#hunter
Manes sneaks!
Where is the king?
King stalks!
Sneaks quietly like a slow breeze.
The wind dies with a big roar.
Love is a strong cat.
The lion endures like a hot jungle.
Strong, giant quietly fights a rifle's bullet.
Wow, courage!
Roars die!
King falls like a brave soldier...
Copyright © Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
Tar-dark world. The defining color is black, the inky night of her nocturnal hunts and the deep, bottomless dark of her alien retreat.
A watcher of men, she is everything and nothing. She might be too much of something, or too little of something else. Time will sort out the particulars.
There are no simple entry points – she demands engagement, and to be taken as a whole. Her discomfort is over her own allure, her undisturbed surface. It’s more about intuition and gesture than dialogue. They remain as echoes. They’ve made her beautiful in a real way, with hips and blemishes and dimples in her skin.
The imprint of the lives she begins to grapple with as her time on Earth extends, leads her to stop seeing herself as a mere conduit for her mission, and to start developing a sense of subjectivity.
Her life force is overlapping, shaping itself into a pattern of rings that simultaneously suggests a birth canal dilating, the stages of a rocket separating, and a lunar eclipse as seen through a telescope’s lens.
She's a life-form you can’t quite understand, but it’s carrying on relentlessly, like a beehive, moving backward through the constellations at first approach.
Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 2:06 PM UTC
A lonely child,
child of neglect
I see you.
Night it befalls,
lonely child met..
You meet me.
Peeled round waist from belly to back,
four pieces do a belt of babe make;
stitched and branded.
Lonely child of neglect,
I bathe in your warm fat.
Clouds they roll, stream cotton-frayed sky.
Mother's light peeks to say goodbye, to you;
-the lonely child whom had to die?
I transform.
AWHOOOooo!
eah, hah-hah, hah-hah, hah-hah...
<>...Hunt...<>
C
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 8:59 PM UTC
I see Thoreau as a token
You and my airplane ticket.
I never get it why you only declare your love for Thoreau
Instead of something darker, Hunter S Thompson,Marijuana
Or me.
Traveling in Denmark now, I guess you'll eventually head to the Netherlands.
Where your true colors shine through your eye socket.
Oh, so I still admire you
Dreaming of having a walk with you beside Walden
Having Arizona ice tea in the dessert
I beg Thoreau to win me an airplane ticket to
The unknown
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 1:06 AM UTC
Beware the wolf
He Hunts, at night
On top the mountain he howls
His eyes aglow under the moonlight
Beware the wolf, his teeth red with blood
The taste of flesh, the smell of fear
He preys, he overpowers like a flood
Beware the great grey wolf,
All Hail the King of the Pack
The leader, the destroyer
He is the one leading the attack
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 11:17 AM UTC
I trace my finger around. With red lipstick on I wear the skin of the pets I had, looking like a marigold shot through the head, my bare skin is barbed in the back. Such trouble and quiet with the wrap-around, the cross-walk, and floral shop as I browse. The white elephant in the upstairs bedroom, is making it hard for every one of us to sleep. With this Africa becomes a disease, that I unwrap from a cotton white sheet. When I breathe life is going good, under the spells of wicked and word. I like to call out in the night, so with no response I can plead for the courage to think; all the suburban philistines try to help me, but I can't tell a joke because I cannot read. Every thing amounts to being fat. Or liquidated in the most pathetic singles party for Karl Lagerfeld.
Numb fingers slur the words as I type telephone numbers that end in threes. I see a notice to be called upon, but it's hard to remember what day it is when your job only pays you in financial advice, "Don't do as I do, but please just do what I say." And I can smell that. The approach that a hunter brews in his midnight solemn cup of tea. Where a voice chimes in while a mouse runs out, dragging the corners of my eyes in a lagging meme, it doesn't do well to even be yourself sometimes, once while traveling I couldn't see. Come that morning I had left my hotel pass inside my favorite pants, black denim toting paint from a ******** shot, a picture that explains my disease.
