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Haunted

A hole in the head shooting pain trembles
nightshades coldly down the spine
a soul lost in the land of the living
carried away in darkness
flying inside dark clouds holding just a dream

Distant thunder roars lightening splitting cracks
sure as the crow flies crawling opens Hell's gates
dark jewels of the night
charred remains churning in a cauldron
boiling goodness tears of thoughts

Piercing screams spawning nightmares
holding a promise once made
walking in a valley amongst the dead
shadows now smile hearing animals scream
as the moon plays silver dancing light

Dreams snatched away from reality
the crow calls echoes in silence
victims of this world howling over and back
tragedy cries in their pain and suffering
eyes seeking light
whispers through the branches
a heather bleat creature of the night calls

Haunted by humans chained to the earth
awaiting shadows and sunsets 
a cursed banshee wails supernatural screams 
from everywhere and nowhere

Mind numbing winds passing through
a white silhouette shredded shroud
around a heart entombed
in agonies' twilight shades clouds darken
storms brewed stirring specters chase the wind

Cold rains become lost tears
the willow weeps in eternal sorrows
a lament for the dead
as the silver crescent moon smiles goodbye

Blends in clear as day after sunrise
forgotten in a valley of unrest
death bell's toll out from the past
onyx feathered crows call painful cries

Forever seeking heaven's gate now sealed
that promised choice was lost ages ago
only burning Hell fires
or cold earthworms await




Written by: Liam McDaid & Kelly Deschler


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015


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Haunted

A hole in the head shooting pain trembles
nightshades coldly down the spine
a soul lost in the land of the living
carried away in darkness
flying inside dark clouds holding just a dream

Distant thunder roars lightening splitting cracks
sure as the crow flies crawling opens hells gates
dark jewels of the night
charred remains churning in a cauldron
boiling goodness tears of thoughts

Piercing screams spawning nightmares
holding a promise once made
walking in a valley amongst the dead
shadows now smile hearing animals scream
as the moon plays silver dancing light

Dreams snatched away from reality
the crow calls echoes in silence
victims of this world howling over and back
tragedy cries in their pain and suffering
eyes seeking light
whispers through the branches
a heather bleat creature of the night calls

Haunted by humans chained to the earth
awaiting shadows and sunsets 
a cursed banshee wails supernatural screams 
from everywhere and nowhere

Mind numbing winds passing through
a white silhouette shredded shroud
around a heart entombed
in agonies' twilight shades clouds darken
storms brewed stirring specters chase the wind

Cold rains become lost tears
the willow weeps in eternal sorrows
a lament for the dead
as the silver crescent moon smiles goodbye

Blends in clear as day after sunrise
forgotten in a valley of unrest
death bell's toll out from the past
onyx feathered crows call painful cries

Forever seeking heaven's gate now sealed
that promised choice was lost ages ago
only burning hellfires
or cold earthworms await




Written by: Liam McDaid & Kelly Deschler





Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015


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Welcome to the Funny Farm

Beware of wolves in sheepskins
My what clever wolves
I wonder if the sheep could pass as wolves
Perhaps they could go to Wolves R Us

I've heard of a Fox in a Hen House
I wonder if a Hen ever visits a Fox House

Who was the idiot that let the Bull loose
The china shop will never be the same
I also wonder why so many Bull remain
Especially with all the politicians shooting Bull

I was so busy I had no time to get ready for my trip
So I invited a pack Rat over to help get me organized
My house boat started to sink and he was the first to leave

It started to rain Cats and Dogs
I think I need a better umbrella

He told me I could get there as the crow flies
I think he lied, my arms are tired and I'm still here

I thought I would become my own boss
This Monkey Business is tougher than I expected
My inventory is eating up all my profits

All my clothing shrank when I came in from the rain
I have to admit I felt a little Sheepish

The judge asked him to pronounce his own sentence 
He asked if he could be Hung like a Horse

All my friends call me Eagle Eye
I like that so much better than Cyclops
I would be much happier if I had two eyes

I hope you all enjoyed the trip to the Funny Farm
All the animals here are crackers


Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013


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Tale of an Old Crow

I was hiking in the hills, and I was talking to the air when a fork in the path, took me first here,... and then, there Prickly thickets, were aflame with brilliant crimson, entrapping my feet, with a pin-cushion prison The foxgloves too, grew in mass profusion My head in a state of blind confusion Granite rocks were wearing saffron, golden Clouds up above, blending, enfolding The hills were hidden in the cloudy mist The mountains were turning deep amethyst Dilemma lay ahead in my all my decisions I stumbled along, without much precision Grass bending low, between the boulders Gulls screamed higher, wind getting colder I would forge on ahead, over ditches and water, as the ebb of the day, was getting darker and darker There was a fork, in the trail near a sage scrub tree where the needles on the ground, wore a carpet lined with weeds, The pine was tethered in its place by the rust-red sky, Brown and dead at the top, where a crow was sitting by ~ On long ago nights, when we sat by the lamp I remembered one tale, that had come from my Gramps The fastest way home was......as the crow flies So I waited, awhile, .......He led me home, by and by
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Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013


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Ten Bucks In His Left Shoe, Bold In His Steps

Ten Bucks In His Left Shoe, Bold In His Steps
          (Walking Traveler of Hope)

Walking, each life mile-straight as the crow flies
dancing when fair weather graced bright skies.
Ten bucks in his left shoe, bold in his steps
enemy to world's hatred and dark lies.

Traveler, seeking naught but joy and peace
sworn to defend those seeking hope's release.
Ten bucks in his left shoe, bold in his steps
vowing to make truth his life's centerpiece.

Of Hope, knowing man had such in his heart
belief and wisdom he sought to impart
Ten bucks in his left shoe, bold in his steps
truth's weapon, overcame evil ramparts

Walking Traveler of Hope, peace his goal.
All that he served, their grateful hearts he stole.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-23-2016


Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 110

naught
naught
nôt/
pronounarchaic
pronoun: naught
1.
nothing.
"he's naught but a worthless fool"
synonyms: nothing, nothing at all, no point, no purpose, no effect; More
nil, zero;
informalzilch, zip, nada, diddly-squat
"all his efforts will have been for naught"

nounNorth American
noun: naught; plural noun: naughts
1.
the digit 0; zero.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016


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Sweet, Sweet Desolation

Ahh despair-
sweet, sweet, sweet desolation.
As the crow flies- enter onto me

Salvation from freedom;
on his wings- incarceration.

Nuveau of Elvis rhyme
Faith acquired through distress
Velveteen fraud
particle blues- such sad
and sorrowful hues.

Putrid breath come from the windy west

Endymion forsaken for his
ethereal beauty; In hidden chains
he sleeps eternally

Athena stares and weeps,
“Great Zeus, to keep him, to love him
eternal I beg of thee!”

The night unwilling to 
to speak, to please  to keep safe
from all darkness creep.

Give him to me- Eternal Keep!”

“Despair he shall never know
in his untainted sleep”

In this shadow is mine own despair
Sorrow of one I can never touch
Skin, lips, muscles, buttocks, hair
Daily I consume a pill, maybe two
As a crutch for his eternally unreachable 
touch


Copyright © Amy Green | Year Posted 2012


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The Death Angel

Here of late the death angel passed this way
He didn't stop here to call one of us home
The death angel visited far away
'Twas this man from home who inspired this poem

Also a lady about a mile away(as the crow flies)
Died within hours of his life's ending
The man lived a long life had many birthdays
A lady who passed pulled family's heartstrings

She was younger with her death unexpected.
Lying down, never thought this would be last night.
Death angel came and she was appointed
Through the great darkness she saw the bright light

We were given a while longer to live
God called_ age not an anticipative 

Finis'...


Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013


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As the Crow Flies

As the crow flies

I died. No child under nipple. No child under bib.
I died. Without ever having loved or been in love.
I died as the crow flies. Straight and placid.
I died. unmanned, in holster, uninhabited.
I died coralled up in moments, to tangeled to give an inch.
I died as the white birch tree lives.
I died in the desert. A sponge for the sun.
I died in a boat capsized in the ocean.
To small for the August Grunion run.
I died as the pen dries,
leaving letters undone.
I died up in fetters.
Rusted tension.
I died never forgiving my father, or mother, or anyone.
I died never apologizing to my sister,
the one they didnt want.
I died wrapped up in blankets
frozen to the ground. 
I died not crying for help, no telegram, no telephone.
I died never sending a single postcard home. 
I died never knowing my name or names of my friends.
Oh, i died, and i died
as if never have lived.


