To Peomhuters.
I will dance and dine-
and be first man to rest.
I will be first man to rest.
Wax cool from bright ankle.
bram, brum, crum, cram,
like that,
yah!
poemhuter has this wood.
when you be a member, you will be a poet.
As such a friend to get.
Keep on hunting in stillness.
what sought you hunt?
That friend as wide.
Ill in portion of hunter-lovers.
why is bright calling the name of hunters?
Like some kind of lively scientist we've deceived.
No one is strong to stand our words.
Error. Your words.
your inspiration.
lala la poemhuter hunt me down.
else, i tell your elegy.
poem by Ebi Robert
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River (Millie)
Flowing through my life like a river,
you provide that tranquility,
the ever constant path and rhythm.
You are all I could of asked for.
A friend I care for,
a friend I can't love more,
a friend so bright,
a friend sparkling my night.
A friend always there,
a friend who is always fair,
a friend who I respect,
a friend better than all the rest.
A friend I admire,
a friend who I can't tire,
I friend who I trust,
a friend which has no lust.
A friend who will last,
a friend who you can't cast,
a friend who is a treasure,
a friend forever for sure.
As I will try to keep you,
supporting you as I can,
standing by your side in decisions,
trusting you with my eyes closed.
poem by Javier Falcon
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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
An Ode for David
Inspiration
From a lopsided table?
Words written down
Told as a fable
Strange request you have
My dear friend
Inspiration I will find
This I do intend
Wooden Table
Possess my tongue
Wintered table
Cry from my lungs
Pen striking paper
You shall be my muse
May the bleeding ink
Cry of your blues
Splintered skin
In a corner rest forgotten
Winding legs
You stand wild as cotton
Pen stroke slide
Across your lofty floor
Three legs you stand
When you should have four
Awkward table
You have no friend
Ancient table
You've reached your bitterend
Should my pen learn sea legs
I'd love you once more
But, on three legs you stand
When you should have four
poem by Kay Gardner
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The Hunt Never Ends
Here I sit
by the reflective pool
my pups sit around me
as I howl at the moon
calling the pack
there is a heard of deer
sleeping under the willow tree
Tonight
The....Hunt....
Will....Sta rt
tonight
we eat our fill and slip into a quiet rest
the hunt never ends
:)
poem by Erika Rayl
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What kind?
what kind of friend that is there for u Always
what kind of friend thats has a picture of you in his heart
what kind of friend thats turns your face upside down when your sad
what kind of friend that takes off his mask in front of others
what kind of friend that wants you till the end
what kind of friend that wipe your tears and be a shoulder to cry on
what kind of friend that you call an angel
what kind of friend wants you HAPPY
what kind of friend wont give up on you
what kind of friend you like to mess around with
what kind of friend? well, THE BEST FRIEND! ! ! ! ...Hamany... ;)
poem by Hamany Al Rashied
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Hey Kind Friend
Hey kind friend
I dont know when Ill see you again
On a ferry boat bound to victoria
Laying down to hide from the wind
Big dipper hangin over the city
You know everything now is different for me
And it aint no use in
Explainin the scenery
I said
Kind friend
Help me forget where I been
Kind friend
Remember who I am
I was too late in spokane
So I caught a ride through the cascade range
I saw the sun die in olympia
Running down on capital lake
Now I ask you for some relief
Its one true root that you bring to me
Its 3 am
And its good company
I said
Hey kind friend
Help me forget where I been
Hey kind friend
Help me remember who I am
Hey kind friend
Dont know if Im gonna see you again
Its okay friend
Its okay friend
(its so hard when they all have to face going away)
So Ill meet you in new orleans or Ill see you around
Cause I dont know if its worth coming down
Hey Im calling you
From a goldrush town
And I say
Hey kind friend
Help me forget where Ive been
Hey kind friend
Help me remember who I am
Hey kind friend
I dont know if Im gonna see you again
Its ok friend
Im ok friend
I said Im ok friend
Im ok friend
(see ya later)
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Never Said
That summer of 62
on the school playing field
and she sitting there
with her friends
and you trying to impress
and taking in her smile
and bright eyes and the way
she sat with her knees visible
beneath the green skirt
and the white ankle socks
and the scuffed black shoes
and wanting to say love you
sweet thing but only coming out
with words about the weather
or the way her friend had her hair
tied back with the green ribbon
or how bucktoothed her
other friend was and even though
she’d told you so many times
she loved you and hugged you
on the way home from the school bus
you could never bring yourself
to say the words that sat
on your lips back then
and there are lonely nights
you wish you had those days again.
poem by Terry Collett
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Eucalyptus
A tree grows in Australia and I heard the leaves that yield strong smelling oil.
