Fawn Ghazal
Inside a snowy blanket which put the trees to sleep,
I heard a fawn.
Out past the window's ice coat in the morning, I
found a sleeping fawn.
There are men in yellow kitchens watching hands of
brown-eyed women
while men in orange jackets dream in secret, of
capturing a fawn.
When I was younger I was taught, but have forgotten,
sweet timidity.
When I am older I will learn, by necessity, the
light-footedness of fawns.
Someone left a lily on my doorstep, eggshell white
with speckled leaves;
the card of introduction said the flower's name was
Fawn.
Sages wonder if it's possible for men to turn to
animals.
I wonder if they've pondered the agility of fawns.
Submitted by Joe Shields
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Life is like a mirror if you fawn it, it fawns back and if you smile, it smiles.
The Swan And The Fawn
Finely Freckled Fawn called to Suave, Stately Swan,
“Please help me quickly. I need you to come on.
When I took a drink in the pond, what did I see?
But a poor little fawn drowning who looked just like me.”
Sir Swan explained “Be calm my dear and listen here.
It’s only your reflection.” he explained with affection.
“Each time you take a drink just think how you can smile,
As that pretty face looking at you is happy all the while.”
“Oh thank you Sir Swan.” said the grateful Freckled Fawn.
“All my fears and all my tears from now on will be gone.
Suave, Stately Swan and Finely Freckled Fawn are friends
Because of thoughtfulness and gratitude upon which friendship depends.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Aquamarine
In aquamarine ran off my warmth traversing
mild meadows with swallows of ash
past the pink sunset
Three cherry Cardinals swooped past partly pleased
the brook trickled near
Evading were than icon imaginings
the following Fawns
the spotted taupe-hazel Fawn
Three taupe Robins at a white well
The magic cello hummed earlier
Sword at side passed over my warmth
through the falling cascades
off on the pink sunset
Three cherry Cardinals swooped past partly pleased
The level prairie sat below
Supple were they sandal-ed sand
The sheer slim fawns
The discomfited shuffled Fawns
Three graceless Mothers in the green dell
The ravenous barb earlier crooned
Curtsy at waist my warmth traversing
Casing the waterfall behind
Off in the pink sunset
Three cherry Cardinals swooped past partly pleased
The vertical crests sat above
Brighter be they than tranquil birth
The sheer slim Fawns
The taller edgy Fawns
Three higher Vicars at the mild meadow
Adept Huntsmen
Ran below
In aquamarine ran off my warmth traversing
mild meadows with swallows of ash
past the pink sunset
Three cherry Cardinals
And neither was chosen
as the smoke spewed Black
Brighter Is One's Life Turned On
Fawning over luxuries?
Don't you fawn.
Those luxuries one day will leave,
And everything fawned.
What will you do if they go?
And there's nothing left that's shown?
Only grief exposing life,
And 'things' gone.
Fawning over luxuries?
Don't you fawn.
Those luxuries one day will leave,
And everything fawned.
Hoping for a return for them,
Only makes a sadness deepen.
When it dawns to end a fawning...
Brighter is one's life turned on.
With a darkness by such dawning gone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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She jerked away from me like a startled fawn might, if I had a startled fawn and it jerked away from me.
quote by Raymond Chandler
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Sonnet: When the Sun Comes On
The Earth is so dark moonless night;
Tropical forests don’t have any light;
Life is quiet mostly in the midnight,
Save those animals that shun any light.
The whole world just keeps waiting for daylight,
And suddenly life appears in our sight;
The flora takes off her nocturnal gown;
The leaves look green and the bark is now brown.
The fauna too awaits the Sun’s first rays!
To warm up their bodies in the brightened ways;
And soon the meadow becomes all alive;
The Honey bees buzzing from every hive.
Sniffing the fresh air comes the dancing Fawn!
And Birds sing their songs, heralding the Dawn.
6-1-2000
poem by John Celes
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In memoriam of their serenity
I like to sleep again in a cradle.
Where is my perambulator?
I lost my feeding bottle
and the bootees are not fit now.
