Short Hunker Poems
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Now is the time to hunker down
COVID-19 has come to town
Avoid your doom
Stay in your room
But just in case, wear a nightgown!
Mr. Archie Bunker
For the good ole days did hunker
Confronted with 'ethnics' or punkers
He turned green at the gills...went bonkers
When a storm is passing through
What do the sane and the sensible do
They hunker down until the crisis is past
Safe, not sorry ~ as long as it lasts
wolves hunker down with their kits
cowed by howling biting northern winds
pack is silent; alpha stands his ground on hill
gods’ winter sky battle intimidates the forest
Hibernation is the name of the game
As we hunker down today from the rain
200 mph winds were sustained
In that Mexican hurricane
Best let it blow over as to a lamp post we're chained
© Jack Ellison 2015
They claim they care
How their bank accounts fair!!
As your health, to paramedics, they leave
Their next loan tranche to sieve
From curfew to lockdown we flit
As on their ample behinds, they sit
While the masses hunker down
The deep state's in town
SCARY TIME
It’s an earthquake tremor
Could it be that the world is coming to an end
Dilemma
The forecast lied
Hunker down in safety, my friend
Inside
Oh Wow
Is this a trend
Now
It’s an earthquake tremor
Hunker down in safety, my friend
Now
There's a heat advisory in the frozen north
Must take precautions as we go forth
Need to hunker down
Or in sweat we will drown
Dangerous times as the temperature soars
© Jack Ellison 2015
Yes you heard right... a heat advisory in the frozen north!!!
Little midnight bunny
Hid in deepest umbra
Cunning coyotes prowl
A spotted owl searches
Wherever can you go?
A rattler reached your hole
A wily weasel roams
Inky shadows shrinking
As the moon is rising
Wherever can you go?
A striped skunk skulks your way
Hunker down, let him stay
Cold World
Blizzards pass, storms ensue,
Snowy paths, guide my view.
Where roaring winds are in pursuit,
my heart is where hope is imbued.
Laying the bedding, in earth’s full view,
I hunker down, and slumber ensues.
Where hope is, I am in pursuit,
For this cruel world is in need of review.
Taking No Prisoners
Miracle Man
2/20/2023
In my early days, if you were my friend,
I didn’t question things done or said,
and rules I may have allowed to bend.
But If my enemy, my thoughts were,
don’t bother running up the white flag.
Just hunker down like some cur.
I could be as merciful as allowed to be,
which was always my preferred way,
or as merciless as I felt forced to be.
Form:
Sunrise shivers
slowly streaking
frozen fields
grasses huddled
against icy winds.
Silent sparrows
hunker down
awaiting the angst
of an unfocused
feeble warmth.
A cat scratches
timidly
at the door
pawing
a cold draft.
Somewhere
that pesky grey squirrel
slumbers
cradled
in its fluffy tail.
Softly
a reluctant sun
tints
hoar frost hard edges
with golden
promise.
John G. Lawless
©12/8/2018
THE PERFORMANCE
She’s a dancer ready to chronograph her next move.
The chair is her boogie down stool.
Her hand synthesis the groove.
She looks as if her depths are being used.
Her arm is amalgamated to the symphony sounds in the room.
She squats in a hunker down pose to expose her sensual core.
Yes, she desires to be an instrumental part of the performance.
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Written February 27, 2016!
Hunkered Down
Written: by Miracle man
3-26-2020
We currently are facing an uncertain future,
nothing like my eighty-one years has seen yet.
Wounds beyond closing with staple or suture,
providing the world reasons, for many to fret.
Let our faith assures us that “this too shall pass”
and until that happens we must all hunker down.
individually it seems worse for the aging class,
prayer won’t cause glower but reduces your frown.
Social Distancing
(on St. Patrick’s Day)
Written: by Miracle Man
3-17-2020
Today i had intended to be robed in green,
And yet I sit at home under self quarantine.
COVID-19 has caused unusually rough sledding,
Trying to avoid, perhaps some super spreading.
This self isolation, brings to my face a frown,
But by those knowing best, I’m urged to hunker down.
While many work feverously, behind the scene,
I’m a fusty old man not wearing any green.
A Snow day comes.
Snowfall impedes our mobility.
Now some venture out to test their ability.
Our streets and yards are pristine white.
We're trapped 'neath Winter's cold, grey light.
Don't venture out on a day like this,
As Old Man Winter shakes his fist.
You wait for the snow plough, this is no jest.
Come bake some cookies or play a board game;
Or shovel the walk way till you've got the blains.
Most hunker down by the fire to stay warm.
Even rabbits stay in on this chilly morn.
Sigh!
don't live today
what was learned
learned well once
can't be unlearned
stuck in a rut
thoughts bouncing
bound train tracks
one way ticket
purchased years ago
for this line only
now still validated
long lost reasons
don't confuse me
by words or action
hunker down hide
not a drop of truth
will i drink today
pound if you must
defenses multipy
since you're not aware
that i don't know
but a peak shows
i've seen your hand
you write the last line
LAST SHALL BE FIRST