My poet friend Jerry.Hughes lives there like a huge tree.
I have a message for you my dear friend.
My wife was informed me two days ago
Our eldest daughter & the family will migrate to Australia soon
For better prospects and they were given a promise
To drag us to the city of Melbourne once they touched the soil.
I wrote to my wife' Hey! My darling pain killer
If it's not a dream at least we can rest in peace in an aboriginal's graveyard as 'True Lovers' under the Eucalyptus tree.
To my poet friend Jerry.Hughes
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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A Special Friend's Calling Card
A Special Friend's Calling Card
A friend is someone we wanted
To talk with, share with, have fun with
Laugh with, cry with
A friend is always and forever
A shoulder to lean on
A joy for the heart
A friend is somebody
Who goes in when the world goes out
Who gives when there's no more to give
Until it hurts…
What then is a friend to you…..
There’s always a Friend, a special Friend you can have
Always dependable, trustworthy
Powerful and rich
If you have a real need, whatever it is
He can meet that need
If you feel unloved, He will give you LOVE that endures
Tell Him you want to be His Friend
And He will take care of the rest
His name is……JESUS….
THANK YOU JESUS..I HAVE A FRIEND IN YOU
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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World Poetry Day
In the starry darkness of the night sky
The inspired poet’s rhymes fly.
They are quietly dreaming to live in a book,
For everyone to see the poet’s outlook.
Poet’s stanzas freely fly as rhymed constellation,
Spreading the light of the poet’s inspiration.
So, today, on World Poetry Day, my congratulations
To all those who know the sense of trochee and pentameter,
Who would like to see our Earth as a safe shelter,
Who are married to the muse and are never confused
To write and to show, even in a gloomy day, the bright way.
I therefore wish to all the poets:
Do not lose your inspiration!
Lyric is your revelation!
Let the round dance of words
Live with you as a favor of Gods!
Express yourself for Humanity
In the moments of creativity.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
The 21st of March,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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For Oscar
My little friend has gone away, To where God only knows, He might be off to yonder pond, To play where the cattail grows, He could be hunting in the wood, Tracking heavy scent, Pausing where a deer had stood, And marked the branches bent, Our paths will cross on `the other side`, Where we`ll rest by the old oak tree, And forget about the tears we cried, My little friend and me.
poem by James Mcqueen Williams
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Promised Rest
Men must truly believe friend lest, they’ll miss God’s promised rest,
Within true faith men must receive, Jesus Christ when they believe.
God’s rest begins as you believe, and continues on until you leave,
Until you leave this temporal life, only if you believe in Jesus Christ.
God through Paul was concerned, just as Israel men hadn’t learned,
As sin had hardened their hearts, from them God would soon depart.
Although they had seen conquest, many in the land did not see rest.
Men today can also be deceived, by men who say they’ve believed.
Those who believe in their head, without Christ, are spiritually dead.
Without Him they won’t be blessed, or receive God’s promised rest.
God’s rest starts down here, when we come to God in reverent fear,
Knowing our life will one day end, and we need Christ as our friend.
A friend who helps start each day, with you in a new and restful way,
This as you rest in God’s only Son, The Lord Jesus, God’s Holy One.
After a week with hearts stressed, we have in Christ a Sabbath rest,
Just like our Creator up in Heaven, men rest from work one in seven.
While upon earth, whatever the test, in The Lord we can always rest,
Guiding us with His staff and rod, Christ fills us with the peace of God.
With our sin as far as east from west, we will soon enter Eternal Rest,
In robes of white we shall be dressed, and live life eternally at its best.
(Copyright ©08/2006)
The King's Hunt is up
The hunt is up, the hunt is up,
And it is well nigh day;
And Harry our king is gone hunting,
To bring his deer to bay.
The east is bright with morning light,
And darkness it is fled;
And the merry horn wakes up the morn
To leave his idle bed.
Behold the skies with golden dyes
Are glowing all around;
The grass is green, and so are the treen,
All laughing with the sound.
The horses snort to be at the sport,
The dogs are running free;
The woods rejoice at the merry noise
Of hey taranta tee ree.
The sun is glad to see us clad
All in our lusty green,
And smiles in the sky as he riseth high
To see and to be seen.
Awake all men, I say again,
Be merry as you may;
For Harry our king is gone hunting
To bring his deer to bay.
poem by William Gray
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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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Love Song
This is the lovesong for you,
This is the lovesong for you,
I wanna be by your side,
course I dick your sweet wibe,
This is the lovesong for you,
Oh why dove song for you,
I wanna fly by your side,
I cross the blue sinds, sinds sky.