The fifty inch fan hums an anonymous tune that when I turn quickly towards it becomes this feral baboon. And is it hardly based on fact or is it the illusions and the myths that Christopher Robins struck inside of me. With his griseous hands made of soot and of gouache, that worshipped animals that wear clothes outside. And even sometimes there are z's that transform into other creatures that hum real fast and talk out loud in nursery rhymes, a Whatsit and a Woozel are totally, too much for me. I turn the fan off and lay back down, and fight the world off with hands from another guy, much braver than I who doesn't even have tattoos but he's the top wordsmith from Buckingham. What a beautiful treat and such a magnificent surprise that the elephant lays down to die. Of course that's when my mouth dries up with smoke and my voice turns into the vanilla flavoring that everyone hates, and then too I felt like laying down to die. But I'm not 97 like I had thought I'm quite sure that I'm still alive. The white moon shines into my bedroom window at night and I pretend that I direct for the sky.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:24 AM UTC
Hunter was happy
The rain was now done
He could go out in the yard
And have some real fun
Staying inside
when there was so much to do
He had to go hunting
For his movable zoo
Hunter like letters
And numbers and things
He also likes dreaming
and the joy that it brings
He pulled out his toy box
And he dragged it outside
I'm going to go hunting
He put his hat on with pride
An old hunting helmet
And one wellington boot
A runner, his jacket
And a toy gun to shoot
I'm off to go hunting
I'll will fill a whole zoo
Just call me for dinner
And with that...he was through
A boy's mind is special
They can imagine the world
Is a magical jungle
That to them is unfurled
A zoo from a toy box
All in order....you'll see
He would fill up his zoo
From A back to Z
First came an aardvark
Then a ****** all stuffed
Then a cheetah, a donkey
All cuddly and puffed
E made him think
Yep...an earwig or two
It fit with the letters
And it would go in his zoo
F was a frog,
Made of rubber and green
G ...a gorilla
With a smile, not mean
H was a horse
with a cowboy as well
The zoo, it was growing
And to him, that was swell
I....had him thinking
It's my zoo after all
So, if I can't get a letter
It won't matter at all
J was a jacks game
Not an animal too
But, the jacks looked like spiders
And this was Hunters zoo
K...that was easy
A Kangaroo with a pouch
L was a llama
With three legs and a slouch
M was a monkey
A whole barrel he had
He played with these some
He wasn't doing half bad
In all of an hour
He had collected a herd
Of stuffed toys, ***** and jacks
And he still had no bird
N was a nerf ball
Or a dinosaur egg
It could be what he wanted
He'd now found that fourth leg
The llama assembled
O was easy for him
An octopus floaty
That taught him to swim
P was a parrot
With feathers all red
Q...that's a tough one
He thought to himself in his head
R was a rhino
With no horn, it was broke
S was a snake
His dad bought as a joke
T was a tough one
A terra-dac-til said he
Not knowing the spelling
And that it started with P
U ...under water
so he found a stuffed fish
This was not all that easy
V...well tosh tish
I'll catch two of another
If I can't think of one
Hunting out in the yard
Is really quite fun
W...a walrus
with a moustache and tusks
Like the gorilla before
made of coconut husks
X...was a tough one
Another dinosaur came
Made from his xylophone
And this dino was tame
Y was a yak
He didn't know what it was
But, he just liked the name
So, a yak ....just because
Z was a zebra
blue and black with no white
He'd colored it in with a marker
When he got bored one night
He'd been out for a while
When he heard his mum yell
Time to come in
Bring your toy box as well
All through his dinner
He told of what he had caught
Of the alphabetic adventures
And the creatures he'd got
He watched tv for a while
Then it was bath time and bed
Where Hunter the hunter
Now had a full head
Now, he was dreaming
Of all he must do
This was Hunter the hunter
And his movable zoo
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 4:30 PM UTC
Buffalo abound
Providing all with one hunt
Sustaining the tribe
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
Happy Unicorn Poem
Prancing in the meadow,
Warm sunshine on her face
The happy unicorn did not see
The hunter’s hiding place.
Eating rainbow candy,
Smiling ear to ear
The happy unicorn did not know
The grim reaper lurked so near.
Singing gentle lullabies
To the butterflies,
The happy unicorn did not know
She’d cause them all to die.
Lapping at the trickle
Of the crystal, sparkling stream
The happy unicorn did not hear
The hunter’s arrow ZING.
A chipmunk tried to warn her
Squeaking out in fright
But it was simply much too late
With the arrow fast in flight
A pretty yellow songbird
Tried to knock the arrow off its path
But the arrow’s razor edges
Cut the songbird right in half.
