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rabbit on the run
Categories:
rabbit on, bird, imagery, nature,
Form: Haiku
rabbit on the run
a chase
a blurred streak
a sneak-attack
rips through
a stretched skin of electric fear
slipstreams of instinct
give it a path to flee upon
earth springs-up
leaps ahead
air bouncing limbs
part waves
in a green sea.
rabbit never looks back
until
the scent of a killer
wafts upon dispersing clouds
it nibbles scenery
forgets wild flights
or wall-eyed race tracks
through long grass
yet even now
ears scan for blips
on a fine-haired radar
Categories:
rabbit on, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The rabbit on my lawn
was thrown sideways,
by some razor-clawed hawk.
The carcass is fresh
and still mainly unmolested.
I guess the hawk took flight
when I opened the door.
After the violence
there's a gap, an hiatus,
a softly rooted abeyance.
At some time,
a time far beyond the next breath
the raptor
will plunge out of the evening
to pluck the meat away.
Until then, I, the hawk and maybe
even the dead rabbit
must wait
suspended upon
a thin thread of disquiet;
eyes fixed upon each moment
while we watch the gap get longer.
Categories:
rabbit on, poetry,
Form: Free verse
He, alone, within our orbit
Might one call Rabbit,
Having picked up Rabbit’s Habit
And Rabbit’s Smell does emit
Without pitying limit…
A Rabbit on merit!
Earning The -More -Than -A -Credit!
For watching him at it
Your bank account debit
At least a little bit
For your face that shall be lit
And, laughing, end in a pit.
Categories:
rabbit on, animal, appreciation, character, inspiration,
Form: Rhyme
eagle soaring high
sharp eyes scan meadow for prey...
rabbit on the run
3-15-2022
Bird Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Categories:
rabbit on, nature,
Form: Haiku
soft falling rain drops.
though a bright night glistens.
rabbit on road, hops.
3/11/2021
~1~
Categories:
rabbit on, imagery,
Form: Haiku
Pardon me Hon, my apophenia is acting up. See,
I have this acute case of advanced pareidolia
Today my two fried eggs formed Munch's 'The Scream' in the frying pan
it made my toes curl, but it seems to have solved my writer's block!
I even wrote a song based upon the compelling rhythms
of my dripping faucet
My coffee foam faces give me daily companionship
and I could write a book on all the tree trunk friends I've made
Sometimes cloud formations help me decide on a stock to buy
or which horse to bet on
I've seen FDR in Half Dome's face after an exhausting day of hiking
I felt strangely comforted by America's most beloved socialist
I've bid on Ebay for that grilled cheese sandwich of Jesus and Mary in a tortilla
sadly, I didn't win either one
I've talked with the rabbit on the moon and spoken to the mermaid on Mars
haven't heard back from either, but maybe I'm not listening hard enough?
Speaking of which…
were you saying something?
written 19 Aug 2020
Categories:
rabbit on, imagination,
Form: Free verse
You shine an’ shine in the sky,
An’ shine apart from the stars,
You look very beautiful,
Oh! You beautiful moon
You are a gray disc,
And fairy tales show a rabbit on you,
Your surface is filled with Maria,
Oh! You beautiful moon
Sometimes you become small crescent,
An’ sometimes large gibbous,
Sometimes you become new moon,
Oh! You Beautiful moon
Sometimes the black clouds hide you,
Sometimes the thunder makes you afraid,
But still you face all the sufferings,
Oh! You beautiful moon
You reflect the sun’s light,
An’ the sun doesn’t come in night,
An’ you’re ready to helps us in night,
Oh! You beautiful moon
Categories:
rabbit on, courage, cute love, dance,
Form: Rhyme
Nice, nice is the rabbit
Nice, nice is the little rabbit.
Pretty adorable is the rabbit on the picture
Agreeable is the rabbit, there on the little image!
Majestic is that animal, treasure of nature
Simply beautiful, here, is the rabbit!
“My” rabbit is so generous
For sharing a pure moment of happiness:
Acting there as a photo model, full of humanity!
My friend, the rabbit is finally
Example Of the joy OF LIVING…
Let’s do like him:
Let’s enjoy life as it comes…SIMPLY!!
©RITA SOLIS RADIUS. ON JULY, 16th 2015. Poem “The Happy Rabbit”.
Categories:
rabbit on, animal, love, nature,
Form: Ode
Nice, nice is the rabbit
Nice, nice is the little rabbit.
Pretty adorable is the rabbit on the picture
Agreeable is the rabbit, there on the little image!
Majestic is that animal, treasure of nature
Simply beautiful, here, is the rabbit!
“My” rabbit is so generous
For sharing a pure moment of happiness:
Acting there as a photo model, full of humanity!
My friend, the rabbit is finally
Example Of the joy OF LIVING…
Let’s do like him:
Let’s enjoy life as it comes…SIMPLY§§
©RITA SOLIS RADIUS. ON JULY, 16th 2015. Poem “The Happy Rabbit”.