Ladadadeyda lala, Ladadadeyda lala,
Ladadadeyda lala, Ladadadeyda lala,
Ladadadeyda lala, Ladadadeyda lala,
Ladadadeyda lala, Ladadadeyda lala.
I put my hand in my pocketer,
all i can find, was this love song for you.
I put my hand in my pocketer,
an hingarde dine just this lovesong for you.
This is the lovesong for you,
This is the lovesong for you,
I wanna be by your side,
course I dick your sweet wibe.
This is the lovessong for you,
will arde lovesong o can do,
this everyday thinks couse I find,
Ive got a lovesong o my mind,
Ladadadeyda lala, Ladadadeyda lala,
Ladadadeyda lala, Ladadadeyda lala,
Ladadadeyda lala, Ladadadeyda lala,
Ladadadeyda lala, Ladadadeyda lala.
Pause:
Ende:
Ladadadeyda lala, Ladadadeyda lala,
Ladadadeyda lala, Ladadadeyda lala,
song performed by by Right Said Fred
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Deer Hunting Time Is Here Again
Deer hunting time is here again
And many hunters take to the woods
After months of planning with family and friends
They gather in common brotherhood
It's a freedom that fills the soul of a man
With the peace of God's nature all around
Lessons that have been taught since time began
And lifelong memories and friendships are found
Hunting is taught by tradition still yet
Knowledge passed on from man to man
And you'll learn things that you'll never forget
And respect nature more, our wildlife, and our land
So all you hunters enjoy this time
May you be skilled and have lots of luck
May God bless you as you hunt today
And may you bag that ten point buck! !
Dedicated to my Father who enjoyed hunting with family and friends all of his life. He died of a heart attack on the opening day, while hunting with my brothers and uncles. He could not have asked for a better way to go, doing what he loved most!
poem by Kathleen West
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Farewell my friend
I could easily foretell
You had something to tell
As you dropped a stinking bombshell
Farewell, farewell my friend
With words I spell
It all out in a nutshell
Farewell, farewell my friend
What else can I say?
When you take off today for good
Farewell I say with a broken mood
Farewell there goes my wedding bell
Farewell there goes your innocent smell
Farewell there goes our fun in and out of hotels
Farewell I hope that life treats you well
Farewell in your ventures
Our spent time is my treasure
Your heart must wander to where it belongs
Friend, I only urge you to be strong
With love you can simply do no wrong
I say it with these words tipping off my tongue
Farewell, farewell my friend
I am a great believer
Farewell is not forever
I say not goodbye
I do not wish to sit and cry
Farewell, farewell my friend
What else can I say?
You weren’t meant to stay
I will do nothing to detain
You from flying on that plane
Farewell, farewell my friend
I say with pain
Farewell, farewell my friend
In sunshine or in rain
One day, one day
I know we’ll see again
Farewell, farewell my friend
I cannot stand and pretend
That a part me
With you, would still like to be!
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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What makes a friend?
A friend
What makes a friend?
A friend
Is someone that everyone needs
A friend
Is that special one
A friend
Is someone you tell EVERYTHING
A friend
Is someone you never lie to
A friend
Can be a boy or a girl
A friend
Is someone that is always their
A friend
Will always listen to you
A friend
Always has input to give
A friend
Will never leave you in the dust
A friend
Will help you through the thick and the thin
A friend
Will always stand by your side
A friend
Will never let you down
A friend
Is someone everyone needs
What would you do if you didnt have a friend?
poem by Ashley Olson
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If You're My Friend
If you are my friend why have you not spoken the words?
If you are my friend why have you turned and walked away?
If you are my friend why have you taken the other side?
If you are my friend why have you insulted me?
If I am your friend treat me with some respect.
If you are my friend then don’t ignore me.
If you are my friend then don’t laugh at my falls.
If you are my friend then don’t humiliate me.
If I am your friend, I can’t be your stupid pet!
If I am your friend show it!
If you’re my friend state it,
With all of the warmth, and meaning
Like a true friend of mine would.
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poem by Wade Blade
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Find The Fox (home Demo)
The hunt is on to find the fox
Cross patchwork fields and spiny copse
Much to and froing
White horses showing
Their pearly teeth
He lead them up into a wood
Where he escape
I guess he should
You know he's a late starter
But he's much smarter
Than the rest
He lead them up a garden path
Such craftiness
You got to laugh
They got a clue, man
He's almost human
Fox on the loose
You must see him showing if you run boy run boy
You must see him showing so be ready with your gun
You never see the going if you take the wrong side
You never see the going in the early morning sun
The hunt is on to find the fox
To find the fox
song performed by by Xtc
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