Best Beaked Poems

The year has finally yawned and turned       
Upon a half-revealed shoulder.
A vibrancy, intrinsic to a reemerging 
Enforcement of the...

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from suffering and pain
that is piped into veins
by the organ-less master
who relentlessly plays

from a congested gutter
of fake themes
hiding in deception
and callous clutter

from distaste of the...

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Staying on a promontory, I watch,
The wobbling mass of water below.

Before my eyes,
The sea stretches far;
An infinite scroll of chiffon,
Rolling and unrolling
In shades of green...

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“Sacred Lakes”



There is magic 
in your shaman bones
stories shaken like strange mojo 
busy under cover of autumn leaves 
turning burnished topaz gold 
idling unrushed roll...

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“Hi Sexy”, I said to 
The giant beaked black emu;
The next thing I recall,
Big yellow beak heading
At me, full speed ahead
And I quickly stepped back.

Stalled...

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Death shadows, furious, frenzied, fought
Waiting for this wretched soul to rot
They redeemed me, tortured me, ceasing not 

Crows perch upon my severed breast
Picking at the...

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our lady of Guadalupe stands alight in corner air
her gown emerald, cerise, gold
Don Pedro stands afore
glass to glass in an amber glow
Lowry’s beaked bird of...

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"Keynote"



"hand me your keys," 

she says smiling coolly
into his breeze

throwing getaway notes
out the window 

the sharp beaked blackbirds
flee scurrilously 

back where they belong
in the past,...

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Inspired by Jan Allison:
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HAIKU
oft my morning call... 
birds in the warmer months... sing... 
my natural alarm... 

your haiku on my shoulder... 
your blackbird... softly chirps......

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Gradually the crystalizing dawn -- more hardened  
    Than folded steel --- more sharper than 
  The blade that cuts!...

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I know of a river of more than average 
Sorts...
Meandering, when not dallying to maunder,
Between many differing contours 
And unruly contorts;
Where a privileged youth once
Happily...

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“The Apocrypha of Familiars” 

Wings hover 
light luminescent
revelling sprites dark pearls
Corvidae shades
of a family 

highly functioning
dysfunctional plural
morphing unobserved
perceived non-unique 
spiralling into shape

more black and grey
than...

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“The Penelope Squad”



A line of bluebirds 
tittering on a line
swaying on the winds
like comedian pageboys 
having a good time
poop in the peg bucket
words wooden and...

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Who keeps the sharp-beaked, soaring gull
on its long journey south?
And who the wide-winged pelican
afloat now on the froth?

What hands shape water's flowing course
where thirsts are...

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"Christmas in the Cathedral of the Forest Deep"




The silent heart is found 
embedded in the 
Cathedral of 
The Forest Deep

The lost jewel
shines in the dark
see...

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