Pheasants Poems | Examples

South Dakota by Joshua Moore

Four faces
ten cows
40 people
a river runs through it
Aberdeen Rapid City Sioux Falls
crops of corn soybeans 
hog factory ethanol highway interstate 
flat plains shadow of Rockies
sparse vast country music cowboy hats
pickups tractors American flag whackos
jacks coyotes
buffalo paddlefish grasshoppers deer crows
vulture walleye pheasants otters cattle grain
green sky derecho buffalo 
ghost towns railroad 
Homestake mine caves peaks 
tribes pioneers reservation farms 
million Big Siouxland 
crickets chirp
 plains old west
motorcycle rally August 
blizzard snow hot humid

Bitter Sweet Thoughts

Loneliness seeps within my inner soul
I ponder of today and yesterday 
Lost to the past my future ever-lasts
Alone, thinking I keep my thoughts at bay 
How long will I stay in my room and think?
And now thinking, think good thoughts not bad ones
Excessive thinking, brings me to the brink 
My thoughts gathering now dispersing; runs!
I look at the clouds gathering my thoughts
I flood my mind with sadness and regret
Tears rinse me as rain cleanses Earths’ disgrace 
I now sit waiting for the sun’s presence 
Warmth imbues me with the sound of pheasants

Pheasant Hunting

The sun has brung out a low spinescene
against the brush housing thrush and pheasants
My father moves as death, silhouetted 
A proper Shropshire lad I hang my neck

In shame and solidarity. The brittleboned,
the sky-minded, evicted from their homes
by the bullet, blinded with momentum,
shrieking with hunger, begging for a crumb

of flesh or feather, asleep or awake. 
No bullet I’ve known will discriminate.
There is love in the hunt, in trigger wrought Death.
It comes! Comes softly as my father’s breath.

Perfumed with gunpowder, the bullet’s kiss
The pheasant’s hollow spine parted like lips.

Harold the Hostile Intimidating Chimp

Harold is the most hostile chimp king we have ever had
I said “he could not be tougher than my angry granddad”
Then I met him, and he was real bad with a skull for a crown.
Surrounded by roses, pheasants and feathers, ram horns made a sound.

He is rather frightening I admitted, for I was afraid of his gold eyes.
I am afraid of him too said Queen Mother, his mom – no big surprise.
Big Lulu came by and kicked Harold off his throne with much glee.
Having no idea that she was his wife, I was astounded by she.

The Season

There's a bird on the wire
     overlooking fields of grain;
He's been here once before
     but it didn't look the same.
The flowers are wilted,
     there's no seeds upon the ground;
Even though the breeze blew
     he could hear no sound.

Somewhere from the distance
     came a noise that he once knew,
'Twas the sound of the dogs
     as a group of pheasants flew.
Then he heard canons roar,
     watched the first of the birds fall;
Heard commands from the men,
     sounding like the southern drawl.

Gathered up their trophies
     as they arrive at this end;
Turned around, spreading out,
     and then started back again.
Seemed to be a routine,
     to him their plans seemed so clear;
He only knew they'd leave
     when there were no more birds here.

So now he had to move
     for to find himself a meal,
Might be somewhere near by
     with a few seeds he can steal.
The day was growing dark,
     less and less he sang his song;
His heart sank as snow fell,
     this season was to be long.

Be Careful of Skirt and Shirt

in wheel missing cog
Trump had been an under dog
brain like lump on log

never will want here
hope that he does disappear
part of a bum steer

could tell by the thunder
a bus Trump was caught under
one more big blunder

will commit a crime
Trump never has been on time
did write a poor rhyme


Trump had day in court
missed paying his child support
sold all of us short

has been a real pill
when Trump wiil veto bill
head hit window cill

Trump in each essence
never had any pleasance
mangled many pheasants

opponents strangle
many deals Trump will wrangle
things together tangle

Trump did tare his shirt
He has put us on alert
put his hand up skirt

Quonset On a Wooded Edge

While the fields and plains
Prepare for floods
The cold of fall and
Shortened days
I employ my mind to wintery
things
Preparation of a post
autumn gloom

A drizzle of truffle oil
upon the pheasants
enough to cause a
tease
Coupled up with
someone I love
To inspire a sweet
Romance

Quonset On a Wooded Edge

While the fields and plains
Prepare for floods
The cold of fall and
Shortened days
I employ my mind to wintery
things
Preparation of a post
autumn gloom

A drizzle of truffle oil
upon the pheasants
enough to cause a
tease
Coupled up with
someone I love
To inspire a sweet
Romance

Quonset On a Wooded Edge

While the fields and plains
Prepare for floods
The cold of fall and
Shortened days
I employ my mind to wintery
things
Preparation of a post
autumn gloom

A drizzle of truffle oil
upon the pheasants
enough to cause a
tease
Coupled up with
someone I love
To inspire a sweet
Romance

Feather

Your touch, O feather, is like that of a tender mother,
The plumage on elegant birds; Tough! Yet soft and downy!
Rainbow-colored, on bird species, allure you smother,
Reddish in some, greenish in others, in others brownie...!

