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Jack L Martin Sep 2018
Hanging on the wall, next to my bed post,
A friend of the forest looks surprised, most.
Oh dear, she did not hear the gunshot near,
Nor tree nor hill nor her fawn shed a tear.

Over there, the finest hair of the hare,
Cute and fluffy hopping into my stew.
It's seat is sweet and hard to beat I swear,
Though his hide is gamey and tough to chew.

A sow, a cow is how I eat for now,
I feast on the beasts with the finest meats.
Fresh flesh on my breath, fresh blood on my brow,
Slaughtered, like their daughters; fair market treats.

I feel nothing for these creatures I hunt.
Would you rather feast on the yeast they shunt?
Show me your five closest friends and I will tell you, your past,
They hang like stiches to cover what life has taken from you,

You were born with eyes rotating 180’
Then the death started to walk on your back demons hunting you,
So you evolved upright, 90’ no look back.

We make friends based on what we need or what we have lost.

Show me your friends, show me your scars,
Now look at my friends, can’t you see I’m in pain.
Kivanc Jun 2018
Hunting;
Killing emotions,
Wanting some sacrifices,
Polluting hearts with judgement.
Incomprehensible!
Uta Jun 2018
Wolves lurking through the trees,

hunting, surviving in the cold breeze.

Monsters hiding beneath the ground,

killing and slaughtering everyone around.

He who searches the sky,

will find the stars amplify.

Witches, wizards, elves, and dwarves,

they all fight for something that isn't yours.

Wealthy or poor they are all the same,

dying and living is just a game.

Do not be fooled by the allure,

it can trick you into thinking obscure.
Comment and tell me what you think.
Inspired by the Witcher 3 Lullaby of Woe.
Please, if you have a better name title for this poetry, tell me.
Aa Harvey Jun 2018
Dead Pigs


The big bad wolf, with the three little Piggies;

Chuckling and drinking and smoking some ciggies.

Sat in a bar, playing Russian roulette with a gun;

Two Piggies down…  Just one left to hunt.



(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
uv May 2018
I went hunting on a summers day.
To find an animal that could lay
on my wall for a long long stay.
I saw zebras, giraffes and lions at prey,
I saw elephants and tigers sleeping, they lay
I aimed the trigger at the nearest i saw.
I saw a deer fallen with a broken jaw.
I wanted to help the poor old fellow.
Oh! how could i hurt the one in sorrow.
I got out of the safari van,
I came out and gave it a hand.
I aided it till it regained it strength.
I looked at it as it went.
It made me happy, you know!
May be my wall can wait some more!
Wrote this as an school assignment for my brother ..in 2005..
Aa Harvey May 2018
The Monster


With evil in hand they travel the land,
Forever searching for the lonely man.
His name unknown, but his story has to be told,
And now he lives in the darkness all alone.


Beneath the moon, his only light,
He disappears every night.
Never to be seen in winters gloom.
He is never seen out, for he is trapped in his doom.
Ten locks keep him in place, to keep the bad times at bay.
There hides a Prince beside his grave.


Still they search the high places and low,
In every inn and in every home.
They had the judiciary hypnotized.
They could never be stopped and now he was in their sights.


What’s black and white and read all over?
The front page photo makes him look much older.
Life wore him down and now his eyes have sunken deep.
His council disbanded and worn out souls on his feet.
As his doom closed on in there came a knocking upon his door.
Still half asleep he casually opened the way to all the evil in the world.


With fearful steps and eyes of wonder,
He stepped into the light from the spell he was still under,
And there she was, the lady in white,
And all around her shone a luminous light.


She said “Come, hurry, we must leave this place!”
He did not understand but the look on her face,
Screamed out to him, “Love is in need!”
So with two winged-feet he dived right in.


She took his hand and they danced through the snowy trees,
Until he finally said “Wait!  Where are you taking me?”


Above the trees and beneath the clouds,
There came a wave of smoke and the local’s did shout.
The fire raged and burnt every page he had written.
He didn’t know why, but there was no other way for lovers bitten.


When people do not understand a new design,
They change and find rage and the lies darken their minds.
He always knew he was different, but he has a heart,
If only others could see it, maybe they could change who they are.
Evelyn could see the real being, not the horror movie monster.
Unfortunately she was the only one, which is why he ended up with her.


