Short Stag Poems
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Here lies (but I must tell the truth)
A Stag Party Dancer named Ruth
A natural wonder
Who caused priests to blunder
Inside the confessional booth
Male stag beetles fight, fight, fight
Winning their mates into the night
Pinching each other with bravado big
Beating enemies with pinchers that dig
~"~ Our King of the Glens ~"~
~"~ In proud defense of it's realm ~"~
~"~"Majestic in stance ~"~
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wind chills dip harsh freeze
branches snapping under snow~
stag stands frozen still
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a fox, young stag and rabbit walk into a hut
Who! Yelled a creepy guy we kind of named Nut
Isn’t it a bar, don’t you mean bar? A bar, right?
The fox, young stag and rabbit ran out of sight.
It's disgusting I know and I try not to brag
But as hard as I try it blurts out though I gag
Tried hard. can't hold it in
In self adoration I swim
Only a few have equaled this stunning stag
intense . . . to begin with, belayed by hours
hewn soliloquy through obverse platitudes
benign, betrayal among friends, in grounds
of open mouths, a kraken of tongues regale
upon which bar the cocktails finally arrived
heroic white stag
Keeper of winter light
Protector of frost and ice
He parades into my mind
Bringing peace doves
Showing what innocence can do
The newness of January
Refreshing me
Giving me my own antlers
Allowing me my oneness of self
Dare challenge me?
Then be my guest …
The stags enter into a jousting quest,
No time now for antlers to rest,
The challenger locks his horny crest,
With focused stare and forceful zest,
A testosterone and power fest,
Nature at its Darwinian best.
Into the gene-pool
He wished to invest,
Can he suceed,
Survive this test?
I bargained with God please don't send me back,
unless I can have green eyes like my cat..
I also requested brown stripes on my back.
Earth tones blend in, a well-known fact.
My final petition was to have four legs.
It's much more efficient when chasing stags.
If I must return for one final tour.
Don't make me a human.
I won't endure.
Mellow and magnificent,
he grazes in the dawn.
His power is unquestioned here,
Guardian of doe and fawn.
Serenity is parted, broken,
peace is split asunder.
Seeking flesh, those famished come,
with hearts of granite, gaits of thunder.
He sprints with vigor, youth, and fear,
he dashes through dark and day,
but keen and starving, they yet are swift,
exhaust consumes, thus he falls prey.
So many kill and die this way.