Me here and between us the hare,
Grace
Grace
Jul 26

Here we are now, you there,

Me here and between us the hare,

Mowed down, hit and run,

And it reminded me gently

Of all those things that we've done.



The air breezed past, clouds puffed,

The night sky a murky breath of smoke -

The knife in your hand or was it in mine?

Details fuzz, that unheard soliloquy

And the vengeful sea that she cried.



We buried the hare where we buried them,

And we did so with care as you should,

And it confused them more than we ever did hope,

When they uncovered body after body and the hare.



Blood, the crimson magma of life,

It stains innocence with harsh reality.

Shuffling, handcuffed, we smiled.

Appalling, the judge brought down his hammer.

Jailed for life. I laughed. We took more than one.



But hide it away now, what we did.

Burglary figures are down,

Drug dealing's being dealt with,

And the hares spring through the fields

Eternally and inevitably towards the roads

An old poem, reworked
#life   #murder   #homicide   #hare  
Shayla Jade
Shayla Jade
Oct 16, 2014

My words have just been ramblin',
I left the rhyming state of mind.
The ace of spades is gamblin',
but the rabbit's now on time.

Elevator going down,
catching buses to the sound.
How do I know that I am late?
Time exists in spite of fate.

We're racing, now, against the clock
in circles, 'round the spokes.
I've forgotten how the ticking tocks,
for the gears have been long broke.

Darlin', won't you take my hand?
They're try'na pull you under and
together we can leave this land,
but you must know just where you stand.

-

This shortcut leads to trouble,
but you'll get there on the double.
Bad ideas, I've had a couple;
my shattered thoughts within the rubble.

Broken fragments of my mind,
my fate's aligning just in time.
To the past, I'm disinclined;
looking down an uphill climb.

-

You're sending me a message
about the faithfulness of love;
the white rabbit left me breathless,
I still don't know what you speak of.

"I chose you, please choose me, too?"
I'm running, but I don't know what to.
I've fallen down the rabbit's hole,
into a world without console.

i see a little hare
A L Davies
A L Davies
Jun 18, 2011

leaving the parking lot
i see a little hare
making his misty-eyed way into
the undergrowth framing the concrete,
where near the highway, morning greenery is exhaling.
it is small,
fragile;
--intoxicating to see such
wild innocence
in the midst of
home depots, city buses, roughriders fans.
--makes my [aniruddha] heart soar.

"aniruddha"; n, sanskrit for wild, ungovernable
Saw a hare today so close I heard it breathe
jeremy wyatt
jeremy wyatt
Jan 17, 2011

Saw a hare today so close I heard it breathe
ran straight by me then looked back
showing me how fast it can run
faster than anyone
follow me if you dare it's eyes shone
orange ringed bright speed and light
she won't hide and she won't fight
she'll just run
fastest thing in her fields
spring comes soon
dogs and guns
she'll keep running

Embracing the sound
of my new found
maniacal sobbing laughter

and a hare tears off
dazmb
May 29

a vibration in the air
and a hare tears off
fields flying up to a door, ajar
and the music nobody listened to
when God was in the detail

#poetry   #god   #spring   #hare  
I'm as mad as a wild crazy beautiful hare.
Olivia Kent

It's March.

I'm as mad as a wild crazy beautiful hare.
I'm kicking my heels up.
I flirt with the grass.
It tickles you see.
A free running hare.
Hell it's great to be free.

I chat with the rabbits.
They chatter to much.
I dash over the field.
For some strange reason, it must be the season.

There's a chap sitting on a picnic rug.
A scarlet one.
He's alone.
His company is a bottle of whine,
I can hear him moaning.
Must be drowning his sorrows.

I hop off grinning to myself.
My teeth on my lower lip.
One more skip,
Hop and jump.
I hit the tree with quite a bump.
I'm a mad march hare with a very sore head!
(C) Livvi

untains of virginia there live a little hare
william worthless
Apr 28, 2010

in the mountains of virginia there live a little hare
he could play a banjo and played it everywhere
he had a country rhythem and little dancing feet
people came from miles around to hear is country beat
he just love to play and give the crowd a show
he would play all day until it was time to go
then he would take a bow and wave the crowd goodbye
then of again he went beneath the sunset sky

There's a Tale of hare
JoJo Nguyen
JoJo Nguyen
Feb 16, 2013

There's a Tale of hare
named Bugs, wisecracking
Brooklyn speedster
who raced against
a Tortoise green.

Mercedes grey speeding
along, distancing
a schlepping spect,
a North Face jacket
on fruitcake's trek.

4000 fast
and sleek.
8 slow
and green.

Neither racers strangely
notice that child
born on dented stripes,
warning bumps
by side road way.

Is life a sacred race?
Marriage sacrament
a finishing face?
Dying memories trace
a cove and net
lacing U and who?

What's up Doc?
Eating healthy,
eating carrots?
I hear your voice
who's love does bare.

False Saffron leiter  
extort and retorts weiter!
Komisch verwaltung
Schwartz holzteer
baiting babies to finish fear.

A cartoon film
skipping and tear
telling a child's tale
reel ending here.

 
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