lurking there!
Coney, Bunny,
Coyote’s there!
Hide the brush,
He likes your hare!
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Slippery, slimy
Snail’s so slow
Need a car ride?
Yes, car, go!
Seek and find
The slimy snail.
He can’t hide;
He leaves a trail!
—————
Sleeps all day,
The wise old owl,
Nighttime comes,
He’s on the prowl.
Little field mouse,
Brown and cute.
Owl is coming;
Time to scoot!
—————
Earthworm rain dance,
Wiggle, shout!
Best take cover,
Sun is out!
Night, night, crawler
Never learns.
Robin’s early;
Gets the worm!
—————
Red and wobbly,
Spotted fawn
Scampering
Across the lawn!
Hears a noise,
Trouble knows;
Back to mother
Quick, she goes!
—————
Old Man Crow struts,
Shouts caw! caw!
Tells the world
About what he saw.
Old Man Crow,
Word to the wise:
Caws because he’s
Full of lies!
Miz Liberty welcomed Luigi to America's shores to begin a brand new life.
He arrived at Ellis Isle with piles of baggage, three kids and his addled wife.
He knew not a word of English but there's one thing he understood;
He must soon learn the baffling lingo so as not to be misunderstood!
Luigi enrolled in an English class and was bewildered from the start,
Trying to absorb the meaning of various words the teacher did impart!
There were so many words that sounded alike that he could not construe,
And how to fit them in a sentence or a conversation, he had not a clue!
"For example" he asked, "How and when do I use-a you, yew and ewe?
Please-a told me once-a more when it's-a proper to use-a do, dew and due!
When I visit da zoo, is da beast in da cage called a new, knew or gnu?
Can you tell-a me if da tree colors in fall are called hue, hew or Hugh?"
"How can I know if I use-a these-a words correctly, too, to and two,
Or if I get-a sick which of these-a words do I use-a, flew, flu or flue?
I'm-a having all kinds of troubles with these-a words, heir, hair and hare!
In da market I can't figure if I should ask da man for a pare, pair or pear!"
He strove to comprehend the perplexing language and all its doublespeak.
His kids could speak like natives but for him things were looking bleak!
But over time he learned to parse and spell and the jargon he did subdue!
Last I heard of Luigi he was a tenured English professor at Columbia Yew!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Not of hare, but of Salmon, glistening in the stream I watched them.
Making Way through their loop of Time they return to where they come from.
Such purpose in their flight, birds of the water make write for their kind.
To the death they'll climb up that river to return the Land of Ancestor.
New generations will remain together and the Salmon swim Up, to remember.
Golden Flocks of Eagle there, a flight of pride through the clean air.
Lion of the sky came One day to fly by and they saw what needed to be done. There is
damage here. So aWay they flew to Great Bear, calling on Winds, "make swift our wings there."
Time is not to waste and so for the witnessing of the foul, they called also, Great Owl.
A wake he did, Great Owl of Snow and Cold and Knowledge of Old, the Time has come,
Eagles of the sky call from the wind. So make flight in the night I did to engage
the Great Mind.... "Moon I ask, gift me your Light for direct my flight needs to be".
Beg the Morning Star, call to all our bees their pattern needed as future seeds.
And so it was. Great Owl flew on through the Night and the Morning Star called all
bees to the Light. Make your song to the Great Sun.Flower, beg her come aLong, four
the desperate Air needs more seeds this Great Hour. And when She grow, ask of her scent,
remain in the Day and find the Great Wind. Carry far to the desert sands, beg Great Bat
come nourish the Land.
And so it was, the bees returned Four needed their song in the wind. Finding the spiraling
sunflower core, they marked a pattern and shareed it far. New growth is needed called the
Morning Star. And so released Flower of her Great Scents and into the Winds they went as
the Eagle flew on by. A message delivers a circuit complete as Bat returns from the Sky....
Form:
Scaling my legs through woods,
Seducing the forest's hood.
Let the journey saunter to me,
Let me traverse.
That land bewitched with luxury,
Heightened pleasures and glowing glory.
