Long Stag Poems

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Premium Member Enchanted deer enters Exquisite Forest

Whispers of an enchanted deer wafted through the oaks and the lilies
The exquisite forest came alive with new fantastical creatures
Roses are always doubters, so they disagreed with their thorns
But most of the flowers were open to the rumor, eager to see the deer

A gentle breeze preceded the deer into the thicket of florals
The deer was lovely, with scrolls, and beautiful nearly pastel colors
I love her, the daisies said/
A testament to the truth; daisies love everything.
The deer looked around approvingly, she enjoyed new places.

This forest was exquisitely beautiful; she could be happy here.
A brown stag with fourteen points looked her over pronouncing her queen.
She shyly told him she expected to earn her place like the other creatures.
The weeds were thrilled; a deer with integrity; this was a welcome relief.


Raindrops

Has there been any relief to the heat where you live? - Speaks Volumes

W'en it is raining here
It brings so much joy
First raindrops vanish
Into the parched earth
Young bird wonders
At the gentle shower
This is her first rain ever.

Stag party of the Sun
Is over now, a young 
Flower girl has thrown
A gentle shower down 
I hear dearest bride, Rain,
Laughing with her friends
Somewhere in the ocean

I wait, we all wait
For her to arrive
With her longest train
It is worth the wait
To watch the now shy, 
Well - behaved groom smile.
W'en, rain is joy here, we all smile.

Steak Dinners

In The Throes of Love


Amjilttai Gerlelt: at least she spoke kind!
We talked of many people using kind words
to speak describe the hostesses
gratitude and appreciation. Some habits draw
the attentions of others leading to ways to
pry and seperate. Cause ones defeat either
thru male masculinity or feminine superiorty.
"Even among the large she smiled, I am most
superior, he too darling his
graceful bounce would neither inspire
 romance or smittening, it would only chore
me to be so humble!" Medekhgui Leneg: they
might seperate you from what you call yours
to make you what they implyed, of you.
Such disappointments might weaken your
 world as to where he whom is loved might

by Mister Vittolds
Orchastra Trumpeter
draw strenght, to find you defeated. Stag your
way of subduing, to smile with those who seek 
you to be kind enough to embark. " She plays the
flute to the audience of night : might there applauses, 
be the source of inspiration amyst there togetherness!"
Might one day these nights be spoken to make him who she
she chooses to marry.Kakia wishes men to be
 subjects to there wishes. Then those who chorened might
noit be victoriuos in there persuit to her hand in marrage.
Form: Ballade

The Christmas Stag

I am the stag of seven tines
The yule stag
a roebuck in the thicket 
I am the ever hunted messenger of life
5 days during the years end I run
5 days the fey door stands open
5 days pursued by grim death and his hounds
Hard upon my heels
Hasten ready the sun calls 
Quicken, race, a son is born
Bringing the yuletide season great cheer 
With bells on my antlers, they ring
Flying on Windsong delighting the little king
Flying cross the sunrise
Past a winter sea, I sail
Seeing the ship to see his nativity
Far behind us weep the willows still
Bent with ice as frozen tear,
And branches frail.
Passed the cottage bright with candle
Yellow flame against the night, nearby in a manger
lovely mother Jesus cradling
Joyful tears hitting ground
Prayers answered in holy child 
Angel guard against pale moonlight
Closer to the little king I stumble 
and bow my head to Mary's little baby,
Death stops, hounds halt their baying
All is quiet, grim death himself bows and turns. 
I bow again to the lord of all life 
Precious king of all peace and light
Crowned by a star, gold, frankincense, and myrrh,
All this moonlit night.
Form: Narrative

The beauty and the felon

Once upon a time
Behold the stream of everlasting dote 
The fiddle and a young stag 
Cute, happy, naive young love
Happiness lighten their infinite world 

Hidden deep in those pages of memories 
Prompt the deed sad wound 
Covered with a rosy smile 
Even with the blissome past days 
Comfort were never felt 

Life become the hardest to live 
As the felon become dark
The eyes, chico they never lie 
He became her sickness 
But silence was the best she could give 

as days went by 
heart became the betrayal
As her wrath world lies within him
The past always win 
It becomes her sickness even when she has no weakness 

Yarning for the old memories 
no words are sent to say 'hello'
Love walks away slowly over
For months they haven't spoken 
Will the beautiful night be killed with silence? 

More days paved sorrow disguise in joy garmet 
For,  the beauty tears can wash a country eer
There is no point in trying 
He died decades ago 
Day after day; she tried, oh so many a try 
But will the flame of love be quiet forever?


