A newbie hunter told his bride he would
go out all on his own to catch a deer.
He said, “I’ll be close by in the deep wood.”
She said, “Goodbye. I wish you luck, my dear.”
He looked about and found a good place where
he set up camp. It seemed the perfect site.
He thought, “Oh, dang, I’ve no pj’s to wear.
Oh well, at least there’s not a soul in sight.
I’ll use two of my blankets of fox fur
to cover up myself when sleeping bare
nearby my blazing fire of Douglas fir.”
Too bad he did not know about the bear!
He did not know that he happened to be
beneath a tree where honey was. Oh no!
Protective was the swarm of their queen bee.
Another thing the poor man did not know.
The bear that came for honey chanced to meet
the naked hunter lying on a cot.
The menu of the bear then changed to meat.
The hunter, chased by bees and bear, got caught.
The weekend passed. His wife began to pray,
for he had not returned by Monday morning.
‘Twas later learned he’d been a bear’s bare prey.
His widow even now remains in mourning!
October 15, 2022
For Hat Bueckert's Homophone Rhyme Poetry Contest
The Newbie
I am the newbie in rhyme
Need words that chime
Lip sync'd a monoku
Pen said no! oh-no
Scribbled a triolet
Ink turned to violet
Last crack at villanelle
Two lines slid down a well!
Penned: 06/15/2021
9:17 p.m.
Lake Worth
Florida USA
I felt good joining my fellow arts-mates
The strangers that i will always bond with
The neighbors in the other page
The so similar verses we shared
Writing from our basements
From the comfort of our beds and couches
From our libraries
From our sleep....
We meet in a world that others will never reach
Yes man,
no man,
we all pray for Uncle Sam,
hoping he would bump a Jam,
swim a river,
break a Dam,
fake a figure,
feed a clam.
No man...
Yes What?
We were here when we were young,
why should you be here and glum?
Take a smile,
and eat a plumb,
fresh as ever,
does well in rum...
But when I came I was on the run!
Doin' tricks that weren't so tough,
but I had to eat,
and I had to bluff.
That is wrong,
and that is bad!
We stay here and we are glad,
you are fresh,
the mud of the bath-
do me hard and hope for a cast,
Clooney, Sheen, and Pitt the rad,
do me hard so that I can bat,
swing for the the fence-
cat at the rat-
and retort the facts...
A beautiful chance to smoke out my snack.
Out of the dark clouds
I would like to paint a clear blue sky
Birds flocked and cotton clouds clustered
And autumnal daytime rays of light
Mirrored over the wheatish farm.
Out of the flooded land
I would like to paint a cropped season
Two sparrows chirping over the jutting out branches
And the boggy field of monsoon
Seeded for the winter harvest.
Out of the caged houses
I would like to paint children playing around
Two teens making out and hatful shopping around
And the inactive citizenry of the August
Grooming for the awaited festival to come.
Out of the canopy
I would like to paint an ablaze realism
Women in solitaries and classy men
And the kid who exacted
Blessed by the divine soul.
roses aren't red,
violets are blue,
I'm new at this
so how about you
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