Categories:
rabbit on, animal, poems, poetry,
Form: Prose Poetry
I'm tired of being sensible
when writing words in rhyme,
sometimes I like to rabbit on
with garbage every line.
The meaning that folk get from this
is always new to me,
for there's no purpose in my drift
that I can ever see.
So feel quite free to comment
with critique of all sorts.
Throw me flowers and roses
or point out all my warts.
It doesn't really matter
how you all respond to me,
for this is not the reason
that I'm rambling you see.
I ramble like a blubbering fool
to free words I've not said.
The words that if not written down
would stay within my head.
I throw them out to scatter
so you may collect them all
and see if you make any sense,
the way you see them fall.
So feel quite free to comment
and educate this fool.
Maybe it's you who pick them up
who'll find a golden rule,
to tell me how to mix them
in a really crafty way
that makes them not just rubbish,
but something that’s grand to say.
But till I find the formula
for clearing out my mind,
I’ll write just utter garbage
of the mixed up, mangled kind.
I know it not a masterpiece
or even worth a read,
but hope my words can grow on all
who cultivate my seed!
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
rabbit on, poetry, writing,
Form: Rhyme
It is there at the bottom of my sister’s garden
Resplendent on a Sunday when lights are switched on
Its low ceiling echoing the sound of the singing
Those rich Welsh voices raised in hymnal song
It’s a lowly country church with a pastor
Whose voice raises high in sound when
he preaches about the Almighty
His flock wonders how long before the end
Cos this pastor has a habit of floundering
Will rabbit on for ever more
Those that know this is the sad case
Sits nearest to the escaping door
His congregation started with many
Singing for all their worth the words of God
But after a long long sermon
Not many left to verbally applaud
A reminder from the poem of Robert L Hinshaw led to these words, this church really does exist and the congregation does diminish in size most Sundays.
Categories:
rabbit on, life, sound, sound,
Form: Free verse
WW1
and after bloody ww1
our returning boys,
were bloody numb,
to walk the roads,
with a swag outback,
to live on rabbit on the track,
half crazed from bomb and gas attack,
as crazy seen by some,
old soldiers on their rum,
when they could get em some,
outback...
re: Dave Williams excellent "The King's Shilling"
Don Johnson
World War One 1914-1918
WW2 Aussie soldiers, were five bob a day murderers, they quipped:)
Categories:
rabbit on, adventure,
Form: Rhyme
Cherokee chamber,
where a pow wow stampeedes preconceptions of inheritence,
from Her beaded neck charms of chance & chains of change
glisten from opulent offerings of roots, corn & lavender ablaze
on an alter of unworked stone mantled with skins strong beasts knew,
She is a " Stomp Dance " Queen with an owl as a friend and a spider as assassin,
with rattlesnake ribbons around Her wrists and prayers in Her braids thick with traditions,
the walls of Her teepee painted with the pigments of buffalo blood & sunflower pollen,
portraying a history hewn from customs known to Spirits and men alike,
the " Stomp Dance " Queen speaks for Her People and sings from the stars,
I found this Tribe, not in Appalacia nor on a prarrie stage but in the smoke of ceremony,
the Cherokee Princess has rattlesnake teeth tied to Her thigh & turtle shells upon Her hips,
She played the rabbit on the scene, then the wolf, if you know what I mean,
celebrated by the warriors as a tomahawk maker,
praised by the medicine men for Her Visions,
and feared by the Elders because of wrath that may follow Her steps,
the " Stomp Dance " Queen is a Princess, She is a Cherokee with a song Her own -
J.A.B.
Categories:
rabbit on, native american, dance, for
Form: Romanticism
I see little humans playing around
I fly through the clouds to and fro
I fly on the top, to search for prey
I pounce on a rabbit on the go
Extremely high altitudes, I fly on
Everything below looks negligible
Today my leap was higher than ever
To touch the stars, see if it’s possible
My flight can’t feel the pressure today
What happened to the gravity? Where am I?
Everything looks different, lighter I feel
A strong bird I am, but have the urge to cry
A round sphere I see, blue and green
A little further away, is a small whitish thing
On the other side I see, rings around a sphere
No other birds, no sound, nor a blink
I thought I could touch the stars in the sky
Perhaps I went wrong, I can’t see any star
Instead the sun is bigger, shining crudely on me
I’m lost but I recall, there’s a planet called Mars
I fly towards it, to see if life exists
I’m gonna do something even humans haven’t yet
When I reach the planet, I alone will rule
Not that I don’t now, but then I’ll be King
And show all the humans, my regime…
---
by Apoorva Patrikar
for the contest Deep Space Odyssey
sponsored by Nathan
Categories:
rabbit on, adventure, fantasy, planet,
Form: Ballad
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