Copyright © Donny Rodgers | Year Posted 2016


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Memories

As the crow flies,where the road meets the sky.Trouble lies in the hearts of you and I,you never gave 
me a chance you were stuck on a previous romance no use in second tries we both lead seperate 
lives,with tears in her eyes she began to cry you both realize you need some time you promise to be 
friends through thick and thin but to never hear from each other ever again,take life in stride remember
 sometimes it's better to swallow your pride maybe then you wouldn't be hurting inside can you forgive 
live and let live sometimes we make life harder than it actually is...A year has passed since the leaves 
fell last the winds have changed no time to reclaim thoughtless words that drive me insane,time has 
passed no need to regrasp there's no life living in your past.You taught me the truth of love and youth 
you took my hand made me a man promised me our love could withstand,the hands of time I wish I 
could rewind I would do it over a thousand times if I could only have you to make it through,I miss the 
rush of your loving touch words of care sweet despair memories of the times we have shared,Do you 
still remember me the one you loved unconditionally you will always be apart of me if only in my 
memories.


Copyright © zachary ellis | Year Posted 2011


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Living Close To A Nuclear Plant

Living Close To a Nuclear Plant

By Elton Camp

The location of the nuclear plant I despise
For it’s not very far away as the crow flies

When built, the largest in the world we got
It was capable of producing one gigawatt

But frequent trouble the facility did give
In an area where a great many folks live

A fire damaged nuclear unit one 
Later, all three units were undone

Operation and management not good enough
After restart, a leak spilled some scary stuff

Unit Two was later shut down for a day
River water was too hot to cool they say

And based on what’s happened before
An earthquake could damage the core

It’s safe the federal government does assure
I hope that, for radiation, they have a cure

With this bad record, the place isn’t fine
I wish it was in your backyard, not mine



Copyright © Elton Camp | Year Posted 2013


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As the crow flies

As The Crow Flies

Staring past the curtain,
At the vigilant crow upon the mast,
The creature unaware of a presence,
In a moment forever lost.

Unflappable in its endeavour,
A breather from its hunt,
A distorted view of the world,
Its cackle alerting its murder..... of its next tenacious stunt!

Unperturbed by darkness,
Its itinerary meticulous, movement, stealth like,
As day gives way to darkness,
A sky drifting magenta decline

Copyright 
S Rose


Copyright © Stuart Rose | Year Posted 2015


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Ominous Cries

Ominous cries from the valley below
As the crow flies, he knows
Of yelling, beckoning, of another time
Of when he was too young to be in his prime
The temptation to stray is overwhelming
So he decided to begin; his trip to the valley beneath him,
Declining slowly he maps out a spot
Too land on a river rock
Which was beveled down, by the rivers mighty current
And the river masks the dreadful ominous cries
As the crow finds out the demise; 
He landed and took an empathic glance
And what he saw was a toxic lance
Driven deep into nature’s heart. 
Nature is screaming for it to be saved
So the crow called up his cronies and they did not play
It took some time but they were victorious
Now the crow is old and withered at clean-ups end
All he can do is bow and bend
The cries are gone and nature is mended
The crow sacrificed is life, an unselfish act
Now he is a legend, for he made quite an impact.


Copyright © Paul Keenan | Year Posted 2011


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Concave Love

Straight, as the crow flies
your love crashed into my heart  
I am in deep sea


Copyright © M Asim Nehal | Year Posted 2016


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With You

                                             What is love when we are apart,
                                             At times like this it tears my heart;
                                             I long to be there by your side,
                                             Everything with you to have tried;
                                             Kiss your lips, hold your hand, 
                                             As we traverse this great land;
                                             Look into your loving eyes,
                                             As you i caress and hear your sighs;
                                             Hear your heart beat oh, so strong,
                                             As I sing you a love song;
                                             Hear your voice, gentle and sweet,
                                             As I sweep you, off your feet;
                                             So far from me as the crow flies,
                                             You can still hear my lonely cries;
                                             To be with you is my only goal,
                                             Heart, body, mind, and soul.


Copyright © Ronald Karzmarczyk | Year Posted 2011


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NOT TOO FAR


His shadow falls cold on his hot coffee mug
Dawn is but a crimson promise of her hug

His gaze explores patterns on the tablecloth
Faint outline of a butterfly or a moth

His forefinger traces absent-mindedly
Rim of a lotus leaf, tip of a lily

From far away she has sworn she will be here
He drifts, remembering a small beach house where

With windows ajar, with sea breeze blowing light
One tastes the salt air, smells the sea in the night

Here is where the reason for his return lies
Quite near, a few miles away as the crow flies




 


Copyright © romeo naces | Year Posted 2011


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Empathy

Word by word I was drinking
your fathomless pain,
not asking to shine
any prehistoric sin.

You are still flying straight as the crow flies
into timeless grief.   

Why we have to suffer in the hands
of tiny barbs ?
Who will outlive the wits of ancient insects ?
The jungle is spreading far and wide.   

With infinite patience
I have been watching the world go by
carrying the pulp of intelligence.