Then a fuzzy little bunny
Jumped as high as he could jump
When the arrow passed right through his throat
He fell down in a clump.
A brightly colored butterfly
flew into the arrow’s way,
the arrow was not diverted,
It was not her lucky day.
Only three feet later
The arrow found its mark
Extinguishing forever
The creature’s living spark
The hunter popped up in delight
feeling quite a thrill.
That he would soon be famous
for his magical creature ****
He bounded through the meadow,
running toward the woods
yelling out in victory
“I always knew I could.”
He kicked aside the chipmunk,
He stepped upon the bird
He booted the bunny’s body
into a pile of mud.
He was almost to the butterfly,
When he stopped.
Dead in his tracks.
What he saw before him,
Caused his body to go slack.
He did not see a unicorn,
Lying lifeless there,
But it was his precious daughter
his own arrow in her hair.
The Old Enchanted Meadow
With deep magic all around,
Teaches lessons to all of those,
Who trod her sacred ground.
Today the hunter learned the most painful one of all,
A man who would **** a unicorn does not deserve beauty at all.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC
when I’m with you no matter when or where,
I feel like it's storming outside.
which sounds odd but given the context,
given me,
you’ll find that I mean that heat,
I mean that electric tingle humming
at the base of my neck when you touch me.
That unexpected boom of thunder when we kiss,
knocking me off center,
making my ears ring.
The comforting cadence of the rain, the world around us,
there but slowly drifting,
unimportant to the arms around me
keeping me warm.
when I’m with you, I feel like I've been nearly hit by a car.
which sounds awful but given the signs,
given the proof,
you’ll see I mean that fever,
I mean that flush of giddy Oh Thank God at your nearness.
That wild relief when your eyes catch mine,
calming my heart and taking my hand.
The trembling of my limbs, my fragile sense of being,
so much stronger now,
bolstered by the presence at my back
keeping me safe.
when I’m with you, I feel like a deer staring down a gun.
which sounds terrible but when I explain,
when I describe
the pounding of my heartbeat,
the breath caught in my throat,
standing perfectly still as you’re perfectly still.
That link between us,
hunter and prey,
seizing me ****** heart, mind and soul.
The unspoken truth, knowing deep in my bones.
This is my ending.
Forever I am done for by your eyes on me,
keeping me here.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 2:26 PM UTC
The Unicorn appeared from the Light
radiant, young and full of promise
her magical horn
shone bright in the sun,
mirrored the moon
She appeared from the light
to startled villagers
they could do naught but stare
enthralled by her magic and beauty
The village elder Elder reached out his Hand
overcome by joy, he couldn't resist
blinded by her exquisite beauty,
he couldn't help but reach to her
and reluctantly, the Unicorn moved forward
full of mistrust,
she took a chance...
But, unbeknownst to them
the Hunter was peering at her too –
through his rifle’s telescope!
The deafening boom
fell the Unicorn to the ground
and sent the villagers fleeing in panic
Into the Sacred circle
the Hunter stepped with muddy boots,
with his cruel Knife he cut her horn
then drank from her pure blood
as she lay on the ground
while her horn was a trophy
lost between a hundred others
The villagers tried with all their craft
to heal the Unicorn and restore her Life.
But her scars remained
her blood stayed cold
like marble, her heart hardened.
evermore the villagers lived
with the wounded Unicorn
who was filled with hate towards the Hunters
and ever she kicked
at the village Elder,
mistaking him as the Hunter
Yet, there is always Hope
while the Unicorn grazes
between the thorns and thistles
the Elder still prays and Hopes
that their magical Unicorn would be restored to them
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 9:10 PM UTC
And the hunter lost his desire to hunt
He was lost to the moon's humanity -
full of imperfections, yet still beautiful.
He surrendered in to the haunting sound of the wolf's howl,
as he runs to the cliff
for there's where he belongs now,
close to the stars.
He takes his time staring in the midnight blue sky
and sings his life - a confession.
For he is now the deer
He is now the hunted.
☪
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC
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?
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 12:48 AM UTC
I am sorry that I scared you, Sir
It was not my intent
I'm just looking for my family, Sir
I do not know where they went
Have you seen my family, Sir?
Do you know where they are?
I am just a young pup, Sir
On my own I won't get far
What is that you're holding, Sir?
Can it help me find my parents?
I don't want to hurt you, Sir
Have you no forbearance?
