The big game often appears when the hunter has given up the hunt for the day.
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Hunter or the hunted! ! ! ! !
If you be a hunter,
Besides being good marksman,
One needs sportsmanship.
What makes one a hunter;
Fun of the game or sadistic pleasure,
At times I wonder…
Hunted or the hunter
In the playfield, there is a slim chance,
The pursuer end as prey.
So what,
If its a poem or a poet;
Its all in the game,
an occupational hazard...
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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I Hunt
I hunt.
For specific kinds of meat.
I hunt.
To feed that desire within me I seek.
I hunt.
I do not keep my needs a secret.
I do not wish to discreet them in any way.
I hunt.
I want this known.
I want it easy for the meat,
To be captured and seasoned.
With a sauté done to taste.
And delayed at a minimum wait.
I hunt.
For specific kinds of meat.
I hunt.
To feed that desire within me I seek.
I hunt.
To satisfy what it is I do.
And grunt...
Sometimes,
Just before the morning dew appears.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All are hunters
Everyone is a hunter;
Everyone must hunt for food.
As a hunter, one’s no mercy.
Justice has no ultimate role.
09.03.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Mystery Hunt
The only game there is
In a place small enough to play it...
Is the one so completely obvious
Those involved are given clues,
To help them solve the puzzle!
Hopefully avoiding the need
To build additional prisons
And new schools few attend!
Especially for those who believe
The game being played is Mystery Hunt!
When there is no 'mystery' for those who see it!
And the hunt is barely a foot chase,
To catch a fleeing turtle!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Unforgiven Hunt
I shouldn't be telling you this
No one should be telling you this, but
Only a few people even know
About the time of the Unforgiven Hunt-
We are on the Unforgiven Hunt, so I should tell you
I can't even tell you
What the Hunt is about
And why it is called just that-
The Hunt
But I just told you
That the Hunt is called the Hunt
For a reason-
So now I should tell you the whole story
How we came to this point
Why our features stand out
In the whole world, all the countries
First, we were like all the others
Down-to-earth, forgiving, out loud
Sharing all our secrets
But now the Hunt people regret
That we came this far
We came this far, we broke our friendship apart
Now we are on the Unforgiven Hunt
The time of the Hunt started at the time of the Hunt
No one really knows
When it was, what it was that unbalanced the scale
Of life and death-
But we are on the Unforgiven Hunt
We started the Unforgiven Hunt by saying,
"We have to increase our lifestyle, then we'll stop"
But over time, it grew to be our hobby
Beating other countries
In machines, in factories and greed
In food, in water and high standards
In shelter, in organizing, in need
We are still on the Unforgiven Hunt
I A Hunter.
I a hunter of life,
I got shot by a hunter with my knife,
I a hunter of death,
A shot just broke my teeth
I a hunter of destiny,
Am afraid mine is taken,
I hunter of happiness,
am afraid mine is darkness
I a hunter of purity,
Putifying isn't my duty,
I a hunter of greatness,
I've just found am the smallest
I hunter of Love,
But am a sparrow not a dove,
and now I've got a message,
A message I, ve meant to receive
Hallow love Thank you,
my mind is holified that is you,
you have made my mind over due,
you made me think about you
SO THANK YOU
poem by Dickson Mseti
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The Hunter's Moon
The Hunter's Moon rides high,
High o'er the close-cropped plain;
Across the desert sky
The herded clouds amain
Scamper tumultuously,
Chased by the hounding wind
That yelps behind.
The clamorous hunt is done,
Warm-housed the kennelled pack;
One huntsman rides alone
With dangling bridle slack;
He wakes a hollow tone,
Far echoing to his horn
In clefts forlorn.
The Hunter's Moon rides low,
Her course is nearly sped.
Where is the panting roe?
Where hath the wild deer fled?
Hunter and hunted now
Lie in oblivion deep:
Dead or asleep.
poem by Mathilde Blind
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The Lone Stranger
It is an icy mist that clouds the night
A bird takes off in silent flight
An ice shard cracks as a hunter appears
Her coat the colour of frosted tears
A hunter, predator, mortal ghost
Her gaze the thing we fear the most
The wolf, the stealthy lone stranger
But her eyes not her howl speak of danger
poem by Steffi Webster
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If the hunter comes back with mushrooms, don't ask him how his hunt was.
