Lighthearted Poetry Thread Invitation

[AKGuy]

Okay, I posted something on the hunting forum about folks who hunt with swords, knives, spears, what-have-you...and the discussion included atlatl's, which prompted me to look atlatl's up on Google. I found something called the Atlatl Digest, believe it or not...and even more interesting was their Poetry Page. I about died from simultaneously puking and laughing when I read the following selection from their collection...

Bunny Quest

by Atlatls N More
4/18/2006

Bunny bunny hopping runny
Popping bunny running funny
Through the sunny meadow grass...

Leaping leaping never creeping
Ever keeping rarely sleeping
In the sweeping meadow grass...

Swinging flinging darts are springing
Hearts are singing wild winging
Through the clinging meadow grass...

Rabbit rabbit trying to stab it
Dying to nab it human habit
To grab it in the meadow grass...

Scared it spared it nearly skewered it
Clearly dared it could’ve snared it
In the fairlit meadow grass...

Beaming gleaming summer steaming
Bummer seeming now I’m dreaming
In the streaming meadow grass...

Resting resting finished questing
Finished testing killer besting
In the nesting meadow grass...

Editor’s Note: The line between brilliant poetry and terrible poetry is often blurred.

The E-zine can be found at

http://www.atlatls-n-more.com/AtlatlPoetry/Default.asp?article=79

for anyone who cares.

My reason for posting this, though, is to solicit some non-atlatl poetry submissions from THR readership. Might be fun, might be sad, who knows...?

 

[Bozo]

Well, for one thing, it sure is not gun related. So why post it here?

 

[Gord]

Well, for one thing, it sure is not gun related. So why post it here?

My reason for posting this, though, is to solicit some non-atlatl poetry submissions from THR readership.

Swing and a miss, Bozo...

 

[AKGuy]

Based on my own recent inability to even SEE a single stinkin' bunny lately up here in SE Alaska, much less even have a prayer of whackin' one with an atlatl...here's my own lame haiku...

No Bunny In My Pot

Searching for Bunny
Wolves and Coyotes got 'em first
Eating soup instead

 

[crushbup]

The Jerky

Once upon a midnight dreary as I pondered weak and weary'
on many a big and spurious an'mal of nary known brand,
While I aimed, nearly shooting, suddenly there came a rooting,
As of something gently looting, looting my picnic basket.
"'Tis my buddy," I muttered, "looting my picnic basket-
Only this and nothing planned."


Ah, distinctly I was blunting my skills on the grounds of hunting,
And each separate dying an'mal wrought its ghost under my stand.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my friend supplies for jerky - sorrow at the next Gun show -
For the smoked and chewy deer meat the gunnies named dried doe -
Nameless here 'til the next gun show.

 

[Bozo]

"Swing and a miss, Bozo..."


So, poetry is now gun related? How?

 

[heron]

Man, there's just something for everyone on the internet, isn't there . . .

 

[AKGuy]

...um, because I explicitly stated that the poetry would/could be non-atlatl ie open to gun related poems. Seems like such an obvious thing...

 

[LWGN]

How quickly they forget

http://thehighroad.org/showthread.php?t=366253

http://thehighroad.org/showthread.php?t=367048

http://thehighroad.org/showthread.php?t=366866

 

[natecade1]

Thank you LWGN i thoroughly enjoyed my last 1.5 hours with those links

 

[rfwobbly]

Progressive Reloading of the 45ACP *

First size up the case of your popper,
Then dump powder direct from the hopper.
And into the bell,
Seat your bullet real well,
Crimp, and you've got a man stopper.



* Dedicated to our friends at Dillon

 

[natecade1]

I'm dreaming of a black weapon
Just like the one I used to own
Where the sand dunes glisten
And marines listen
To hear the call they're coming home

I'm dreaming of a black weapon
With every accessory I lack
May you guns look evil, not wack
And may all you Firearms be black

 

[LWGN]

rfwobbly and natecade,

Very nice work!

 

[tpaw]

What is this site turning into. Too much punch from the punch bowl, I say!

 

[DRYHUMOR]

There once was a man from Nantucket
Who kept his used brass in a bucket
Until one day
When he was away
His wife decided to chuck it

 

[Dr. Tad Hussein Winslow]

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Some poems rhyme
And some don't

 

[Hoplophile]

I was only trying to clean my gun
But where I am now is surely not fun
A little trap-door cleaning kit
Mangled my finger just a little bit
In went my thumb, to garner the tube
"Oh ****", went my tongue, my eyes seeking lube
I flailed and I shouted
I cried and I pouted
To go to the hospital, as a gun owner I'm outed
"How did this happen, young man?", the doctors said with care
Wondering how my thumb got stuck in there
"I don't know, I don't know!", I cried
And on my poor thumb the good docs pried

~fin~

(based on a true story)

 

[DRYHUMOR]

I once shot a gnat in the eye
"Ha" you said, "that's a lie"
Alas, it's the truth
I aimed for it's tooth!