White

It`s peace in the forest, this night…
All stars gathered in the same breath;
The frost`s wolf chatters his white teeth;                                                   
 Mourning old trees are all covered by light;
The wind increased his obsessive white;
Neighbors: the snowmen and a glass stag 
When night is finally waving its white flag,
Dreams are hanged by luminous white of the height.

Winter buried its face in frozen white lands,       
Long Snow drifts grew like glass clouds above       
And covered the village and half of the church;    
Sun seems a squeezed lemon by white hands.                                                 
Milk dawns, glass blower speaks slowly of love;     
White field sounds with crows near one silver birch.

Destination: New Convenant

"Destination: New Covenant" 

When we arrived
at our destination,
the place they called
"New Covenant",
we were assigned 
fresh armour.

we thought the war 
left long and far behind us;

of course, 

our ranks had changed,
but our allegiance 
for saving contracts
in the between worlds place
was much to our disbelief,
swiftly locked in again.

we were, one must admit
with good humour -
hell-bent, resigned. 
Our redeployment
steadfast, some considered
insane, we had no time 
to complain.

we, were told to 'man-up'
this was our mission -
so we, the perceived 
fallen, unsubtle yet,
viably courageous,
remained 
stoically aligned.  

"Karma is a b**ch",
the untainted remaining 
flaunting their immunity
from return, watching
in their safe sectors 
playing their harps, 
all chimed. 

We saluted, 
smiled back at them,
and sardonically
flipped the birds -
we weren't 'tweeting'.
switched on, we were,
in our protection.

Light suits 
full commando wings
on display, 
we boarded the 
supersonic getaway
and at the helm, 

The Firm's leader, 
the No. 1 Honcho,
the Big Cheese,
the Chief-in-Command 
delivers us from...
well, you know the story - 

His rank 
is very well deserved
earned by blood, 
sweat and tears. 
Worthy of respect -
over us, he has many years, 
seniority, experience.

His instructions
are ultra clear, 
some might say,
religious. He's our,
lead stag, we follow, he steers.
He declares, commanding, 
loud and sincere,

"Buckle up Legion.
The last battle.
Victory to all.
God speed.
Burning entry 
by clouds.
Bury your fear."


(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Naddred 2:

Ravens chew on twigs while deep in thought,
Larks have three dots on their tongue,
Badgers are the keepers of the sacred stories,
Blackbird is the bird of both the gateway and forge.
Cernunnos is lord of the Underworld and wild animals,
Follow the white hind into the mystical forest.
As Tuan had lived as a stag, an eagle, and salmon,
Where the Tuatha de Danaan were the faery gods,
Living on Emerald Isle as the Sidhe, (shee)
Twenty trees are the number of the secreted Ogham,
And the wrens nest is the Druid's nest.
We priests must walk in both worlds,
In the world of form, and of force.
Awen to all... /|\
© White Wolf  Create an image from this poem.

Berts Stag Night

Sitting upside down in the car
On its roof and well concealed
By the hedge it just leapt to
Land upside down in this field
The lesson being learned 
When going round a bend
Trying  to pick up a ciggie
Can cause unfortunate end

It seemed all quite peaceful
In an ending somehow right
To what had been a memorable
And very worthy Stag Night.
Deciding to respond to 
The penetrating shout
Of are you all alright 
We decided to climb out.

Good Lord but I’m chuffed
This beery voice said
I saw you jump the hedge
And I though you were dead.
We stood around  a while
For a laugh and a joke 
Each one of us enjoying 
A much needed smoke.

Can I give you a lift he said
It’s the least I can do
I can’t wait for the police
‘Cos I’ve been drinking  too.
A country road mid 1960’s
A cold and bitter night
Isolated and deserted and
Not a person or house in sight.

So he drove us back to Bert’s place
Which wasn’t really very far
And Bert had to wake and tell his dad
That he’d gone and crashed his car.
A good solid early1960’s model
And although we got a bad fright
I think that’s what helped us all survive
The rigours and vigours of Bert’s Stag Night
Form: Rhyme

The Huntsman's Plight

In darkened wood he takes a knee and weeps
The blood trail’s gone, and with it all that’s good
He knows not where the stag has gone to sleep
His children’s aching bellies want for food

The blood trail’s gone, and with it all that’s good
Dappled shadows hide the trail he seeks
His children’s aching bellies want for food
A stoic face belied by tear-washed streaks

Dappled shadows hide the trail he seeks
Until the sun reveals it at his feet 
A stoic face belied by tear-washed streaks
With hope restored that soon his brood will eat

Until the sun reveals it at his feet 
He knows not where the stag has gone to sleep
With hope restored that soon his brood will eat
In darkened wood, he takes a knee and weeps

6/6/2017
© Dean Wood  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Pantoum

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