Short Dens Poems

Frozen still plateau
Nature waits in silent pose
Bears in dens snore on




seashell island contest...

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when you search love
from the people of stone hearts, 
it is like putting yourselves 
into the lions dens. 

September 17/2023...

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family, nature, word play,

RABBIT DENS!

Rabbit dens dug deep
Hides the family inside
From red fox entry!


RABBIT STEW POT

Rabbits foot luck charm
From unlucky rabbit kills
As he stews in pot!...

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As the fog shrouds everything with damp
Settles into the eaves
Nature huddles in dens and nests
Droplets cling to all leaves

Foggy now in the thought process
Pathways slow just a bit
Not happy about this aging
What's the future in it?  ...

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Dad or Bad. 

Broken homes
And 
Lavish dens
On Benefits
Or in a benz
Got enemies
Some call Friends
There's
Stick up kids
Gangs with shivs
And the thug addicts 
Selling drug habits
There's the good
Bad happy and sad
Who am i 
Im now a dad...

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To not appease the critics,
success within our grasp

The charlatans of written words,
venom of the asp

They bury deep inside their dens,
ordained iconoclasts

Passing judgment, casting blame
—on what they fear might last

(To T.R.’s ‘Man In The Arena’ March, 2021)...

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They nap and yawn in their dens
They clop around their turf doing nothing
They roar where there is no real danger
They throw dirt at everyone
They hibernate to their holes during storms
The pop out unscathed to be saviours
They prey on the weak, topping the food chain
Strangling others to make personal gains...

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when you see mother
tell the tale
tell this dear tale
that he dwells
in the woods
like her hairy kids
who now live as lambs
beside some shepherds’
green pastures
planted by the lions’ dens
within these niger’s banks
banks swollen of grasses
grasses housing the weavers
oh, tell the tale
tell this dear tale
when you see mother....

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Then as a child left to run wild,

No worry or care no evils were there.

Watching the sun through eyelids just born.

Playing with nature in dens made of corn.

On an ocean of flowers so upright and blue,

We would play pirates on a great sea of hue.

Time existed only in seasons,

No need of when?

No need of reasons....

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Let them sleep
Do not let hunters
Into dens creep.
Predator kin predator
Mothers and babes
In your safe harbor
Killed without grace.
Who amongst us
Will let this take place?
It's the man on the throne
With the lobbyists' ear;
Overboard humanity is thrown
As no more dangerous
A predator exists
In our world on this ark than us....

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Bourbon; whisky- on the rocks,
Chased by draughts of Coke
Or was it lines sniffed from the clock-
Forgotten after several tokes?

Join the Clan of Ativan,
(Betrothed to one Ms. Lora Tab)
In vodka pools, serenely swam-
By many needles, duly stabbed

My Ecstasy for LSD,
In quiet dens of Opium
Magic Mushrooms picked for me-
And a sip of amber rum......

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Those men have been gone for days on end
I have cooked the last of the prairie hens
If they don't come back soon the food will be all gone
I have been hunting for miles on end
To see if there were some nuts, berries, or small animal's dens
Trying to gather what I can and add to the stores
Before winter comes and scarce will be the food source...

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AN ORGANIC CHILDHHOD (1940'S STYLE)
School was out,
vacation touched our gate,
long days,bedtimes late;
time,routine we relegate

Bird nesting,climbing trees,
building dens,adults unseen,
picnics and make-believe;
imagination-filtered dreams

Unsupervised,wandering free,
adventures sans boundary,
no cares,no chores;
natural boyhood to the core...

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Den`s dawn

The smoke filled pub Curtains
could not shut out the light
of a ghostly dawn.
A place full of overflowing 
ashtrays and empty chairs,
and the shadow of the lonely by the bar.
Broken talk and broken dreams.
Soon cleaner will come
with perfumed chemicals
and kill yesterday.
The shadows will be back their loneliness
is the only thing that will not leave....

