Best Chevron Poems

Encamped in the local IHOP patio
Doing reconnaissance on the butter pecan syrup
I discern its malicious, aggressive intentions: 
To march defiantly down Mt. Stack
And wage a ruthless attack on
Defenseless over-easy eggs

Acting quickly, I wield my fork 
Digging trenches in my pancakes
I flank the enemy, staving off...

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White chevron squadrons usher in spring
With squawking and honking and flapping of wings.
Their return brings a weekend to revel in fun.
The locals all love it, and hundreds more come!
But the poor migrant snow goose must be sorely perplexed;
Revered on one weekend, then slaughtered the next!...

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You have grown to be such a man
yet, I cannot help but see the boy in you
you are my Son, who wears many uniforms
as your father, I cannot help but be Proud,

I see you march in the Orange and Black
your new horn, the one you...

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On a cool, crisp mid-October morning,
the sweetness of apples flavors the air.
And a chevron of geese honk their warning
that Winter is coming; stay if you dare.

I loved picking apples, but I was small
and only picked those I could reach by hand.
I didn't like using ladders;...

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Sunrise, late winter
skunk smell
turkey flock
playful otter, too.

The white heron
a great blue,
white phase,
in the abandoned beaver pond.

Purple clematis
its long-awned achenes
in globose heads
spidery, fiery, extravagant fruit!

To identify or classify
birds by
the complexity or beauty
of their songs.

And so
what is over that
ridge or hill
a sink-hole, a sand dune, a steep...

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A honking chevron
Pressed against November skies,
Followed by the snow...

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A crystal drop on the child face
who left the shack where mum would hide.
Alone in the streets of guns and race, 
nowhere to go amidst the smog of pride.

The dust of a land with thorns and sun,
along the routes to chase the kites.
The thunder tone...

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This is the Cannabis song,
they've turned something good. 
made is seem wrong,

It's illegal why?
Come on politics,
don't be shy

So many uses for this wonder drug,
Wonderful for clothing and sometimes rugs,
Fords model T car was built from hemp- the very best, 
Mayflower sails were too they passed...

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Who the hell rings bells anymore
whether in a Capitalist society, a Theocracy, an Oligarchy,
or a Dictatorship

	the DING has sure been taken out of the
	rama dama ding dong

No ones home, the juries out
	G-d is dead?
	Shell, Chevron and Texaco
	have reduced the life expectancy of people in the...

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C7

 No bigger than a drop of blood on a finger 
pricked by a thorn, it marches along 
the stem of a rosebush; a Grenadier guard 
in its crimson uniform, with seven spots exactly
splashed across its coat. Not a random 
flick of a paintbrush, but...

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Olga Scheps embodies Chopin's Piano Concerto n° 1

           For a pianist who ponders her prey

The taming arms-length erect posture
The torso and pulsating violin back encased in red-rich ornate coarse wrap
Nape muscles strung by swaying grace-groomed...

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The „7” Wonders
of the (Ancient) World

Condensing
the Past

Creating
a new challenge

To dial an
“8”-chevron address

For a lucky Chinese
wormhole time travel

...

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The August Lion

By: J. Philip Harris

In the area of the afternoon, right before the stars
Where the little gray strands spread out among the coffee roots
Through the looking glass 
Beyond the esotropic eyes 
In the land of the chevron lane and the laughter of the silly...

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I get a phone call
South I must drive
Surgery for an elder
Six hours I strive

Phone is ringing again
I'm heading North within a flash
Sister is in trouble
Eleven hours on my a--

Trying to get home
Phone rings again
Orchard needs watering
Six hours East I begin

My son needs to move
Head South...

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Galleries of life, ignorant and tough,
Sometimes as sandarac’s incense, usually morose.
I erase bluntness that grew a cravat around my heart,
Abominable inheritance riveted into the soul of farce,
But there is nothing more valued in life than experience,
And there is a bag-full of it in every one...

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