Long Hunter Poems
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Low below the foaming seam,
Slowly grows a bright red gleam,
Only known in my own dreams,
Lonely drone of evil schemes.
It swims fast, it wont last,
But right now it's forever,
It kills me, it always sees,
Let me go? It will never.
Enemy springs of my dark blue mind,
Relentlessly shines a crimson light,
Endlessly smiles at its old find,
Gradually raises knife at its own kind.
The swift hunter rips soul asunder,
Are my tears not enough?
To stain red my own head,
Please dont be so rough!
"You are on high alert"
"You see your life is due"
"Come willingly it will hurt"
"Come here let me kill you"
Never willingly will I surrender,
Only killing me will end this terror,
Not giving me a chance of error,
You maliciously enjoy my tremor.
"Come here you little bird"
"I'll slash you, enjoy your screams"
"I almost have you I'm undeterred"
"Come to me, I'll tear at your seams"
I always run, I never escape
"We are right behind you, that is why!"
No matter where, I'm never safe
"Noone else will hear you cry!"
"Little bird is in red hot pain"
"I laugh and slash and make it rain"
"All thats left is but avian stain"
"Alas now without a brain"
"I was its child, I've to go too"
"Murder suicide an endless rondo"
"Til next time, where I'll pursue"
"Your concious of endless blue"
Suzanne – supporting character.
18 – year old who needed a job over the summer, and took the job at
The dealership on a dare from her friends, who said she could never keep a job like that
even if her life depended on it; needless to say she was quite insulted.
Went to the rival high school of Simons, from the other side of town.
Very competitive person, who knows nothing about cars but just wants to show her friends
she can keep the job all summer.
A very take-charge individual, was on the debate team in high school. Didn't allow herself to
get anything less than an A in high school.
Dates frequently, and very social, but thinks most guys in high school are “immature”
or “retarded.”
Loves to talk, and tries to be at several different places at once, very busy social life, until
she begins to work at the dealership.
She doesn’t exactly know what she wants to do in life, she jokes that she’d like to be a
mixture between a safari hunter/photographer/queen of England.
Her room is a complete mess.
She loves grilled cheese sandwiches, but is also a health nut, loves to exercise.
She claims she has “tiny nervous breakdowns” all the time, where she will get so
overwhelmed with the business of her own life she’ll start crying hysterically out of nowhere,
but she tries to hide it from everyone else, she doesn’t want to seem as if she can’t handle
things.
I can help her handle things.
King of the animales!
This is the easiest way to describe a lion
It likes to bask in their brilliance
Lions are big cats with a short tawny coat
which is lighter on the underside
White lions occur - but they are not albinos
Lions are outgoing and everybody's favorites
All lions have claws retractable
Mine is decorated with nail polish
Lion's element is fire
Energy - intuition - power
The typical lion is creative - strong-willed
temperamental and dramatic
The weight of a lion is considered normal 160-275 kg
I try to stay under 60 kg
The average age 17-18 years among lionesses
but there are examples where they can be closer to 21 years old
Males are often around 16 years old
Die young and beautiful
The best hunters in a lion pride is the lionesses
Yes, I feel like a hunter every time I go in the store
An adult male lion can eat up to 43 kg of meat in one day
My male lion must get by with much less
... Imagine if my male lion was 275 kg
The male lion is polite and patient externally
but arrogant and vain inside
He is impulsive and good at repairing things
Can you roar like a lion
The lions are among the best roar holders
An adult lion's roar can be heard up to 8 km distance
Dinner .... finished ..... come and eat!!!
We as humans makes sure that the children receive food
But in the world of lions the adults eat before the kids
Stability and stubbornness - scratch and dent in the trees
marks their area - putting the wedding ring on the finger
My fate planet is the sun -
My luck stone is the diamond
I have a great temperament and a huge demand for attention
But I am among many well known and famous LIONS:
Crown Princess Mette-Marit (Norway), Mick Jagger, Napoleon Bonaparte
Fidel Castro, Bill Clinton, Moussolini, Jacquelin Kennedy
Carl Jung, Alfred Hitchcock and Arnold Schwarzenegger
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Limpid pools of amber lights
they glistened like precious gems
in their sockets.