What about my brother, Sir?
And the way we used to dance?
I could not fight you, Sir
I never stood a chance
I do not understand, Sir
I am but an errant youth
Why would you do this, Sir?
Please tell me the truth
How was I to know it, Sir?
That I had gone too far?
I can't see the borders, Sir
I don't know where they are
I would never hurt you, Sir
Why are you still lying?
My young life is now fading, Sir
And now I lay here dying
But I can't help but wonder, Sir
What did I possibly do wrong?
You came into my home, Sir
Somewhere you did not belong
I can see my mother, Sir
She is in the sky up ahead
I thought about staying, Sir
But I think I'll go instead
I'm sorry that I scared you, Sir
It was not my intent
But now I know the secret, Sir
You do know where they went
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 11:32 AM UTC
I am the hunter left on deck
To watch over this train wreck
Judgement tries to pierce my armor
But I could never ever harm her
I'll be here, each day
Loyal to her in every way
This attraction is beyond skin deep
My heart I gave her to keep
Perhaps this charade won't always last
And I can be future, present,
Proud of the past
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
I am a inner demon hunter.
Hunting my inner demons.
But I am a sinner.
So there is a lot of demons to hunt.
I will never become unemployed.
This is a good business.
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 9:35 PM UTC
Hunter was happy
The rain was now done
He could go out in the yard
And have some real fun
Staying inside
when there was so much to do
He had to go hunting
For his alphabet zoo
Hunter like letters
And numbers and things
He also likes dreaming
and the joy that it brings
He pulled out his toy box
And he dragged it outside
I'm going to go hunting
He put his hat on with pride
An old hunting helmet
And one wellington boot
A runner, his jacket
And a toy gun to shoot
I'm off to go hunting
I'll will fill a whole zoo
Just call me for dinner
And with that...he was through
A boy's mind is special
They can imagine the world
Is a magical jungle
That to them is unfurled
A zoo from a toy box
All in order....you'll see
He would fill up his zoo
From A back to Z
First came an aardvark
Then a ****** all stuffed
Then a cheetah, a donkey
All cuddly and puffed
E made him think
Yep...an earwig or two
It fit with the letters
And it would go in his zoo
F was a frog,
Made of rubber and green
G ...a gorilla
With a smile, not mean
H was a horse
with a cowboy as well
The zoo, it was growing
And to him, that was swell
I....had him thinking
It's my zoo after all
So, if I can't get a letter
It won't matter at all
J was a jacks game
Not an animal too
But, the jacks looked like spiders
And this was Hunters zoo
K...that was easy
A Kangaroo with a pouch
L was a llama
With three legs and a slouch
M was a monkey
A whole barrel he had
He played with these some
He wasn't doing half bad
In all of an hour
He had collected a herd
Of stuffed toys, ***** and jacks
And he still had no bird
N was a nerf ball
Or a dinosaur egg
It could be what he wanted
He'd now found that fourth leg
The llama assembled
O was easy for him
An octopus floaty
That taught him to swim
P was a parrot
With feathers all red
Q...that's a tough one
He thought to himself in his head
R was a rhino
With no horn, it was broke
S was a snake
His dad bought as a joke
T was a tough one
A terra-dac-til said he
Not knowing the spelling
And that it started with P
U ...under water
so he found a stuffed fish
This was not all that easy
V...well tosh tish
I'll catch two of another
If I can't think of one
Hunting out in the yard
Is really quite fun
W...a walrus
with a moustache and tusks
Like the gorilla before
made of coconut husks
X...was a tough one
Another dinosaur came
Made from his xylophone
And this dino was tame
Y was a yak
He didn't know what it was
But, he just liked the name
So, a yak ....just because
Z was a zebra
blue and black with no white
He'd colored it in with a marker
When he got bored one night
He'd been out for a while
When he heard his mum yell
Time to come in
Bring your toy box as well
All through his dinner
He told of what he had caught
Of the alphabetic adventures
And the creatures he'd got
He watched tv for a while
Then it was bath time and bed
Where Hunter the hunter
Now had a full head
Now, he was dreaming
Of all he must do
This was Hunter the hunter
And his alphabet zoo
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 6:30 PM UTC
I take comfort
from the greasy food
on my plate
hunter gatherer instincts
sated, my eyes search
for campfire flickering flames
and settle on the fish tank
I am zoned
replete
in the cavern
of my own space
my day over
I wait for the miracle
of sunrise
Nov 7, 2021
Nov 7, 2021 at 7:30 AM UTC
~
*Are we all the same distance apart?
