Short Doe Poems
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Their heads raised to greet the dawn
Tender shoots to dine upon
A quick bite then they are gone
Precious doe and fawn
She knows
when to smile
but not her name
10/21/18
For Creative Conformity Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
John Doe was a prince of a guy
Who forgot to zip up his fly
So out in the snow
John started to grow
When a snow-blower passed him by . . .
Big deer eyes
Shot in headlights
Sweet adorable
Gizmo bright
Wish it may
Wish it might
Colored sphere
Surrounded white
Beautiful doe
Absolutely right
Seeing through
Unknown sight
Metti blic,
over-top soars of the harmonica,
the ancient way takes thee and smoke...
With soliloquies we join the mast-
sanctify the allegory,
sustain some good~ing!
When you reference
And say
My People
I take it then i am excluded
I take it then by stict definition
I am not an actual person
Kind regards
Yours Sincerely
John Doe
doe and spotted fawn
early spring, bear awakens
doe now feeds alone.
(January 29, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
skull in the forest
her body yet to be found
accident or what
no one comes forward
lone skull left all by itself
detectives come out
dna testing
jane doe remains a jane doe
body still hidden
I saw
as I walked,
a doe grazing the grass,
Cautiously watched me pass.
This idyllic scene, was pure joy to see.
A picture of tranquility,
is a rural delight,
though a rarity
I saw.
Rhymer. April 25th, 2016.
Doe
A vida ou os negócios
Todos os dias
De segunda a segunda
espalhe simplicidade,
doe seus talentos
seja prestativa,
divulgue seu trabalho.
Ofereça presentes,
comece.
Acredite:
Assim,
Fica sempre vencedora!
Assim
sempre é Dia de Sucesso e progresso!
“By the way, Ron Paul wants
to eliminate the Department of Energy”
“Ah! with that one statement
he has won my vote!”
…
…
…
“I see… he wants to eliminate
every other cabinet-level department, as well”
“YOU MUST THROW OUT THE BATHWATER
WITH THE EVIL DEMON-CHILD!”
The hunters could not find her
Venison they desired to eat
Then her carcass lay at the edge
Of an open field, next to the deep woods
Written: 4/4/2019
Taken from the poem "Dry"
Contest: Liberum Divisa II
Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden
A double dact doe dance:
Six deer in a row prance
Merrily, playfully
Dancing so sweet!
Ungulates ruminate
Chewing the cud is great
And most amazingly,
Didactyl feet!
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ok, ok, i'm getting carried away with these - almost a tongue twister, but fun, and what I saw on my walk with Missy this morning!
Here lie the Limericks of John Doe, duly interred
For the poet wrote "The dysfunctional $@& life.." and erred
Using innuendo
Totally intendo
Behold! Promptly the Admin's righteous wrath was incurred!
The Limericks I agree were crude
Not at all meant for the prude
The title had this warning
But by the very next morning
The Admin had them promptly removed!
Reminiscent of a doe
with a hue as rich as earth,
your gaze takes me home
to a cedar-filled hearth.
Welcoming like hot chocolate
and as vibrant as autumn's leaves,
your stare carries the life
that Mother Nature herself weaves.
Neutral, yet expressive—
as versatile as leather, but still so alive—
your eyes are the gemstones
favored by the sun and I alike.
. for public domain
(song)
She left without a whine.
She could not say goodbye.
She never had a word to speak.
She could not tell a lie.
And so I saw her go,
where to I'll never know.
We sat in silence, she and I,
under the falling snow.
She closed her eyes to die,
not a whimper, not a sigh.
I said a soft prayer over her,
and watched her spirit fly.
The path of a doe crossed that of a fawn
who nuzzled up to her ere break of dawn
They lay down together, limbs wrapped 'bout each other
No one would guess they were not babe and mother
Sun's golden rays soon broke through the trees
Slipping once, the fawn rose to her knees
Rubbing up 'gainst the doe, the fawn was off with a leap
Ne'er again to meet, the doe paused to weep
John Doe
remains found in summer 1969
prior to the Internet
never identified
never will be
parents and sisters never knowing
Jane Doe
bones discovered in winter of 1999
her skull never found
who took it?
where is it?
foul play or animal gnawing?
Baby Doe
frozen solid
discovered in an abandoned freezer
no chance of identity
were these three as forgotten in life
as they were forgotten in death?
I saw her cry
Like she never cried before
I never thought that losing me would be a big effect on her
As the detective holds her back
I try to speak
But the words to her never reached
I was gone for one day
With my friends
To the beach to feel the sand
Not once knowing how i awake
The accident
Had my breath be take
Now its been two weeks since
And my mom finds me
Crying at death
For not knowing her daughter was the one dying
Form:
The chase after door was ajar.
From window to window, that far.
The buzz in my ear,
The fly needs to fear.
The whiz of my swatter on par.
“I’m hit,” says the fly, out of steam.
Is it truly dead or a scheme?
Over and over…
its eyes ice over.
I suck up the fly with air stream.
Dear Dad, you’ll be happy to know
the fly you let in, had to go
The show he put on -
Its buzz, it is gone.
It's buried in the bag - a John Doe.
If my spirit is akin to an animal
It would surely be the lovely doe
With beauty quiet and reserved
Brown eyes that seem to know...
Eyes so like hidden forest pools
Deep, seemingly brimmed with tears
Every move with a dancer's grace
Watching, afraid to come to near...
When I see her in the meadow
Or feeding on a summer hillside
I pause to reflect on her beauty
For a time, my heart with her abides....
For the " If I Were an Animal" contest..
Barbara Gorelick
The soft kiss of spring long past first brushed her face.
Since; ravages of winters by the score had left their trace
upon this bedraggled body to which no one laid a claim.
All hint of where or who she was, erased when found
laid gently by the church upon the hallowed ground
in desperate hope that some god her soul would claim.
Somewhere a lonely family lost in guilt would mourn;
between the living, dead, funeral or food was torn.
Another victim of our times, the papers claim.
doe dolphin
bud dew-bedecked dawn
things all these
past and gone
grow wall,grow wall
not the corn
flats- villa- duplex earth adorn
Veiling wardrobe vying with roar
sumtuous sex to seventh heaven soar
frigidity flirts with feverish flair
relishing euphoric ****** rare
poems popcorns petty prudish puff
licentious thoughts and roads all rough
hi hello friends vile vagrant words
as if unruly shepherds'herds
write not,write not,tell I myself
business brings this power nor pelf