Short Hare Poems
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A side view glance, wry
Scholastic eyes, wise - white hare
Speaks demands answers
My mouth dictating rivers
Speaks in under-water dreams.
echoes from fallen timber, tucks his head
slowly escaping the smoke
he lives another day
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Moving at the pace of a turtle
pick up the pace there is no hurdle!
Kindly move over
can't go any slower;
If I hop past you don't startle.
THE TURTLE AND THE HARE
A “turtle” on the path of
Enlightenment
Runs faster than a “hare” on the
Highway of confusion!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
31 MAY 2013
a limerick by Wayne Wysocki
The tortoise and hare had a race
But the rabbit came in second place
So the notion that speed
Makes the win guaranteed
Just isn't always the case.
Hare trapped in a bubble,
Too pained by the capture;
Yet chews its last supper.
Even joy precedes pains—
stop your stare,
dare to help.
Though I err,
spare some love,
wipe my tear.
snow white arctic hare
grand master of camouflage~
searching is futile
Wild Animal/Hare
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One day I was sitting in a field
Ogling at my afternoons yield
When across the road I seen
A lovely meadow so green
Cars don't see fur as a shield
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Soft eyed promoter, softer
Evening's light within
One hare, of what, too, my heart
Drew, moistily, out.
Through which quietness, more airs'
Wild herb scents hung in
Enlarged a soul's own focus.
"Bondship,!" Each thought-sprout.
The hare expected to win and the tortoise knew he would lose--too much and too little of themselves, until fate intervened.
One sat under the apple tree until an apple fell on its head, and the other was on top of that tree, simply going out on a limb.
She has a certain savoir-faire;
always clever with the cleaver.
Young leveret wants to believe her,
follows signs for trim of hare.
Too old, her title to recoup,
waits patient at the barbershop,
then takes a little off the top;
a tortoise makes delightful soup.
The rabbit died; it lost its head.
Tastes like chicken: what they said.
Skinning rabbit’s hard to do
When they’re staring back at you.
Truth is, they’re quite good to eat;
A protein source that can’t be beat.
Today’s events will haunt my dreams,
No one told me bunnies scream.
The Hare and The Turtle
The hare and the turtle were in a race.
No one was there to set the pace,
The hare took the lead we did see.
With the turtle far behind.
We we all know the story
But what you don't know is how the hare won the race.
He won by a hare when driving a Ford.
Aesop writes about an unlikely pair
A race betwixt a turtle and a hare
While the hare fiddled around
The wily turtle gained ground
Resulting in the hare losing the dare
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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The tortoise ran his race
far, far off the pace
While the speedy hare
zoomed from here to there
Yet when they tallied up the score
the tortoise had paused to help more
folks than the hare, who went too fast
missed his chance, and came in last
"Small hare,
Why do you cry under the birch on the lawn?
The grass became wet from your tears!
See, what wonderful day!
The butterflies are so beautiful
and the dragonflies fly here,
The flowers blossom all around,
You have a carrot in your paw?"
"But Vovka the Hare has two carrots!"
Form:
In open country
chances are he'll be running.
Knowing the sound of every wind-shift
he'll cradle his life in the rock-a-bye cornsticks
hind legs bunched for the big bolt forward
to spring over runaway ground.
Today, in the photograph
which I have called "Hare Leaping"
he will take forever to complete one bound.
The thing about bunnies
I find rather funny:
it’s hard to have only two.
You put them together
in any old weather,
and one thing is certainly true:
that before you know it,
that cage? They’ll outgrow it,
and you’ll be cooking up stew.
But you’d best take care
to leave a matched pair,
Or your soup-making days will be through.
Wherever I may hop
and plop them down
in summer my hind feet
are a shade of brown
yet in winter white
which leave large footprints
each and every night
but then by day
I'll have you know
they give the game away
as is my inborn habit
here there and everywhere
for at best I'm less a rabbit
more a snowshoe hare
forest bamboo bush
evening breeze's gentle caress
haunting flute melody fills the air
cows searching for its cowherd,
Hare Krihsna,Hare Krishna
Krishna Hare Hare .
B-The Word of Life is joy everlasting-a
E-In the game of life, we win, lose, and die-b
T-patterns reasoning, be glad we're living-a
T-living for the trice, losers don't comply,-b
E-trifles our distractions are ankle-deep.-c
R-Count on time won't add up you'll meet Grim Reap.-c
I twitch
and switch
to face the feared foe ...
how does he always know
which way I will go?
How he does follow
this dance
my trance ...
as I hold so still
hoping he will
slither on by.
Every day
we sway
and now I face the terror
to leap
away to the warren so deep
and hope he
will only sleep
until next we meet.
*********** for Matt Caliri's contest *************
So you think tortoise
won the race,
not so.
Today the last
of hare's descendants
passed on.
On his death
bed from his
lips came this,
"My great, great,
so many grandfathers
was bribed,
to throw the race
to the tortoise
by the way of carrots.
His greatest weakness,
you didn't really think
the tortoise could have
won do you." then he passed on.
wrote 4-14-07
L-Speed misjudged its breaks; odds knew--widow's mite.-a
E-Live yond your means, who are your family.-b
T-A hard worker, big spender, works in spite,-a
T-Jones styles for their smiles save one--their envy.b
E-Live simple, live smart unlike ducks and drakes,-c
R-odds knew--widow's mite; speed misjudged its breaks.-c
He keeps airborne, skimming over the grass
defying a specific gravity
of joy or fear.
He throws weight off his back like water.
The sky rolls over coiling flesh
as he hurls a tunnel of space ahead.
Where he has yet to bounce, the grass parts,
the land accommodates his passage -
gives way.
A walleyed rapture, a blind bounding
from the tip of mad whiskers.
A last ripple
while blades of grass reclaim the moment.