Poems About: HUNTING

Captain Ahab chucked his deadly harpoon, He
in slow motion, resembled a clownish
cartoon.His aim was centered, waving off
only a few degrees, The mist was winded read more »

Lions rush fields of lush weeds to chase
out the wild game...These hunted prey, run
and jump only to save their own hides from
killing machines who want to kill and mame! read more »

The thirst of blood
The hunger of destruction and death

The blood is our own read more »

We shall not blow a bugle
from the roof top in their memory
because our people did not die
they withered away in the Atlantic read more »

The moon will set upon the pale blue sky.

Stars will shine to illuminate the night. read more »

The brush sweeps across the open plains
As buffaloes do roam and graze
The keenness of the young Sioux braves
As longingly on their prey they gaze read more »

I'm watching you, like a scared mouse
Waiting for the next punishment
I'm hearing your feet pursuing my tracks
Like a dog's nature of hunting reborn read more »

With poise and elegance, the cat sits long,
Eyeing the hole from which the rat comes out;
Though hours have passed and clock has said, ‘ding-dong, ’
The cat stays on unstirred, with tired snout. read more »

The Hunter's Moon rides high,
High o'er the close-cropped plain;
Across the desert sky
The herded clouds amain read more »

I'm anxious to see by return mail what the board of directors think about these poems and how they do prevail
If they want this to be showed on the Internet, it will put my mind to rest
and let me go on thinking that I have done my best. read more »

Sun Breaks over Oak,
Pushing back nights dark cloak,
Who's fingers black the colours do choke. Grass glistens with dew,
Waits to wet the clumsy shoe, read more »

Like a flock in need of a shepherd
languishing on vagaries of life
open to attacks of predators
from all flanks a sitting duck read more »