Short Venison Poems
Short Venison Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Venison by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Venison by length and keyword.
Jerusalem artichoke
Haunch of venison,
Roasted rabbit ,stuffed with squid,
Ravioli rice,
Exquisite hybrid-
Well worth the
Price !
Marmalade glazed gammon pork
venison stuffing
turkey breast with all trimmings
chestnut meringue and
cream pudding cigars
mince pies and
Punch!
brewing for so long
over the fire in heaven's hearth
becoming noticed
by its inviting aroma
seasoned venison
Caroline Cécile © 09.06.12
On a hunting trip Yosemite Sam
shot up a loose can of spam
didn't taste like his usual venison
so took for precaution a spoonful of medicine
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This year dear old Santa Claus
says his sleigh will be drawn by a horse,
for when the crafty old denizen
discovered deer can be venison
he planned to use it as his main course.
Two young goats were well prepared
well seasoned and spiced
just the way Jacob liked it
'Twas not venison
but his eyes were dim
He enjoyed
Yum !
Based on the scripture- Genesis 27.1-27
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
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Sitting by his burned fire logs red embers glow and morph into visual stimulus.
Wolfman is sated on venison and has meat hung for jerky in his log home.
Wolfman is pleased with his skill in hunting and survival in the wilderness.
If his buddies could see him now....what they must think?!
While I sip tea sitting in my cabana, enjoying the nature
I watch two deer playing joyfully as the sun shares
My lovely neighbors are barbequing
Venison is on the menu...I have tears
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3-24-2019
I think that I may be indecisive.
But now I’m not really quite sure
I can’t seem to make up my mind
I've never had this problem before
I used to see everything in black and white
Now I can’t decide and nothing is right
I was going to buy some venison
But decided it was a little deer
Maybe I’ll get some new glasses
So my clouded judgement is clear
26th April 2015
Fish madam?
Price Edwards a Welsh man taught me how to poach eggs fish and rabbits
The recipe for poached eggs is universal
Poached perch is.....Take fillets and cheeks saute in butter with a dash of mead
Poached trout........Wrap in aluminum foil with herbs.. throw in small fire
Poached rabbit.....Debone saute in olive oiland butter...add mushrooms and leek
Poached venison I’ve never tried
Violet Jessup -
your fate was messed up.
You could say it really stank,
being on the Olympic, Titanic, and Brittanic when they sank.
Stephen Dennison
Dined on potatoes and venison,
but he got an urge, and stole some candy,
spent thirty years in prison. Ain't that dandy?
Mary, Queen of Scots -
was accused of approving plots.
That's what Queen Elizabeth said,
while ordering the removal of her head.
Up on the rise; above the creek
Braves, boys, and Indian Chief
Sit pow powing as arrows do make
Food gatherer, hunter amazing feats
Catching those fish for food to eat
Higher up on top of the hill
Indian maidens use their skills
Prepare for winter by gathering in
Winter squash, dried fruits, and venison
Shared stories that have no end
(This is strictly imagination from sitting on the porch and thinking what the Indians did to
survive.)
Form:
No race,
Non-descript,
Inexplicable,
It deserves a Hit,
Let's twist it and
turn it like a rubiks
cube,
It will reveal itself
or become unglued,
The pressure to label
is more prevalent than
ever,
So they scan to be clever,
Zapping the mutts and unexplained
of this world with one pull of their
unilever,
Xraying until their livers quiver,
"What is that?" They say in unison,
Hmmmm.....Perhaps it tastes like
venison?
The young doe so alive
Brought down by one shot
Way back, several years ago
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
Slowly
Vultures, crows, bobcats, ants
Ate their fill
Now only dry bones left
Still baked by the sun
My writing has hit a dry spell
Like those dry bones
Baked by the spring sun
All dried up, turned white by the sun
This world can look like an evil place;
Where a man is judged by money, colour or race.
When a child is broken by a ‘human being’
Yet the judge decides the evidence ‘not worth seeing’
This world can sound like we’re knocking on hell’s gate
Innocence like venison, on the guilty man’s plate
This world can feel like a kind of hell
All who hurt have a story to tell
But this world is still a beautiful place,
To those who have nothing - yet still say grace