Art Animal Poems

Where I looked, I found solace.
Don't look at it anymore, it's time to let go.
So I surrendered to a woman-river's embrace.
Hemlock juice across the river...

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Where I looked
Don't look at it anymore
So I surrendered to a woman-river
Hemlock juice across the river blue
I am blue-throated; Duel flaps its wings
Let's go through...

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Note: This poem is the twin poem for "She Speaks for the Dead." This one is in the mockingbird's perspective. 



I perch upon the locked...

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Harold the Hugh Hefner wannabe carrot top...

spry buck analogous to energizing bunny 
jump/kickstarted procreation ruckus.

Home on the range 
cacophony quite absurd
PlayBoy Bunny herd
and felt ingratiatingly...

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Sunflower

I am a sunflower, tall and proud, standing tall in your garden,
My petals are bright yellow, like the sun shining above,
My stem is strong and...

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Normal

What is normal to a wolf, is chaos to its pray.

By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison...

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there was a snake bathing in the sunset
draped around the veins, the dead branches
winter never welcomes reptiles
but it wore twilight like a heat lamp jacket

back...

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In the ring, under blazing sun,
Stands the bull, fierce, on the run.
I, the matador, with focused eye,
Face the beast, no room to sigh.

Cape unfurls, in...

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Monkey is too plain I shall use Photoshop
No surprise, Dan loved it, could barely stop
He gave the monkey a coat of light blue fur
And a...

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I think 
that I will ink in
my drawing of a pink
flamingo, and as the ink 
sinks
into the page,
the flamingo is born.

Then I colored in a...

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A cemetery 

So, quiet here, yellowing grass
fallen leaf turning dark 
like the hands of a day laborer
Dignified rusty teared crosses
Names on headstones, a whisper 
of...

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the sly old witch crept down to the bog
hoping to get some legs of an unsuspecting frog
the frog she found was granddaddy, wise and smart
getting...

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Sheep

I have read and published some of my old poems 
when the world was mint fresh and I believed in the lady in the lake,...

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After stepping out of the forest river,
                  ...

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Have its lobster claws times two pincered off
One way sticks of this crustacean’s underwater trap?
Eight leggedly it gallops off among arthritic, bulbous trees.
And waves its...

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