Despair not,
The wound is superficial
The arrow only grazing
Your death mask delayed
The pain is real
But the end,
far from us
A young buck in Toronto named Trask
sunbathes nude for the girls if they ask.
They're impressed with his dong,
it's so thick, long and strong
and it's certainly up for the task!
young buck deer
nonchalant among bushes
of the manicured lawn
An English accent helps,
if you’re at least half well dressed
in an American bar.
Your voice maybe a passport
to getting yourself laid
or it may perhaps be an invitation
for some young buck to spoil your night
in a fit of beer rage.
However,
if you leave with the girl,
it was because of your good looking
accent;
and I thank you
Sir Winston Churchill.
Sheba the sexiest, severest sensual rabbit in Shellbyville
Walks in a seductive way that has the men all quiet and still.
Their wives are wishing she would swish and sashay out of town.
Watching her work those come-hither hips in her glitzy, beautiful gown.
She is truly the big cheese of femininity, says star-struck Mr. Huck.
Watching her swishes, wishing he was still a healthy young buck.
a fawn frolics free 'cross the meadow
coat aglow, bathed in sunshine
her young buck sleeps apace, never stirring
wrapped in arms of conifers, tall pines
the fawn pauses to sniff the chill forest
sorrow's torment streams toward her heart
shots ring out, dogs bay, crimson sky ~
archers yawn, another fawn's cry
When I started guarding Najin and Fatu I was twenty-two years young.
I am now sixty-two, and I am worried about my reflexes.
Poachers have never stopped coming.
They are the only predators of the white rhino.
How much longer can they live? My partner Abdul asks me.
Some white rhinos live to be fifty years old, I tell him.
Will you still be guarding them when you are seventy-two?
I do not see why not, I reply. If I have my health.
He is a young buck, and I can see this reply amuses him.
We have had no troubles yet. This is only his second day.
When he has been standing all day in the grassland for forty years
Maybe he will be a little less eager to see a poacher.
Right now, he is waiting, and hoping.
Najin and I meet eyes.
Najin smiles.
Knowing what I am thinking.
I watched intently
My eyes In conflict, to not know
To not have ever witnessed, this which
Now unfolds before my eyes.
I'm beyond the age of a child
That seeks shelter in mother's bosom
I'm beyond that of a young buck who has
Caught the scent & pursues his first love
I'm not to the age that my skin
Resembles the walnut seed
Not to the age where life has slowed to
Which would allow time to tend the blooms
I've witnessed many things,but what I witness now is beyond my grasp of what's
Possible in this life, I've heard of
Miracles, seeing, & doing Godly things
My heart beats faster than the wings flapping on a hummingbird's flight
I'm more excited than that of a young
Coming down stair on Christmas morning
And....
Well....
I owe it to you...
Such profound beauty & benevolence
You are an Angel sent to teach us
I have witnessed to most beautiful act
Of selfless courage & love I've ever seen
Though I could never be you
I can change, I will change
You will never know nor see
But you are my mentor
I want to be like thee
R.K.H
There was once an old man from Altoona
Who decided to cast for some tuna
'Twas a mermaid he landed
He sighed saying off-handed
"How I wish I had caught her much soona!"
Oh! How I would love to make her my bride
But I'm old, grizzled and gray and, beside
'Twould be my usual luck
She'd take up with some young buck,
So I will release her at next high tide
Entry for Tania Kitchin's "Two Sea Themed Limerick" Contest
(27 July 2019)
TOOK 3D PLACE IN THE CONTEST
Half-Eleven Form Contest/Nina Parmenter
THE ETOWAH INDIANS
The Etowah indians, tribe of redskins,
trading their buckskins.
Mississippian mounds base of temple grounds —
history astounds.
Spaniards kick dust, sitting high on each horse,
with winds changing course.
Silver helmets and harquebuses - tribe stared —
the thunderclap scared!
The Etowah Indians tribe of redskins
leave Georgia with wins
and young “bucks” with grins.
10/28/2018
harquebus - type of gun that sounded like thunder
young buck - a young person, child
A Mormon in Salt Lake City
Was white as the snow and pretty
Bit it was her luck
To meet a young buck
More skilled in the nitty-gritty
So God gave her a second chance
But Satan still ruled her pants
The buck left a seed
She had an half-breed
And gossips went wild with their rants
The Relief Society vexed
The Bishops poured over their texts
Her sin was born
To public scorn
If not crushed, then who would be next?
"Heavenly Father" knew the way
The breed's mother would have no say
The breed must go
Out in the snow
Only its God could save the day
God left the breed in the snow
For half-breeds have no place to go
A family tree
Is no guarantee
One won't get ye olde heave-ho
Half-breeds are born without leaven
They can not rise up to heaven
Any crap game
Is their domain
They live for 7-11
An half-breed's snow-angel struggle
Is not an attempt to juggle
The racist hype
Nor hate-filled gripe
Its a final plea for a snuggle.
Hot shot young buck
Sat kissing his beautiful young prom date
Stardate 1958
After climbing a rusty ladded
All the way to the summit at the top
Of the old Standard Oil sponsored Water Tower
That is colloquy known as Lookout Point
Gazing over the late night setting horison
They both made a wish upon a shooting star
In there Midwest Desert Mining Town
That from this moment they shall never be apart
And for many a year this truth would come to pass
But even a wish can only last a certain amount of time
As death comes to us all
Young Buck was destined to become Old Buck
And his beautiful Prom date's
Good looks so in time would wither too
But the wish they once upon a time made
And the years of love they shared
Can still be heard surfing on the Summer Breeze
When perched way up high upon the Water Tower
Drawing new couples into scaling the summit
In search of the Spell True Love Cast
I purchased a rabbit named Brandy
By jingo, that young buck was randy
It caused such a to do
When he humped my left shoe
Thank goodness the hosepipe was handy!
HAPPY EASTER SOUPERS
3/27/18
Cats In The Cradle
cougar
prancing terrain,
prospect's skinny dipping,
yearning inside her garden groove
howling
connie pachecho
6/09/17
Note-With the title I wanted to suggest that there are two
types of cats, cougars. Play on words. This poem reads
both ways. For example an older women (of cougar myth
prancing the dance floor) for her young buck, and the wild cat
likewise searching for a young buck.
Mother tried looking for daughter
Deep on a crescent moon child ran hog wild
cries of sad tears piled at being defiled
She was a young buck when life ran amok,
where mama tried to pluck her back from schmuck.
Gun in hand mama, combed the pimps home land
for demand the return of daughter's hand.
connie pachecho
1/6/17
non contest entry
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