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Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
All the animals scurry through the vast woods,
they secretly look across the field to see two legged animals.
Follow them home,
stare at the home,
oh what a beautiful home.
"But look!"
Said one deer in lonesome fascination
"The heads of our brethren hang there"
"Why not us?"
"How much less beautiful must we be?"
They scurry back.
Quickly, quickly! To tell the others.

"What a majestic meaning in life...to be a wall hanging,
I must become a creature worthy of this life"
They all said in unison.

As hunters come and go, all but the lucky ones get their wish granted,
and the rest have the minds to run fast and chauvinistically,
to show off, in hopes of being hung for the world to admire.
Without a soul, and never the free will that the forest granted.

And as one deer is shot, all young doe frantically scream...
"can't you believe it, I knew him before he was along the wall!"
and...
"He wagged his tail at me, you saw it, he really did!"
Its not all its cracked up to be.
Victor Harvelle Dec 2016
Black eyes and no remorse
possessing people
making them their host
they get cut down when the Winchesters are close
Mark Lecuona Dec 2016
I never was a good old boy
But I have some friends who are
I never pretend to be something I’m not
But their voices echo next to mine

I think people misunderstand each other
The life they choose doesn’t mean yours is wrong
You can’t know what they are feeling
Or the way the past steered their mind

I can see why you live that way
It’s not me but maybe someday
I do what I have to do and that’s just fine
I can see why you live that way
But right now I have reasons for mine

I’ve looked the long way down a sendero
I like it better when it’s cold outside
The quiet of the distance comforts me
I wonder if it feels warmer inside a blind

I can imagine anything anyway because I do
Walking is the same thing if you take it slow
It’s hard to describe trying to warm your insides
And missing the memories you left behind

I can see why you live that way
It’s not me but maybe someday
I do what I have to do and that’s just fine
I can see why you live that way
But right now I gotta’ live like mine
A cartoonish grim woman
in aft cabin was a harlequin let umbrage
squash her there a known charter while she'd smoke in bed

her aroma did permeate her rise to eat breakfast
a morning prepared for sore again
only technical her rouse indeed tripped her smoke alarm
and went unheeded to another deck till open bar decided her fate

while her interest there was crickety
where love is deep in the sea
their golden groves were bubbles and waves
while they brim with valuables onboard did spill
and they'd evoke near me without their calling

when aquanauts will buck up gear then they really sever
their troves below that really soften thine eyes
where the air is moist and ye suit there so well
I can tell you I am picky today and defray your kind.
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2016
When you are silent
when you are mind hunting
I too shall be silent
and help you hold back the wolves
Shannon Delaney Sep 2016
Take the gun from off your back and shoot down the wild birds from the sky
They come easily if you wait
If you wait
When my ankles swell with the storms
You carry me over your shoulder like the corpse of a Canadian goose
I am your prize
You've blown a bullet through my aching bones and I am your prize
The Fire Burns Sep 2016
Gobbler turkey thrums
Red throat, feathers spread, he struts
Another spring dance
The Fire Burns Sep 2016
Wet and cold
driving dirt roads
rain pouring down
onto the ground

Water standing in the tracks
and running down every crack
begin to slip and to skid
turn into it in a bid

To regain some traction
it works but only for a fraction
of a second, so I turn the ****
the mud begins to spray in globs

Now in 4 wheel drive I proceed
should be enough to do the deed
of getting me on down the road
so the truck still I goad

Forward into the muck
hopefully and with some luck
we make it to the end
then my frayed nerves may mend

But then the bad news sinks in
we have to turn around and do it again
the cow tracks look like tiny lakes
now out of the truck each step I take

My foot sinks an inch or three
so I step to the side under a tree
try to walk on grass and roots
getting taller as mud sticks to my boots

Almost there I see the door
of the mud I want no more
into the deer stand I climb and sit
a reprieve from the mud for a bit

Three hours later constant rain
back out into the cold mud pain
tripping and sliding back to the truck
for the trip back in the mud and muck

The muds not deep it’s just real slick
depending on the route I pick
halfway back, spin sideways
not into cactus or a tree I praise

Slipping and sliding is great fun
but right now I long for the sun
you see the truck I drive is not my own
father in law’s out on loan

So get it stuck or bang it around
I will never live it down.
back to the gate no incident
onto the road no fender dents

This is day one of the hunt you see
so three days left of this for me
100% forecast of more rain
and those **** dirt tracks don’t drain
The Fire Burns Sep 2016
5 AM dark of the moon
early morning campfire
frosty ground
warm cup of coffee

The coyotes sing on either side of me
a long and mournful sound
Orion touching the horizon
Venus is on the rise

Mesquite leaves run across the ground
an army on the move
sheep quietly bawl on the distance
what passes for country quiet

As the sun begins to rise
purples, pinks and oranges paint the sky
and the few wispy clouds ignite
with awesome colors and lights

The sheep, cows, breeze, quiet music
and the fire crackles
as my coffee steams away
on the final morning of the hunt
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