His hewn by the hand of my forefathers.
Let me traverse.
The path that leads there,
Is laced with broken bottles and loosed hair.
Many opposition and thriving treacherers.
Wouldn't let me traverse.
Trucks of bilated prejudice.
Ocean of confusion drown me like a dice.
By what now will i rise?
Let me traverse.
Does the lion feed on air,
When they're presence of hare?
How will i continue being a savage here,
When all my goodness are there?
Oh,i want to advance.
Let me traverse!
The murmur of voices rises to a cacophony
The start of the walk is imminent
Boots laced, sticks at the ready, rucksacks on backs
The human train heads for the hills
The ascent begins along a rocky track
Poles in ones and twos offer support to experienced legs
Step by step, breath by breath
Ever upward they climb
The viewpoint beckons the leader to stop
Birdsong competes with the drone of traffic far below
The invisible elastic stretched to the limit
Recoils as the back marker arrives
An organic modern art display
On the golf links’ mown grass canvas
Slate soldiers stand to attention
Patrolling boundaries between field and heath
At the Druid circle café lunch is free
A hare freezes on seeing the newcomers before speeding away
A sheep baas its resentment of the intrusion
Refuelled the human train regroups for the onward trek
Nature’s palette of wildflowers announces spring
The coconut aroma of gorse confuses the mind
Yet out at sea the mechanical springtime is permanent
Windfarms harvest the invisible crop
Buzzards, skylarks and house martins fly the moorland airspace
While curlews, wagtails and oystercatchers hug the water’s edge
Wild ponies roam the moors, foals shadowing their mothers
A bleating lamb separated from its maternal security is reunited
Red shell markers turn to blue
Coastal route goes shoreline
Manicured lawn paths morph into a paving slab jigsaw
As walkers reach the finale
And then finishing line crossed
Weary satisfaction after eighteen thousand steps
Boots off – that moment of ecstasy
The long walk achieved
the smell of her perfume is still in the air
internal rolling hills with large stones give me blue relief
it has been a few weeks and i am still on the sharp edge of last night
melted snow falls from the sun's red eyes in the sky
my pain worsens, and i know that i have just been fired several run on sentences ago
i am a victim of the hypocrisy of my own advice to previous hypocrites
nothing has been moved but the obtuse angle of my broken heart
i try to move, but the oil to the tin is defiant like hypothermia taking directions
i pray for her to come back, but only the devil answers
attention provides her book of directions on wilted late bloomer time
now the smell of her perfume is like poisonous furies singing teasingly to the smart part of my brain
all i write now right now are poems devoid of solid rhythm
my existence is nothing but a vapor far removed from former glory
i now have a life sentence at a snail's pace with the tortoise winning at hare brained speed
i slide down black hill mountain......white is the bloody fire of regret and shame
"... what I said was, The Tardis... and I'm the heir..."
Much more on the inside than you could ever imagine...
and Siriusly sweet with a passion
The juice in my Driver
is a River in tune
"... light speed isn't quite
what you envision..."
but it's faster than a broom
I'd say
And a smoother ride too,
you can cruise
on the inside and choose
any mind for a wind
you can be
and you can find
any one thing
in any amount of time...
I figure all you'd need
are the keys
and these,
appear
to be
mine...
"... screwdrivers are outdated
to traveling time
any way..."
M-idnight haze and mist
A-re both already gone;
R-ainy night has turned
I-nto a break of a new dawn.
T-wenty-fourth February morn
E-nds the drop of tear;
S-hadows of the night vanish, as twilight and dusk disappear.
M-oonlight is draining,
O-n a cool sunny day;
N-ew and fresh feeling
G-ives gleams on your way.
A-fter the cold winter chill
Y-ields to a warm fair air;
A-nother mild quiet wind whispers a soft gentle care.
E-ase your weary mind,
S-oothe your fainted heart;
P-enned poem of mine
O-ffers joy that I impart.
S-hare with you the rhyme, as the sorrow is gone;
O-ne great acrostic is a source of smile and fun.