I remember them well
those sparkling eyes
nesting gracefully
in my dad’s aged face.
Those eyes witnessed many moons
now reflecting gifted wisdom shown
on an old man’s face
forever smiling lips in old man’s head
when he shared the beauty his eyes beheld.
Once the eyes of a warrior
a hunter of prey
stalking wild life and myths
in the darkness of night
his headlamp lighting the way
visions he shared
in his stories to us kids
with a hunter’s pride and a
stutter in his voice.
The last time I adored them
it was at Easter
he gazed down from the stair where he sat
his eyes shone bright with
admiration while
looking at the first and
second generations of his seed
adoring his fold
a vision of pride he would
forever hold
to accompany
him on his journey
home.
And when next I saw
him
he had been given his last rights
his body posed in rested pause
while his spirit soared on
Its final hunt
journeying home.
The amber eyes I knew and loved
the windows to his soul
now shut closed for good.
The memory of them
I’ll always keep
cause they once
regarded me
with love and awe.
My father’s amber eyes.
We Are The Watchers
by Stark Hunter
Into the breach the multitudes surge,
Into the crushing breakers and
Beyond the sucking mindless tides,
Down down into the whirring, rushing confluence,
Precipitously we fall and slide,
Tenuously and tragically we slip.
We are the watchers of the wasted!
We are the watchers of the dancing dead!
We have seen them bring in the living.
We have silently closed our eyes to their madness.
We are the watchers of the delirious and of the distressed.
Falling, falling trying to seize a toehold,
Trying to stop desperately this inevitable plunge,
This meshing melting plummet,
This fatal succumbing to hate and ignorance,
This downward drowning into the watery abyss of anarchy,
This insane enveloping
This resounding de-evolution into one massive heartbreak.
We are the human machine!
That lurches and stalls in the swell,
Spewing bloody angst
And the sooty smoke of smothering fear.
We are the star climbers!
The mountain gazers!
We are the watchers of the wasted.
We are the watchers of the diseased.
We have seen them bring in the living
We have seen the fires of Armageddon!
Burning burning furiously in the firmament,
And we have heard the crescendoing cries of the forgotten.
We are the watchers of the wasted!
We are the watchers of the dancing dead!
*
dear john she replies - dipping her pen into tears
*
listen to the pause - silence is golden
A tribute to Erik Satie
*
the school-bus departs - she eats the advent candy
*
on garibaldi's retreat - the cookie crumbles
*
moss carpets the roof - the blackbirds make over
*
carol concert prelude- - chatter of innocents
*
footsteps in the street - echos of a distant youth
*
filaments in ferment - the elements touch base
*
a tumbleweed,windblown - the bounty-hunter dismounts
*
at ease on my bookshelf - yesteryear's leisured hours
*
a rainbow arises - through a curtain of tears
*
between wind and water - skating on black ice
*
shadows of yesteryear - distortions in todays dreams
*
as a sequence
a perambulator arrives - emptiness takes its leave
.
a quietness descends - fresher term opens
.
room-to-let sign illumes - emptiness returns
poof. hold hands. so invincible. truthful. accepted. full of truths. dive to the exit. move. keep the love. release the bliss. hold my hand. and be it so. choke. blue. purple. green. sky blues. some hunter greens. the deep lavenders. move. keep the love. your love. my love. move. this chaos. the difference. even more different than the fusion of my five senses. the distance. oh. when my senses infuse. poof. desire. desire me. i am gone. senseless. ablaze. set fire to me. move. time holds us. hold me. move. hold hands. moving. my love. write to me. move me. bliss sends us into limbo. write. and be it so. breathe. and be it so. don't just mumble "so". but sow into my fiction. invest into my insanity. choke.
move me. poof. i choked. blue. purple. green. felt rain. some poison. the Earth. so? holding hands. dead seeds please blossom instead. invincible. truthful. accepted. compassionate. musical. full of truths. mystical. wonderful. chaotic. poof. you are. you are.
