Best Cockcrow Poems

The moor side broadcast,perpetually
amid airwaves of delirium,
aria that reverberates, from crag to scar
beacon to abbey century to century,
Everyday truth in simplicity
to ignite the human race!

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While whispers shush on sheltered shores, as soon the cockcrow quakes,
the seas descry a skittish sky, sense summer zephyrs wake  –
roused passions neath the...

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Of the dark, offered in the morning cup,
and the chill of salted caramel cream,
spooning after an impervious dream
and clink-clink spell of alarum abrupt,
comes the ceramic...

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Thinking of O, Ms. Jill Martin was in her solitude “Quietly…breathing”
That, she just waved her hand greeting April Lewis “Without Speaking”
I spied humorist Donald Meikle,...

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Oh sea, we sail your sultry wave.
The salty taste on panting tongues.
The wild splash does not behave -
The ebb and flow of twining lungs.

Oh sea,...

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the consecrate rose
sits on the bureau 
its petals ebonized
now delicate
like life

the tempo of night
strums through whispers
of gentle wind
beneath the tones
of a lullaby
as shadows rock
back and...

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beneath the effulgence
of obscured moonlight
emanate shadows stalk
as i draw close
within the weakened sighs
of misted breaths
on bended knee
as pleas abate
within the confines
of dark nights

cockcrow may come
without...

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i never knew who she was
until i was called "plath-like";
same obscured thoughts
abundant in poetic frame of mind

i scribble thoughts
like shadows on walls
beneath a pale moon
that...

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Child play. Dawn, as a wind-up toy,
jumping up and down, keen.
A buoyant verdancy of joy -
waking up fresh and green.

Waking up fresh and green.
The ivy…the...

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Suspense creeps in with tea and crumpets, dear,
And murder, mayhem, chaos, stirred right in
—Poet Stirring Up Suspense

IT IS TIME FOR TEA

It is time for tea,...

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Sunday cockcrow nascent
aural essays reveal
laissez-faire raptures.
Enigmatic silken piece compost ushered in by
trenchant trademark tremulous signature.
Doe-eyed instrumentalist’s strident brass ensemble,
wakey wakey for the pier gazing loiterer...

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But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. The law is not against such things. Galatians...

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SUNSET  vs'  SUNRISE 

** Sunset **
The afterglow flame 
Creeping under the cold creek 
Daylight, gone again

** Soap Dish **
Daytime TV blues
Tune in tomorrows...

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At cockcrow, I head down to the river, forsaking my little log cabin situated in the dense forest till dusk, which was strongly built by...

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