As the rain fell all around him, he raised his coat to protect.
He raised it over Evelyn’s head
And together they found what needed to be said.
As they stared deeply into each other’s eyes,
They spoke and they laughed and they smiled and cried, at long last.
This love was no longer a surprise.


They were to kiss and soon did they fall.
One day they would wed, but first the wall and the door.
As they approached the castle gates,
A pair of guards stood still and their captain did wait.
“Who are you and what do you want?”
“We must see the Queen, at once!  At once!”


“It’s far too late for your kind to be here.”
“But the Prince is in need!”
“What Prince?”
“This one here!”
“He ain’t no Prince, under that hood is a beast!
Franken What’s-his-name,
I thought he was deceased.”
“He is, he died a long time ago,
But he saved the Prince before he had to go,
And with this wax seal, which has never been broken,
We can pay your toll, so you must accept this token!”
The authenticity could not be denied,
The gates were flung open
And there stood the beautiful palace of lights.


A meeting occurred and voices were heard,
But only one person had the final word.
The Queen raised her being and her voice and all fell silent.
“The Prince has returned!”  She shouted to the backdrop of violins.


The music filled the room and the corridors.
A piano was played as loud as the sound of the endless calls.
Doors were opened, windows too for all to hear,
“The Prince is to be married after all these years!”


The heir to the throne stood next to his new wife.
Evelyn was crying tears of joy,
So The Prince wiped away the tears from her eyes,
And with a kiss the service was finished.
A Prince born anew; a Queendom not diminished,
But growing ever further with change each passing day.
The darkness disappeared slowly…
Evelyn was the only way.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey May 2018
The Remains


I am the son of Sam,
I am, I am.


Daddy has gone a-hunting,
With his double barreled shotgun.


People can’t live on guns alone;
Gun’s at home.
Put a bullet in your mobile phone.


They take their lives, but they leave their bodies;
They keep on living in their world of pain.
All that we are left with is…
Nobody.
All that remains are the remains.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Kim Essary May 2018
Hard times have come among us. Are we all prepared. Have you taken the time to teach your children so they can teach their own how to live off of the land one day.  That day is closer than we all want to admit. Survival without starvation of your loved ones is inevitable if  they haven't been taught how their ancestors survived back in the day.  If posed the question where honey comes from, would they even know what to say?  Honey has to be robbed from the hole in that tree swarmed with millions of honey bees, milk that we drink or mix with recipes for our bread made from scratch every day , comes from the cows ***** milked by your own hands, the eggs must be gathered early in the morning from the hen houses where they are laid. The wheat fields must be picked along with the soy and every vegetable we eat, sugar that sweetens our tea came from that sugar cane . All of the luxury's of  seafood must be caught with a net from the sea , the fish that we eat from many different bodies of water , just remember to watch for the bear in that spring catching the jumping trout. You see for the way we are hunting our meat other animals already know how.  I hope that your wealth is abundant to survive in these coming days but most will fall short of the prices in the grocery stores to feed their families . Teach your children to teach their own all these things they need to know because the day is coming more near than we think that the only way to survive will be hunting prey and eating food that with our own hands we've  grown. Teach them the difference between their wants and needs as they will have to know the difference. Stop giving them everything they ask and start making them earn what they get. Teach your son's how to provide for their family, how to hunt and fish and farm, teach your daughters how to prepare homemade meal's that don't consist of a box, how to cook it over the heat of a camp stove that they have to cut the wood to keep it hot.
Prepare your children how to survive on their own for the day is near. The prices at the store are already too much . It's our place as parents to prepare our children for what's to come
Aa Harvey May 2018
The choice is yours


There is a little ball of fur playing inside a paper bag
And it chases every ball that it see’s rolling past.
It is learning how to hunt, using stealth and quick reactions;
It is stalking its prey every time it moves and it waits in anticipation.


A piece of string is attached to a ball that is placed before the cat
And every time I pull the piece of string to make the ball move,
The cat leaps into action and suddenly attacks.
But its attention span is short
And soon it loses any interest when nothing moves across the floor.


But I can control the puppet on a string;
Do I mean the ball or the cat?
Or did I just make you read my words,
Simply for my own pleasure, just to amuse.
What do you think about that?


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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