This knocks me down,
the betrayal of blue sky.
A black hole is widening
in the sniffling cosmos,
flooding the desires of flesh.

On dust I sit frightened.
Where are we heading ?   


SATISH VERMA


Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2009


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Tsar she blows

Orwellian over the horizon                                                                                            
Don’t be unnumbered fish in the sea                                                                          
From a parent to son’s                                                                                                   
Big brother’s hole blows nineteen degrees                                                                   
Eight to star port yah see Liberty is free no back sass                                                      
Or yah may be swinging from the mainstay                                                                  
What do yah see mate                                                                                                
Capt. think it’s an ism but it’s dead                                                                            
Harpoon it anyway we’ll tell them we saved the day                                                          
Your double think is misread                                                                                   
Bloated and stinking in the water I think for the best                                                     
From the crows nest you get a better view                                                                        
As the crow flies put peace back in peace                                                                      
The truth sets you free it does not hurt                                                                         
What you don’t know could hurt                                                                                    
Your ignorance is not always bliss oh well                                                                      
Wake up as they say war is hell                                                                                  
Freely you receive life freely give


Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2010


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The call of the wild one

As the crow flies
'Cross the teal skies
And the moon dines
On the night

As the dog howls
Across the town
And the last cloud
Fades from sight

As the darkness breaks
And your skin
Crawling with the evening
ghosts
starts to freeze

When the moon has turned to blood
And darkness feasts on the sun

I'll be calling you, calling you
Madness
I'll be calling for you, calling for you
Insane!

Well I sharpened my tongue
On the angel's wings
To try to pierce the sound
of my own laughter

Darkness knows
no throne but my soul
I am the devil's
glorious bastard

When the moon has turned to blood
And darkness feasts on the sun

I'll be calling you, calling you
Madness
I'll be calling for you, calling for you
Insane!

You asked me for a rose
As pretty as your nose
So I searched and I found if
Right before my eyes

I hung the fool moon
round your thin neck and you
Rose
into the sky

Do not ask me why
Cos I've lost all reason tonight

and I'll be calling you, calling you
Madness
I'll be calling for you, calling for you
Insane!


Copyright © Zhish Kebab | Year Posted 2016


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The Journey Back

his shadow falls soft, cold on his hot coffee mug,
   and dawn is but a crimson promise of her hug;

      his gaze explores the pattern on the tablecloth,
         flowery symmetry of a butterfly or a moth,

            as his forefinger traces absent-mindedly
               the rim of a lotus leaf, tip of a lily;


from far away she has sworn that she will be here,
   so he drifts, remembering, a little house where,

      with the windows open and the breeze blowing right,
         one can taste the salt air, smell the sea in the night;

            here is where the reason for the journey back lies,
               quite far, a hundred miles away as the crow flies.


Copyright © romeo naces | Year Posted 2007


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Blood And Chrome

as the crow flies, his black razor shadow
tearing up the moon,
this is how my hot-wired heart
feels at your rejection.
alcohol fuel-injected twin-turbo hatred
and remorse burns up the 
asphalt surfaces of my brain dead emotions.
hot rubber smoke scorches my eyes;
my life lies crushed and mangled,
jagged, wet and dripping
under the terrible tread
of your indifference.
you never felt enough for me
to simply kill me dead;
it would have been kinder.
all I have left is a scarecrow existence
and the taste of blood and chrome
fizzing relentlessly in my teeth.


Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005


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As the crow flies from the bars of the frame, the sea lies
Two hundred miles away, and she cries

At the rolling tapestry, stained a green gaol,
A prison landscape cast in a black gale.

Her posture, it twists, it begs, beseeches,
Arabesque, her hands, outstretched, she reaches

For a grip on his life beyond the pallid glass,
For her saviour’s return to come to pass.

Uncertainty, draped in widow’s weeds and cowl,
Bones vibrating as the four winds howl;

White talcum skin, burnt black ringed eyes,
Light dappled iris flickers and dies.

Rain streaks and distorts, opaque like plasma,
And she stares, simply stares at the futile miasma;

Even when the night creatures goad the moon,
She pleads for redemption to transpire soon.

Still the pendulum swings in the carved oak chest,
A relentless curse that will not lay to rest;

Oh, to know of the truth, is he bloodied and dead
Or alive with amnesia tearing his head?

“If you live, come home, make for the light!”
Her lips spill the words softly into the night.

“If you live, take heed, make your way back!”
She whispers and trembles, nerves poised to crack.

When dawn light breaks, she waits fearful of that
Dreadful telegram death-fall descent to the mat.


Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005