An art? A celestial craft? in you, divinity dwells,
The maestro craftsman's masterpiece, in you, brightly shines;
Blue, green, brown, and yellow, as though designed soft, into bells,
On peacocks, pheasants, and sickle-birds read between the lines...!

As though praising the supreme creator, is your movement,
There's dance and music when you float in the water or breeze;
With trust, honor, wisdom, power, freedom, and contentment,
You symbolize and entreat to make our existence ease...! 

Though minuscule among creational realities,
You crown many crowns and become one of the best beauties...!!!

Meeting

He said that one day we will meet
When pheasants with them moon will bring
When birds make nests in depth of sea
When dead ones stand and chant and sing
On Sunland when there will be sleet
On Venus when cuckoo will sing
Quoth he , " be patient, not go fast"
Lord will review thy story's cast

Quoth me ," O well! Not bother thou"
With hand in hand in world we go.
As morning meet with dusky hue
As oceans margins meet all time
As sun and moon as me and thou
An ancient hymn , a forlorn rhyme

Quoth he that one day I'll come
When flock of fish in air will fly
When sky will come to meet this earth
And sun with Moon and stars will come
On day of Doom on second birth 
When angels bands from heavens come

Oh thou the gust of desert wind
Come not with thirst my lips are dry 
I'll go with the watery waves
In oceans wild where hope fly

Milking Cow

Owning a barn was one of your wish lists
Reaping a fruit tree is not a work of an altruist.
They said blueberry jams are your favorite
Wonder if you’ll eat them at once: Savor it!

Did you collect eggs from a tired hen?
Did you rip off the sheep’s clothing in a pen?
I wonder what the old cow said when you milked him out.
Life must be exhausting: He wished to pass out.

How could a mule please your self-conceit?
I’ve heard your grown cattle gave you money and a receipt.
What did the turkey do to provide you with a thanksgiving feast?
The neighboring animals grin; they must be on their feet.

Does being a Welsh pig make you feel like a “Babe in the City”? 
How could you allow your fierce cats to act like a kitty?
Raising fowls, geese and pheasants is a nice venture.
Should you stop “milking cow” for once: It’s such torture!


(Should parents use their children as an investment?)

Collabortourous

Written by Korrie Motto and Koochi Ming

Never wanted to be that guy
you never wanted
never wanted to be that man
you never could understand
never wanted to be that Boy 
you thought was crazy
let be
let be
leave me alone
Whispering on memories
some of these are careless
whispers
It amazes me
whats been going on
I'm startled to see
past the
love and admiration
part of me
don't wanna be the focus
of your song
I wanna love
and be in love together
when it's all
about you
It leaves me all alone
I wanna be loved
I wanna be needed
I wanna come home
and be greeted
I wanna make love
over and over
Not you telling me
what I'm feeling is wrong

Never wanted to be
Jerk around and
Us not being together
Never wanted to be
the one someone
wants to leave at home
I Never wanted to be
Pushed aside
while you gossip on the 
phone

From the Book Lavender and Marigolds
makes pheasants sweet
and delicious.

Among the Joy of Our Father's Song

We belong
Family of deer
Always appeared
Birds of the air
Have always shown us they care
Our family of pheasants
Visit us peasants
Delivered laughs
Only our Father could have had
Our Chief Leader
Bless our defender
Jesus Christ
Blessed our lives
Our ruler and King
Blessed by his living spring
Right hand to assist
Justice persists
Deliver my love
Sent from high above
Broke through the barrier
My Lord,
Savior and Warrior
Shown bright
Truth by light
Never apart
Home within our hearts
Handed from our chest
Lord said, now watch
I shall do the rest
Made us whole
Hugged our souls
Protects our love for eternity
Caressed us spiritually

Fearless In Flight- Duck Goose Pheasants In Midst Hunter's Flight-

A camouflaged hunters log-
Brought along his faithful dog
Duck, goose, pheasants do hunting 
And fish rendition daunting 

Cleared blue those skies unallowed
In out round hiding midst clouds
Squawks honking ever so loud
Fearless duck leads them in-crowd



12/2/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
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