My beautiful mom who was the protectress
of this fawn.
When I crawl you gave me your big hand
my handsome dad.
Where did you go with my poor mom?
It's unbelievable,
When I take my children to school in the morning
I see both of you through the mist at the handrail
with my old books.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Unbearably lovely music is heard as the curtain rises, and we see the woods on a summer afternoon. A fawn dances on and nibbles slowly at some leaves. He drifts lazily through the soft foliage. Soon he starts coughing and drops dead.
Woody Allen in Without Feathers
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And sometimes you have to go above the written law, I believe.
My Canadian Chronicles 11
He laid there on a stool
his eyes watching my every move
as I sat at the table and wrote.
He looked aloof
as he looked at me,
an Egyptian Prince of Royalty.
His fawn coloured coat
not a spindle of fur out of place
and his tail of irregular stripes.
When I moved he moved and waited
for me to stroke him.
As I did, he gave out a short cry
more, more, more.
10 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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Stay Gone
I'll fawn over photographs
That you never would get to see
Swallow your own neglect
With your miserable company
Your daughter forgot her memories
Your daughter forgot her
Remember these
I'm over the precedent
Of a false security
No matter how I come back
You can never be proud of me
It's too long to stay gone
It's too long to stay gone
[Chorus]
I don't regret what words were said-
Deserved respect you never had
Watching the world keep falling around you
I don't expect your hand in this
Under duress and influence
Watching the world keep falling around you
I'll fawn over photographs
That you never would get to see
No matter how I come back
You can never be proud of me
It's too long to stay gone
It's too long to stay gone
[Chorus]
I don't regret what words were said-
Deserved respect you never had
Watching the world keep falling around you
I don't expect your hand in this
Under duress and influence
Watching the world keep falling around you
(around you
song performed by by Get Up Kids from On A Wire
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I think Col. North is first a U.S. citizen and he has the same rights as you yourself do, sir.
My Favorite blanket
When I was very little
I had a favorite blanket
I named her (For to me that
fluffy piece of fabric with
threads hanging off it,
was a girl) Yes I named her
Boobie
Now boobie was 'brown'
with small flecks of 'fawn'
she Hung by my side from dusk
until dawn.
One day as I sat in my 'beige' child's seat
with a 'chocolate' ice cream I was trying to eat
it melted and covered me from head to my feet
my boobie and I were stuck to the seat
Chocolate everywhere
Everything turned 'brown' including the 'beige'
little chair I now found.
Mummy would be so angry I knew
so I decided on what I must do
I gathered the mess
took it into the bath
filled up the tub
and then for a laugh
chucked in the chair with me and my clothes
funny thing happened the water just rose
over it flowed onto the floor
a sticky 'chocolate brown' water ran out the door
I remember Mummy did not think it fun
when she saw the mess and what I had done
She sent me to think about things in my room
with my soggy 'brown' blanket
to help ease my gloom
poem by Janice M Pickett
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Yusof
I am given a day to sail on but,
I am scattered in the lustrous blue-black attacks of my identity;
But, who has a complaint about me?
And like seeing my eyes off the two golden-brown gloves,
For the swollen fawn moon came about;
And those little red ones with a cream on are for Yusof.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Goldfinch Is Singing
The beauty of Nature the joys of the Spring
In that scrubby place where the goldfinches sing
Their songs of November on the sapling trees
That sway to and fro in the freshening breeze
The wildborn goldfinches lovely to behold
With red around their bills and fawn, dark brown and gold
Their twittering low notes like fairy bells ring
The wonders of Nature a magical thing
With brown spots on their fragile wings white butterflies
So effortlessly off of the wildflowers they rise
Few of them live longer than 48 hours
Their lives even shorter than Nature's wildflowers
Where-ever i turn to look Nature's beauty i see
And a goldfinch is singing on a sapling tree.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Who Is Not Hungry
Who is not hungry
Tell me
Who has raised above
Chronic fatigue
Tell me
And tell me
O fawn, tell me.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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I did not know many of the details relevant to the Iran and contra initiatives.