Coventry in November
They say it was a Hunter’s moon
The night the City died
They say it was a hunter’s moon
The day the people cried
They say it was a hunter’s moon
That took our house away
They say it was a hunter’s moon
When the devil came to stay
An ageing now I’d like to know
Won’t someone tell me soon,
Why the reaper came to mow
in the light of the hunter’s moon
poem by Adrian Wait
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Lonely Is The Hunter
My eggs in one basket, but she threw me a bone
She was dealt a full deck, but she likes to live alone
Aint just talkin to myself, need a reason to stop (oh yeah)
With a flower in her teeth, she drained the last drop
I said girls love money like bees the honey
But lonely is the hunter, youre my one and only, and lonely is the hunter
Asked her for a refill, sweat flew off my face (oh yeah)
Shes a legendary figure, kept me in a cage
Shes a torture chamber, when I seduced her in my bed (ooh yeah)
She gave a cold reading, success went to her head
In the heat of the battle the heart cannot rule, Im such a fool
But lonely is the hunter, youre my one and only, and lonely is the hunter
Lonely is the hunter, youre my one and only, and lonely is the hunter
Lonely is the hunter, youre my one and only, and lonely is the hunter
Lonely is the hunter, youre my one and only, and lonely is the hunter
song performed by by Kiss
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When the hunter returns and is holding mushrooms, don't ask him about how his hunt went.
Lonely Is The Hunter
There is a thing out there that lives in the dark
Lamented into dust is the crow
A star shining in the sky
In the darkened night
A filling taste it is
Lonely is the hunter in the days
Of them we are
Of they there are none
Two times the rooster crows
In the days of the lonely hunter
Hope dead and cold
Lonely is the hunter
None nearby lonely is the hunter
Tombs filling the heart
Lonely is the hunter
The hunter is he
poem by Alex Fischer
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Until Lions have their own historians tales of the hunt will always glorify the hunter.
Until lions have their own historians, tales of the hunt shall always glorify the hunter.
Until lions have their historians, tales of the hunt shall always glorify the hunter.
Until the lions have their historians, tales of the hunt shall always glorify the hunter.
Death Of A Youth
How old is to old?
How young is to young?
For Death knowns no number
Death knows no age.
I have the same dreams as you.
I have the same hopes and fears as you do.
Then why do I not have the same rights as you do?
Why do you hunt me like a animal in the concrete jungle of life.
Why did you track me down the side walk river.
Then gun me down.
What Devine power made you the hunter and me the prey.
Is it because my eyes are not blue like yours.
Could it be because my skin is dark like the dirty it was created from.
Why do you hunt me.
Don't you know I am not a animal.
I am a man just like you
poem by Jackie Compton
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The Hunter Gets Captured By The Game
Every day brings change,
And the world puts on a new face,
Certain things rearange,
And the world seems like a new place.
Secretly Ive been trailing you,
Like a fox that preys on a rabbit,
I had to get you, and so I knew,
I had to learn all your ways and all your habbits.
Youre the catch that I was after,
I looked up and I was in yout arms,
And I know I was captured.
Whats this whole world coming to,
Things just aint the same,
Anytime the hunter gets captured by the game.
I had laid such a tender trap,
Hoping you might fall into it,
But love hit me with a sudden slap,
Just one of your kisses and baby I knew it.
My plan didnt work out like I thought,
I had laid my trap for you,
But it seems, baby, I got caught.
Whats this whole world coming to,
Things just aint the same,
Anytime the hunter gets captured by the game.
Youre the catch that I was after,
I looked up and I was in yout arms,
And I know I was captured.
Whats this whole world coming to,
Things just aint the same,
Anytime the hunter gets captured by the game.
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Youre the catch that I was after,
I looked up and I was in yout arms,
And I know I was captured.
Whats this whole world coming to,
Things just aint the same,
Anytime the hunter gets captured by the game.
song performed by by Grace Jones
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