Are we nocturnal
because we buy into
rhythmic disturbance,
trying to find a memory
in a dark room?
In shadow of advancing myth,
there's evidence of hunters
in the glowlight,
with wings outstretched,
solitary and contrite,
we cut the night,
we cut the night.
From sticks to bitterness,
we cut the night,
we cut the night.*
~
Jan 22, 2024
Jan 22, 2024 at 2:04 PM UTC
Bonnie, Bonnie Burning Bright
Patrols the wilds of her yard
Where frogs and lizards live in fear
And fearsome squirrels must ever guard
They shrink from Clydesdale for her size
Though Bonnie is the faster
Perceiving her as less a threat
Unknowing, court disaster
When Bonnie gives in to the chase
A shining blur of black and white
Yet in the sun stretched eyes half-closed
Seems farthest possible from flight
For Bonnie's vices stem entire
From being fully cat
As clearly all her virtues do
And Clydesdale's too, at that
My Bonnie is my wayward child
My friend belonging not to me
For even purring in my lap
Her tyger soul is wild and free
14Apr99
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 1:18 AM UTC
A muse will amuse herself with little interaction that spark the fires of artistic endeavor.
A muse will amuse herself with the poking and proding of the weather beaten beast that boasts of great skills in the caging of thoughts and feelings.
A muse will wither away in a place where there is nothing to amuse herself with...
Therefore she will search for that one hunter that can track down the wildest of ideas, the one that can take down the most dangerous experiences and tame them for the masses.
She will land on the shoulders of that one predator that can drag prey into the dwelling of the many and feed them all with the morsels of this glorious hunt.
So hunt on, dear hunter.
Hunt on and be the plaything of thine muse.
Jan 12, 2024
Jan 12, 2024 at 8:54 AM UTC
Like a vampire, I'd met him in the night
Seated by a fireplace filled with flickering light
The silence lulled as if drawing me in
Broken by his voice, dripping with sin
Dark hair beautifully framing his face
clear white skin, like an old portrait filled with grace
As if looking through me with those piercing blue eyes
Revealing the secrets that within me, they lie
To brandish a stake, to hold it tightly in my hand
Desire to pierce the still-beating heart, return it to the land
Unlike a gentle melody dancing in the night
The taste of iron on my lips wouldn't feel right
Trace the lines of my body, call me mine with those lips
Enchant me with that sweet tongue, Let my reality begin to slip
Caress me with those cold hands, Hold me tightly in embrace
Tell me all your heart desires, what you dare not face
Close your eyes for but a moment, Feel the warmth of my skin
Let it radiate around you, Breath it all in
Now run away quickly, Flee while you can
Before the prey falls captive, to this hunter of a man
Quench your thirst
-
Aug 26, 2023
Aug 26, 2023 at 10:56 PM UTC
The prey is surrounded by hunters waiting to make their next move. To make the light leave the preys glancing eyes and the blood pour out from it's veins leaving it dead for them to rip apart. It's only appreciated when it's gone down their throats, into their stomach and as the hunger starts again the poor creature is already forgotten and the hunt for a new prey has begun.
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
We chase wild dreams at the tip of our pens,
every word every stroke brings us closer.
But at times, our draft—it just doesn’t make sense…
We can’t help but believe us a poser.
Still, the dream, the pen, calls out to our hearts—
and we try, put it back to the paper.
Every word, every stroke is a wonder!
As our instincts kick in – full of hunger,
we’re hunters that chase, hunt down our prey!
We won’t let our doubts win, lead us astray—
we will howl for our pack, our dearest friends.
Dreams are waiting at the tip of our pens.
Feb 27, 2022
Feb 27, 2022 at 11:54 AM UTC
Hold yourself back, girl,
Rest those wretched fists
The laughter is surrounding us
Don't try to make it quick
Your customs may not differ
From those who face the west
But slow your heart rate, girl,
For the hunter can hear best
Whisper behind the willows
And set your secrets free
They don't dominate you, girl,
Yet predate on you and me
Now, if the majority strikes
You should never dare wither
You're safe when I'm around
So... What if, girl?
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 12:25 PM UTC