This epidemic re: murderous love affair perfervid
with gruesome morbid
fixation allowing, enabling and providing terrifying
trappings, whence Pandora out the lid
anger loosed by gun toting recorded by hid
dee us aide de camp per grim reaper
milling crowd, each bewildered person stunned viz satanic grid
loosed bullets ensnare coterie upping ante bid
daring pernicious fare thee well odiously off loaded
per incendiary fiery maelstrom to mega death count added.
Suicide bombardier slakes thirst aims at billeted soiree
with deadly precision, and spray painting human innards
congregated engaged groupon people), with egregious pay
ment for exaggerated slight mowing down, a slew - nay
soon to be lifeless victims unaware - delivering may
hem to anonymous hunter a cannibal as well
family and survivors, who lay
down their sorrows, which bring revulsion and gray
obsolescence of faith in mankind to fray.
Death be not proud, nor ought airtime be allocated to these
heinous cavalier avengers foe tee eight-hour special (proffers
twitchy finger itching to squeeze
especial easy access to sophisticated high caliber compact
offspring family affair sport doth please
manifesting prize pride killing machine owners
posed as stonewall Jackson frieze
rapaciously with so much ease
lethal gimcrackery cutlasses incite epidemic violence as disease.
Sorrow soulful songs sung by the likes of death cab for cutie or goo
goo dolls in tandem with foo
fighting beastie boys pay homilies whence homage grew
to grateful dead nobody knew
fetishistic martyrs wannabe set sights of sister and mew
sic cull doobie brothers of their simian species with no sorrow to rue.
Shine, cats-
that which is to disdain for having life is no...
Gritted teeth,
grind'd mind,
hallowed speak,
hind benign...
She told too much about the little things,
dice-
mice-
china-
advice...
The creepy carry of device,
often called social spice.
No spine now,
all is tight,
tingle-
height-
nothing chooses what,
resides-
confides-
exemplifies-
co-enterprise's-
it's all-
sight,
mighty,
teedy,
divine,
light,
grit-
signs of fit...
White-
bite-
light-
benign,
benign!
Like in your holy land where there is an ancient church standing tall over a hill, your good work shall find...
Swipe-
saunter-
disaster-
shallow hunter-
callous...
Immaculate palaces,
and unmanageable addictions.
sugar mummy
honey old rich mistress
so lonely yet so wealthy
her desire so close
yet so far
as she is so eager for love
men in her age don't needs her
any more
and now despite
she is rich and wealthy
she is now a hunter
for love
sugar mummy
a business
honey old rich mistress
yet you can never call her old
or else hell will rain on earth
she always feel young than
the youngest girl on the street
as she catwalk every time as
a model
she keeps her eyes open
cos she is a hunter
she knows the most young boys
in her area
she knows their needs
she knows most of the boys
are jobless some homeless
she knows most of them are from
poor families
she knows is easy to catch them
young with her
showers of wealth
sugar mummy
a matured young smart chaser
oh you are a sweet sixteen
the young lover swear
as he lays his head on
her warm big flat breast
in his heart he found a god saint
cos now he could
dress well
eat well
drive flashy cars
provide for his poor family
as his sugar mummy
showers him with her
material wealth
oh sweet sixteen
you are sweeter than
sugar another
bla bla bla
as the young fellow
lost after her wealth
sugar mummy
her charm is so strong
it killing alot young men
out there
she possesses alot power
yet
she possesses alot grives
as she glitters
with her cosmetic beauty
bewarn you young desperate boys
out there
what ever she gave away? is never for free
what ever benefit you gain
from her got a price
as long as you are under her
control
you are okay
once you say No
is better you were not born
so you see all that glitters
are not gold
not even with your
sugar mummy