Short Hunkering Poems
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the horse hunkering
rain drenched muddy
up on the hill ears down.
Theme: HORSE
Bob Renard
Constance’s Contest entitled:
Horses or Snowflakes or Horses and Snowflakes Poetry Contest
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
Safe place inside me
Deep within my heart
Hidden but not lost
Quiet but not mute
Never touched by fear
Childish spirit
Hunkering down
You are here now
Speak up Release
God within
Eternal
Voice of love
Living
Breathing
Soul.
Tom Turkey got lost 'midst the teeming flock,
Thus, avoiding the dreaded chopping block!
Hunkering down spared his life,
Averting the carving knife!
He now recovers from traumatic shock!
Forgives Florida
Not so much The Bahamas
Stay safe everyone
Keep hunkering down
This monstrosity shall pass
God be with you all!
Date written: 09/01/2019
Recalling 2011
Written: by Miracle Man
August 12, 2021
A violent wind, thunderous, and loudly,
moves some stationary things it touches.
If in the “fraidy hole” hunkering proudly,
you've evaded mother natures clutches
“It’s an all-too-human frailty to suppose
that a favorable wind will blow forever.”
Rick Bode
To love someone who couldn’t love back the same way
Only to be used and than discarded for there own selfish needs
Left out in a storm filled with darkness, no meaning why, but left
Hunkering down as the storm unleashes its worst upon your heart and soul
Bearing to witness the pain and sorrow
of days and weeks to months
It feels like hell
Letting go isn’t an option
Exchanging ions with the atmosphere
Yet hunkering down this
Deck of cards reveals
A future near and dear
Byways on the highways
Broken garbage emblems unremembered
The blood barriers still circulating
Truth and doubt
This atomic moment springs beyond symbols
Dont miss
The ecstatic dancing Shiva
Loosely twisting dark matter into beams of neon light
As eyelids turn down their shades
A question remains
How to rearrange fate?
Looking out my window this 38 degree morning
I saw that:
The bushes are weighted down
with the moisture;
the droplets on the verge of
morphing into ice;
hunkering against the cold.
The weeds are dead and stiff
with the end of a dry season;
now wet, turned into intensely
deep shades of brown
and ochre.
The tall un-mown grasses
are matted down
by fallen leaves,
saddened by season's end
and wet with shiny tears.
Winter arrives on a carpet of white,
in a glistening gown of ice and snow.
She alights as migrating geese take flight
and blustery breezes begin to blow,
to the cheers of the babes of Scorpio.
Snow entombs Autumn's dead in a white shroud,
burying city streets till they get plowed
and shutting down all but Nature's playground.
As a grey, somber sky gives way to cloud,
Nature's wildlife begins hunkering down.
Hungrier than a wolf pack hunkering down the hill
A lpha teen male footballers share microwaving kill
Meat tonight they smell and enough to go around
Burgers make them happy and they munch with humming sounds
Under meat they peek to see if pickles thrill the palate
Grudgingly they toss the greens that try to pose as salad
Eating is a joy-- onion ketchup mustard gourmet mess
Running down their faces is a combination guess.
Looking out my window this 38 degree morning
I saw that:
The bushes are weighted down
with the moisture;
the droplets on the verge of
morphing into ice;
hunkering against the cold.
The weeds are dead and stiff
with the end of a dry season;
now wet, turned into intensely
deep shades of brown
and ochre.
The tall un-mown grasses
are matted down
by leaves fallen at season's end,
gathering the moisture,
ready to rest from summer's toil
in a quiet and peaceful
dormancy.