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When trees bud their first green
All of nature rejoices when
Birds in early morn' sing,
New life all around, a butterfly omen-
It is time for love once again

Primitive energies overtake all beings
Expectant mothers' build their dens
I stop to watch two birds lovingly preen
Time to build on life, nature knows when 
An ancient art performed through history
again and again




3/29/2014...

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Beautiful face, born in a manger.
So many disciples and prophets see.
A risen lord saving lives in danger.
He wipes away all our human sins.
Salvation comes as a free gift of his.
Raising the dead in judgement dens.
He reaches for the living as well.
Loving them with open arms.
Giving them spiritual water in his spirit
well and guiding them where they belong.
Jesus oh, Jesus oh!...

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School was out,
vacation touched our gate,
long days,bedtimes late;
time,routinee we relegate

Bird nesting,climbing trees,
building dens,adults unseen,
picnics and make-believe;
imagination-filled dreams

Unsupervised,wandering free,
adventures sans boundary,
no cares,no chores;
natural boyhood to the core

23/4/11  inspired by red'n'ritten's series of childhood 
reminiscences...

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Gods and goddesses of Olympus.
Hear me, especially Athena.
You are the goddess of good fortune.
I am losing at this craps table.
I am right alongside the ocean.
Perhaps great Poseidon will help me.
I’ve lost so much money in this place.
Father of the seas, a tidal wave
won’t be a bad idea right now.
Wipe the boardwalk of these evil dens.
Send all of those bums right to Hades.
 ...

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Homeless
The rain falls gently making no splashes
The wind is absent today.
Safe indoors I look out and know many
Seek bus shelters, and they have no home.

Paris is an ugly city, expensive and dirty
Their subways stink of unwashed people.

I think of the unseen whom we don’t see
Mainly because we don’t want to.
In our cosy dens, we should know this
The calamity of losing it all could happen to us....

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Homeless
The rain falls gently making no splashes
The wind is absent today.
Safe indoors I look out and know many
Seek bus shelters, and they have no home.

Paris is an ugly city, expensive and dirty
Their subways stink of unwashed people.

I think of the unseen whom we don’t see
Mainly because we don’t want to.
In our cosy dens, we should know this
The calamity of losing it all could happen to us....

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Homeless
The rain falls gently making no splashes
The wind is absent today.
Safe indoors I look out and know many
Seek bus shelters, and they have no home.

Paris is an ugly city, expensive and dirty
Their subways stink of unwashed people.

I think of the unseen whom we don’t see
Mainly because we don’t want to.
In our cosy dens, we should know this
The calamity of losing it all could happen to us....

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~
deep in the woodlands
surrounded by pine and birch
live deer; buck and doe
~
where creeks trickle soft
bedded with stones and sand, frogs
and crawdads exist 
~
under moss and fern
hide reptiles, spiders, insects
who don’t come from dens
~
amid the chatter
of crickets and forest sounds
come howls of the night
~
woodsy welcoming
sings the animals who play
graceful and peaceful
~
...

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I remember dens and swings,

There weren't any techno things.

Outside playing hide and seek

No pc to give a tweak.

Weekends up the river walking

Not permanently on an iphone talking.

No facebook with a hundred likes

Just charging around on our bikes.

The twitter we knew came from birds,

We didn't text, we spoke real words.

Alas such childhoods are long since gone,

No playing out, just logging on....

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school was out
      vacation touched our gate
long days  
           bedtimes late
time
    routines 
              we relegate

bird nesting
         climbing trees
building dens      adultless
scenes
picnics and make-believe
imagination-filled 
                          dreams

unsupervised
         wandering free
adventures 
        sans boundary
no cares      no chore
natural boyhood 
        ...to the core...

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heart of autumn

heart of autumn waits
 not pacing with anxious steps ~
  chrysanthemums nod

calls of soaring geese
 echo through dusk coral skies ~
  early darkness sighs

wind heralds long nights
 for fallow fields of gold chaff ~
  rain tarantellas

hazy sunlight fades
 fall shadows stretch across fields ~
  red shades of whimsy

autumn spins magic
 in hues of umber scarlet ~
  hedgehogs find warm dens

9-29-22...

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